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National Winnie the Pooh Day

Grab a pot of “hunny”, enjoy a game of Poohsticks and revisit these beloved childhood stories about a bear and all his friends

One of the cuddliest holidays around has to be National Winnie the Pooh Day, celebrated on the birthday of author A. A. Milne. It’s one special anniversary fans just can’t bear to miss! Every year, the occasion is marked with events such as teddy bears’ picnics, featuring plenty of honey on the menu.

History Of Winnie The Pooh Day

Winnie the Pooh first appeared on the printed page in 1926, together with friends Piglet, Tigger, and Eeyore. All of them were based on toys owned by the author’s son, who also featured in the famous stories as Christopher Robin. The character later starred in a series of much-loved Disney films.

The name Winnie, for instance, came from Milne’s teddy bear Winnie. The “Pooh” part was from the nickname of a swan he’d met on holiday. The rest of the names, besides those mentioned above, were purely creations of his mind and allegedly did not refer to any objects in the real world.

The story and adventures of Winnie the Pooh are set in the ancient Ashdown Forest of East Sussex. The area features beautiful open heathland, wooded areas, and high ridges. Locals consider it an area of outstanding natural beauty.

Many stories in Winnie the Pooh have clear associations with locations in the forest. The illustrations that accompanied the original books often depicted scenes from this part of the world. Pooh, Tigger, and the crew are regularly seen marching through beautiful gorse, heather, bracken, and silver birch, all popular in the Ashdown area.

The landscapes were an essential part of what helped to make Winnie the Pooh such a compelling pop phenomenon. Like J.R.R Tolkien, Milne had found something unique and persuasive in the English countryside. There was deep magic about it that lent itself to pure escapism. The idea of friendly animal characters adventuring in such an area whisked audiences off to another world that had nothing to do with the pressures of the modern economy.

The first-ever Pooh stories appeared in a Christmas special edition of the Evening Standard newspaper in December 1924. The first book Winnie-the-Pooh emerged around a year later. It told the very first stories of Pooh and his compatriots as they humorously toured through idyllic country scenes, collecting honey and arguing pleasantly.

The Winnie the Pooh brand remained in the Milne family until 1930 until television and merchandising expert, Stephen Slesinger, bought out the rights. Milne received a $1,000 payment upfront plus 66 percent of the income generated by Slesinger’s efforts. Over the next thirty years, Winnie-the-Pooh transformed into a $50 million-a-year franchise – a testament to its tremendous popularity.

Pooh ceased being solely a storybook character. He soon grew into a film star, musician, and toy brand. No longer was the concept confined to the pages of a book. Winnie-the-Pooh had a very real presence in the world.

Throughout it all, though, Slesinger and the Milne family remained faithful to the original character of Winnie-the-Pooh. At first blush, everyone’s favorite yellow bear seems a little slow and dim-witted. But as the stories develop, you soon see endearing aspects of his character and profound emotional intelligence.

Pooh is keenly aware of his intellectual limitations, but this is an aspect that makes him so lovable. There’s no pretense about the bear. He just wants to live his life and find practical, hands-on solutions to problems. Examples of his down-to-Earth nature abound from his rescuing of Eeyore from a river to Poohsticks’ invention.

Pooh is also extremely fond of food and not afraid to indulge a little in life’s pleasures. He loves what he calls “hunny” and will go to great lengths to acquire it.

Most of the time, Pooh hangs out with his friends. He is a social creature, always interested in the lives of others. He makes a habit of spending time with the other animals of the forest and ensures that their needs are met. He is a kind of steward and a leader, without people realizing it.

When Disney bought the rights to the franchise in 1966, they were keen to keep Pooh’s lovable persona intact. Bosses at the studio knew that it was a winning formula and something people instinctively loved. Pooh hit the big time, thanks to animated productions from the cartoon maker.

The first production in 1966 was a theatrical “featurette” called Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree. Later, Disney followed up these productions with Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day and Winnie the Pooh and Tigger Too in 1974.

Seeing the demand for a feature-length film, the studio combined all three into The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh.

Things kicked off for the franchise after 1980. Producers gave the go-ahead for a series of new movies and television series that exposed entire generations of children to the concept. The first of these was Welcome to Pooh Corner, which ran from 1983 to 1986. After that came The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh and My Friends Tigger & Pooh.

Ultimate, Milne intended Winnie the Pooh as a work that would comfort, not challenge. And that remains very much the essence of the franchise to this day.

How to Celebrate Winnie The Pooh Day

Thanks to the sheer number of films, books, and TV adaptations, there are all kinds of ways you can enjoy National Winnie the Pooh Day. In fact, there’s so much content to consume, there’s no way you’ll get it all done in twenty-four hours. Oh well, there’s always next year!

If you’re the sort of person who loves the history of Winnie the Pooh, why not spend the day reading Milne’s original works, starting with the Christmas edition of the 1924 Evening Standard? Then move on to reading the compilation stories to get a sense of how the author originally envisioned the character.

After that, it might be fun to move on to later adaptations of Pooh to see how he evolved over time. Often, you’ll find striking consistency, and sometimes you’ll find small cultural context changes here and there. Overall, though, it is incredible how similar the modern incarnation is to his historical counterpart.

Indulging in a Winnie the Pooh movie marathon can also be a lot of fun. You could watch all the films from the 1970s until the present, back to back.

Winnie the Pooh was also a massive lover of food, especially honey. Nothing is stopping you from recreating his favorite recipes from the books and movies.

Finally, one extra-special way to mark the day is to visit Pooh Corner in Hartfield, East Sussex, where the books were written. You can pick up a map to follow in the characters’ footsteps, and even play a game of Poohsticks on the original bridge.

Celebrating National Winnie the Pooh Day, therefore, is way easier than you might think. Dressing up as a bear, eating lots of honey, and watching your favorite Pooh movies are all great options.

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𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗲 (𝗶𝗶) | 𝖼𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 & 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

cairo's actions continue to frustrate you, but when unspoken words are finally said out loud, you understand her.

tags. mdni! jumpscare: mr. miller, sexual tension, a bit of angst, jealous cairo, small reader x winnie situation, scisorring, face riding (cairo receiving), language, smut in general, brief softness. | word count. 4619

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Apparently, college parties were a bit different in Tennessee, which was a sweet surprise to you. Different from the ones you were used to back in your hometown, this one was hosted at the English professor’s house  — you noticed as soon as you opened the front door, a picture of him with his wife near the entrance.

You raised your eyebrows when you bumped into your professor, an apologetic smile on his face.

“I didn't see you there, I'm sorry.” He touched your arm in a weak squeeze before placing his hand back in his pocket, the other holding a red mug.

“It's okay, Mr. Miller. I didn't know you would be here.” 

“I always host this reading before the actual party. My wife and I will go on a weekend trip and Winnie asked if she could host a ‘small’ gathering; apparently, the house they usually go to for the party is unavailable. Beatrice left after noon. Smart decision of hers.” You laughed at his expression, knowing damn well it would be anything but small. You could tell by the faces around you that you never saw in any of his classes or readings before. They didn’t exactly fit the ‘tortured-poet’ profile “Are you joining us for the reading? It started a few minutes ago, I just came to the kitchen to get some more coffee. Cairo should start at any moment.”

At the mention of her name, you felt a bitter taste in your mouth and you took a deep breath. 

A week had passed since the girl sat on your lap, kissed you, allowed you to touch her and then started acting as if nothing happened. During classes, you could feel her eyes on you, that uncomfortable feeling of being watched taking over your senses every five minutes, as if she was waiting for you to turn around and smile at her.

But you didn't. You avoided her like the plague. As soon as the class ended, you gathered your materials, plugged in your earphones and left without looking back. 

Winnie complained a few times about your sudden avoidance of her and Cairo, asking non stop what had happened, if she did something that got you upset, but all you could do was apologize and say you had a lot on your mind with finals and assignments with a short deadline. It wasn't a full lie, but the girl could see the change in your expressions.

And now, all that hard work to avoid the brunette would go downhill as she was waiting a couple steps away from where you were standing, waiting for Mr. Miller's returnal so she could read what she had prepared for tonight.

“Cairo and I aren't in the best place right now, if I'm being honest. I didn't know she would be here.” 

“Oh…” The man scratched his chin. “I didn't know that, I'm sorry. If there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate in asking. I know Cairo, she can be… stubborn.”

You bit the inside of your cheeks at the statement. During your first days in Mr. Miller's class, Winnie kept you updated on the strange relationship Cairo had with your now professor; on how starstruck the young writer was at being close to someone she admires and looks up to. It was uncomfortable seeing how close he would be to her, making your stomach twist inside you with anxiety, yet there was nothing you could do as she seemed happy to be noticed by him. 

When you asked about this whole situation to Cairo, trying to disguise your reactions, she told you: “he is someone I admire and I know he can help me with my writing. I look forward to our meetings as I have his attention all to myself.” You gave her a small smile that nearly made your eyes shake. Just like now.

You blinked a few times, pursing your lips together. 

“We'll be fine.” You decided to answer, not truly believing in that. “But I appreciate the offering, Mr. Miller.”

“Anytime.” 

“Does your wife know that soon her house will have drunk people stumbling against the walls?” You asked in an attempt to ease the sudden awkward silence.

“God, no.” He laughed.

“I’ll try to keep the glass decoration in one piece.” Once again his hand rested on your arm for a few seconds in a silent ‘thank you’ before he checked the silvery watch on his wrist. 

“The reading is almost finished. Walk with me?”

Unable to deny the request, you simply nodded, walking in front of the professor as he motioned to you. 

The second you arrived in the living room, your eyes landed on her like a magnet. It might be because she was standing in the improvised stage by the window, or because of the deadly stare she locked on you when you walked in with Mr. Miller by your side. If she had a laser in her eyes, you'd be a sieve by now with thick blood covering the dark wood floor. 

A hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you to the corner. Winnie smiled at you, saying she saved you a seat by her side on the couch even though she wasn’t sure you'd be here for the reading. The childish side of yours screamed for you to answer her with: “if I knew she would be here, I wouldn't have come” in a very annoying voice, but you only smiled at her, squirming in the leather couch. 

The room was in complete silence, waiting for the girl staring at you to start her reading. Cairo took a deep breath, licking her dry lips to start. The sun was starting to descend on the window behind her, transforming that whole scene into a beautiful portrait that your mind would keep for as long as you could remember.

“And as I witness her most intense intentions through dark eyes, with hands marking mine own peachy skin in a bruising grasp, I fall asunder above her. My body; weak, begging, pleading for her merciless touch as I watch her slam the door shut. The smell of something burning fills the walls, yet it's not the smoke that leaves my lungs, it's the fog that fills as I turn, fated to fall and fated to fail, and wish for her gaze, my resolute resistance scrawled in sand, tumbling through her open hands just as through the neck of our hourglass.

From the high, the grayness takes form; thick, lascivious, dangerous. The unsureness of faith buries words that one day I aim to say. Miserable thing, watching with tearful eyes as she leaves. The tree branches knock on the window, witnessing the whole pitiful scene engraved in my memory.”

You paid attention to every word she enunciated with a strong, determined voice, it felt like she was trying to open your skull and carve each one onto your brain matter. You felt dizzy at them, heart beating fast against your ribcage. While everyone applauded the young writer, you clenched your jaw, swallowing nothing that would help your sudden dry mouth. 

Cairo smiled, the type of smile that would make anyone drop to their knees and pray for her. Winnie was excited by your side, the subtle scent of alcohol you smelled on her made you laugh. The girl was loud and, at the moment, when all eyes turned to you two, you regretted sitting by her side. From across the living room, your eyes met hers again, now sat beside Mr. Miller while he whispered something in her ear to which she smiled wide, turning to him. 

As another student took over the stage, you couldn’t absorb any words that were said, disappearing into thin air. All you could focus on was Cairo’s hand occasionally touching his forearm when she leaned to say something in his ear, earning a quiet laugh from the professor, the urge to stand up and drag her away from that bothering situation, instead you walked to the kitchen in hopes to find a single drop of alcohol that would make that tension vanish from your body. Soon, Winnie joined you. 

“This is so boring, my God!” She whined, sitting up on the kitchen island while eyeing you up and down in the bright light for the first time. “You’re  overdressed as usual, I see.”

“Your underwear as usual, I see.” Winnie spread her legs as long as the short leather skirt allowed her to, giving you the high quality view of a lacy underwear as she takes the vodka bottle from your hands, taking a long sip, feeling the burning spreading over her chest with a satisfied hum.

“You like?”

You let out a huff, looking away. “You wish.”

“I will kiss you one day.” She said more to herself than to you, like a secret promise that escaped due to the lack of inhibition — not that she had any, even in her sober moments that word didn't exist in her vocabulary.

Shaking your head at her statement, you pulled the sleeves of your sweater, taking the half empty bottle from her hands and getting ready to prepare yourself a drink that didn’t taste like a slow death. 

The reading kept on until the sun was completely set in the horizon, turning the living room into a dark scenario, lit only by the yellowish color from the table lamps. Slowly, the students started leaving while others arrived, walking in the house with bottles and bottles of alcohol, storing them in the kitchen’s fridge.

While you paid attention to the cup in your hands, wondering how long it would take for you to detach from the reality that was drowning you, you felt a bump on your shoulder.

“What is it?” 

Winnie signalized with her head, making you look over your shoulder, witnessing Cairo and Mr. Miller talking near the stairwell that would lead to the second floor of the house. 

“I think he wants to take her upstairs.”

“She can do whatever she wants, Winnie.” You mumbled, trying not to squeeze the cup in your hand when taking a sip. The bitterness making you frown. “Cairo is a big girl.”

“Are you sure about that?” 

“What do you mean?” Turning back to her, your eyebrows sewn together in confusion.

“Because she won’t stop looking at us.” You shrugged, finishing your drink in one long sip. You felt your stomach complain at the big wave of alcohol. 

“She can disappear with him for all I care.”

Winnie tilted her head, still looking at the two of them with narrowed eyes. “Oh, so I shouldn’t say they’re going upstairs and she seems pretty excited about it?”

“Yup, not a single thought about it is on my mind right now.” Grabbing the bottle again from her hands, less subtle and emptier than the first time, you poured yourself a very generous sip on your cup, drowsy smiling to Winnie when you handed over the, now completely empty, bottle. 

As the minutes went by and the alcohol went in, your control over your senses were slowly losing its grip and you started to worry about Cairo against your will. Controlling the impulse to run upstairs as you weren’t drunk enough to blame on the booze, you shook your head, leaning your body against Winnie’s while the girl talked excitedly to a random boy from the football team, your mind too caught up analyzing the things the young writer said earlier to pay attention to any conversation around you. 

The music wasn't loud enough as the professor still hadn't left, but you could feel every beat of it synchronized with the beat of your heart. 

Your fingers found the skin of Winnie's thigh, starting to draw random lines out of boredom. Other than the girl, and Cairo, you weren't familiar with the faces that kept on surging from the front door every five minutes.

“If you keep doing that, I'll drag you upstairs too.” Black whispered, making you tilt your chin up at her.

“Maybe you should.” 

Winnie was beautiful, you couldn't deny that. From the hazel eyes to the plump lips that looked so attractive at that moment, getting closer and closer, making a tingling feeling crawl over your legs like a spider. You wanted to kiss her, and you would have, if it weren't for the footsteps coming from behind you, making Black pull away. You knew it was Mr. Miller, the strong perfume making your nose burn. 

The older man stood in front of you, looking at Winnie who was still seated on the marble island, an innocent glow in her eyes that almost made you laugh, but a hand wrapping around your wrist pulled you away from that situation. All you could hear as you were being dragged to the — now empty — living room was Mr. Miller asking the girl to behave and to not destroy his house or he would fail her. You laughed to yourself.

“Did you seriously allowed Mr. Miller to take me upstairs?” Cairo asked, pulling at the sleeves of your sweater like a spoiled kid when you refused to look at her, waving at the professor when he turned around to leave, leaving the house and a bunch of teenagers and new-adults unsupervised.

Your eyes were dark and your body a little soft when you stared at her, yet you still were in control of your actions, the drinks just diminished the worry of doing or saying something wrong. At that point, you didn't care about what left your mouth. You wanted to curse the young writer.

“He's our English teacher, not a serial killer.”

“He could've forced me to do something!”

“You seemed pretty excited to go with him. Now, excuse me, I'm gonna find Winnie so we can finish what we were about to start.” Before you could walk past a furious Cairo, her hand, once again, glued to your chest.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You blew me off, Cairo. What did you expect? That I would run after you and beg for your attention?"

"Yes!"

You let out a breathy sigh, the corner of your lips up in disbelief. "You really are so self-centered, you don't care about anyone other than yourself. You're a fucking bitch!"

"And you're dying to fuck this self-centered bitch."

"Not after Mr. Miller, thank you." You scolf sarcastically.

"He didn't fuck me, you idiot.” The hand in your chest grabbed the fabric of your sweater, pulling you down to her so she could whisper with lips nearly pressing on yours. “He wasn't you." 

Her eyes softened as well as the fist that held you in place, moving it to the back of your head. 

Staring at her eyes, you didn't know what to find. You didn't even know what you wanted to find. Maybe a sincere answer.

“Cairo…” You started, sighing against her lips, closing your eyes for a brief moment, trying to gather cohesive words to form a sentence. You blamed the alcohol for this pathetic lack of senses. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to care. I want you to show how desperate you are to have me, how you crave my body in your hands.” You swallowed hard, carefully listening to the whispery confession, the soft motion of her lips grabbing your attention. Once again, you wanted to steal that small freckle from her upper lip. “I want you to burn my skin with your fingers and bruise me with your mouth. And if you really wanted me to be yours, you would've turned around, thrown me on that fucking bed and taken me.” The strong pronunciation of that last part got your body heating up, the urge in your chest spreading in your veins and mixing with the existing alcohol. 

“You’re not very clear in your intentions, Cairo. You’re good at saying everything and nothing.”

Taking your hand, the writer pressed it against her chest. She took a deep breath, goosebumps covering her body at the warm feeling of having your hand touching her again.

“Can you feel that?” You nodded, letting your forehead gently fall against hers. “Do you understand now or do I have to draw it for you?”

Suddenly, your brain became fogged and you were getting lost again. You saw dark brown eyes. You felt a strong bumping in your hands. You smelled woody cologne and cinnamon. Yet, you didn't know where to go. 

“I want you to draw for me.” You said, desperately trying to find the right path.

Cairo nodded her head, pulling you with her once again, but this time, with her fingers intertwined on yours and more gentle than the first time. You trailed behind, careful to not trip on the stairs as she led the both of you somewhere you didn't know, the lights were off on the second floor, making impossible for you to see anything that wasn't right in front of you.

You heard the sound of a door opening and being locked once closed. The moonlight was invading the room through the open curtains. Blinking a few times to adjust the blurred vision, you felt your body being pushed against a soft mattress and a lightweight on top of you.

“I'll draw it for you.” Cairo whispered, pressing her lips on yours in a chaste kiss. “Do you have any idea of what you do to me?” She asked while kissing down your neck, your hands squeezing her waist over the cotton fabric. You shook your head, licking your dry lips, still tasting her lip balm on them. “Here, let me show it to you.” 

Cairo sat on your hips, guiding one of your hands under the white dress, in between her legs. Flashbacks returned and your heart stopped beating for a second while she moved herself on your fingertips, eyes locked on yours, a smirk surging in the darkness. When you moaned at the warmth that embraced your fingers, she did the same.

You breathed out the air that was stuck in your lungs, affected by the scene that unwrapped in front of your eyes. It was a erotic, alluring view, slowly burning itself into your brain like a polaroid. A flash of smile drew on Cairo’s face, satisfied with the reactions coming from you, with the way your eyes stared at her with a dark, flame of desire, lips parted as you struggled to breath.

The cold touch of her rings sent shivers down your spine when her hand wrapped itself around your neck, pressing the sides of it, feeling the pulsating vein under her fingertips. A sob escaping her throat when your fingers easily slipped into her, burying themselves in the warmth of her velvety walls, clenching around you, while the heel of your hand pressed against her swollen clit.

A vile glow shining in the dark brown eyes when she leaned down, squeezing the sides of neck harder as she felt the knot inside her getting tighter. That feeling of desperation growing impatient in her chest.

“Have I lost myself, or have I gained you?” You asked in a soft voice, following a steady pace with your fingers as she moved herself on you. Even when you were the one carrying her in your hands, it was hers that controlled the air in your lungs. 

You’ve always seen Cairo as a spoiled girl that grew up in a big house, having all her wishes wrapped in a pretty paper waiting for her on her bed when she came home from school. But now, as she falls apart in your hands, saying your name like a sacred mantra, you saw beyond words and actions, you saw the urge to be held and cared for, like a little girl that didn’t get a hug after they wake up.  

Staring at her in awe, you felt tears coming to the brim of your eyes, the squeeze cutting every small space for the air to bring you life, but you didn't care, not when you saw the vision of what heaven must be like; the curly brown hair falling over her right shoulder, the soft strands tickling the skin of your neck as she fell over you, hiding on your chest.

Coming down from her high, Cairo carried a sly smile when she looked at you. Her kiss tasted like ashes, bitter, against your tongue. 

“You taste sweet.” The writer whispered in between kisses, sucking your tongue into her mouth over and over, sighing in pleasure at the fingers that slid off of her. Carefully bringing your coated fingers to your mouth, you wrapped your lips around them, being watched with full blown eyes every movement of yours.

“And you taste divine.” 

It only took a millisecond for her lips to meet yours once again, the softness of the act long forgotten as she bit your lower lip, tasting the iron in her tongue with a sadistic smile at the painful cry you let out, squeezing her ass in your hands; burning the peachy skin with your fingertips. The words of her writing echoing inside your brain, spreading it on your blood flow. 

“I like this sweater, you look charming in dark blue.” Her hand found the collar of it, tip of her fingers tracing the skin underneath, making the fabric itch around your neck. “Take it off.” Despite the sweet tone in her voice, you obeyed the breathy order, pulling it over your head and tossing it somewhere in the unknown bedroom. Cairo stood up, removing the brown leather boots and her own dress, the white lacey set that remained on her body making you gulp. 

The writer stood in between your legs, her hands on your hair while yours held her by her waist, goosebumps all over her body as you kissed the toned abs, softly biting the skin.

Cairo looked down at you with curious eyes, the tip of her tongue trapped between her teeth, admiring the small galaxies your mouth left all over her like she was an empty canvas that needed some color. And you were doing the perfect job, painting an universe on her skin as you knelt down, bringing her underwear along with it. The writer kicked the useless cloth, putting her leg over your shoulder and hooking it behind your head; you salivated at the view of her cunt glistening in front of you. 

One of her hands caressed your face with gentleness, her thumb sliding over your bottom lip before she made you open your mouth, pushing her hips closer to your lips. She was dripping on your tongue, the taste of her filling your mouth as you hummed in pleasure, licking what escaped your agape mouth. 

The big brown eyes stared at you in flames, burning your skin into a bright scarlet crimson. You nudge your nose closer to her, inhaling the intoxicating smell; everything about Cairo was sweet, from her last name, to her voice that could recite the most beautiful poem by core, to the honey flavor slick that dripped from her aching hole, running down her thighs at the view of you ready to worship her, and when your tongue slid in between her folds in a long, slow lick, her head fell back and a shiver went down her spine. 

Pressing your tongue flat over her hardened nub, you closed your eyes, the grip on your hair pulling you impossibly closer. You circled her clit with the tip of your tongue, drawing random patterns with precision on the sensitive nerve, earning yourself a praise that came with a smile when she looked down on you. 

Moving your hands up her thigh, you squeezed the muscle, making her ride on your tongue, aggressively and delicious. The sounds escaping your open mouth reverberated all over her sensitive flesh. 

Cairo was an exhibitionist, she adored having eyes on her all the time, paying attention to every admirable detail that was attached to her. And having you on your knees praying against her cunt was filthy, enticing and agonizing, that heat wave scorching her insides and melting on your tongue, and you made sure to swallow it with a gratifying smile.

You could suffocate in between her legs and it would be a heavenly death. 

Kissing your way up, you brought her body closer, circling her waist as she hooked both legs around you, sliding her tongue over your shiny lips before you dropped her on the bed. Cairo was about to complain at the lack of care, but she soon shut her mouth, watching you kick your converse to the side and unbuttoning the tailored pants that hugged your curves in the right places.

Taking a deep breath, you slid the fabric down, taking your underwear with you, the shyness taking over you once you were free from any cloth covering your body; all this being watched with lustful eyes. 

The young writer’s eyes pierced your soul, engraving in her brain every mole you had around your shoulders, silently choosing her favorite one to add to the list of small details of your body she loved and kept fresh in her memories, always making sure to add ‘em in her writing. It amazes her how you never noticed the importance you had in her work, you were her muse. 

“Come to me.”

She didn’t have to ask twice, at the sound of her sweet voice your feet led your body closer to hers, moving according to her words, your knees sinking in the mattress only to find balance on top of her.  Her hands on your back brought you closer and you fell, once again, into that piquant feeling where it felt like you were about to drown, but her lips on your neck got you breathing in fervor. 

It was easy for the brunette to take control, reversing positions and sitting atop your abdomen, gripping one of your legs and casting one of hers in between them, fitting herself against you. 

“Fuck, Cairo.” You mewl, closing your eyes at the aggressive way she pressed herself down, easily gliding on you. One of your hands found her thigh, squeezing the flesh until it blemished under your fingertips, moving your hips according to the pace she set. It was cruel, desperate, the dark brown eyes fluttering closed. 

The bed slammed against the wall, the old wood-frame fated to snap at any moment; you didn’t care, it was impossible to focus on anything that wasn’t the girl in between your legs, rubbing herself on you with an inner desire to split you in half. You dazed at her, the angelical aura surrounding her like an armor, preventing the sins from escaping the walls of the still unknown bedroom like the squelching noises were, the lewd sounds from the both of you echoing around the hallway for anyone that dared to come closer and press their ears against the locked door. 

When the impetuous climax hit you like a jolt of electricity spreading in your veins, Cairo fell on top of you, exhaustion taking over her senses as well as the tired muscles complaining from all the spasms. 

The writer looked at you, tearful eyes as you soothed her bare back with an equally pleasured expression. Your bodies were weak, relying on each other at such a delicate and overwhelming moment, marked in black and blue by your hands and mouth, a greedy memory that will last. And if it ever vanishes, like the galaxies made out of bruises, all you needed to do is knock on her window.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

new repeating type of event??? potentially??

The image above depicts the book that the characters get sucked into. Notably, it has no title and doesn’t seem to belong to the school’s library (there’s no label or tag on it which would indicate that). It magically appears when Grim stays he wishes he could go on vacation like everyone else. The mirror-like face portion of it shows the beach that is featured in the current JP event (show below) before transporting the boys there:

So??? Since the book’s mirror started off blank, I wonder if the book will be a recurring device to set up excuses for the TWST characters to go visit other Disney worlds... For example, maybe we could go to the world of Monsters Inc. or Winnie the Pooh via this enchanted book. Plenty of excuses for Disney-property crossover/collab events… It could become a whole category of events of its own, similar to how we have hometown events which focus on visiting a new area of Twisted Wonderland and learning about its culture, how the TWST boys from that particular region grew up, and meeting related new characters there.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst theory #twst theories #twisted wonderland theories #twisted wonderland theory #notes from the writing raven #spoilers #Grim

[twstwinnie]

♜ Love Languages : Pomefiore

characters: epel felmier, rook hunt, vil schoenheit

tags: hurt/comfort, gn! reader, minor ch. 5 spoilers !!

other dorms: ♥︎ ~ ☀︎ ~ ✎ ~ ♝ ~ •

a/n: aaah! my favorite dorm, of course! i absolutely love pomefiore, the dynamic, and it’s characters! of course, not biased at all, but really! i hope you all enjoy! given that book 5 just came out on the eng server, there’s only slight spoilers here! just some small backstory stuff for some characters! ignihyde next after this! i hope you all enjoy! — winnie ♥︎

♜ EPEL ~

[ w o r d s o f a f f i r m a t i o n ]

» Epel grew up in a small town, on a farm. There were no kids his age around where he grew up, so he’s a full fledged country kid. Yet, he gets sorted into what he considers to be the worst dorm possible for him. In Pomefiore, he has to do all of these things— pretend to be someone he isn’t and it’s hard.

» Of course, he’s grateful that his dorm leaders are helping him overcome his backwards mindset— that he’s okay with, but even having to hide his accent, his favorite food? It feels like he’s hiding his identity— his hometown pride. Who he really is. Sure, he gets a break during club activities, and when he’s around some of his friends, but for the most part, he feels like he’s living a falsified version of what he should be. He doesn’t mind (anymore) that Vil wants him to weaponize his charm— he’s become okay with that kind of strength, but could he really not just… let loose and be himself from time to time?

» Everything is upended when he meets, befriends, and falls for you. How couldn’t he? You were kind, encouraging… you didn’t even bat an eye when you learned of Epel’s true nature. In fact, you always listen so closely to his stories about his life back home. You always allow him to relax in your presence. When he’s with you— he’s not the poison apple that Vil is shaping him up to be. He’s just that boy from Harveston. The one who grew up on an apple farm— who loves sports and magical wheel— the hard worker who doesn’t mind getting a little dirty and putting in some elbow grease if he has to.

» Your encouragement warms his heart. Hearing you praise him for things he enjoys doing— things he put work into to be good at— it makes him happy. Sure, he was born with natural beauty and charm, but being praised for something he’s born with is far different from being praised for something he worked for. You’ve told him that he was attractive, yes, but it was different with you.

» You didn’t call him pretty when he was all dolled up in his dorm uniform after Vil’s incessant makeover— no, it was after he played a rough scrimmage of magift against his club members. You’d been watching, a soft smile on your face, cheering him on every time he scored. And after a well played game, he walked over to you, hair tousled and ruffled, clothes wrinkled, no make up— sweating. The works. Yet, you looked at him with such a warm, adoring expression.

» “You look pretty like this, you know?” You hummed. Epel stared at you in complete shock, his face going entirely red. He had not expected such a compliment.

» “What’re ya on about? Vil would freak if he saw me! I ain’t even wearin’ sunscreen!” He sputtered. You laughed simply in response.

» “Yeah, but this is a more authentic you, right? It’s like I’m getting a glimpse of that boy on an apple farm in Harveston. Is it so weird I find you pretty when you’re in your element?”

» That’s when Epel realizes— wow. You found him pretty. When he was being himself. That’s what you found more attractive. He didn’t need that charm to get you to like him. You saw who he truly was and complimented him when he was doing something he loved— when he wasn’t being the beautified persona of himself. It’s only a matter of time before that develops into a blossoming love for you— for the one person who made him feel like himself. Not who his dormmates wanted him to be.

» When you start dating, it becomes evident just how much your words have an effect on him. Can you blame Epel, though? Your words are always honest— they’re praises and compliments that he’s never heard before. Things he wanted to be recognized for that someone finally saw. Compliments on his strength, his magift skills, his magical wheel driving, hell, even his accent. You always tell him that you love that boy everyone else seems to want to quell.

» Yet, at the same time, you remind him that you also love his beautiful side. Even if it’s a little bit of a facade, you still love him all the same. Every part of him he displays is another part of him you adore. And Epel can’t help but feel like the luckiest person on the planet. When he’s dolled up, when he’s a mess, even when he’s just cried from how stressed Vil makes him— how frustrated he gets— you always whisper to him that you love him. And you’ll love whoever he decides to become. You insist that you’ll always be there— and it’s a constant he never knew he needed.

» Being reminded that someone would always be in his corner whether he played the part of the farmer from Harveston, or the Poison Apple that would take down Neige— you loved him. You told him as much and it made his heart swell with joy. After every magift game, after every rehearsal— he looked to you and you’d shower him with pretty words. Pretty, but vehemently honest words. Things that no one else would say to him.

» Epel works hard. Harder than most people should— and he’s pushed even further by Vil. You recognize his efforts and praise him for it where others don’t. You tell him things that he seldom hears from those he cares about and admires. You remind him that all of the work he puts in is worth while. And that if he ever needs help— if he needs to vent, a shoulder to cry on, or just general support— you’d always be there.

» All of your words went deep. They were never superficial comments, meaningless things that he’s always heard. They were things others never thought to say. But what Epel loves most about what you say is simple.

» He loves that you always remind him of how much you love and adore him. In his hardest moments, like a light, you remind him that he’s loved and always will be.

» Your words are a type of power that Epel strives to have. To be able to remind someone that they’re never alone, to be able to make someone feel so warm and adored with just a whisper— your way with words is absolutely admirable to him.

» And Epel hopes that one day his words will touch your heart in the same way your words touched his.

♜ ROOK ~

[ q u a l i t y t i m e ]

» Rook is used to being called “strange” or “weird” or a “creep.” It’s his reputation around NRC, in fact, it always has been. With hobbies like his, mixed with the fact that he prioritizes his privacy means that he’s typically seen as rather off-standing or seen as someone who has some sort of ulterior motive. People say some pretty harsh things to him, but he just lets it slide off of him. Because he’s used to it. He’s come to expect it from most, if not all of his fellow students at NRC. Sure, Vil doesn’t bat an eye, nor do his club mates, but he knows what most people say about him. He knows that most people avoid him like the plague.

» He’s never known any different. This is how things are and he’s accepted that. He wants to say that he’s fine with it, that it doesn’t bother him because at least he gets to spend time by Vil’s side, but when he’s alone, it gets to him. Rook keeps these emotions private, though, along with the rest of his life and true feelings. Why should he share his private worries, his private life? No one would appreciate it. All people see in him is a freak with weird hobbies.

» But he brandishes his brightest smile, always happy to give the most beautiful compliments to those who say the nastiest things to him. He sees beauty where others don’t, so even if someone says harsh things to him, it’s in his very nature to respond with his own expression of beauty. Because he could not bring himself to lie and call something or someone ugly, even if they’re treating him like some sort of parasite. It’s unlike him to do such a thing. Even if it hurts to observe so many others who have someone to lean on, rely on— to share things with, he’d never project that anger elsewhere. It would be absolutely unbecoming if he did something like that, he thinks.

» But then… you come along. You’re different. That’s something he observes and quickly recognizes. Admittedly, he knew you through his observations, but meeting you properly… getting to know you is entirely different from what he expected. You did not find his demeanor scary at all. When he sneaks up on you silently, whether intentional or not, you jump, but instead of scolding him, you laugh. It’s a bright, harmonious sound— one he’s never experienced before. At least, never a laugh meant for him.

» Rook quickly comes to realize just how different you are. You know of his hobbies, but you don’t pry. At first he thought that you didn’t pry because you found it unsettling, so he had to bring himself to ask.

» “Mon ange, why do you never question my hobbies? Surely you’ve heard the unsavory comments others have made. Does that not… alarm you?” He questioned. You hummed in thought for a moment before giving a small smile.

» “I mean maybe at first before I knew you properly? But now that we’re close… you don’t have any bad intentions. It’s in your nature as a hunter, yes? Besides. You clearly would rather keep it private. I won’t ask out of respect for that.” You respond simply. Rook’s eyes widened, subtly, but enough to display a slight level of shock.

» You didn’t find him to be even slightly alarming? And you didn’t pry out of respect of him? Not because you were afraid? It was like beautiful flowers bloomed in his chest at that very moment! Rook can find beauty in imperfections, but you. You were utter perfection. Flawless. How could someone so kind and generous become friends with someone with a reputation like his? However it happened, he would not curse his luck. He was grateful. Utterly grateful.

» Rook quickly finds himself liking you more and more as the days pass. Before he knows it, he’s opening up to you, showing you all of the photos he’s taken, every album, photo— everything crosses your gaze. Even his undying love for Neige LeBlanche is revealed to you and you respond happily. He’s elated that you show interest and that you indulge him. When you spend time together, you allow him the space to excitedly ramble. Once he realizes that nothing could push you away, he divulges his love and appreciation for theatre. One that you’re happy to share.

» It takes attending just a handful of theatre performances together for you two to end up as a couple. How could Rook not be happy? You spend time with him doing things he enjoys. You allow him to teach you the ways of a hunter— and in return, you trust him with your hobbies, interests, and private life.

» For once, Rook does not have to sit back and observe you to learn about you. You aren’t afraid of him— afraid to give him information like so many others are. You tell him all he’d like to know about you and he does the same. In fact, you take so much time out of your day to spend time by his side. Dates, staying in, theatre, hunting, archery— you’ve tried it all and enjoyed every second of it. Finally, someone appreciates Rook for who he is deep down. Even with hobbies that may seem a bit strange, you still find the beauty in them. You see beauty in him that many others have neglected to ever try searching for.

» And so, Rook does something he never once expected to do as an appreciator of beauty. He tells you of all of the “ugly” parts of himself. His insecurities, his loneliness, his worries. Everything. You two are sitting side by side on his bed when it happens and he sheds a few tears when he does. Being so private, he never once expected to cry in front of another. Truthfully, he never thought he’d be able to. But he does. He admits to you things that he never thought he’d have the opportunity to say. And in the face of such an unsavory sight, you smile, wipe his tears away and lean in, pecking his lips gently.

» “I’ll spend all the time in the world with you if I have to. Just to prove that you’re worth the time. That your interests are something I wanna learn about. That you aren’t all of the hurtful things people label you with. You are beautiful. Not scary. Most certainly not a creep. Just a man who sees beauty where no one else does. And I’ll never abandon or leave you because of it.” You insist and Rook leans into your touch, thanking you softly for treating him so well during even his most vulnerable moments. For wanting to spend time with him despite these moments.

» He feels so lucky that you’ve gifted him so much of your time and that you continue to do so. And it’s in these delicate moments that he realizes— Mon ange is a perfect nickname for you. Because you are his angel.

» You’ve witnessed everything that scared people off and you love him anyway. He’s your priority. You love him no matter what people say, no matter what date he plans, you happily tag along. And he thinks, you must be an angel. Because no one’s ever treated him so warmly before.

» And for that— for you. He’s forever grateful. Because it means that for once, he has someone he loves who willingly indulges in things he loves alongside with him. A life partner to appreciate beauty alongside him, but to also remind him that yes.

» Rook is beautiful. He is not defined by the nasty things people say. And most importantly, he’s worth every second, and you’d give it to him should he want it. And to that, Rook says that yes, he absolutely would love and appreciate all of the time you give so generously. It’s why he loves you so dearly, after all.

♜ VIL ~

[ p h y s i c a l a f f e c t i o n ]

» Vil grew up with constant typecasting as he rose into stardom. He’s been the villain so many times that it’s no wonder he starts to view himself in a similar light. Then, his unique magic manifests and suddenly he can’t help but feel that the title of “villain” truly fits him. Cursing anything he touches? Did he truly need another reason for people to view him in such a hostile light?

» Of course, many people see him as “evil” because of his prioritization of beauty and his looks— but is that so wrong? Is it bad to desire beauty and take pride in it? Is it so awful to want the title of “fairest” like the Queen he looks up to? Is it so… shocking to want a title that isn’t evil or villainous for once in his life? Fairest of them all sounds much nicer to him than any of the other things people label him with.

» That being said, it seems his unique magic worked against him. When he’s young, the glaring black gloves only serve as a reminder to himself and the people around him that his magic is dangerous— that he’s dangerous. Growing up in such a mindset, in a space where people were too afraid to touch him or have him touch them— it’s no wonder that he stopped seeking that out. If everyone would just assume such nasty things, why humor them with a reaction? Why allow them the ability to reject him? He’d take control for himself.

» Besides, nowadays, he has an entire fanbase of people who appreciate him. Even if it’s for his beauty, it’s enough for him. There are people out there who see him as the hero. Who see him as the fairest of them all. Even so, he knows he’s lying to himself. Meaningful connection… meaningful relationships… is such a thing practically impossible for him? Is he a fool to wish for something deeper with someone?

» He does think himself a fool, that is, until he meets you. While yes, you’re awestruck by his beauty, you don’t let it stop you from treating him as you do your other friends. You smile in the same way, open up to him in the same way… it’s a nice break for him. You’re nice company. That’s all he thinks of you at first.

» With every hang out, he keeps his distance. Your company is enough and he doesn’t want to scare you off— lose you. You don’t put him on a pedestal like many others do, and he doesn’t want to lose that. He cannot lose his one chance to be normal. Not a magicam celebrity, or an actor— just. Himself.

» But then, you start to get more comfortable. When you see him, you greet him with a hug, smiling all the while. The first time it happens, Vil is taken aback. He feels so incredibly warm… but, aren’t you afraid? His unique magic could hurt you— does that not startle your even a little? He freezes, afraid of what might happen if he reciprocates your embrace. You seem to notice his hesitation, pulling back with a concerned expression as you meet his eyes, asking if he was uncomfortable. He’s quick to reassure you before asking that lingering question.

» “Aren’t you afraid of my unique magic? I could curse you with a touch… It’s just like people said. I’m a villain. Is it really so wise of you to be this trusting of me?” He questions. In retaliation, you grab his hands, intertwining your fingers with his.

» “Well whoever said that obviously doesn’t know you! Calling you a villain… that doesn’t fit you even a little! Besides. Why shouldn’t I trust you? Villains have bad intentions, Vil. You don’t. You never have.” You insist. He can’t help the warm smile that creeps onto his face.

» He should’ve known that you were always different. That something as simple as his magic would never scare you off. It made him… happy. Your touch made him feel fuzzy in a way that he’d never experienced before. It just feels like home, in a way. That’s when Vil quickly realizes that it’s because he’s grown to love you.

» You’re someone who allows him to be his pure, unfiltered self. He doesn’t need makeup, filters, anything. He can just be who he truly is. He can openly vent all of his complaints, get your honest opinion on his newest products, he can even express his frustrations with typecasting. You always respond with honest sympathy and encouragement. You insist that he’ll get the role he deserves. That he deserves to be the hero that makes it to the end.

» Soon enough, between many hangouts, weekends spent out in the town, even a trip to his hometown— you two become a couple. Of course, Vil insists on keeping things private. He doesn’t want the paparazzi to pry— to scare you off, but as per usual, you smile at him. You’re okay with privacy, but Vil never needs to be afraid of losing you. You aren’t going anywhere.

» However, physical touch becomes truly important in quelling Vil’s fears and insecurities. He grew up being told to always wear gloves— that his unique magic was dangerous— to never weaponize it. Naturally, that fear crept into your relationship.

» But Vil knows that you’re the perfect partner. Because in response to his fear, you give him the absolute most affection. When you two are alone, you pry his gloves off and hold his hands in yours, insisting that it feels nicer without the barrier. You place a gentle kiss on his knuckles and tell him simply— “See? You aren’t hurting me.” And then for the first time, you place his bare hand against your cheek and lean into it with a smile and Vil can’t help it. A few tears slip and you wipe them away.

» The way you put your trust in him so faithfully and wordlessly— how you ignore all of the nasty things people have said about his magic in favor of allowing him to be affectionate— it makes him happy. It makes him feel loved. Worthy. In your presence, he doesn’t feel like a villain. He doesn’t have to exercise caution because you assure him that he won’t hurt you, and he knows that he won’t. How could he not believe you with how easily you lean into his every touch?

» It quickly becomes Vil’s preferred way to show you affection. Sometimes, after long days filled with housewarden duties, you’ll spend time with him in his room. Without a word, he extends a hand out to you from his bed and you take it, allowing him to pull you to his side. He’ll intertwine your hands together as you curl into his side. He finds comfort in your warmth, always seeking it when he’s able. You’re the only person he’d ever let play with his hair, or caress his face— because you’ve been so willing to trust him. So it’s easy for him to reciprocate that trust.

» Although you two can’t be too affectionate during school, Vil appreciates that you still find ways to remind him that you love him in wordless gestures. You’ll pass him a paper and let your fingers linger on his hand for just a moment longer. You’ll let your fingers brush against his when you both walk side by side— sometimes you’ll brush a strand of his hair back into place. All small things that make him feel loved all the same.

» With you, Vil finally feels that companionship, that touch that he’d been lacking all of his life. He finally isn’t treated like an untouchable, beautiful model, rather, someone who was worth loving, who just happened to be in the public eye. You allow him that normalcy, even if your relationship is anything but.

» You are the antidote to the poison that is Vil’s label as a villain. You prove to him that he was never evil. That he didn’t have to be trapped thinking he was. That his unique magic didn’t mean he was unworthy or unable to experience meaningful affection.

» You prove to him that no matter what people say, no matter the whispers of the public— Vil is worthy of your love and affection. And you’d never hesitate to show him that.

» In the dark, you reached out your hand to him and Vil grabbed on tight, intertwining your fingers as you pulled him out of the darkness. Even while people screamed that he was poisonous, you stayed. You are his light. And as long as you’ll have him, Vil will never hesitate to show you the same love you show him every day. Because with you, he’s been able to recognize a new type of beauty in himself.

» It’s confidence that comes with being loved and appreciated by someone you value. And Vil thinks it’s quite a stunning look on him.

— fin.

#twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fanfic #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst pomefiore #twst epel #twst epel x reader #epel felmier x reader #twst rook #twst rook x reader #rook hunt x reader #twst vil #twst vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #twst #pomefiore x reader #disney twisted wonderland

[teriwrites]

about me: a writeblr re-re-re-introduction

Hello! My old pinned post is officially over a year old and makes me cringe whenever I'm on my blog, so it's time to freshen things up again!

me

I'm Teri, I'm smack dab in the middle of my 20s and figuring out life. My writing is pretty exclusively original stuff, a lot of novels and a lot of fantasy, but I play around with various genres in short stories. Sort of a jack-of-all-trades in regards to hobbies - aside from writing, there's anything from baking to drawing with my ancient art tablet to cross-stitch to playing music to rambling around the patch of woods near my house to watching long-form D&D let's plays.

my goals

I recognize that every time I post something like this, it's with the intention of finally becoming as active on writeblr as I was during the pandemic. I also recognize I've never quite managed that.

So here are some more general goals to get me through 2024:

Finish my 2nd draft of Beyond Alder Creek

Write as cringey and brutally honest as I never allowed myself to as a teenager.

Speaking of, a large reading/writing goal of mine is to go back through every NaNo draft I've ever written (I've participated since 2011). So aside from just reading that and likely turning it into a whole spectacle on here for people's amusement, generally just survive reading through the writing from 8th grade. Stay tuned for more on that in the coming weeks lol

Finally, I have a general goal every year of reaching 100K words, between writing and editing and the like, but I'd happily be a little looser with that goal if it meant getting through others.

And now, without further ado:

my writing

Before I get specifically into WIPs, a general overview of the kind of writing you can expect from me:

As I said, I'm a fantasy nerd. I love worldbuilding, both on a large scale (nations and cultures and political relationships) and a small scale (a magic shop in an otherwise contemporary setting).

There's not a lot of romance in my writing, but there Are a lot of transformational relationships and codependency. Friendships, siblings, guardians, general ride-or-dies.

Thought experiments. I've been trying to catch and indulge more in my 'wait, what if?' ideas. Sometimes, that's fun little snippets of silly ideas, sometimes it's a majorly emotionally heavy scene for a story I'll never write. Sometimes, it's coming up with ideas to 'combine genres'. It's all about expanding the range.

wips*

Beyond Alder Creek /// draft 2 /// tag: bac

Winnie Pewitt has never believed in the fae. That is, until her little brother disappears, and she stumbles upon a faerie ring on the edge of town. Inside, a man seemingly carved from gold suggests that he knows who took the boy. With everyone else around their hometown accepting her brother's fate as certainty, Winnie takes it upon herself to craft the perfect deal and enter the realm of the fae with her new companion in tow.

The Lies in the Legend /// draft 1 /// tag: litl

The fictional autobiography of an elven noblewoman who rose rapidly in station and influence from an unremarkable youth to a diplomatic powerhouse. Spanning centuries during the prime of her life, Lady Ghislaine Agassi charts the course of her career and reputation, and highlights the dangers of making myths out of our idols.

*Though these are my primary WIPs, I have a page that covers various other WIPs and projects that I've brought up over the past few years.

I think that about covers everything! As always, I can't make any promises about how the year will wind up and where it takes us. But I will say, I've actually been writing recently, and yk I'm just gonna ride that high.

And for fun, here's some random facts about me:

fun facts

I have degrees in psychology and music!

I've lived across three continents, but currently live in upstate New York for whatever reason lol

The animals I've ridden on the back of include: horse, pony, elephant, and ostrich. The horse was my least favorite. By far.

I got diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes a couple months after Covid landed stateside (in May 2020) and am Always ready to talk someone's ear off about it.

The first story I ever wrote was on PowerPoint and was about war breaking out between humans and aliens that had taken refuge on Earth after their planet was destroyed. I was 8. There was a Lot of Clipart involved.

I've never been published, but I once secretly planned out, wrote, edited, and self-printed a couple copies of a novel about my best friends and our college apartment. They received it for Christmas last year and loved it (or at least were kind enough to tell me they did)!

#writeblr introduction #writeblr #writeblr intro #writers on tumblr #writing #hello once again friends #here is my annual promise to be different this year and actually talk about writing #we'll see how long it lasts this go round! #teritalks

[ettawritesnstudies]

WIP Intro

[Image ID: A digital painting of a crossroads with various road signs indicating route 1 south and milemarker 0, exit 0. It's night and there are dandelion puffs growing on the grass around the signs, with pine trees in the background. A ghost girl sits on top of the exit sign and blows a wish on one of the dandelion puffs. End Image ID]

The End of the Road

Category/Genre: New Adult Coming of Age / Paranormal, slow-burn friendship-> romance

Themes: road trips, leaving behind your hometown, the friends you know are transitory but you can't help but get attached to anyhow and the friends you make out of necessity that you can't help but feel you've outgrown, hauntings, ghosts and ghost towns, liminal spaces, the echos of grief, mental illness

Warnings: Death, mention of suicide, alcohol/drunk driving, smoking

POV: Dual 3rd person past tense

Status: Outlining, drafting through summer - autumn 2023

Synopsis:

Winnifred Armstrong barely eked out her degree from the community college while working retail at the local Walmart with the annoying people from her high school. Armed with a diploma and four summers worth of savings, she's determined to get away from her crazy family and this dead end town where everyone knows her name and everyone's asking what she's making of her life. She doesn't know the answer yet but she'll figure it out somewhere that's not here.

Henry Priceton recently graduated from a well known private school. He's trying to live up to all the expectations of his family and his community who see him as "the smart one who made it" but he's saddled with way too much student debt for a degree he kind of hates. Hey, it makes good money in a boring 9-5. He can figure out what he's doing with his life off the work clock once he gets out from under the thumb of his micromanaging parents.

When these old high school classmates both find jobs in a faraway city, their meddling parents decide it would be a great idea for them to share the cost of a moving van and drive their things out together. They get along, but they're not friends, and both hope to take turns driving and spend their breaks sleeping and listening to music through headphones. But as both the conversation and the road roll on underneath them, Winnie and Henry realize they both have ghosts they're trying to outrun. Will they be able to ditch what's haunting them before they reach the end of the road?

Ask if you want to be added to a taglist! Thank you @siarven for helping me develop this <3

#wip intro #the end of the road #etta's art #writeblr #if you see me projecting no you don't #ghosts #road trip wip #road trip #highway #traveling #coming of age

[birdietrait]

cryptophasia moodboard

it's called cryptophasia bc the two antagonists are supernatural beings that communicate with their own language!!

it's a story about winnie, a fairly sheltered and naive girl who meets a group of amateur paranormal investigators who are making a documentary about an urban legend that takes place in their hometown

#story:cryptophasia #all images are from pinterest <3 #the offical name for the sims story i plan on making someday :)) the one with winnie ! #idk when i'll actually start it but i just wanted to share a little about it bc i talk about winnie a lot w very little context lol

[insectsinsects]

Winnie, I owe you a post, but what you mean to me often transcends words. They fail me, which frustrates me because they are all we have. Your novel is brilliant. I remember when it was merely a thought. Pieces of the synopsis conjure memories of a younger, more naïve version of me. It's come so far...! I'm very proud of you. You have returned love at ten times its original value and I've always admired how you get back up despite everything. We're alike in that way. It's funny that we were merely two ships in the night all those years ago. When our paths diverged, your face was among hazy freshmen crowds in my 2020 dreams. It's hard to believe our friendship ever had an intermission like that. The string that connects us is older than some sidewalks in New York. Maybe I couldn't sense it under the concrete and tar. When you came back into my life two years later, I was surprised you could remember me because I was unremarkable back then. I was plain, I hadn't left my house in three months, and I was doomed. Honestly doomed. I wrote about things that used to feel like stellar masses on my mind. Now I think they're frivolous. But maybe we were all 18 and writing about things that became very small over time. I was honored to have made any impression on you. My hair was short. Yours was even shorter. I had only recently emerged from my chrysalis an interesting specimen. You were born cool.

I am esteemed to be a confidant to you. I do feel like a trusted sous-chef or lieutenant to you, and I'm always happy to share your joys or strategize or mourn or eat something yummy or watch a movie. I think we have a funny visual dynamic, from the way you tower over to me to our stylistic juxtaposition, I am proud when I walk next to you. One Christmas you cut your bangs and I waited until I was way out of frame and in my hometown to haphazardly chop bangs in your shadow. We have miraculous clogs from a thrift store in Virginia, because we prayed for them together in the hour-long train journey. We experience small instances of happiness because we pray for each other. You're one of 3 reasons I'd ever come back to New York, even though it smells like somebody else's house nowadays.

I'm sorry I didn't open up more before. You've given me so much of your life. When we called last week you saw my open, pulsating wounds. You probably, unknowingly heard my heart beat its loudest in warm alleyways last spring. You've seen me experience pure bliss and happiness, because a lot of those bright moments happen with you. I want to share every beautiful thing in my life with you, and I wish I could take half of your pain and bear it together. I can't wait to be wiser in 2030 or even a day from now.

Everything is so big because we're young, but I have a feeling we'll always exist as we are in the amber of my mind.

#long!!

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(Emily Rudd) THE MINX. Please welcome WINIFRED "WINNIE" BARRETT (SHE/HER) to Huntsville, WV. They are a 27-year-old VISITOR who lives in the COMMUNE. You may see them around working as a BARTENDER at SAMMIE'S PLACE. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

( *tw - child abuse, grooming, underage teacher/student relationship, poison reference, religious abuse, murder, death, sexual abuse )

GENERAL

FULL NAME: Winifred Elizabeth Barrett NICKNAMES: Winnie, Wicked Winnie, Freddie AGE: 27 years old DATE OF BIRTH: November 13th SEXUALITY: Pansexual STATUS: Hunter

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5′ 5″ HAIR: Brunette EYE COLOR: Blue

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Toronto, Canada INCOME STATUS: Middle Class FATHER:  Eric Barrett (deceased) MOTHER: Fiona Barrett (deceased) SIBLINGS: Marjorie "Mary" Barrett (deceased) FAMILY: Uncle SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A HOBBIES: Photography, Painting, Dance, Gaming, Acting, Singing

TRAITS

[+] Charismatic, Clever, Protective [-] Dishonest, Reckless, Cynical

STORY POINTS

If you had asked Winnie how she got where she is today when she was a kid, she'd be horribly confused.

She had a normal childhood. Her parents often worked but when everyone was home, they would play board games, eat dinner together, and watch movies like a regular family.

As Winnie grew, however, a teacher she was seeing after school started giving her a lot of unhealthy attention. When it turned into a relationship, she was told to tell no one and she would tell no one.

However, it led to her getting into trouble at school. It started with talking too much in class and then getting into fights with bullies... Her parents were growing concerned. They didn't know what could've caused such a change in her behavior.

Bad behavior at school expanded to home. She stopped wanting to watch and play with her little sister and instead chose to get lost in her own imaginary worlds and with her own doll adventures.

Her parents didn't know what to do. They were overreacting out of fear. So much so that her mother hired doctors and therapists and her father got in touch with the local priest because of her drastic change. She went along with it but kept her secrets. She was in love.

When money was running low from treatments, that was when a reality TV crew from the US stepped in. They promised funds for her treatment if they could film Winnie during her "journey".

It was an effort to help her, but now, it only made her behavior worse. If they wanted possessed and crazy, she would give them possessed and crazy. Especially since the teacher stopped their relationship when the attention was getting too much. She wanted revenge now.

She played pranks on her sister and scared her, spoke in tongues when the priests were around, and told the doctors constant lies.

Maybe her behavior was an overreaction to it all, but the way that all her family was treating her made her feel like a monster. She felt lost. Violated. No one to trust. Especially when they gave her an exorcism and broadcast it to the public.

She just had no idea how much her little sister was hurting from it all. Winnie was young, it was just easy to mess with her sister to get to her parents. She never meant to actually hurt her and tried telling her so. It was just hard for someone even younger than her to understand.

Marjorie just wanted it all to stop... So she did the only thing she knew. She made Winnie's bowl of soup one night and poured rat poison in when no one was looking.

What she didn't know was that Winnie poured her own soup back into the pot, deciding to starve in her usual protest rather than eat her mother's cooking that night.

Everyone ate the soup. She watched as all of them foamed and died in front of her. Two days later, the TV Crew found her. The police were called.

...It really did not help the possession rumors.

She was sent to a group home where she met Lizzie. By that time, she was known to the world as Wicked Winnie. No one believed her story. No one believed a word she said.

Lizzie stayed by her side and was as fed up as she was with the treatment... They ran off together and have been on the run for 13+ years.

She lied, cheated, stole, and slept with who she had to during that time. Anything to keep her new sister safe. She learned not to trust anyone or anything but her.

Her Uncle has been trying to find her and take her in for years, but she's evaded him in favor of Lizzie every time.

Eventually, they stumbled upon Huntsville... It looked like they would be staying somewhere indefinitely for the first time in a long time.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

1. Her Uncle

2. Hookups, FWBs, Fake Relationships

3. Bad Influences / Good Influences

4. Drinking / Party Buddies

5. Coworkers, Friendships, Enemies

…More to come, I’m sure!

#winnie barrett. #winnie barrett. / intro #huntsvilleintro

[payte]

After ordering lunch together from their usual food stall, Alexia vented to Winnie about her homesickness again. This time, she missed a visit home due to all of the projects they were working on and it hit her a lot harder than she thought it would. Winnie asked Alexia about her hometown, surprised to find it was San Myshuno - a city right next to where she grew up in Evergreen Harbor! It amazed the two of them that they not only attended the same University but also lived so close to one another and still had to move to another country to become friends!

#The Sims 4 #Ts4 #Sims 4 Gameplay #Ts4 Gameplay #Sims 4 Legacy #Ts4 Legacy #Ryan's Legacy #RL Gen 2 #Generation 2 #Winnie Finch #Alexia Hawkins

[softbobamilktae]

It's Not Easy to Keep a Christmas Secret

Pairing: Jin x OC

Genre: fluff

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy

Summary: Ashley thinks that announcing her pregnancy on Christmas is a great gift idea, but the trouble comes in when she tries to keep the secret from Jin….

This is the sequel to Snow is Falling Outside, But I’m Falling for You

A/N: @jinnie-forthe-winnie here ya go! Have fun!

Christmas was a special time of year to Ashley.  Every year, it reminded her of how she and Jin had met.  His younger brother, Tae, had convinced her to come to Christmas with him under the illusion that Tae’s parents had been hounding him and he’d needed a date.  Turns out, he’d really just wanted to introduce Ashley to Jin in hopes that they’d hit it off.  Not at all romantic, but it was a very funny story to tell.  As long as Tae wasn’t around, that was.  It inflated his ego too much to hear the story retold.

It had been four years since that Christmas.  Since then, Tae had gotten married to his long-time love Amber, and Jin and Ashley had also tied the knot.  Tae had moved back home to live near his family while Jin had joined Ashley in her hometown.  And, of course, Tae and Amber had welcomed their little daughter, Kiara, into the world the previous year.

In short, a lot had happened since that Christmas.  This year would be the best of them all, though, in Ashley’s opinion.  She and Jin were headed to see his family for the holiday, and she had quite the gift to give this year.  Her only hope was that she could make it to Christmas without anyone discovering it.  She’d been hiding it for three weeks already, and she had another five days to go.  Would Jin figure it out before Christmas?  She sure hoped not.

Her predicament had all started three weeks ago when that little test with two red lines had informed her of something she’d dreamt about experiencing for years: she was pregnant.

The news had elated her.  She’d wanted to tell Jin immediately, but every opportunity she’d been offered had been interrupted.  She’d accepted it as her fate to wait to tell him until Christmas, which, of course, was not that big of a deal.  It had only been two weeks away by the time she’d given up on telling him.

The only thing was…how did she go about announcing it?  She still didn’t have any idea by the time they arrived in town.  Time was ticking.

Amber’s pregnancy announcement had been anything but grand.  It had been a text in mid-February, right after Valentine’s Day.  “We’re expecting a baby in September!”  It had been fine, but it was Christmas…so Ashley needed to do something grander.

She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t come up with any ideas, but her brain was completely blank.  If it had been a few months ago, she’d probably had plenty of ideas, but now that it was actually happening, she had none.  Naturally, this only meant one thing: she’d have to consult the internet.  Except the internet didn’t have any ideas that actually seemed good.  Most of the suggestions were to get a flat lay.  Whatever that was.  Get a gold flat lay, get a blue flat lay, get a silver flat lay.  Ashley had no idea what that was, and she didn’t care to know.  She’d simply be doing her own brainstorming, it seemed.

Her first obstacle was presented to her the second night they were there.  Jin’s father, as always, had taken everyone to a party, and that meant…alcohol.  The highest of the highs on the pregnancy no-no list, and also the highest of the highs on the things Ashley generally consumed at these parties.  How on earth was she going to dodge the questions she’d surely get?

“Hey, remember the first time we came to one of these parties together?” Jin asked, nudging her as they stood in the middle of the way-too-big foyer.

Ashley laughed. “Yeah, we drank cider…and then we left to go ice skating.”

He chuckled. “Maybe we should do that again.  Let me see if I can find some cider.”

That issue had clearly remedied itself this time.  She’d been sure to smell that cider before taking a sip of it, though.  She couldn’t take any chances.

“Should we sneak out and go ice skating?” Jin suggested.

Normally, Ashley would’ve said yes right then and there, but she’d been feeling rather tired lately, and she didn’t really want to give any hints to Jin.  On the other hand…he would probably find it odd if she refused.

“Let’s do it!”

※ ❅ ※ ❅ ※

Ashley wasn’t much better at ice skating than she had been four years ago.  She’d been ice skating a max of around ten times in her entire life, and maybe two of those times had been in the past four years, so she still resembled a fawn as she slipped and slid around the ice rink.  Thankfully, this one was nearly empty.  She wasn’t likely to bowl down a couple kindergarteners.

“Whoa!” Jin exclaimed as he caught her arms to keep her from sliding even further. “Still not great at this, huh?”

She rolled her eyes, accepting his hands as an anchor nonetheless. “Oh, shush.”

He chuckled. “Why should I?  You know you love my teasing!”

She shook her head. “Who told you that?”

“I told myself.”

“You shouldn’t trust him.  He’s not a reliable source?”

Jin pouted. “Hey!”

She grinned. “This place isn’t too different than it was four years ago.”

“Is it not?  I thought they got a new scoreboard.”

Ashley spun around to see what he was talking about, and it was enough to make her lose her balance.  Jin reached down just in time to catch her before her bottom hit the ice, but she was already startled at that point.  He pulled her up against his chest.

“Ash…you ok?”

She still wasn’t standing fully on her feet, so she actually had to look up to make eye contact with him.

“I…I’m ok.”

He furrowed his brows. “You sure?  You look a bit woozy.  Let’s go sit down for a moment.”

After she’d righted herself with the help of his strong arms, he pulled her off the rink and sat her down.  He swept a few strands of hair out of her face before making eye contact with her.  Ashley had to admit that that fall had skyrocketed how lethargic she felt.  She wanted to lean over and fall asleep right then and there, but she was determined to keep a straight face so as to not tip Jin off to how tired she felt.

“What?” she asked after a few moments.

“I don’t know…you just seem a bit tired.  You sure you’re ok?  We can go home now if you’d like.”

Ashley figured she must’ve been a terrible actor.  How had he seen straight through her so quickly?

She waved her hand dismissively. “No, we can keep going.  The fall just shook me up a bit.”

He seemed to let it go then, but he insisted on keeping a tight hold on her after they got back on the ice.

Ashley waited for what seemed to her to be a decent amount of time before telling Jin she wanted to go home.  She could only guess that she’d been right in guessing what was a decent amount of time, because he didn’t seem to think anything of it as she unlaced her skates.

※ ❅ ※ ❅ ※

The next morning presented a whole new challenge.  Jin’s mom had made eggs for breakfast.  Normally, this wouldn’t have been an issue for Ashley, but oh boy it was bothering her today.  She had to step out of the kitchen to stop herself from gagging.  As far as she could tell, no one else was having this reaction, so she could only guess that it was some symptom caused by pregnancy.  The only question was…how was she going to get out of this?  It seemed rude to downright refuse to eat, and saying she wasn’t hungry would definitely ring alarm bells in Jin’s head, so what was she to do?

“Hey,” Jin slung his arm over Ashley’s shoulders as he exited the kitchen. “Mom said she doesn’t have enough eggs to feed all of us, so do you want to go get breakfast?”

Ashley was sure she could hear angels singing.  Yes.  Yes, anywhere but near scrambled eggs.

She tried to keep her elation off her face as she replied. “Sure!  That sounds great!” Had that sounded natural enough?

The two of them sat at breakfast twenty minutes later, and Ashley made sure neither of them ordered eggs.  She wasn’t sure what about the smell of them had made her feel so sick, but she was sure she wouldn’t be eating breakfast if she so much as saw another one.

She and Jin had both ordered pancakes, although she wasn’t sure how many of them she could actually stomach.  The smell of eggs was still lingering in her sinuses and making her slight nauseated.

“It’s kind of nice to get away for a little while,” Jin laughed. “I forgot how…busy everyone seems at Christmastime.” He groaned after shoving a bite of pancake in his mouth. “Did you hear Dad say that three of his glasses got broken at a party last week?  He told me he’s never hosting a Christmas party again.  Which, obviously, is a complete lie.”

Ashley was glad that Jin was lost in his own world at that moment in time, because she could smell eggs again, and she was about to puke.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.  I’ll be right back.”

Jin smiled at her. “Oh, ok.  Don’t fall in while you’re in there.”

Usually, she would’ve laughed at that comment, but right now she was feeling too sick to find anything funny.  She ran off to the bathroom.

Thankfully, the feeling subsided after she’d stood in the bathroom for a few minutes, but she really didn’t want to go back out there.  Was there anywhere they could go that wouldn’t have cooked eggs?

She was hitting the point where she just wanted to tell Jin.  Everything was just starting to feel off, and she wanted Jin’s support…and his help.  But it would ruin the surprise.  Did it really matter anymore, though?  She still had no idea how to announce it anyways, so maybe she should tell Jin today and ask him for help.

She headed back to the table when she felt like she could stomach food again.

“Are you ok?” Jin asked when she sat down.

“Hmm?” she feigned innocence. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know.  You’ve just seemed a bit off since we got here.  Tired, maybe?”

She shook her head. “I’m ok.”

He raised an eyebrow, but once again, he didn’t push it.  She was doing a really bad job at hiding all of this.  Her husband knew her too well.

By the end of breakfast, Ashley had only eaten one pancake.  She hoped it was enough to satisfy any suspicions Jin had, but she really couldn’t stomach any more food at the moment.  It felt strange, though.  This wasn’t how she remembered morning sickness being described, and she couldn’t recall Amber even having it when she’d been pregnant.

Ashley felt unsettled when they got back in the car.  Jin was giving her a look that told her he knew something was off, and it was making her want to just tell him right then and there.

“What is it?” she asked.

He rubbed his chin. “I don’t know…I don’t want to seem pushy if nothing’s wrong, you just…don’t seem like you’re feeling great.”

She blew out a breath.  Maybe she could settle for a half-truth. “I’ve been feeling a bit nauseous this morning…it’s not too bad, though.”

He frowned. “Oh, Ash, why didn’t you tell me?”

“You took me out for breakfast.  I didn’t want to make you feel bad.”

“Do you think you’re sick?  Or is it something else?”

She shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

He hummed, reaching over to pat her thigh. “Promise me you’ll tell me if you feel sick again?  Is that why you ran off to the bathroom earlier?”

She nodded.

The car was silent for a few moments, the only noise accompanying them being the wind that was kicking the snowflakes around outside.

“Hey, you remember that time we had a snowman building contest?”

“You mean the one where you threw snow down my back?” Ashley asked.

He nodded, a wry grin on his face. “That’s the one.”

“How could I not remember?  I can still feel that snow.” She glanced at him. “Maybe I’ll get you back for that this year.”

He gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would.”

He squinted at her. “I won’t believe it until I see it.”

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The exhaustion that had been bearable the previous night was nearly knocking her out this afternoon as she helped decorate Jin’s parents’ house.  They were having a few extended family members over for dinner, and as always, the house had to be in perfect Christmas condition.

“Do you need a nap?” Jin asked, resting his hands on her shoulders.

Even though she was at eye level with him, she felt small in that moment.  She was so tired, and she wanted nothing more than to collapse into his arms in that moment.  She stared at him for a few moments, considering her answer to that question.

Jin didn’t give her the opportunity to answer, though. “How about we go lay down for a few minutes?”

Once the two of them were laid in bed, Jin spooning Ashley, she realized that she was even more exhausted than she’d initially thought.

“Are you falling asleep already?” he chuckled.

“Hmm…how’d you know?”

“You’re getting heavier on my arm.  That always happens when you’re falling asleep.”

“Ah.”

She didn’t even know what to say to that.  He was too attentive for her to keep this secret for much longer.  She rested her arm on top of his over her abdomen.

“I’m tired,” she admitted.

“I assumed as much.” He was smiling against her shoulder. “Take a nap.  We can leave the decorating to Tae and Amber.”

That didn’t seem very fair to them, but she was too exhausted to argue with him at that moment in time. “Ok.”

“Still don’t know why you’re feeling bad?” he murmured as he nudged his nose against her ear.  He wiggled his hand out from under her arm and reached up to rest his hand against her cheek. “You don’t have a fever.”

She hummed, too tired to give him an actual response.

“You don’t usually get this tired, even during the winter.”

“Mhm….”

“Ah, I’ve got it.  Mom’s cooking is so good it’s putting you into a food coma.”

She giggled softly. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?  I solved the mystery?  Awesome!  Detective Jin to the rescue!”

His chattering was having a sedating effect on her today even though it generally kept her awake.  Though really, she wanted nothing more than to melt right into the mattress and fall asleep.  She was already doing that even now.

“We should really go shopping tomorrow,” he muttered.

“Hmm?”

“For Christmas presents.  We didn’t buy anything at home for anyone.”

“Ah.” Yes, she kept forgetting about that. “I had an idea.  Just needed to put it together.”

“Oh, really?  Care to enlighten me?”

“Mm…no.”

He sighed. “Oh, come on!  Why not?”

“Because it includes your present.”

“Well, that’s no fun.  I want to know now.”

“Christmas is in three days.  You can wait.”

She could feel him pouting against her shoulder. “That’s not fair.”

“Why not?”

“Becaaauuuse…I want to know.”

She reached back and poked him in the side. “Stop whining.  You’ll find out soon enough.”

He laughed. “Hey, I thought you were tired.”

“I am.  Your whining didn’t change that.”

“Maybe you should sleep so you’re feeling well when my aunt and uncle get here.”

Her eyes fluttered shut. “Mkay, I can do that.”

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Jin convinced her to join him for shopping the next day.  The mall was completely packed, and Ashley wasn’t sure she wanted to wander away from Jin.  She needed to if she was going to find what she was looking for, but she would probably lose him if they split up.

At least she’d finally found an idea.  She’d remembered something she’d seen once where the couple gifted everyone gifts to represent their new role.  Aunt, Uncle, Grandma, Grandpa.  It was smart, easy, and something she could do in one day.  And, most of all, it was cute.  It was an actual gift rather than just an announcement, which she liked.  She thought of it as a kind of souvenir to remember the day.

“How about we split up?” she suggested against her better judgement.

“Split up?” he groaned. “Why?  So you can make a little secret?”

“You know it.  I can’t let you know what your gift is before I give it to you.” She nudged his arm. “You ask that like you’re gonna tell me what my present is before tomorrow!”

“You’re not any fun.  Let me guess – you’re going to buy me another baking pan.”

She gasped in mock outrage. “Hey!  You weren’t supposed to guess that!”

He grinned wickedly. “I knew it!  I’m so good at guessing!”

She smacked his arm. “We’ll meet at the entrance in two hours, ok?”

Ashley hadn’t realized how ridiculously hard it would be to find what she was looking for.  She knew she should’ve planned this way ahead, but she’d had absolutely zero ideas until this morning.  She could only pray that she’d find something before she had to meet up with Jin.  If not, she’d have to come up with something else entirely before tomorrow morning, and she was sure that would not be happening.

She weaved through the stores trying to find anything that could work.  Eventually, she came across a onesie decorating kit.  It wasn’t what she’d been hoping for, but it would work, so she bought it.

It was two stores later where she found something that slightly matched what she’d been looking for.  She’d found some mugs.  Best Grandpa, Best Grandma, Best Aunt, Best Uncle.  But nothing that had dad on it.  Odd.  She’d just have to keep looking for something that she could give to Jin.

She was near giving up by the time the two-hour mark was approaching.  What on earth was she going to give Jin?  She was dragging her feet through the store when something caught her eye.  It was a shirt that read Best Dad in the Galaxy.  A cheesy Star Wars reference, that was for sure.  But it made her laugh, and she was sure it would have Jin laughing too once he’d gotten over the initial shock of the news.

So, after a surprisingly successful shopping spree, she met Jin back at the front of the mall.

“What on earth did you buy?” he asked with a laugh when he saw all the bags she was carrying.

“I’m not telling you!  You’ll find out tomorrow.”

He sighed heavily. “Fine…I’ll wait.  You found everything you needed, though?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t find anything for Kiki, but that’s it.”

“That’s ok.” He held up a bag. “Everything in here is just for her.”

Ashley’s eyes widened. “Man, you don’t even spoil me that much!”

He snorted. “Come on, it’s her first Christmas where I can actually buy her toys.  Let me spoil her a little bit.”

“I wouldn’t say that you’re just spoiling her a little bit, but okay….”

As the two of them stacked their bags in the back of the car, Jin sighed. “We really need to stop waiting so late to do our shopping.  I feel like we do this every year.”

“In our defense, we did host last year, so we were definitely busy doing other things.”

“That’s true.  Still, we could at least do some shopping on Black Friday.”

She patted his shoulder. “We can do that next year if it makes you happy.”

Ashley ended up borrowing some wrapping paper from Jin’s mom.  She hadn’t had the thought to buy any until hours after they’d gotten back from the store, so she had no other choice.  She was honestly just glad that she only had today and tomorrow to keep the secret now.  She could tell Jin was starting to get suspicious, and she wanted to tell him before he figured it out.  If she just survived today and tomorrow, she’d be fine.  She just needed to not get tired or nauseated.

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Ashley discovered a new smell that made her nauseous the next morning.  Coffee.  It was a rarity in Jin’s parents’ house, but someone was making it this morning.  Ashley stepped outside onto the porch the second she was out of the hallway.  And for some reason, Amber followed her.

“Hey there!  I haven’t seen much of you since the night you got here,” Amber laughed.

Ashley smiled, which was easier to do now that she wasn’t being assaulted by the scent of coffee. “Yeah…Jin and I have gone out quite a bit, I guess,” she laughed.

Amber nodded. “I mean, I can’t blame you.  It’s the season to go out and have fun.”

“Yep….”

It was silent for a few moments before Amber picked the conversation up again.

“I wanted to ask you if you’re feeling all right.  You’ve just seemed a bit tired recently.”

“Oh?” Ashley laughed dryly. “Yeah, I’m just not used to this much activity, I guess.  I’m not twenty-two anymore.”

Amber nodded. “True.  I feel like I’ve aged five years since having Kiki.  She’s so active, and I can’t keep up with her half the time!”

“Isn’t that what Tae’s for?” Ashley asked.

“Uh, yeah, it looks like it.  He’ll chase her around for hours!  I don’t know where he gets the energy!”

Ashley shrugged. “He’s always been full of unexplainable energy.”

Amber giggled. “He’s a lot more energetic than he used to be.” She nudged Ashley’s arm. “What about Jin?”

“Jin?  I’m not sure I’d say he’s energetic, but we don’t have a little kid yet.  He mostly plays video games when he’s home.”

“Well, maybe that’ll change soon.  You want a kid eventually, right?”

“Of course.”

Ashley was just hoping that Amber wasn’t onto her yet.  Out of everyone here, she was the most likely to realize Ashley was pregnant.  She’d been pregnant not too long ago, so surely, she’d recognize the symptoms.

“We probably should go back inside.  It’s pretty cold out here,” Amber laughed.

“I’ll be in in a few minutes.”

※ ❅ ※ ❅ ※

Christmas Eve didn’t get much better.  The smell of coffee lingered in the house for the rest of the day, and Ashley spent the majority of that time at least slightly nauseous.  The problem really came when they started their celebration that night, though.  Jin’s mom had bought wine, and Ashley wasn’t sure how she was going to avoid questions if she didn’t drink any of it.  Jin and Tae both knew her all too well to not ask questions if she didn’t drink alcohol tonight, and she couldn’t think of a single excuse at this moment in time.

So…what was she going to do?

Simple.  She was going to try and avoid questioning by playing with her niece.

“Kiki, which one’s your favorite?” Ashley held up two of the toddler’s stuffed animals.

“Giaff,” Kiki replied, promptly taking the stuffed giraffe from her.  Then she stood up and waddled off.

“Hey!  Kiki, come back here!”

Kiara seemed to think it was funny to make her aunt chase her around the house, because she bolted straight down the hall as soon as those words came out of Ashley’s mouth.

“Come back here, you silly!” Ashley exclaimed.

Kiki had completely disappeared, though, and three of the bedroom doors had been left open.  She checked the empty bedroom first.  It was silent and nearly empty but for a bed and a nightstand.  Ashley walked around the bed.  No Kiara.  She knelt down and checked under the bed just for good measure.

Next, she checked her and Jin’s room.  It was the closest room to the beginning of the hallway, so maybe she’d wandered in there.

“Kiki?”

A little giggle came from behind the bed.  Ashley snuck around the bed.

“I hear you, Kiki.  Where are you?”

She rounded the bed to find Kiara squatted on the floor hugging her giraffe.  She giggled when she saw Ashley.

“Hey…it’s not funny to run away from your aunt, Kiki.”

The toddler seemed to think otherwise though, letting out another giggle as Ashley picked her up.

“We need to stay in the living room, Kiki,” Ashley informed her as she shut all the bedroom doors. “We’re not allowed to come back here alone, ok?”

Kiara just giggled at her.  Ashley mimicked her, giggling as she tickled Kiara’s stomach.  The little girl squealed.

“You’re just like your dad, aren’t you?  Very silly.  I didn’t tell you it was time to play hide and seek!”

Kiara reached up and placed her hand over Ashley’s mouth, and Ashley gasped in mock offense.  This only induced more giggles from the fifteen-month-old she was holding.

“Who taught you to do this?  Was it your dad?  I need to have a talk with him,” Ashley mumbled under Kiara’s hand.

“Ah Dada,” Kiara replied.

“It was Dada?  I knew it!  This is exactly the kind of thing he’d do!”

Kiara giggled. “Dada.”

“Should we go see him?”

The little girl wiggled against her hip, all the while not moving her hand off Ashley’s mouth.

“All right, let’s go do that.”

Ashley found Tae in the kitchen when she went searching for him, and Kiki was wiggling even more when she saw him.  She took her hand off Ashley’s mouth so she could lean towards him.

“Dada!”

Tae turned to her and gasped. “Kiki!”

She held her hands out toward him, dropping her giraffe in the process.

He lifted his hands up. “You want to come to Dada?”

“Dada!” she squeaked again.”

“That’s a yes,” he laughed as he took her from Ashley’s arms.  He rubbed her stomach. “What, are you not having fun with Auntie Ashley?”

Kiara set her hand against his mouth, and he bit down on it with his lips.  She giggled.

“Mm, Kiki tastes good,” Tae mumbled around her hand.

Kiara was letting out a belly laugh after that, bringing her other hand up to smack his cheek.  He gasped, his mouth falling open.

“Kiki!”

“Dada,” she laughed.

“I’m gonna have to get you now!” he exclaimed before tickling her.

“Ahhhhhh!”

“Ok, what do we say to Auntie Ashley for playing with you?” Tae asked.

“Sae ‘oo!” Kiara exclaimed, the pronunciation of the two words completely butchered.

“You’re welcome, Kiki!” Ashley laughed. “If you want to play more, you can come find me.”

Kiara clapped her hands.  Then she gasped. “Dada!  Giaff?”

“Oh?  Is your giraffe missing?”

Ashley bent down to pick it up off the ground. “Here it is, Kiki!”

Kiara clapped her hands. “Giaff!”

※ ❅ ※ ❅ ※

Strangely, playing with her niece actually had distracted everyone from asking questions for the rest of the night.  She’d done it.  She’d made it through Christmas Eve without anyone suspecting her.  She brushed her teeth happily that night as she anticipated the following morning.  It was actually going to be a surprise!  She’d succeeded!

“Hey, Ash, I’ve got a question,” Jin announced as he walked into the bathroom.

“Hmm?”

“Are you pregnant?”

She spun around to stare at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“Well, I mean…I don’t know.  I was just thinking about it.  You’ve been kinda tired recently, and breakfast was making you look sick at least two days this week.” He shrugged. “You’ve also drank no alcohol while we’ve been here, which is pretty odd for you.”

She stared at him, dumbfounded.  Did she tell him now or stall for the morning?

“Why are you just asking now?” she laughed nervously.

He paused. “I don’t know.  I just didn’t want to ask you if it was just a day or two, but it’s been quite a few now.”

She cringed internally.  So he’d been thinking about this for a while now, then?

She set her toothbrush down and wandered into their bedroom.  Once she’d found his gift in the pile of presents, she headed back to the bathroom and handed it to him.

“How about you open this now?”

He glanced down at the gift in her hands before looking back up at her, a confused look settling on his features.  She nudged the gift towards him, prompting him to take it.

“Is this my gift?”

She nodded. “The one you’re opening here, at least.  You know I have more at home for you.”

He took it from her before cautiously popping the tape off of it.  His brows furrowed when he pulled out a shirt.

“Look at what the front of it says.”

He shook the shirt out so that it unfolded, a grin overtaking his face when he read what it said.

“Best Dad in the Galaxy?  Really?”

She smiled, embarrassed. “There weren’t a lot of options, ok?  I had no idea how to announce it until yesterday!”

He chuckled. “So you are pregnant?”

She nodded. “I’m honestly surprised it wasn’t super obvious.  I’ve felt really off while we’ve been here, and I’m not sure I was doing that great of a job at hiding it.”

“Well, it is the season for untimely sicknesses, so I’m sure if anyone did notice, they just assumed you were little under the weather.  Like I did at first.”

She smiled sheepishly. “So, I guess this was good timing, then?”

“When did you find out?”

She grimaced. “Almost four weeks ago now.”

“Really?” he asked, shocked.

“Yeah.  I was going to tell you a while ago…but every time I tried, the moment didn’t work out, so I gave up and decided I’d tell everyone at Christmas!”

He laughed in disbelief. “So…you’re like eight weeks pregnant, then?”

She nodded. “Just about.”

He pulled her into a kiss, leaving her a little breathless when he pulled away.

“We’re gonna have a baby.”

She giggled. “We are.  We’ll have a baby in July.”

He smiled.  Then he frowned. “Hey, why didn’t you tell me on my birthday?”

She winced. “I was going to…but.  We were out with the guys, and then both of us were tired by the time the night was over…it just didn’t feel right.”

“I suppose I can understand that.  That’s how I felt about proposing.  The time just never felt right.”

“I guess both of us are a little silly.  Neither of these things panned out for us, did they?”

“I mean, we’re married and expecting a baby, so something panned out.  Maybe just not the way it could’ve.”

Her next laugh very quickly became a yawn.

Jin chuckled. “Should we head to bed now?”

“Please.  Kiara tired me out this evening.”

The two of them were cuddled up in bed a few minutes later, Ashley’s head laid on Jin’s chest. 

“I’m kind of glad that you figured it out, honestly,” she admitted.

“Really?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah.  I wanted to tell you before I told everyone else, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.”

“Well I’m glad I asked, then.  You haven’t started brainstorming names without me, right?”

“Nope.  Got any ideas?”

“Seokjin Jr.”

She groaned. “Of course you’d say that.”

He laughed. “Ok, what would you name them?”

She hummed. “Maybe Luna.  Or Oliver.”

“Those are cute.”

“You like them?”

He nodded. “I do.” Then he went silent.

She tapped his chest. “Can we go to bed?  I want to be up for Christmas tomorrow.”

He chuckled. “Sure.  We can do that.” He rubbed her back. “See you in the morning.  I love you.”

“Love you too.”

※ ❅ ※ ❅ ※

The next morning is when Ashley discovered that Tae was passing his Christmas morning shenanigans down to his daughter.  It was only eight am when the toddler came waddling into the bedroom.  Tae and Amber were already over, apparently.

“A-tie.  Unca.  Wakey!” she was tugging the comforter off the bed as she tried to climb it.

Ashley rolled over. “Who sent you, you little squeak?”

“Dada,” Kiki replied with a giggle.

“Of course.” Ashley tugged the little girl up onto the bed. “It’s not nice to wake people up, you know.”

Kiki giggled again.

“All right, I guess it’s time to wake up,” Jin sighed. “Your Dada’s silly, Kiki, you know that?”

“Dada silly.”

“That’s right,” Jin nodded.

The three of them headed out to the living room a few moments later.

“Good job, Kiki!  You did it!” Tae exclaimed.

Kiki giggled and clapped her hands together.

“I think you shouldn’t be using your daughter against us, Tae,” Jin commented.

“I don’t see why not.  Isn’t it better than me waking you up, anyways?”

Jin rolled his eyes.

“All right, I want everyone to open the gifts from us first,” Ashley announced a few minutes later when everyone was seated in the living room. “It’s sort of a group gift, so you all need to open them at the same time.”

It wasn’t a minute later that they were all ripping open their gifts, and Amber gasped. “You’re pregnant!  I knew it!”

“Seriously?” Ashley asked. “How?”

Amber laughed. “I don’t know…the way you were acting just reminded me of how I acted when we weren’t telling people I was pregnant with Kiki.  Lucky guess, I suppose?”

“Hey, Kiki, you know what this means,” Tae patted her stomach. “You’re gonna have a cousin next summer!”

“Coosin?” Kiki asked.

“That’s right!”

Kiki clapped her hands together. “Yay!  Coosin!”

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Jin and Ashley sat on the porch that evening, swinging.  It was snowing gently outside, but the moon could be clearly seen from where they were sitting.

“Just think, next year we’re going to have a little baby with us,” Jin laughed.

Ashley grinned. “You’re right, we will.  Christmas will never be the same!”

“Has any Christmas been the same?”

She shook her head. “Not really.  I mean, we spent one Christmas here, and then we spent the next one with my family, and the year after that we went on a cruise, and last year we had it at our house, and Kiki joined us for the first time, and now we’re here again.”

Jin laughed. “With that pattern, it sounds like we’re due for a cruise again next year.”

“Not with a five-month-old, we aren’t!”

“Hey, it could be fun!”

“Nope,” Ashley shook her head. “It’s not happening.”

Jin snapped his fingers. “It was worth a shot.”

She laughed. “Was this a good Christmas gift?”

“It was a great Christmas gift.  The best one, I daresay.”

“Maybe I’ll give it to you again next year.”

“Ok, let’s not get ahead of ourselves-”

She smiled and leaned over to kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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A/N: I had SO MUCH FUN writing this. Honestly, it went by a lot faster than I expected. I was going to post it in early December...but...that did not happen, clearly

It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!

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National Winnie the Pooh Day 

Grab a pot of “hunny”, enjoy a game of Poohsticks and revisit these beloved childhood stories about a bear and all his friends.

One of the cuddliest holidays around has to be National Winnie the Pooh Day, celebrated on the birthday of author A. A. Milne (January 18, 1882). It’s one special anniversary fans just can’t bear to miss! Every year, the occasion is marked with events such as teddy bears’ picnics, featuring plenty of honey on the menu.

History Of Winnie The Pooh Day

Winnie the Pooh first appeared on the printed page in 1926, together with friends Piglet, Tigger, and Eeyore. All of them were based on toys owned by the author’s son, who also featured in the famous stories as Christopher Robin. The character later starred in a series of much-loved Disney films.

The name Winnie, for instance, came from Milne’s teddy bear Winnie. The “Pooh” part was from the nickname of a swan he’d met on holiday. The rest of the names, besides those mentioned above, were purely creations of his mind and allegedly did not refer to any objects in the real world.

The story and adventures of Winnie the Pooh are set in the ancient Ashdown Forest of East Sussex. The area features beautiful open heathland, wooded areas, and high ridges. Locals consider it an area of outstanding natural beauty.

Many stories in Winnie the Pooh have clear associations with locations in the forest. The illustrations that accompanied the original books often depicted scenes from this part of the world. Pooh, Tigger, and the crew are regularly seen marching through beautiful gorse, heather, bracken, and silver birch, all popular in the Ashdown area.

The landscapes were an essential part of what helped to make Winnie the Pooh such a compelling pop phenomenon. Like J.R.R Tolkien, Milne had found something unique and persuasive in the English countryside. There was deep magic about it that lent itself to pure escapism. The idea of friendly animal characters adventuring in such an area whisked audiences off to another world that had nothing to do with the pressures of the modern economy.

The first-ever Pooh stories appeared in a Christmas special edition of the Evening Standard newspaper in December 1924. The first book Winnie-the-Pooh emerged around a year later. It told the very first stories of Pooh and his compatriots as they humorously toured through idyllic country scenes, collecting honey and arguing pleasantly.

The Winnie the Pooh brand remained in the Milne family until 1930 until television and merchandising expert, Stephen Slesinger, bought out the rights. Milne received a $1,000 payment upfront plus 66 percent of the income generated by Slesinger’s efforts. Over the next thirty years, Winnie-the-Pooh transformed into a $50 million-a-year franchise – a testament to its tremendous popularity.

Pooh ceased being solely a storybook character. He soon grew into a film star, musician, and toy brand. No longer was the concept confined to the pages of a book. Winnie-the-Pooh had a very real presence in the world.

Throughout it all, though, Slesinger and the Milne family remained faithful to the original character of Winnie-the-Pooh. At first blush, everyone’s favorite yellow bear seems a little slow and dim-witted. But as the stories develop, you soon see endearing aspects of his character and profound emotional intelligence.

Pooh is keenly aware of his intellectual limitations, but this is an aspect that makes him so lovable. There’s no pretense about the bear. He just wants to live his life and find practical, hands-on solutions to problems. Examples of his down-to-Earth nature abound from his rescuing of Eeyore from a river to Poohsticks’ invention.

Pooh is also extremely fond of food and not afraid to indulge a little in life’s pleasures. He loves what he calls “hunny” and will go to great lengths to acquire it.

Most of the time, Pooh hangs out with his friends. He is a social creature, always interested in the lives of others. He makes a habit of spending time with the other animals of the forest and ensures that their needs are met. He is a kind of steward and a leader, without people realizing it.

When Disney bought the rights to the franchise in 1966, they were keen to keep Pooh’s lovable persona intact. Bosses at the studio knew that it was a winning formula and something people instinctively loved. Pooh hit the big time, thanks to animated productions from the cartoon maker.

The first production in 1966 was a theatrical “featurette” called Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree. Later, Disney followed up these productions with Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day and Winnie the Pooh and Tigger Too in 1974.

Seeing the demand for a feature-length film, the studio combined all three into The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh.

Things kicked off for the franchise after 1980. Producers gave the go-ahead for a series of new movies and television series that exposed entire generations of children to the concept. The first of these was Welcome to Pooh Corner, which ran from 1983 to 1986. After that came The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh and My Friends Tigger & Pooh.

Ultimate, Milne intended Winnie the Pooh as a work that would comfort, not challenge. And that remains very much the essence of the franchise to this day.

How to Celebrate Winnie The Pooh Day

Thanks to the sheer number of films, books, and TV adaptations, there are all kinds of ways you can enjoy National Winnie the Pooh Day. In fact, there’s so much content to consume, there’s no way you’ll get it all done in twenty-four hours. Oh well, there’s always next year!

If you’re the sort of person who loves the history of Winnie the Pooh, why not spend the day reading Milne’s original works, starting with the Christmas edition of the 1924 Evening Standard? Then move on to reading the compilation stories to get a sense of how the author originally envisioned the character.

After that, it might be fun to move on to later adaptations of Pooh to see how he evolved over time. Often, you’ll find striking consistency, and sometimes you’ll find small cultural context changes here and there. Overall, though, it is incredible how similar the modern incarnation is to his historical counterpart.

Indulging in a Winnie the Pooh movie marathon can also be a lot of fun. You could watch all the films from the 1970s until the present, back to back.

Winnie the Pooh was also a massive lover of food, especially honey. Nothing is stopping you from recreating his favorite recipes from the books and movies.

Finally, one extra-special way to mark the day is to visit Pooh Corner in Hartfield, East Sussex, where the books were written. You can pick up a map to follow in the characters’ footsteps, and even play a game of Poohsticks on the original bridge.

Celebrating National Winnie the Pooh Day, therefore, is way easier than you might think. Dressing up as a bear, eating lots of honey, and watching your favorite Pooh movies are all great options.

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﹙ 🧜🏻‍♀️ ﹚ ✶ ׅ — YEOM MIJIN, better known as QUINN, is a korean-australian artist under IN𖤐ENTERTAINMENT. she's the fifth neverland's member announced, as a MAIN VOCALIST and LEAD DANCER.

in the group's history, she represents the MERMAID, the one who bewitches everyone with her angelic voice.

﹙ 🧜🏻‍♀️ ﹚ ✶ ׅ — BASICS !

BIRTH NAME : yeom mijin

ENGLISH NAME : yeh millie

NICKNAMES : sirena, neverland's queen, fake maknae, winnie

BIRTHDAY : 9 february, 2003

BIRTH PLACE : chuncheon, south korea

HOMETOWN : camden, australia

ZODIAC SIGN : aquarius

NATIONALITY : korean-australian

FAMILY : mother and father, two big sisters ( 1998 – 2001 )

LANGUAGES : english (native), korean (95%), japanese (60%), chinese (50%)

﹙ 🧜🏻‍♀️ ﹚ ✶ ׅ — BODY !

HEIGHT : 161.7 cm (5’3”)

BLOOD TYPE : B-

BODY MODIFICATION : earlobe piercings on both ears + one piercing ( helix ) on the left ear

FACE CLAIM : song hayoung ( fromis_9 )

﹙ 🧜🏻‍♀️ ﹚ ✶ ׅ — PERSONALITY !

STRENGTHS : meticulous, ordinate, persevering, studious

FLAWS : introvert, workaholic, anxious, impulsive

﹙ 🧜🏻‍♀️ ﹚ ✶ ׅ — MEMBER'S INFO. !

STAGE NAME : QUINN ( hangul: 퀸 )

AGENCIES : BIG HIT ENTERTAINMENT ( 2019 - 2021 ), IN𖤐ENTERTAINMENT ( 2021 - now )

TRAINING PERIOD : 4 years and 3 months

GROUP : N.V.R.L.D ( 2021 - now )

POSITION(S) : main vocalist, lead dancer, rapper

INDIVIDUAL FANDOM : enchantix

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI : 🧜🏻‍♀️

﹙ 🧜🏻‍♀️ ﹚ ✶ ׅ — MISC. TRIVIA !

since she was little, quinn has always been very shy and reserved, she has difficulty trusting people and does not let herself be approached easily.

quinn loves school and learning many new things. when she was in high school, she had to take almost 7 extra options to be able to touch everything she was interested in. such as dancing, music, piano, cooking, writing, journalism, ect..

unfortunately for her, quinn is allergic to cats, so she avoids approaching them as much as possible, even though she loves these little babies (except inka's cats..)

being the youngest of her siblings does not mean that she is the least responsible and mature — indeed, quinn is a very mature person for her young age. she's the most organized and orderly member of the group.

in spite of her shyness, quinn does her best to talk as much as possible with her fans on twitter or in instagram stories.

during a fan meeting, a fan filmed her moment with quinn and she explained that quinn blushed easily, and that she was extremely adorable. she also explained that quinn had a very soft voice compared to the power of her vocals.

#i. philia — quinn. #fictional idol #fictional idol oc #fictional idol community #fictional idol group #fake idol group #fake kpop idol #fake kpop addition #fake kpop girl group #fake kpop oc #fake oc #fake idol community #fake idol oc #fake kpop gg #fake kpop group #kpop oc #kpop female oc #kpop girl group oc #kpop gg #kpop gg oc #kpop original character

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WINNIE HOWARD

hometown: san francisco

currently resides in: new york

occupation: radio city rockette

age: young adult

winnie was born in san francisco to her parents in a healthy environment. she started ballet at 13 and fell in love with it and has stuck with it ever since. she is now working towards a career as a ballerina.

#sim:winnie

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Happy National Winnie-the-Pooh Day!

Happy birthday to A.A. Milne, the creator of America’s favorite tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff, Winnie-the-Pooh!

Take a peek at this willy nilly silly old bear’s iconic appearance in American history through the decades. Enjoy photographs of a cherished national treasure of the plush variety!

An eighth Army Air Forces bomber command station, England, World War II. Ground crew stands under the nose of “Winnie the Pooh,” a Boeing B-17 Flying fortress. Ca. 1940-1941. NAID 204877105.

Tammy Bryant holds Winnie the Pooh as she gives Mrs. Nixon an Easter Seals button and an honorary key to her hometown, Key West, Florida. March 5, 1974. NAID 66394374.

Winnie the Pooh poses with NBC’s Today Show weathercaster Willard Scott and other iconic costumed cartoon and comic book characters at the Easter Egg Roll on the White House South Lawn. April 4, 1983. NAID 75852731.

Photograph of Winnie the Pooh at a celebratory event at Cleveland National Forest. March 12, 1984. NAID 26467191.

#winnie the pooh

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D.U.D.E Bios: Olwen McDermott

The Hunter Princess of C.R.C Olwen McDermott (2020)

Kirby's cousin, Hywel's niece, and Yorath's daughter, Olwen. An Irish-Catholic woman living in Wales and a strong, outgoing and street-smart mother. She tries her hardest to not make jokes about her sister's married surname.

"I'm just glad your husband isn't named 'Phil'."

Name

Full Legal Name: Olwen Eithne Emer Áine McDermott (Née Rhydderch)

First Name: Olwen

Meaning: Means 'White footprint' from Welsh 'Ol' 'Footprint, Track', and 'Gwen' 'White, Blessed'.

Pronunciation: OL-wehn

Origin: Welsh, Welsh Mythology, Arthurian Romance

Middle Name(s): Eithne, Emer, Áine

Meaning(s): Eithne: Possibly from Old Irish 'Etne' meaning 'Kernel, Grin'. Emer: Meaning Unknown. Áine: Means 'Radiance, Brilliance' in Irish.

Pronunciation(s): EH-nye. EE-mer. A-nye

Origin(s): Irish, Irish Mythology, Old Irish. Irish Mythology. Irish, Irish Mythology, Old Irish

Surname: McDermott (Née Rhydderch)

Meaning: Anglicized form of Irish 'Mac Diarmada' meaning 'Son of Diarmaid' (Rhydderch: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted'.)

Pronunciation: mick-DEAR-mutt (HRUDH-ehrkh)

Origin: Irish (Welsh)

Alias: The Hunter Princess, Olwen McDermott

Reason: This is Olwen's ring name

Nicknames: Winnie

Titles: Mrs, Ma'am

Characteristics

Age: 35

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Irish-Welsh Mix. Dual-Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: June 18th 1985

Symbols: Bows, Arrows, Swords, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Welsh

Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Gemini

Theme Song: 'Town Called Malice' - The Jam (2003-)

Voice Actor: Dominique McElligott

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 5'5" / 165 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Blonde

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 5

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both), Tragus (Both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: None

Friends: Maeve Pritchard, Deirdre Llewellyn, Bridget Griffiths, Rosaleen O'Sullivan, Aisling O'Hannigan, Caoimhe O'Hannegan, Eithne O'Hannagan, Kathleen Mulrennan, Haf McFarlane, Tydfil McFarland, Gwen McCracken, Branwen McCormick, Llinos McConnell, Wanda Ott, Hortensia Marino, Genesis Winter

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Caden McDermott

Mentor: Yorath Rhydderch

Significant Other: Caden McDermott (36, Husband)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Yorath Rhydderch (71, Father), Deryn Rhydderch (72, Mother, Née Heffernan)

Parents-In-Law: Muir McDermott (66, Father-In-Law), Eirian McDermott (67, Mother-In-Law, Née Shaughnessy)

Siblings: Vaughan Rhydderch (41, Brother), Neifion Rhydderch (38, Brother), Gwen McCracken (32, Sister, Née Rhydderch)

Siblings-In-Law: Siblings-In-Law: Maeve Rhydderch (42, Vaughan's Wife, Née Pelletier), Beatrix Rhydderch (39, Neifion's Wife, Née Patenaude), Caderyn McCracken (33, Gwen's Husband), Orah Van Assen (42, Caden's Sister, Née McDermott), Cayetano Van Assen (43, Orah's Husband), Atilio McDermott (39, Caden's Brother), Orit McDermott (40, Atilio's Wife, Née Van Andel), Marganita Sneijers (33, Caden's Sister, Née McDermott), Henrich Sneijers (34, Marganita's Husband), Svetovid McDermott (30, Caden's Brother), Nava McDermott (31, Svetovid's Wife, Née Snijders), Maya Van Aalst (27, Caden's Sister, Née McDermott), Klemen Van Aalst (28, Maya's Husband), Brin McDermott (24, Caden's Brother), Nissa McDermott (25, Brin's Wife, Née Van Aarle), Menhua Van Aller (21, Caden's Sister, Née McDermott), Svit Van Aller (22, Menhua's Husband), Lovrenc McDermott (18, Caden's Brother), Mirit McDermott (15, Caden's Sister), Tilen McDermott (12, Caden's Brother), Nurit McDermott (9, Caden's Sister), Ambrosio McDermott (6, Caden's Brother), Ophira McDermott (3, Caden's Sister)

Nieces & Nephews: Nieces & Nephews: Abigail MacChruim (21, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Mungo MacChruim (22, Abigail's Husband), Zechariah Rhydderch (18, Nephew), York Rhydderch (15, Nephew), Xaviera Rhydderch (12, Niece), Wendy Rhydderch (9, Niece), Varg Rhydderch (6, Nephew), Ulf Rhydderch (3, Nephew), Tallulah Rhydderch (18, Niece), Saffron Rhydderch (15, Niece), Rafferty Rhydderch (12, Nephew), Quasimodo Rhydderch (9, Nephew), Pallas Rhydderch (6, Niece), Olivia Rhydderch (3, Niece), Ian McCracken (12, Nephew), Halcyon McCracken (9, Niece), Genesis McCracken (6, Niece), Farley McCracken (3, Nephew), Gabino Van Assen (22, Nephew), Talia Van Assen (23, Gabino's Wife, Née Van Breda), Smadar Van Assen (19, Niece), Ildefonso Van Assen (16, Nephew), Talya Van Assen (13, Niece), Marcial Van Assen (10, Nephew), Tovah Van Assen (4, Niece), Patricio Van Assen (1, Nephew), Shamira McDermott (19, Niece), Eustaquio McDermott (16, Nephew), Shiri McDermott (13, Niece), Fidel McDermott (10, Nephew), Shulamith McDermott (7, Niece), Fulgencio McDermott (4, Nephew), Sivan McDermott (1, Niece), Hieronym Sneijers (13, Nephew), Meital Sneijers (10, Niece), Grega Sneijers (7, Nephew), Michal Sneijers (4, Niece), Miran Sneijers (1, Nephew), Nessa McDermott (10, Niece), Baldomero McDermott (7, Nephew), Orly McDermott (4, Niece), Che McDermott (1, Nephew), Reut Van Aalst (7, Niece), Custodio Van Aalst (4, Nephew), Romi Van Aalst (1, Niece), Emigdio McDermott (4, Nephew), Sapir McDermott (1, Niece), Enrique Van Aller (1, Nephew)

Children: Nash McDermott (15, Son), Mack McDermott (12, Son), Lark McDermott (9, Daughter), Kaylyn McDermott (6, Daughter), Jameson McDermott (3, Son)

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Yorath Rhydderch

Managers: Caden McDermott

Wrestlers Managed: Caden McDermott

Debut: 2003

Debut Match: Olwen Rhydderch VS Deryn Rhydderch. Olwen won via submission

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Technician

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (2003-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Knife-Edged Chop, Back Suplex, Delayed Vertical Suplex, Atomic Drop, Inverted Atomic Drop, Bridging Belly To Belly Suplex, Dropkick, Top Rope Dropkick, Indian Deathlock, Sleeper Hold, Snapmare, Swinging Knee Lift

Finishers: Diving Knee Drop, Figure-Four Leglock, Fisherman's Suplex

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Olwen McDermott (Née Rhydderch) of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. When Yorath dies Olwen will have a 1/32th ownership of the promotion. Olwen is a 'Hunter Style' (Technician) trainer. She's Half-Welsh and Half-Irish

Trivia:

Olwen's married surname, McDermott, is also the surname of a noble family from the kingdom of Connaught in Ireland.

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