#Winnie Weasel

[marinerainbow]

Wait... so I've crack shipped Poppy with Winnie Weasel before, she's blonde. Psycho, my favorite guy to ship Poppy with, has a yellowish underbelly; one could argue that can count for blondness (not to mention the fact that I've seen plenty of humanized Psycho's with blonde hair). And lately, I've been shipping Poppy with @slashingdisneypasta OC Rena, who also has blonde locks.

...

I think I accidentally made Poppy into blondes.

[miserysteaparty]

Brand new reference sheet for my OC, Winnie Weasel!

[tymime]

Wybert Woozle is dressing as a vampire for Halloween this year

[thecapricunt1616]

Chapter One The Bear & His Honey

Summary: Carmy + Winnie meet, He obviously tries to weasel his way into her heart by cooking for her.

A/N: Eeeep! I am sooo excited to be writing again, i've written fic's since like 2010 & stopped for quite a while, But Carmen has awoken the beast in me once more LOL !!! It's not without much thanks and love to @daysofyellowroses - Her encouragement & excitement for my ideas has inspired me in the most beautiful way. Give her a follow please! Her fic's genuinely are sososooooooo good that they made me want to start writing myself again, The theme and overall organization of her works is immaculate, I admire her works so much! I highly encourage any Carmy lover to take a look!! She is also such a doll!! And so so sooo sweet!!!

Anyhow, I love longer fics - this chapter is nearing 6k words & it initially started as a one shot, so reader be warned I am very wordy!

Warnings; Cursing, ehh I think thats it? Oh! Smoking Cigarettes & The green stuff, but thats all! *We will be getting VERY spicy, angsty, and sickeningly fluffy in this story - if that isn't your cup, ask me anything if you like my style! I am only writing for Carm at this second, but I will be writing ACOTAR & likely other things as I wet my pallate - it's been years for me, but if you have an idea that you want to throw my way, or just wanna talk (even if you just need someone!) I'm here for you peeps! Without further ado- let the show begin.

(Comments + Reblogs + Kind critiques are not only appreciated, but heavily encouraged!)

𝒞𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉!

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One

I took a deep breath, the dry, late winter air sticking my nostrils together momentarily- fuck. I hate this god-damned weather. I shuffle across the street, my boots mushing through the late-winter Chicago slush. I slosh into the alley, my boots squelching with every step. I trudge across the street, nearly gagging at every soggy step, feeling my socks ever so slowly become wet. 

I sludge my way finally to the (god-blessed, shoveled) alley across the way, that connected The Next Page to the street in front of it, and hear a muttered “fuck” & my eyes lift from the locked spot on my salty, wet boots. They meet the side-profile of an undeniably handsome curly dirty blonde male, my eyes rolling, as he pats his pockets down. I assume he forgot his light. 

As I approached him, I piped up. “Missin’ somethin’?” I flick my pink lighter to life with my thumb, My eyes meeting his large blue ones. He leans forward, gently lighting his cigarette between my thumb and the flame. “Thanks” he muttered, sucking on the cigarette between his lips, his eyes locked on me. 

“Y’ smoke?” he questioned. I shook my head gently, “Not cigarettes, but I’m bout’ to eat, s’why not?” I slipped the small tin from my pocket, pulling a shorty from the box. I put it between my lips, leaning in close, touching the joint tip to the burning end of his cigarette gently, and took a slow drag once it was fully lit.

“Work here?” I motion at the building next to us with my chin, smoke spilling from my lips as I speak. His white t-shirt made me guess he could be a line cook or a bus boy at the restaurant that had been crowding the block the past few months. He nodded, a large puff of smoke leaving his lips, the edges of his lips upturning a bit into a smile. 

“Mhmm, own it.” he said casually, taking another drag, my eyebrows raising. “Hmm,” I hummed, smoke puffing from my nose obviously in the winter air. “Wow, from the shirt- thought you’re a busboy, quite the humble owner mm’?” I teased, a smile dancing on my lips as I pulled another puff of my joint. “Yea- guess so” he teased, shrugging lightly. 

“My boss comes by once in a blue moon, so either you’re a grade-A asshole, or have crippling OCD and you think your business is gonna fail.” I teased, blowing smoke past his left as I leaned against the brick wall. He chuckled, “Alright, well- Sugar says I’m OCD whatever the fuck that means, so you got me” he shrugged. I laughed. “I can so see it, what’s your name?” I asked. 

His eyes flutter to my lips, before meeting my eyes again. “Carmen.” He replied, putting his cigarette back to his lips and taking a deep drag. “Winnie..” I replied nibbling the inside of my lip gently. Carmen. Carmen. Carmen. The word echoed in my mind like an invocation. “Winnie” he repeated, smoke spilling from his lips in tendrils.

“Full name?” He questioned. A heat rose to my cheeks and I rolled my eyes, gaze flicking to my sneakers as I took another drag of my joint. “Winnow. Shut up, if you laugh, I’ll cut off your dick. My parents were never married, not sure what they were thinking.” I mutter, the tips of my ears heating in embarrassment. “Mmm” he hummed.

I look back up at him, “No slick comments?” I asked, genuinely surprised. He shrugged. “Winnow is pretty, people make fun of that?” He questioned, dropping the mostly burnt cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his chef's clog. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. “A dude named Carmen, not used t’ people pokin’ at your name?” my glance meets his.

His arms were now crossed over his chest, his delicious biceps becoming more prominent. “Go by Carm, mostly” he shrugged. Carm. “Hmm.” I hummed. “Carm. Suits you.” I said, my eyes grazing over the tattoos adorning his arms. “Yeah?” his tongue grazed his lips, a smirk pulling at the corners. 

“Mhhmm” I reach out, my finger brushing over the ‘773’ on his arm. “From ‘round here huh?” I questioned, my eyes meeting his blue ones once more. “Ye’, east side” he said, to which I nodded. “Sorry, don’t know too much, from New York.” I said, my arms crossing over my own chest. 

“Yeah? Where about? Did culinary school out there.” he replied. “Rochester” I nod, my accent coming out slightly. “Ah, alright. Like yourself a garbage plate?” he teased. I laughed, a real laugh, something few and far between these days. “Wow, so you really went to school out there eh’? I do actually, know how that came to?” I asked my fingers finding a loose string on my jacket to fiddle with.

“Not at all, thought it was a myth- you really eat that shit out there?” he joked. I giggled. “Don’t make me hit you, Yes! We do, so story goes, frat guys stumble all drunk in to Nick Tahoes, and they tell the line cook to give ‘em the plate with ‘all the garbage’ on it. And so, since it was closing time, they took all the carby leftovers they were gonna throw out, and threw em on a plate- the guys loved it” he grimaced playfully “eugh! Guys never heard of a burger?” 

 I laughed again “there is a burger, Carm! mmm,” I hum my eyes closing and head falling back at the memory of such a comfort meal. “oh my god, mac salad, cold! Has to be cold, Carm, then you do baked beans,” I paused at his brows furrowing “Don’t look at me like that, asshole” I shove his shoulder playfully, earning a chuckle. 

“No- nope keep on explaining your… catastrophe” he teased, I gasped, feigning a shot to the heart. “Wow, Carmy, you know how to flatter a girl huh? Insulting the indigenous dish of her homeland?!” I joked, causing him to really laugh. A beautiful sound I wanted to hear more often. “Ok, ok, so then you add the homefries, then - the house chilli, ohhh my god!” I groaned my head falling back “Soo, so good, then, you add on a burger patty, or a hotdog, or both if you feel frisky” he laughed again, his eyes crinkling adorably.

“How often do you feel frisky mm? Or are you a more tame girl?” he teased. I smacked the side of his jaw gently with a large bashful smile adorning my lips, “Carmen! You do not ask a lady how often she gets frisky!” I giggled, poking his muscular chest gently. “Ok, ok, keep going- or is that the end of the abomination?” he questioned and I dug my knuckle into his chest playfully.

“Nope!! Then you add chopped onions, ketchup, and mustard!!” I grinned and he grimaced jokingly. “Holy Jesus, your breath could knock out an army after that I’d bet” he teased earning another true laugh from me. “I swear, you own his place? If you thought you were busy before- add a garbage plate to the menu, and you’ll be rich, Carmen” I adjusted the Saint Anthony chain around his neck gently, so the pendant was facing front. 

His cheeks got a bit flushed. “Well, i’m makin’ a new dessert menu, if you wanted to come in and check it out, How bout’ I make you a garbage plate, well, the Carmen-Garbage plate, we don’t do chilli here, but I think you’ll like what I pull together” he offered. 

I took another drag of my joint, contemplating. “Alright. Shops been slow today so, Mel won’t notice if I sneak an extra few minutes in” i put out the nub on the wall, before dropping it and crushing it under the toe of my boot. 

“C’mon” he nods, pulling open the large metal door that leads into the kitchen.

Read Chapter 2 Here!

[ratsoh-writes]

Ages updated!!!!

I’m gonna do my best to include all important characters, including some “side characters” that appear often enough! So let’s begin!

Undertale: Sans: 65, papyrus: 49, Undyne: 47, alphys: 54,Toriel: 934, Asgore: 933, Grillby: 522, Mettaton: 22

Underswap: Star: 60, honey: 44, Twister: 44, Winter: 1013, Napstablook: 23

Underfell: Red: 66, edge: 43, storm: 44, King: 998, felltron: 21

Swapfell Mal: 60, cash: 51

Horrortale Oak: 75, willow: 59, Miss: 944

Horrorswap Lilac: 70, Basil: 54

Horrorfell Rust: 76, Noir: 53

Underlust Charm: 66, sugar: 52, Amor: 367, winnie: 10

Lustswap Sparks: 59, Salt: 50

Lustfell Lush: 63, Pepper: 51, Jezebel: 212, Marcelo goldenfoot: 455

Lustswapfell Sir: 68, weasel: 52, snow: 61

Lustred Flambe: 55, Pesto: 54

Lustgold Butler: 68, gold: 49

Outertale Pluto: 67, Jupiter: 49, titan: 598

Outerfell Orion: 60, atlas: 52

Outerswap Helios: 44, Artemis 36

Fellswap Lord: 60, mutt: 53

Fellswap gold Wine: 64, coffee: 50, Empress: 1033

Farmtale Peaches: 51, rancher: 46, Rosemary: 550, Yosemite: 501

Farmswap Cider: 50, Barley: 42, Carmen: 85, whisky: 520

Farmfell Ram: 49, pitch: 40, russet: 478, pooch: 489

Horrorfarm Moose: 64, maple: 53

Mafias Butch: 60, snipe: 58, ace: 53, boss: 50, slim: 48, bruiser: 45, tempest: 64, Don: 645, Madame: 647, Mr corgi (aka Charles): 67

Birdtale Quill: 59, crow: 51

Birdswap Mango: 62, papaya: 36, canary: 278

Birdfell Roost: 53, harpy: 42, Lewis: 90

Draketale Alden: 68, Ollivander: 60

Drakefell Barin: 71, Arwin: 59

Drakeswap Hilda: 66, saga: 63

Seatale Fisher: 60, Jasper 25

Seaswap Finn: 59, sails: 27

Seafell Hook: 58, captain: 30

Gastertale G: 80, green: 79

Dancetale Pop: 52, rhythm: 45, salsa: 678

Theatretale Tempo: 50, vibrato: 29

Fallouttale Lens: 69, cricket, 49, piranha: 65

Templetale Zen: 67, shield: 35

Nomadtale Gears: 49, compass: 42, copper: 645, lilo: 21, weave: 126, wisteria: 157, linden: 158

Here’s a quick rundown of a monsters lifespan:

A common monster has a life expectancy of 700 years give or take. The oldest monster in record (that wasn’t a royal) was a Drake monster who lived 732 years.

They are considered infants/babies up until the age of two. Toddlerhood is from 2-6

Children are from the ages of 7-13. Most monsters start public school at ages 7-8

Teenagers are from 14-19. Monsters mature at a slower rate than humans, and so while the body may look grown in the later teen years, they have yet to develop sexual maturity until around 20.

Once 20 they are considered adults, but some subspecies can continue growing up till 30

After puberty in the early 19-22 range, a monster is considered a young adult from 25-190. You can compare those ages to a human in their early to mid 20s physically

Middle Ages range from 200s- 400s roughly

500s are considered older and retirement age, 600s are elderly. Anything past 680 is fragile

The lifespan goes down with halfbreed monsters ( “full” monster parent and “full” human parent) where they live around 600-650 years

The lifespan takes a bigger drop for mages who have an expectancy of 250 years. Witches (humans who have trained to use magic) are known to live up to their 130s if they aren’t soulbonded to a monster partner.

Monsters and half breeds born with the disease called dimming rarely live past their 400s

An exception to the monster lifespan are the “royals”. They take a ritual after being voted into office that binds them to their country, making it so that any decisions they make for the country has to be for its and the peoples benefit (as far as they believe), making them a servant to ebott for the rest of their lives, but extending their life and health in return. The ritual can be broken for the royals who wish to retire and die in peace. The oldest recorded ruler was rumored to be around three thousand

And now the crash!!

For those who don’t know what that is, it’s when all the AUs merged (and my excuse for why all these guys are in the same place lol).

The crash started 17 years ago, and ended within 9 months. Since then no other mystery groups of monsters have been discovered.

Here’s a brief timeline of ebott from crash until now

First day: the land mass that holds ebott appears

Day 2: undertale, underswap, gastertale,, dancetale, theatretale, templetale, all the “farm” AUs, “lust” AUs and the “outer” AUs

Month one: the bird AUs fall from the sky, the nomads stumble out of the forest and the sea AUs mysteriously arrive on ship to shore

Month two, after two months, most of the fell aus (underfell, swapfell, fellswap gold) appear

Month three, the factory (mafias) monsters appear along with the “ghost city” now inhabited and known as ebott city, the capitol. A few weeks later, the fallout monsters appear and ebotts first official hospitals are created

Month four, the royals are finally brought together after threats of inner fighting, and Asgore is voted in as the king

Things settle for four more months, and the new land is explored, vary basic laws are out into place, and things start getting divided into districts.

Month five: Ebott makes contact with several other countries and is introduced to the worlds currency system. Ebotts gold, silver, copper coins is recognized as a currency by the rest of the world

Month seven, the first and only orphanage is founded for any unclaimed children.

On month nine of the crash, the monsters finally access the underground, and to their horror, they find three separate chambers housing the starving horror AUs who had no idea everything that was going on above.

Month ten, land is sold and divided, and ebott begins creating large scale farms

May 20, 2007, ebott celebrates their first official year as a country. The capitol city is named new ebott (cause Asgore sucks at naming things and frankly the rest of the royals aren’t much better)

May 30th, the royal guard is finally re-organized

December 2007, ebotts first countrywide gyftmas celebration, also an official design for the flag and coins are voted on and implemented

February 2008, the first official jail is built and used in ebott lol

July 2008, ebott is finally let into the rest of the worlds internet, and electricity reaches more areas besides just ebott city

August 2008, ebotts children and teens discover tik tok, and it is unanimously decided by every one that a standard public school has to be created

Late august 2008, the first public school is finished in city center

September 2008, the number of school sites number around 300, and counting

January 2009, ebott state college is built and open

April 2009, the ebott scouts is formed, and children hoping to join the guard in the future are able to sign up.

March 2010, ebott is opened by presiding countries for international students and charity programs

November 2010, the following of lady magic opens the temple to the public, and takes over the maintenance of what used to be known as the horrors underground. A grotto is transformed into a place of remembrance for those left behind before the crash

May 2011, the core from the stable underground is moved to the surface and duplicated into several other power factories. All of inhabited ebott is at least within an hour of power

May 2012, the stable underground is open to the public as a tourist attraction. Ebotts is opened by presiding countries to tourism

February 2013, because of public pressure from mainly farm, bird, lusts and the temple monsters, human-monster marriages are now recognized under the state as valid

July 2013 A farm monster discovers how to successfully cultivate magic crops from the underground, aboveground. He shares the secret for free, and other farm monsters take initiative to start sharing their own crop secrets. He is awarded the title of prince.

January 2014 Due to complaints about side effects from human foods, money is poured into research about safer ways to process and preserve foods in ebott.

April 2014, mellowmart becomes the largest company in ebott, finally beating out Walmart in scale.

December 2016, ebott petitions to be recognized as a free independent country to the United Nations. Ebott is turned down

December 2017, ebott petitions again to be recognized as an independent nation

February 2017 Immigration into ebott is closed, and monsters begin boycotting imported human goods. The ebott navy is built.

July 2017, ebott is declared an independent nation

March 2018, the royals declare ebott self sufficient in feeding the country when the amount of food related exports finally exceeds the imports for the first time

July 2018, ebott celebrates its first freedom festival

October 2018, the first college dedicated to the arts is opened in the captitol

July 2019, magical spars are declared the national sport after a grueling battle between spar fans and pickleball fans

November 2019, the first echo festival is celebrated in Goldenvalley

February 2020, humans not born in ebott are finally allowed to apply for citizenship, and the process for that is created.

April 2020 the goldenflower festival is organized for the first time

September 2020, several big brands like coco cola, Hersheys and nestle are banned in ebott when complaints of health issues becomes too much

March 2021, Wendy’s becomes the first company to create a monster-safe fast food outside of ebott, and after months of testing, is given permission to sell. Many other food companies follow and begin making separate recipes for their monster customers

May 2022, snails are declared the national animal of ebott, and popular snail breeds are recognized and the society of the domesticated snail is created for shows and licenses

November 2022, a different country tries to declare war on ebott on the grounds of them “stealing” their young working force (immigrant workers). Ebott threatens to close borders to tourists, those coming for medical care, and all outside companies selling in their lands. The untied nations slaps down the country declaring war.

February 2023, a new branch of the royal guard, called the NPTRF (national people’s trafficking relief foundation) or more commonly called the reverse kidnappers by ebotts supportive teens, is founded to combat the rapidly rising issue of monsters and humans being trafficked and dragged outside the country

[pianokantzart]

Super Mario Brothers Super Show (Season 1, Ep. 2)

I may have been too harsh on the live-action segments, because now we have Luigi losing a chess match with a random sewer maintenance worker while Mario judgmentally eats a pizza and an entire loaf of bread in the corner

Also, they’ve gone a little easier on the laugh track, thank heavens

“Oh sure, just keep eating! Wouldn’t want anything to bother that beautiful girlish figure of yours!” DANG! LIVE ACTION LUIGI’S A SAVAGE. It’s even funnier that Mario doesn’t even care. He just blinks for a moment wondering if the insult is worth his time, then just keeps eating. 

Random child on the doorstep: I’m an orphan :( Luigi, ushering said child into his home: NOT ANYMORE YOU AREN’T

Mario and Luigi being scammed by a sad-eyed little girl because they’re too softhearted to question the obvious scam is so in character askdflkja.

Anyways, Season 1, Episode 2: “King Mario of Cramalot” Gee. I wonder what the theme of this episode is going to be.

Cartoon segment begins with them in Camelot Cramalot looking for Merlin Mervin the magician.

Mario heard the sound of bees and immediately wants to pull a “Winnie The Pooh.” Why is he so hungry!?

We’ve got something called a Beezos that I had to google. Apparently they’re a type of flying shyguy? They’re flipping adorable. I want a plush version.

Mario has to pull a golden plunger from a sacred sink in town square are you kidding me. 

Okay, I’ll admit this joke got a good snort out of me:

Mario and company celebrating his coronation with the rest of Cramalot... i.e as many extras as the animators had time to draw.

King Koopa gets the plunger with the use of the good old fashioned “hand over the magic object or I’ll kill your friends” trope. A classic.

Koopa seems to have all his bases covered for once when it comes to killing his enemies: chain them up in a sealed-off oubliette that slowly floods while a spiked ceiling lowers... not a bad design choice for an 80′s cartoon villain. Too bad he forgot the deus ex machina wizard.

THE LADY OF THE LAKE IS GIVING MARIO AN ENCHANTED DRAIN SNAKE CALLED EXCALIBUR. WHAT IS HAPPENING.

Mario has essentially been given superpowers by this drain snake and yet he wants Luigi to swim across the piranha fish filled moat and let down the draw bridge. Why. 

Luigi tries to weasel out of it by pretending he’s about to have a baby asdkfjlkj LU. WHY. 

The climax of this episode is way better than the first one. We actually have a proper one-on-one duel that is surprisingly decent for the show’s budget. They’re clashing weapons, moving across different terrain, yelling insults back and forth... it’s fun!

Actual image of me slipping out of a social event:

All of you who haven’t seen the episode, I would LOVE to know your guess about what is happening here:

[slocumjoe]

what companions would be furries (+ what kind of animal they'd be)

Cait; Incredible trauma. Substance abuse. Questionable employment. This woman already is a furry in canon, Todd just didn't think it relevant to bring up. Not quite hardcore, but not a casual either. She has art and goes to conventions, but she's not getting a suit. There are a lot of good choices for a fursona, but I'm leaning towards a wolverine. They're small and they're fucking terrifying. Those bitches kill bears. They weigh about 30 lbs, give or take. Y'know what else is 30 lbs, give or take? A COCKER SPANIEL. Huge Cait energy.

Codsworth; Would not be a furry, but would find it endearing. Y'know, the same reaction an adult has as a child talks about their wolf roleplay during recess? "I am very confused but at least you have friends and fun, tell me more!" Robot Codsworth's fursona is an octopus, and a synth/human Codsy is a bird. Like...maybe an owl, or something similarly rounded/soft in shape. Think Owl from Winnie the Pooh.

Curie; She's a furry, not a Furry. She's not going to any conventions, and probably isn't drawing her fursona or commissioning art. Its likely she uses it to, like, educate children, like as a mascot for her clinic or something. Same situation as Codsy, two fursonas for her two different bodies. The synth body, that there is a mouse. Cute and very important to scientific discoveries, despite being often disregarded and more often, abused in the field. The Ms. Nanny bot fursona is a blue-ringed octopus, specifically.

Danse; Not a furry. Would find it very strange if it was explained to him, and would assume it was something kids do. Would be visibly disturbed if explained that, no, this is actually more of a teen-to-adult space. If he looks it up later and finds Certain Things, you will be receiving the bill for his next anti-depressants. However, entirely possible he is a closeted furry and has yet to realize this about himself. I'm leaning toward a bull? Bull-headed, obviously, but also, down to earth, reliable, et cetera...it fits his character.

Deacon; KING OF THE FURRIES. Has multiple fursuits, all homemade. Commissions every artist he can find, every Twitter furry artist has him on their waitlist. Does not half-ass his furriness. This man is the furry you only hear about, the one with all the art and custom costumes and all the money to throw at his hobby. His fursonas are plentiful and ever changing, but his favorite one? A chameleon, with holographic, reflective, ever-changing scales.

Gage; would not be a furry. Well aware of what it is due to exposure to Mason. Wouldn't have been into it even if his introduction wasn't him and his crew. He gets the idea, it's just that the idea is weird as fuck. He's a grown man and he has people to scam and/or murder. Obviously, Gage would be an iguana. They have a ridge and a naturally gruff, bored expression. And the skin texture is about the same, too.

Hancock; another casual furry. Its likely he was introduced to it and brought in by someone else, and just kinda stuck around. There are two options as to what he'd be. 1; a sphinx cat. He's lanky, the skin matches, he has some kitty-like traits. The big eyes are a huge part here. 2; sloth. He's a very chill dude, he's always high (sloths getting high is currently contested but the demeanor fits) and despite being very small and not outwardly threatening, is very capable of fucking you up (sloths will use their MASSIVE FUCKING CLAWS for defense).

MacCready; Is a furry. His fursona is a weasel. This is so obvious i don't feel the need to defend or explain this. Look at him. He's a furry. The only interesting thing to say here is that Duncan would also grow up to be a furry. But Mac? He would be a hardcore furry if he had the money. Funds keep him a casual fan. If he did...would be worse than Deacon.

Nick; A first-gen furry. An elder furry. The very old man at the con who sees that you're lost and confused but trying very hard, with your furry 2008 emo paw gloves and your cat ear headband and painted on whiskers, and shows you around. Takes you under his wing (literally, as his fursona is a raven, obvi) and introduces you to various artists, suitmakers, other furries your age he'd think you'd get along with...this community would be in shambles without people like him. He's been here since the beginning and has seen it all, truly.

Piper; dabbled, couldn't get into it. She'd be a passersby, a visitor of a con but not a participator. Interested in the art of furrydom, the actual art and the suits, but as an outside observer. If Piper were an animal...a ferret, a squirrel, a possum, some kind of street-smart rodent. Something clever and tricky, that's always where its not supposed to be. For a wildcard, I could also see her as a bat of some kind.

Preston; not a furry and completely neutral to it. It doesn't interest him, but he doesn't find it weird, either. It's people LARPing as animals, people have been doing that ever since they evolved from animals. He gets it, he really does. Preston would like nothing more than to be a cat that does nothing but sleep and yell for attention. The cat life is peak existence for him. It's just that Preston is very literal, and the furry thing is more exaggerated. He doesn't want cat ears. He wants to not be a human anymore, please for the love of god—

X6-88; furry. A secret, dignified furry. A pretensious one. A gatekeepy one. This furry judges you if you don't have a suit. He has one. He doesn't wear it, it cost more than some houses, it stays in a glass case like a taxidermied trophy hunt. X6-88 is a furry. His fursona? A Doberman, because they were bred to protect asshole tax collectors, which fits with X6 being a courser. Tall, all sharp edges, an arresting glare, and very loyal and hardworking.

[systastic]

May I rq a lvl3 Fontaine trio w/ Wrio as one member?

your request came in juuust as the patch came out nya~ great timing!! :3c -🍥

queued 4 later. playing update rn -🐝

name :: chlorinde, chlor, cory, lynn, quinn, avery, emery, rene, renee, mercy

age :: 25 to 27

pronouns :: she/her, zap/zaps

roles :: swordsperson, gunslinger, hunter-queller, jailer / warden, gatekeeper (forcibly move alters to wriothesley’s layer)

species :: human

gender identity :: cassgender

orientation :: sex-repulsed lesbian

source :: genshin impact

aesthetic :: rangercore, rococo, french girly (on her days off)

appearance description :: typically in formal wear, always carrying a weapon of some sort, analytical eyes that assess everything on first sight. scars lie under her clothes, as do rock-hard muscles from years of experience. serious purple eyes that never leave her target. if you find yourself in her sights, be wary. off the battlefield is fine… but when clamoring for a duel? that look spells certain death.

personality description :: bit stiff on a first meeting, cold and calculated when it comes to fighting, has a unique sense of justice that guides her every move. constantly weighing whether or not the kill is worth the risk. stickler for rules and despises those who try to weasel their way out of their punishment. fair and just, yes, but just as equally cold. loosens up significantly around her closer friends like navia and wriothesley, being comfortable enough to try new things and talk openly about her past. it’a weird how people think she had a hard life… that’s just how things were. learning to hold a sword at three and fighting bears at seven is a part of life.

likes :: hunting, riflery, fencing, learning new styles of fighting, hunting down criminals, batman (in the sense of him being a do-gooder) sparring with wriothesley, her role as champion duelist, honoring the fallen marechaussee hunters, tabletop roleplay games (specifically the role of the dungeon master, live action roleplay, maintaining her physical form, her visits to the fortress of meropide (all the criminals are too fearful of her to start anything)

dislikes :: criminals, villains, breaking the law, corrupt officers, malignant paranormal entities, those who tell her “you should be traumatized!” or that her childhood sounded awful, doing her second job in the daylight hours, false reports and made up rumors, going against her personal code, judgements stares, criticism on her methods or execution of her job (they can go kick rocks)

front triggers :: being in a fight, upholding rules or standards, combat (physical), live action role playing, tabletop games. being a dungeon master for a ttrpg

signoff :: ⚔️,🪻, 🪶, or 🤺

art source here!

name :: sigewinne, wynne, winnie, melo, aurora, aurelia, celeste, clementine

age :: 502

pronouns :: she/her, fae/fayr, bun/buns, mel/melu/melus/melusi/melusineself

roles :: healer, medic, soother, comforter, caretaker, catkid

species :: melusine (changed forms thanks to a magic potion gifted by her mentor)

gender identity :: demigirl, nonbinary, cutecoric, femstalic, bungender, fluffyrabbitgender, fluffycloudgender, kaeifluidcollector

orientation :: asexual and aroflux, focusing more on making friends than finding a lover

source :: genshin impact

aesthetic :: nursecore, kawaii, yume kawaii

appearance description :: soft blue hair, melusine feelers on her head, a curly Melusine tail, pink eyes with hearts in the center. often seen wearing her nurse uniform and toting around her medkit. sigewinne has a water-based body, so she jiggles and is cool to the touch. bun will often let close friends and family hold her hand or touch her head when they feel too hot or have a fever, as bun knows it helps to cool them down. mel dresses in anything mel finds “cute”, and is a bit more extravagant with mels clothing taste when mel is off work.

personality description :: sweet as a bug’s ear and twice as kind, sigewinne always has your best interests in mind. she wants to see everyone healthy and happy. bun views humans as cute creatures that need tender love and care, and bun is more than happy to provide that for them.

likes :: anything that can be classified as “cute”, humans in general (they are “cute” to her), helping others, healing others, making ‘nutritional food’, her medkit, being recognized as a doctor, new friends and old friends, fayr infirmary in the fortress of meropide, visiting fayr uncle neuvillette, seeing fayr sisters when on vacation from work, swimming, diving deep into fontaine’s waters, wriothesley & neuvillette, chlorinde

dislikes :: excessively hot days, infected wounds, children who won’t listen, those unwilling to get treatment, those who push their bodies too far, reminders of her mentor, failing to help her patients, witnessing the death of a patient, being unable to help someone, gunfire… and not much else, honestly. wynne is a melusine, who have a different concept of liking and disliking something, so melu doesn’t really ‘dislike’ things as much as she does ‘disagree’ with whatever it is.

front triggers :: seeing someone hurt, injury or pain (body or others), medical visits/trips, uncooperative children in a doctor’s office

signoff :: 🐰, 💉, ❤️‍🩹, or 🩺

art source here!

name :: wriothesley, wrio, west, darius, alistair, amadeus, dmitri, draven, griffin, hendrix

age :: 32

pronouns :: he/him + the ones Sigewinne gave him that he doesn’t use very much, cry/cryn (cryoself), fan/fang (fangself)

roles :: guard, buffer, jailer, warden, athlete, gatekeeper (force unruly alters to stay in his layer)

species :: human w/ distant beastkin ancestry

gender identity :: demimale. he doesn’t do super specific labels cus he doesn’t rly get it.

orientation :: aspec (unlabeled), focuses on platonic relationships over romantic ones as he values them more.

source :: genshin impact

aesthetic :: scrapper, steampunk, bastardcore

appearance description :: often wearing his signature coat. dresses up to an extent. his button up shirts always get rolled up above his elbows to show off his arms. battle scars (and very faint s/h scars) line his arms and body, but he isn’t ashamed of them. if anything, they make him feel stronger. he looks at them and knows he’s improved. black hair, grey eyes. usually wearing darker clothing with splashes of red. will let sigewinne cute-ify him during off hours. and yes, he will keep wearing whatever bun did to him without removing it until the end of the day. (mostly because he doesn’t care to, but also because he trusts winne with his appearance.)

personality description :: older brother figure. fiercely protective of others but knows when to lay off. has a spunky streak that he can only cool when boxing or sparring someone else (even if he doesn’t show up in the ring much anymore). tea lover who enjoys having time to chill and not worry about work. motivated to finish his work properly instead of slacking off or handing it to someone else. gets irritated easily by cowards, mainly because he knows they won’t stand up for themselves — and if they don’t, then who will?

likes :: a good brawl, fighting, boxing, the wwe and mma, beat em up games, hand to hand combat (all forms), respect, justice for abuse victims and jail for abusers, laying down the law, scaring (rude) people off, caffeinated tea (earl grey is his favorite), brief moments of peace and quiet, his favorite chair sitting in his study, reading novels, sigewinne, the occasional visit from chlorinde

dislikes :: cowards, abusive parental figures, not being informed of things, the death of people close to him, seeing sigewinne hurt/pushing herself too much, coffee, rebellious idiots, abusers, being called a dog, being asked/told to bark (he will not, thank you very much!)

front triggers :: seeing others pick fights, unruly behavior, rulebreakers, slackers, being held up for cash, being called a wolf/dog, presence of law enforcement

signoff :: 🐺, 👊, ❄️, or ⚖️

art source here!

[coupleofdays]

In one chapter of Winnie-The-Pooh, Pooh and Piglet go hunting for a (presumably) frightful beast called a "Woozle" (probably a play on the word "weasel"). In the Swedish translation of the book, the creature is called a "Tessla" (probably a play on the Swedish word for "weasel", "vessla").

[peptozimbo]

Beware of Weasels (TW - dead birds)

I made the mistake of underestimating the intelligence of a weasel. Two days ago, I woke up at 8:00 to feed my birds; when I opened the coop, I saw Rue jumping to the ledge to greet me like usual; when I looked down, I saw that Ebony was completely mutilated in the water dish, and the entire bottom of the coop was covered in blood and feathers. I looked around to find that Roots and Lola were okay, but Trooper was nowhere to be seen; after a moment of searching, I found his body in one of the nest boxes; both of their heads were torn off. And it seemed like the bodies were just left there, barely consumed (weasels are known to eat the heads of birds and leave the kill behind, only to return to feast later; they are tiny but successful predators.)

I immediately moved Rue and Lola to my room, the poop was the least of my worries.

I have a small coop, suitable for four birds. There are small crevices where chipmunks have snuck in, and I usually cover the open spaces with a towel until I find time to cover the openings with chicken wire or something more sustainable. (the chipmunks usually give up eventually) It didn’t cross my mind that my procrastination in creating a proper block off to the coop would cost the lives of two incredibly amiable and beautiful Lahores. I’m holding on to the fact that Roots and Lola-Pyg were miraculously completely uninjured.

-

They were so trusting and were the epitome of gentle giants. I've since buried them in the garden, and I plan to paint something nice for these gorgeous souls. They didn't deserve to be robbed of the ability to escape.

Rue and Lola are just chilling in my room for the time being.

My spare crate is too small for them both to stay in for more than one night, and I can’t separate them, so they will just taunt Potch, Winnie and Chihiro until I evict them. (:

-

If you ever see these little guys patrolling around your coop, whether they be pigeons, chickens, quails, ducks, or other domesticated birds, Make sure your coop is secured and check for any openings that the weasel might have created; I strongly suggest using metal over wood, for weasels are known to chew through wood after rainy weather.

[marinerainbow]

So here, it's implied that Winnie could have been made before Jessics (or got into show business before her) and was possibly famous for some time before Jessica rose in popularity and Winnie was forgotten. That could very easily be what happened.

But what if Winnie was created after Jessica? What if Jessica's popularity in films prompted other animators to try to make the 'new Jessica Rabbit'?

Maybe Winnie's animator tried to do just that. Maybe they even wanted to make their own Jessica Rabbit, though obviously changes had to be made or else a lawsuit would follow. Either that or they took creative liberties to see if they could make a weasel character a beautiful toon? But when Winnie was put on the stage, very few- if any- liked her, so she was put aside for, as she puts it, redheads?

And now Winnie is stuck. Knowing that she couldn't win any hearts, more than likely feeling like a failure even though it was completely out of her control. And, seeing as the directors chose Jessica over her, Winnie lashes out on the toon she wants to blame for something that was, again, out of their control. She feels like she has to not just be a pretty toon in the background. She feels like the only way she can truly be happy is if she is able to not just be better than Jessica, but overthrow and humiliate Jessica as well. Just like how she was.

What do you guys think?

[eyepool]

Mickey, Disney, and the Public Domain: a 95-year Love Triangle

On January 1, 2024, after almost a century of copyright protection, Mickey Mouse, or at least a version of Mickey Mouse, will enter the public domain. The first movies in which the iconic mouse appeared – Steamboat Willie and the silent version of Plane Crazy­ – were made in 1928 and works from that year go into the public domain in the United States on New Year’s Day 2024.

The public domain has had some famous recent arrivals, but this is the most anticipated entry yet. Why? It is not simply that Mickey is a famous copyrighted character. So are Sherlock Holmes and Winnie the Pooh, and while they entered the public domain with some fanfare, it paled in comparison to this event. I’d like to offer a tentative answer. The reason that this event gathers so much attention is that it is the story of a 95-year-old love triangle, a tangled drama that rivals any Disney movie for twists and turns. The protagonists are Mickey, Disney and the Public Domain, and their relationship positively exemplifies the social media weasel-words “it’s complicated.”

… But what does public domain status actually mean for the Steamboat Willie version of Mickey? There is a vast amount of misinformation about these issues online. In what follows, I will try to offer a straightforward explainer. What can and can’t you do with the Mickey Mouse character as of January 1, 2024? How will Disney be affected? Does Disney still hold copyrights over later versions of Mickey? Does trademark law play a role? Keep reading for details.

— Jennifer Jenkins, Director, Duke Center for the Study of the Public Domain

[tymime]

Let it be known that I was WAY ahead of the curve with this game- about seven years ago.

Any fan of creepy Disney needs to play Piglet’s Big Game. Piglet goes into his friends’ dreams, and Owl’s is mostly made up of a huge, dimly-lit, surrealistic library, with dusty cobwebs, flickering lamps, bottomless pits, Dutch angles and creepy electronic drones in the background. Not to mention all the woozles sneaking about… Oh, and there’s a big monstrous tree at the end.

How all this got in a Winnie the Pooh game I’ll never know.

[ratsoh-writes]

Delaray: It's good to see you too, Mr. Darling.

The hawk screeched 2 times, Delaray inmediately ducked s flying flour ball that was aimed at her way.

Delaray: And it's good to see you too Winnie.

Having a seeing hawk was pretty useful in this situation.

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Tanya: There's no time to waste b*tch. Like, now!

She, too, had brought her cheapest clothes for the fight, and was hauling *SS to get to a good spot to throw flour at every direction possible.

Summary time!

For delaray, she realizes quite quick that pepper is a mad man on the battlefield, and sugar is absolutely useless. Pepper seems to do all the offense while sugar mostly screams when he’s hit and then does whimsy little throws back. Thankfully his daughter seems much more athletic lol. Winnie eventually joins the kiddie pack that’s formed to take the adults out. Rumor has it they dogpiled cheesecake, the presiding royal for this festival lol

Pepper is impressed you’re able to hold your own so well in the battle, and becomes a bit flirtatious. It must be the fight endorphins

However at the end of the evening when every one is cleaning up, you get a rather coy invitation to come shower at his place. If you accept is up to you ;)

———-

For Tanya:

Flambe may be a whiny little hoe, but he’s a damn flexible whiny little hoe. You and him wind up in a battle between the both of you that gets rather heated as you both use your dance moves to avoid flour attacks. It’s only until you get jumped by weasel and sir that the battle ends

[saintsir4n]

3. Eyes wide shut

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF PEDOPHILIA

WINNIE slammed her locker shut and turned to the little rugrat that hadn't stopped following her around since she arrived on campus. Since she had just a few minutes before the third period started she thought she could give him the time of day.

"What do you want, young Sheldon?" She dared to ask, clutching her books.

"Can't I talk to a mentor of this great establishment?" Milo Sparks, everyone.

He might've been small due to his preadolescent age but he was deadly, he knew things and knowledge was power and coming from such a slimy bloodline, who would've expected any less?

"I only focus on one poor and hopeless child at a time," Winnie spoke, sighing as she towered over him.

"Does Zoya know you made it up?" He retorted, holding his coat close to his chest and staring up at her dark brown eyes.

Winnie's sharp stare didn't bother him like she hoped. He was a weasel, a cute one but a weasel nonetheless. He actually preferred it when she didn't wear shades, even if she wasn't easy to read if levelled the playing field.

"Does she know that you hacked into her phone?" She replied, quietly yet the fierce tone had his eyes narrowing.

He stepped closer aware of the students who passed through the halls on their first break of the day.

His brows furrowed. "Only on your request."

"Yes and I found a few things from that so thank you," she rushed out, wanting to be rid of his presence. "Is that why you're here?"

"You owe me," Milo declared and she knew it was the truth.

"I sent you a grand when you did the job."

"Money isn't the currency I want," and you know that, "Secrets are my preferred form of payment."

"Name the person," Winnie demanded, growing more impatient, despite having respect for his craft.

He pondered for a moment, glancing around, "Ginny."

Her face hardened, "No."

"Worth a try. Zoya?"

Winnie didn't have any loyalty to the girl, especially since it had been a week since she last heard from her. Their relationship ever since the heiress prevented Zoya's exile had been rather estranged, like any normal relationship Winnie's opinion.

"You could hack her phone if you want the dirt," Winnie thought aloud.

"No, I want her to ask me for help," to require my services so then I can gain another favor. That went without saying.

A brief look of pride flickered through her eyes which had Milo smirking.

"When?" Winnie gave in, tapping her heel against the floor.

"Soon."

"Deal now scram, talking to short people cramps my neck," Winnie didn't leave any room for objection.

Luckily Milo already took a step back, "Always a pleasure."

With him now on his way, Winnie grabbed her phone, apprehensive of any gossipgirl updates. She always received the most whenever she was on school grounds which had her wondering, was the anonymous blogger truly a student or another? Back when she was in 8th grade she started up many fake pages all dedicated to Julian's worst outfits. She was protected due to the best software for parents provided so kids like Milo Sparks couldn't even attempt to hack her servers without an arrest warrant.

A dark smile tickled at her lips because of the memory.

"Pooh bear ready for religious studies and classics?"

She glanced up to see a familiar scruffy uniform, belonging to none other than Max Wolfe.

Winnie knew there was no point trying to correct his god-awful nickname for her. It started back in kindergarten and stuck, despite the threats she made against his name, the tweets and hashtags that hit her fans hating on him with every post. He was unfazed which pissed her off more.

"Of course, learning the most infamous ways to control the masses has always been my favourite," she stated, flashing him a fake smile as they started walking towards their class.

He chuckled, "Your mind is terrifying."

"Just like your body count."

"Is that shade or slut shaming?"

"Both."

He feigned appreciation, "The love you give me is endless."

"Keep telling yourself that," she grumbled, checking the time. "Judging by your attire Ginny received a mediocre fuck."

"Why? Jealous?"

"She's hot but not my type," she rebutted.

He smirked, "And who is? One of the many unanswered questions on this Earth, what gets the gorgeous Winifred Dubois dripping like the Hudson River?"

"Easy. People who look like me," and Winnie wasn't lying.

The pair walked past Audrey and Aki, the former's blue eyes shot daggers at the girl, whilst her boyfriend's face scrunched up in confusion before they turned away.

Max mumbled, "Well that's a lot to unpack."

"You do that. Don't pay attention in class. Fail," she snickered, allowing him to push open the door for her, revealing a few students who had already gotten there early.

"Who said I'll fail?" Max questioned, fully amused as they took their seats at the front of the class.

"Let me guess Wolfe, you'd get on your hands and knees for a grade?" Winnie set her textbook and notebook on her desk whilst he did nothing but take off his empty bag and settle it on the back of his chair.

"No different from your parents getting out their chequebooks is it?" Max's smug smile was so slappable but she conceded just this once and hummed.

"Touché."

Their teacher along with the rest of the class all filed into the room just as the bell rang, irritating the young heiress, who shifted in her seat. Her nails tapped the desk growing louder until their teacher, Mr Caparros started doing what he was paid to do. Max turned to her and smacked her hands, only gaining a sharp glare in retaliation, which made him laugh into his own.

"Everyone take their seats," Mr Caparros calmly said and with reluctance the rest of the students did.

The class went on as normal, with him retailing insightful facts and quotes without using the PowerPoint for help. Max didn't even take out a pen, no his gaze, one that might be described as heated, stayed on the man, trailing up and down his form.

The heiress next to him, occasionally took pictures of her notebook for her Instagram story and one of her 'private' Snapchat stories which contained over 200 people.

Winnie then noticed the lust-filled sparkle in Max's eyes, that wasn't surprising, but what came as a revolting shock was that their teacher was trying to suppress his whenever he looked their— no — Max's way. Turned out she was wrong, she wouldn't be learning about the cult following of millions of people, no, this was a different kind of lesson.

How to stop a predator.

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(@gossipgirl tweeted)

This just in: Manhattan's elite learning the world's oldest lesson. Those who go digging for the truth might not like what they find.

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"I'm at dumbo hall and guess who I've seen tongue fucking some random by the bar?" Ginny spoke excitedly through the phone.

"Gin I don't care," Winnie put her on speakerphone and picked up a nail file after putting down her laptop.

She was situated on the balcony attached to her room, a blanket bunched around her waist as she surveyed the horizon.

"Monet."

Winnie stilled and exhaled a jarring breath. We're not a couple so why do I feel so pissed off?

"And do you have the name of who she was mouth fucking?" She spat, picking up her phone to stalk Monet's socials.

Ginny giggled, "Oh so now you care? Interesting."

"Who was it?" the heiress' fingers practically punched her screen.

"Some random, didn't you hear me?" Ginny paused, growing curious, "I thought you hated Monet? Or is she the one that's tickling your bean?"

"No," Winnie snapped.

"Sure. You can tell me if you were."

Winnie took a moment to reply, and instead of coming clean, she deflected, "Moving on. Your used condom of a man is how do I put it — getting played like a fiddle by a teacher."

Ginny choked on her cocktail, "What?!"

"There's speculation."

"Is this you? Are you the one speculating?"

"Maybe. But am I ever wrong?" Winnie scoped Luna's finsta to see Monet making out with some... random.

How disgusting. Winnie kept telling herself that she wasn't mad. Wasn't jealous. But was that the case?

"Yes."

"When?" Winnie snorted when she didn't hear a response. "You're trying to come up with something aren't you?"

"Maybe, but I doubt a teacher would do something like that." the alcohol was certainly talking. Ginny wasn't exactly surprised by the turn of events, considering she was hit on by a teacher a couple of years back and the man in question was hastily fired and fled the country.

Winnie knew she was choosing to forget, "You know they have, so when this comes out and I'm right you're gonna be thanking me."

Ginny sighed, "Poor Max."

Winnie scoffed, "Poor me, I had to see them eye fucking during class."

"If you're right —"

"—I am —"

"Only expose it when I know he's okay please."

"I'll think about it."

She heard Ginny sigh from the other side, "Fine."

Winnie hung up and angrily pressed on another contact.

Winnie

Kissing commoners all

because of a disagreement.

From: M

It wasn't a disagreement.

It was a violation of my guidance.

Winnie

Fine. Stick to your unremarkable

taste in women. No more fuel

from me.

From: M

I'm not biting the bait.

Winnie

You won't be biting anything

for a while.

She got up off the chair, walked in and then out of her room and out onto the hallway, feening for a snack but as she approached the top of the stairs she glanced over the balcony hearing muffled voices along with the faint sound of barking no. More meetings at this time? It was almost 11 pm.

She saw her mother emerge from her office, her father and another man in tow.

A man she recognised.

"Good to see you again Margaux, Luc," his gravelly voice spoke.

"William," her father patted his shoulder.

William Van Der Bilt? What was he doing here? Winnie wondered. She'd have to do her monthly spying on her parents a week early. 

She heard Margaux softly laugh, "Nice to see you. Tell Nathaniel that his work is inspirational. It's been years since he was first appointed."

Winnie rolled her eyes at her parent's asslicking.

"Young Winifred might follow in his footsteps. The first female mayor of the city," William replied.

Luc disagreed, "She's been too busy learning from us, the inner workings of our legacy."

"That's true I suppose."

"Similar with your boy."

William nodded, "Billy?" He chuckled, "I should hope so. But he only focuses on lacrosse nowadays."

"Kids eh?" They all chuckled at Luc's response. "Have a lovely night."

"We'll speak soon at the next luncheon," William insisted, bidding them both farewell as he was escorted off the estate, leaving Winnie taking a step back.

What the fuck was that about?

___

"You told gossipgirl that my family sells placebos?" Monet whisper-yelled to the Dubois heiress in the main library.

Winnie put back a book, "That could've been anyone. Allegations like that could be taken to court. It's defamation of character."

"Your character is highly problematic so that won't be a problem," Monet's lips taunted Winnie, they were as frustrating as they were enticing.

"You're being mean," Winnie remarked, shrugging at the scoff she received,  "You know I like it when you're like that but as of now, you're public property."

Monet was more than offended, she was hurt by the insinuation, "Watch it. Just because I kissed another girl doesn't mean you can slut shame me like we're on some CW show."

"No, it just means you don't belong to me."

"I never belonged to you."

Winnie silently cursed, recognising the look in her eyes, making her almost feel bad.

So she said, "Then I guess you loved to trip and fall between my legs whenever you felt like it."

"We're not a couple, might I remind you. You said it yourself. You can't pretend to like me enough to keep me on your hook. I'm not at your beck and call, and you can't stand that," Monet snapped, stepping closer and unintentionally inhaling her signature scent.

"I can't stand a lot of things, dating a follower of one of them, so I guess you're right just this once. I'm glad we're not a couple."

Winnie took Monet's astonishment as her sign to strut away, keeping her composure as she surveyed the aisles, then grumbled when she caught Luna and Zoya at the entrance table.

From what it seemed, tips were being exchanged, why else would Luna's botox needle be out?

"Traitor."

Zoya and Luna jumped back when the Dubois teen materialised in front of them.

The freshman gulped at the look in her eyes, "She was giving me tips on —"

"I don't care," Winnie shut it down, then nodded at her classmate, "Luna."

Luna smoldered, "Winifred."

"I guess that Zugly hashtag has got you desperate," Winnie observed, eyes zeroing in on the Zoya.

Luna was disgusted by the insult, "Excuse you, I'm not the second choice."

"Yet," Winnie countered, her stare hardened as she manoeuvred around the table, "Try to have fun with the woke parade."

Zoya and Luna watched her walk out of view.

"Doesn't she intimidate you?" the freshmen squeaked.

"No comment, although you should aspire to be as intimidating as that, without the casual bigotry that gets you cancelled quicker than Rachel Zegler who can't catch a fucking break."

___

"Make it quick, I'm off to trick a blonde," Winnie impatiently rocked on her heels as she stood by Ginny's locker.

The Wellington blonde scoffed, "And I thought I was your fave."

"Nothing personal Gin."

And Ginny knew her smile was farthest from genuine so she said, "I'm here to tell you that dirt you got from Pygmy Sparks is explosive. Zoya's popularity is rising despite the backlash. You should use it soon, or when she becomes a problem."

"She's already a problem, but she's not ours," Winnie stated, leaning against the lockers and looking out of the busy courtyard.

"So? Use it for destructive. The catalyst to another battle."

A grin threatened to break out on Winnie's face, "Do you hate the preteen?"

"Not hate. Just find her inclusivity nauseating," Ginny argued, applying some gloss.

"Careful, anyone hears you saying that and you'll be judged faster than you did when you went to the Maldives during COVID and wore a diamond mask," Winnie replied, stifling a laugh.

Sometimes she found that coming from wealth and privilege wasn't all that it was cracked up to be and that some people AKA her closest confidant lacked brains.

Only some but still, it was hilarious.

"It was a mask," Ginny huffed out, shutting her locker to face her friend.

"Once that really stops the virus spreading right?" Winnie drawled, "Just listen. I'll release that tape of her whenever I want to. Just keep an eye on your lover boy. I know the teachers at this school are weird. But predatory? That's something else entirely and that needs to be shut down."

The blonde folded her arms, "Who knew you cared for Max."

Winnie grimaced, "I care for chaos, only when I cause and simultaneously thrive off of it."

"There's that sociopathic nature, and here I thought you were getting character development."

Winnie rolled her eyes at the girls teasing, "I've been tested and I'm fine."

"Don't lie to yourself," Ginny called out, smirking as her friend strutted away, "know yourself or whatever Drake said."

"Shut up!"

Winnie's struts grew louder as she neared her namesake library. Gossip Girl was quite quiet today and she needed noise, so she messaged the account and made sure they stayed tuned for a tip.

She turned up her nose when she had to push open the door, usually, she would have someone else do that for her, but she was on a time crunch and tennis practice was in 20 minutes.

Her lips quirked up in a sly grin upon seeing a mop of blonde hair.

Aurdrey's bangs were the next thing that came into view and the book she was reading was next.

Winnie's strides stopped when she stood on the opposite side of the table the blonde sat at.

The heiress cleared her throat but was ignored.

So she said, "Oh come on, we all know you're not reading anything, put the book down and speak to me like a big girl."

"Your condescending tone is aggravating and I tend to avoid people like you," The Hope teen snided, annoyed by her presence.

Winnie gasped, slapping her hand against her chest gaining the attention of those around them.

"People like me... you mean black people!" the blonde scowled at her words, "For shame Hope. And I thought we were in progressive times. I just wanted to say hi, but it's clear you only can stomach being around the lighter bunch... take care and do better."

She excited the library, grinning down at the recording on her phone and faintly hearing the commotion behind her. She pressed send and it was only a matter of time before a gossip girl blast would appear.

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(@gossipgirl just tweeted)

Despite Miss Hope mixing her roots in the various palettes our latest source tells me that maybe she isn't as inclusive as we all thought. Turns out having money isn't the only that can win you St. Audrey's approval. You must have...let's say... a certain glow to your skin.

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She slapped a hand over her mouth, laughing at the tweet. Fuck trigonometry, she was gonna have a field day with all the retweets and hashtags.

Her laughter unfortunately beckoned Julian over. The Calloway girl stormed out of her class and was scouring the school for the girl in question.

"Dubois!"

She snapped her head to the side when she heard her name as did a crowd of students in their free period.

"Oh shit, I thought you were Caesar," Winnie mocked, putting her phone into her pocket and mischievously beaming at the other influencer.

"Cut the shit, Dubois," Julian snapped, holding her phone showcasing that Audrey was a trending topic on Twitter. "Are you done? Fucking with my friends?" her questions earned more laughter, "What's so funny?"

"The way you phrased that question, but if you are demanding an answer, You really don't know the half of it," Winnie replied shaking her head.

Their bickering had people pulling out their phones to record.

Julian reeled back, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh nothing, have fun with your travel-sized Paris Hilton," Winnie taunted, backing away.

"Audrey is not a racist!" 

"And neither is the Confederate army!"

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(@gossipgirl tweeted)

Spotted: Julian Calloway being dragged away by Manhattan's richest heiress. It's clear to me that JC hasn't learnt that it ain't over to the cunning lady sings and Winifred looks like she's warming up her vocals.

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Tonight was the Van Der Bilt's charity luncheon; a small get-together, policitans were going to be the majority, which made Winnie question why the hell her family were attending. Sure the Dubois' and the Van Der Bilts were friendly, they had to be, oil was a political debate as it is a socio-economic one.

So that's why Winnie stood in the foyer, dressed in a nice black Versace number, and hair curled to the side like she was a 50s movie star. Her fans were gonna eat it up. Her father was already in their car outside, but she was currently being reprimanded by her mother for having a certain guest around. 

"Yes Mother, don't worry, I won't embarrass you in front of the Van Der Bilts."

"Then get her out of here," Margaux angrily whispered, adjusting her pearls and tugging on her wrap.

Winnie was amazed by her mother's silk press, it effortlessly swayed with every word.

"I need 10 minutes and that's it," she tried, almost flinching back at the rage in Margaux's eyes.

"Fine, then meet us outside. And you get 5 minutes, nothing more or I'll tell Caesar to drag you out."

"How maternal," Winnie grumbled, turning around and walking into the sitting area, where she found Monet playing with Abaddon.

She signalled for a maid to take him away so Monet's attention was solely on her.

Monet's face lit up at her attire as she stood from the chair and made her way in front of the heiress, smirking and looking up and down.

"How tempting," she looks glamorous, she thought, reaching out to tuck a thick strand before her ear.

Winnie shuddered at her touch, making goosebumps kiss her skin.

A warm feeling skimmed against her chest, "Obviously."

Monet playfully rolled her eyes, "How long do we have?"

"We've got 5 minutes. Why are you here Miss De Haan, to get me to change Hope's narrative?" Winnie mocked, then sucked in a deep breath when Monet's fingers traced her collarbone.

"I don't care about that. It was hilarious. But stop sending tips into gossip girl, it's not on the theme for you," Monet's voice was more alluring than any dress she could wear.

"Because you know me so well," Winnie mocked, wanting to move away but she couldn't.

In fact, she wanted to bring Monet along to the Luncheon but she knew how many bridges that could burn.

"I'd like to think so," Monet murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck, then jawline and ever so close to her lips.

Winnie rasped, "Sex doesn't mean you know me."

"But it does tell me how sensitive you can be or how to make you cry," the whimper that escaped the Dubois heiress's lips nearly made her drop to her knees. "Look, I'll let go of the placebo slander," Monet batted her lashes, "If you tell me what you and Milo Sparks were discussing yesterday."

And like a bucket of cold water, Monet's suggestion dragged Winnie kicking and screaming from their fantasy.

"No."

Monet huffed, "Ah, my least favourite word from you."

"I would apologise but I don't want to. Go and ask your new lover for that info," Winnie's amusement had faded away.

"Would you get over that shit? Don't tell me your jealous... still?"

"I wasn't jealous."

Monet rose a brow, "Possessiveness isn't a symptom of jealousy?"

"No. I'm not telling you anything. You'll go and tell your leader."

"For the last time, I am not a follower. I'm her P.R. representative," Monet fiercely stated, "all these insults will just make me stay away."

Winnie deeply sighed, turning away, "Fine. I'm sorry."

Monet was stunned, never had she received a genuine apology from the Dubois heiress. She needed to savour the moment.

"It's fine. I guess I only like slander when we're between the sheets."

"I know," Winnie suppressed the urge to smile. It was hard, especially around Monet, but it had to be done.

"But what you need to know, is all the theatrics between you and Julian won't last long before she's back on top." Monet said, rolling back her shoulders, "I'm not warning you. It comes from a place of..."

Winnie stared with furrowed brows, "What?"

"It's a caution," Monet rushed out before it could be questioned. "Be kinder."

Winnie's shoulders uncharacteristically slumped, "So don't be myself. My followers would see through that, they're almost as savage as me. And you know the boardroom of Velocity Inc. believes my social media has attracted more revenue for them."

"Really?" Monet realised how sceptical she sounded until she saw her pained expression. 

"Look who needs to be kind now," Winnie sneered, growing frustrated with the doubt she received.

She checked the numbers and sales were up by 4%, it was partially because of her following, and she didn't gain any praise from her parents. And so she hoped, rather stupidly that she would get it from Monet and boy was she wrong.

"It's advice," Monet attempted to reach out to her but was rejected with haste.

"No, you just don't want me to be a bigger threat than I already am."

"You know that everything Julian does impacts me. Impacts others," Monet explained, narrowing her eyes.

"So you want to mould me. into your idea of who you think I should be. This isn't what we do," Winnie gritted.

"Haven't you heard of change, development or evolution?"

Winnie scoffed, "I'm not Julian. I'm not a project, I'm a person."

"Could've fooled me."

Winnie's face dropped and that's when Monet knew she made a mistake.

"See yourself out. I have a luncheon to get to. Big plans for my future and such."

"Winnie. Win," Monet called out but the girl was already out of view.

The Dubois heiress stormed towards her family's car, Caesar pulled open the door for her as she heard Monet leave the house seconds later.

Winnie slid in next to her mother. Luc was on the phone, opposite them as they began to drive away.

Margaux noted her daughter's aggrieved expression, "All that girl is cause you pain. Now look at you, frowning, since when did you frown?" Winnie remained quiet. "Winifred, I've allowed you to dither with those below us for far too long. Only very few families that derive old money that I recognise and the biotech empire isn't one of them."

"Then maybe you should," Winnie uttered.

"What was that?" Margaux hissed, satisfied when silence was all she heard. "This social media bullshit supposedly makes you happy, so I allow it. The board members believe it works for us. You it run on your own because I allow it. If you mess up I'll hand over all your socials to a media representative and let them handle it."

"You can't do that. My followers know me."

"The only person who knows you is me," Margaux hissed.

Luc continued chatting away on the phone, not getting involved in their squabble, even when a single tear trickled down their daughter's face.

"No one is entitled to know your true self, make sure you keep it that way. You are a Dubois, heiress of a fortune that billions would yearn for. I did not raise you –"

"-- You didn't raise me." You watched me.

Winnie's eyes flashed with panic when her mother's lips curled into a snarl.

"If I knew you were going to be ungrateful, I would've opted for a son, but you're here now. So listen. Leave your personal life at the door, your father is devising something big and you will not ruin this for us." Margaux awaited a response. "Winifred!"

Winnie flinched, "I won't ruin this for you."

"Good," Margaux plastered on an unnerving smile and turned away.

Winnie locked eyes with her father who she could see was no longer on the phone, yet continued holding it to his ear.

So she quietly scoffed and looked out the window, wiping another tear away and wishing she was in the comfort of her own room, but no, she was walking into the lion's den, which begged the question, would she have to sit back and take it...

Or bite first?

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a/n:

you've noticed by now how winnie's relationship to all the main characters differs. you could argue that she's only nice to max because of the "relationship" he has with ginny or because he's naturally charismatic and even winnie gets along with him just due to being classmates. her and audrey are another story. she dislikes her because audrey is julian's bestie. that's it. and the same reason extends to aki. however with aki, considering his father is as influential as someone like logan roy and is on friendly terms with her family, she doesn't do much to stir the plot. however, she does think very aki as a dull person. (his character was so dry in my opinion).

two legacies this chapter, milo and william and a brief mention of nate. i was debating whether i should include nate or not but he's too nice for winnie. i did name-drop an oc of mine that you won't see for a while (billy).

monet and winnie's relationship is odd as is it is turbulant. monet knows what to do to get ahead and julian is the biggest way in (according to the season 1 plot). she knows winnie is the biggest threat as is zoya but she's close to winnie and hopes to subdue her power and influence for her personal benefit. i hope that it's clear.

which interaction was your favourite? i'm partial to mummy issues so I'll go for margaux and winnie.

[shadowredfeline]

On this Day June 14th 2019

I did something random which is actually based on a gag I know, where say like you're discussing with someone about that person and someone is actually right behind you and something terrible or messed up might happen. So I drew Rabbit, Piglet and Roo from Winnie the Pooh and Rabbit was just discussing or arguing with Piglet and Roo like what they both did with his Garden. Until the three encounters Venoct from Yo-Kai Watch and he's standing right behind Rabbit, thinking he's going to get ready to vandalize his garden. Especially when Venoct and Whirlweasel wanted to collect crops for their little ones like the Weasels. But it sounds like Rabbit, Piglet, and Roo might be in trouble if the three got noticed by Venoct. And then it looks like the three will have to go get Pooh, Tigger, Eeyore and Kanga about this. Which I know encountering a Yo-Kai is gonna be much different than encountering Heffalumps and Woozles. Especially Christopher Robin might find something new he might learn to solve.

Also when Lisa saw this, she liked the idea for some reason since she said that Venoct is her favorite character besides Kyubi, Jibanyan and Komasan and Komami. Well you can't blame Lisa due to her Yo-Kai Specialist.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Well if the Hundred Acre Woods is about to get encounter by Yo-Kai, then that's something they're after besides invading Quahog.

Lisa 😺❤️⚡: Hey! Maybe Venoct might tell Rabbit to stop with his attitude or he might take his Crops.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Yeah but I saw his history that Rabbit has tackled a group of worms in the Cartoon. They especially wanted to eat some of his crops.

Lisa 😺❤️⚡: Yeah but I hope nothing is gonna happen in the Hundred Acre Woods.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Yeah or otherwise Heffy can help out and save the Hundred Acre Woods.

Lisa 😺❤️⚡: Hey that's a good idea! Since Heffy is great with Disney related stuff as well as for playing Kingdom Hearts.

People I tagged @bryan360 and @murumokirby360