#★ // musings ; winnie

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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ — Dearest Gentle Reader, quite a pleasure.

Hello, I'm Guien, pronounced as Gwen—nickname, Winnie.

– > 19 & female

✧˖°. — A blog catered to unedited works of mine from the past such as small stories with no plot, but written for fun. Where I loosen up, compared to my main. Due to these stories being drafts, do be kind, my writing style has slightly differed from then on. Dates from the original creation compared to now.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ~ May come off Hyunjin-focused, a beautiful muse.

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★ —  August is slowly coming to its inevitable end. . . Meaning that his favored season, one that washed the trees in furls of colors such as reds and orange would finally be peeking its head around the corner. . .

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@lykaiia​ asked : ❝ i hardly think this is the time or place to indulge your overwrought imagination. ❞ (oooh honestly for any of your muses tbh I can't pick)

★ —  ❛ And which place would be better than the one we currently happen to inhabit now to let your imagination run ?? I’m rather open to suggestions. ❜ The long stretches of untouched land that had little to do with the hands of many others could perhaps be considered the best place for such thinking. The forest, as beautiful as it was, held many mystifying secrets that Winnie had always been acutely aware of. Perhaps not per say WHAT the secrets themselves happened to be, but that the forest was harboring many that would only be shared with those select few. And even then, not all of them were dispelled so freely to only a certain individual. 

As he watched still from above within the branches of the tree, Winnie’s eyes narrowed to catch a glimpse of the girl beneath him. He had much to believe that their meeting wasn’t by chance alone, but yet another grip of the forests many ways of bringing those fated together. Grinning, he found himself jumping from his perch, slowly floating down much like a leaf would until his heels were firmly planted back on the ground. ❛ Besides, the time is PERFECT. Late at night in the woods ?? My dear, I think you’ll come to find that the combination of this location and time only brings about the BEST of an OVERWROUGHT IMAGINATION. ❜

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Send 🌼 to give my muse a flower // accepting !!

@caemthe​ asked : 🌼 from cethern to winnie. the flower is actually a man eating flower he found but hasn't let go of his hand yet

★ —  ❛ Oh gods, are you alright ?? You poor thing. ❜ Brows came to furrow as Winnie’s gloved hands reached out for comfort, nothing but concern painting those features of his. However, his words, his gaze and actions were all directed towards the plant, as he cooed softly at the rather hazardous thing, and not at Cethern. He grinned, much like a child would have when being handed their favorite sweet, as he began to softly pat the top of the plants head. Truly, he was acting as if it were an animal, a stray dog even that had just whimpered and begged for scraps of food !! ❛ You’re just hungry, aren’t you ?? I’d suggest letting go of this rotten meat and instead allowing me to feed you something much more delicious. ❜

His laughter could hardly be contained as he suddenly wrapped his arms around the thing, and pulled softly. It seemed like he barely even feared the idea of becoming this things next meal, honestly. . . Still, he looked towards Cethern now, knowing fully well that somehow he’d have to get his hand back if he were to sew it back on as well. . . But, thats a matter he could worry about later. For now, he looked absolutely dazzled, happy even as he tried to get the thing to shake free and let go of his companion. ❛ Wherever did you find this beauty ?? You ripped it right out of the ground !! It’s roots probably hurt, but I’m certain I can manage to replant it. . . ❜

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✧ — ⋆    𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . // ACCEPTING !!

@inthcgartcn​ asked : 🎨   for   your   muse   to    paint    with    mine Winnie and Mari!

★ —  ❛ I’ve never been much of a painter. . . ❜ Garbed in his usual attire, Winnie rolled up the stray sleeves that had slowly made their way down once more as he tried to correct the mess of colors that he had strewn about his canvas. Most took to this hobby in terms of relaxation, in order to simply sink back and forget the long dull stretches of life while indulging in the vast wonderful word of bright paints and alluring brush strokes. Alas, as Winnie swiped upwards with his own green paint, he noted that his trees were starting to look less and less like a forest, and more like the sky itself had began to morph into this frog like color. It was amusing, to say the least, as he didn’t really think he could find a way to correct this mishap. 

❛ Oh but your painting looks wonderful. ❜ Looking over, he noted how well Mari had managed to capture the forest before them. One really did need a hand with patience and talent to be able to capture every little movement within the tree leaves. Honestly, he’d always been much more of a sketcher than a painter. He’d taken that to heart, much more interested in the fast paced scribbles of one who was venturing forward. After all, he needed to always catalogue the different species of plants and potions he happened to create during his spare time. But today, he had taken to sitting near a complete stranger, interested in what she happened to be doing until he had been handed a canvas and asked to join in. Of course, how could he refuse ?? The activity looked positively fun. ❛ If you don’t mind me saying, I think I might need to practice a bit more. Perhaps we should set a painting schedule so we can improve together. ❜