winniehowls

[winniehowls]

Judging by her previous interactions with Hans, Winnie was expecting the phone call to go something along the lines of, "Help me! I crashed my Porsche because I was too busy admiring my own reflection in the rearview!" or "Oh no! I'm getting canceled on Instagram because I sent too many models the same DM!"... not whatever this was. And this was a lot. What did she just hear? Evermore's very own "Prince" was having trouble with his kingdom? No wait... from the sound of it. "Prince" was being too generous. He was lying. To everyone. And if there's one thing Winnie didn't like, it was people who purposefully hid their true selves. The girl knows from experience that that's no way to live life.

Before Winnie could even make heads or tails of it all, the call was over... and Hans was looking right at her. She blinked her eyes incredulously a few times; her thoughts finally processing. And once they did... a sly smile slowly spread across her lips. This was going to be fun for her. "Oh, long enough, Hans. Long enough." With a tilt of her head, the girl revealed herself entirely from behind the wall— which she now chose to lean against. "Trouble in paradise, rich boy? If I can even call you that anymore..."

It was his own fault for indulging his pretentious, selfish, cruel and obnoxious family with answering a phone call. In truth Hans should have blocked all contact with his brothers the moment he arrived in Evermore, cutting them out of his life like the rotten weeds they are in an otherwise thriving garden. It was always the shame shit, calling in to ‘check’ on his ‘well being’, when everyone else knew that was code for one of them to brag about their perfect life, perfect wife and wonderful rich titles, all while Hans was left with nothing. Apart from a small fortune that most people in Evermore would kill to have --- but his life was still hard okay! 

Of course this time around it was his eldest brother, the heir to the Westergaard fortune that was picking a fight with Hans. They had been long overdue on a disagreement since he��d left the Southern Isles, and Niels knew just how to get under Hans’ skin and bring out the absolute worse in him. Hans paced the area as his tone changed and pitch got louder, he felt like he needed to punch something. “No Niels -- you listen to me. I am fucking sick and tired of you and all your shit. You left me with nothing and you’re gonna’ be so fucking sorry when I come for you, your fortune and your crown. I’m biding my time here and building my army but once I get home you are fucked do you hear me? FUCKED!”

Abruptly ending the phone call Hans covered his face with hands and began to yell in frustration, what in the shit fucking hell had he just done? After taking a moment to calm down he turned around, ready to leave in the same direction he’d come in, but stilled when he saw a familiar face. Wesley? Whitney? Willow? Ugh-- Winnie. 

“Oh hey there.. Winnie.” He smiled, trying to compose himself after such a public explosion. “Great to see you. How uh-- how long you been standing there?”

[winniehowls]

With the tall field grass in sight, Winnie's wolf form sprung from her crouched position and launched herself into the thick of it— ceremoniously flopping on her back as she did so. The grass felt so nice against her fur and the weather was perfect. The summer was just turning into fall, and the sun was warm and welcoming... though abnormally blinding? Regardless, the werewolf was blissfully enjoying her time when she felt a soft plop on her head. Straining her eyes through the light of the sun, Winnie could have sworn it was her father's wolf form smiling down at her... and the she woke up.

"WAHHHHH," she yelled, swiftly springing to her feet on top of her sheets. Before she could even shake the sleep out of her eyes and process what she was doing, Winnie launched her giant stuffed wolf directly at Phyllis's head. Well rather, through Phyllis's head. "PHYLLIS! What are you doing in here so early?!! Don't you know to never trigger a werewolf's fight or flight response?! Newsflash! It's always fight!! And double newsflash! Phantom knocks don't count if my eyes are closed!!" With that lovely wake up call out of the way, Winnie plopped down to a seated position on her bed; an exasperated laugh escaping her lips as she did so. "Oooh, count your hauntings, Phyllis Geist. You tell anyone about this and I will exorcise you. You got that?" she smiled, smoothing down her hair.

location: phyllis & winnie's appt.

starter: @winniehowls

"winnie?" phyllis called out groggily, peering through squinted eyes at the clock on the wall- too early- as she floated slowly from her bedroom towards the others. she was too exhausted to walk right now, barely visible as she was using whatever strength she had to keep herself upright. "wwiiiiinnnniiie," she called out again, whining a bit more, rubbing at her eyes and figuring, per her lack of response, the other was still sleeping. unable to physically knock on the door, phyllis extended a lazy hand through the wood and waved it around wildly; the phantom knock, the ghouls called it. no response. pushing her head through the door, a little worried by her silence but wanting to make sure she was asleep and not in any trouble, phyllis spotted winnie with her hair wild and unkempt, completely engulfing a giant stuffed wolf with her eyes fighting the sunlight. phyllis, biting back a smile, decided to mess with the wolf a bit- knowing she wasn't a morning person. disappearing, phyllis took one of the other stuffed animals on the werewolf's bed and began to poke playfully at the brunettes head, urging her awake. "gooooddd moooouurrrnniiinngg wiiiinnniiieeee," phyllis cooed, ruffling the other's mane with the snout of the stuffy. "time to get up and hang out with your best ghooulllffriiieennddddd!"

[winniehowls]

Winnie let her head flop to the side, her eye's challenging her friend's reaction to her own lack of surprise. "Oh give me that," she commanded with a smile, swiping the shirt from Sibella's hands. The werewolf never minded her friends coming in to her work. In fact, she encouraged it! Whatever a ghoul's gotta do to combat boredom, ya know? Plus, Winnie found it ironic that out of the five of them, she was now officially the best at treating stains. What a howl that was!

Grabbing a satin-padded hanger from the pile, Winnie hung up Sibella's shirt to get a better look at what she was working with. Her fingers traced the soft fabric as she listened to the concern casually dripping from her friend's lips. A scoff escaped Winnie's throat, followed by a proud, "Ha!" Sibella was relentless with the topic of full moons. So of course, Winnie did what she always does... give a vague answer and then distract. "Pssh, please. I need four days tops and then I’m back to being bright eyed and bushy tailed!" That was usually the case anyway. Last month was a different story with a full eclipse happening just two days after a full moon. Now that was ruff... "Besides, it's almost Summer! That means days are longer and nights are shorter. Now, what we should be talking about is the story behind this stain here. I know you, Sibella. You don't feed from just anyone," Winnie said, turning her head to face her friend and raising her eyebrows in curiosity.

❛ w - what do you mean again ?! ❜ of course it wasn't the first time sibella rushed to winnie's aid due to a small accident involving , well , blood . it was always blood , and due to the sensitivity of the matter , she always waited for a rainy day to come so that there wouldn't be as much people at the dry cleaners — if any at all . a sigh escapes her red tinted lips , ❛ not funny , you're gonna make me feel bad ! he let me do it , okay ? i - i wasn't gonna , i swear ! we were just ... blegh ! ❜  the vampire frowns , dropping the shirt onto the counter . it wasn't the biggest stain ever , sibella wasn't fussy ; most of the time , she could drink without letting a single drop go to waste . most of the time .

crossing her arms , she keeps the frown on her delicate features . ❛ i don't have to explain myself to you , i'm a big ghoul ! just ... help me out , okay ? i really do like this shirt , ❜  it reminded of her mother's clothes , similar to what sibella would have worn back home . it was too precious to throw away just because she was a little careless . tapping the tips of her fingernails on the counter , she tilted her head to the side while looking at winnie . ❛ i wasn't sure you'd work today ; you alright ? maybe you should still be in bed ... it hasn't even been five days since the full moon , winnie . ❜ 

[winniehowls]

Night time is when Winnie thrived. It's always been that way, as if the night were her friend. Well, most of the time anyways. Tonight was no different. The girl was up late as per usual just trying to shake off the stress of the day, which had her feeling more cooped up than normal. With a duffle bag in hand filled with some supplies and spare clothes in case she wanted to shift, Winnie made her way to a specific part of the forest that she found the most calming. Once she made it to her destination, she sat on a fallen tree for a bit— letting her senses be swept away by her surroundings. The trickling water. The scent of dew accompanying blades of grass. The sound of footsteps approaching from behind... Wait, huh? For a few moments, Winnie didn't move. The werewolf closed her eyes and focused her ears on the footsteps to judge their direction. They were getting closer. Quickly, she stood up and turned around, watching as a tall figure appeared from behind the sanctuary of some trees. Winnie, not being able to hide her thoughts from appearing on her face, scrunched her nose in confusion. What the hell was this guy doing out here? Her instincts were on high alert as she crossed her arms defensively. It was like she could feel his nerves where she stood. Ugh... "Oh? So it's a habit of yours to meet people out in the woods then? Sounds creepy," she mused , undaunted. One of the reasons why Winnie liked the night is because people were more likely to show their true selves... So who was this guy? "No, I'm not lost. And I guess you aren't either... What are you doing out here? Frolicking? Or maybe Fight Club?" she joked, covering her eye to poke fun at his shiner.

Closed starter for @winniehowls Location: The Forest

It was late, past midnight and nearing one in the morning as Diablo made his way through the unmarked paths of the woods. Work was rough and he had a black eye from breaking up a fight. He was tired, but still fired up because he was pissed off and his face was throbbing. Wonderland felt like a shit hole to him most of the time. Normally he would just shift and fly home as it was much quicker but needed to decompress and there was a perfect spot in the forest to do that. A slight opening in the trees revealed his favorite place to clear his mind and that was at a stream that ran between all the trees. When he approached it he noticed a girl standing by the water. He stopped in his tracks and was certain she'd heard him approach as he turned around. His brows were furrowed and he had a sour look on his face. Not many people really walked the forest at night alone, especially a young girl. Diablo wasn't sure what to say but knew he needed to make the first move. "Never seen you here before. Or are you lost?"

[winniehowls]

closed starter @ghovlpire

location: evermore dry cleaners; 1:34 p.m.

Rainy, slow shifts at the cleaners were the worst. It always ended up being just Winnie by herself to twiddle her thumbs, growl at tough stains, and wonder how to fix the steamer she broke before closing time. Whoops...

At the moment, Winnie was occupying her time by looking through a rack of clothes that were soon to be past collecting date. The girl made it a habit to take home anything "expired" that might fit so that she could have a stash of wreckable clothing for full moons. Better someone else's clothing than hers! Besides, it's not her fault that people have the luxury to forget about their valuables. And it's company policy to only hold garments for one week! The ringing of a bell disrupted Winnie's thoughts as she looked to the front door. A sly smile grew on her lips as she not only recognized the customer, but the peculiar red stain on the piece of clothing she was carrying. "Again, Sibella?! Wait, wait let me guess... this time it'ssss O negative! No, no... AB positive!" she joked with a proud chuckle.

[winniehowls]

closed starter @southernisled

location: a quiet corner of evermore; 5:13 p.m.

Finally free from the shackles of her work schedule, Winnie unbuttoned her uniform shirt in favor for the tank top she was wearing underneath— shoving the discarded piece of clothing in her duffle bag as she did so. She was happy to be outside and away from endless spinning hangers and suffocating steam clouds. With a big stretch of her limbs, she sniffed the air and took in the early evening breeze. It seemed like Evermore was in for a perfect Spring night. The girl could catch no scent of incoming rain, the sky was clear and the noisy baby robbins almost sounded peaceful... if it wasn't for somebody's annoyingly loud complaining.

Actually, the complaining wasn't loud at all. It was hushed and irritable, like someone was whisper-yelling. However, with Winnie's keen ears, she could make out every word. Especially as she got closer. After rounding a corner and quietly poking her head out from behind a wall, Winnie recognized the source of the sound: a walking red flag by the name of Hans. Jerk. The werewolf rolled her eyes, recalling the way he tried cozying up to her and her friends. Normally Winnie wouldn't necessarily involve herself in other people's business... but she didn't like Hans... so of course she stayed to eavesdrop. And from what she heard so far, it seems like Mr. Big Shot might not be who he pretends to be.

[winniehowls]

ghoul up your life ! @ghovlpire @ghostgirlgeist @tanismummy @thefrankenteen

SPICE WORLD (1997) dir. Bob Spiers

[winniehowls]

AN INTRODUCTION TO WINNIE LUPIN ☽

Positive traits: friendly, loyal, protective, brave, strong, creative, athletic, curious

Negative traits: reckless, impulsive, stubborn, bossy, short-tempered, competitive, heavy-handed

ESTP * 23 * Werewolf * 5’2 * Dry Cleaner Employee

Little Details:

On first impression, Winnie has a tendency to come off a bit tough and abrasive, but not in an unkind way… at least she hopes!

Very very protective of her friends— particularly the ghouls. Her protectiveness has heightened being in evermore.

TOTAL show off. She is very confident and proud about her skills and abilities. Even if she has a supernatural advantage...

Winnie is actually a pretty decent cook. She would be better if she turned to measurements and recipes instead of "instincts." But! her nose does help her to pick out the freshest ingredients!

Speaking of instincts, the girl relies heavily on hers for nearly every aspect of her life. Especially when it comes to other people. If she ever meets someone who makes her hair stand on end, she'll make it a point to keep an eye on them.

LOVES sour lemonade, something she shares with her father, and frequently keeps homemade jars of different flavors in her fridge.

Winnie's eyes glow a bright yellow whenever she's in her werewolf form or in moments of high emotion. Particularly when she's really angry.

Frequently looks at people with the thought: "I could take them."

Sometimes a victim of R.B.F.

In moments where she's really excited or happy, Winnie's feet start tapping as opposed to a tail wagging. She'll also have to resist the urge to howl.

Does not like asking people for help or showing moments of weakness.

She loves a thrill and is a little bit of a troublemaker (whether intentional or not).

If people don't return for their clothes past the contracted time at the dry cleaners, Winnie will take them home and wear them as sacrifices on the full moon so that she's not always destroying her own clothing.

Roommates with Phyllis. Yes their apartment is as loud and chaotic as you think it would be. In the best way!

Dive Deeper:

Anything active Winnie is just over the moon for! This girl is a natural when it comes to sports and athletics. She’s constantly in the gym, at the park, or signing up for some kind of community sports event or intramural team. Plus, not only are these great ways for her to let out her high energy and built up emotions, they’re also so much fun! Although, she tends to get quite competitive… so it’s not uncommon to catch her hogging the ball or taunting her opponents... but it’s all in good fun, of course! At least it always starts that way. Usually. 

Winnie howls in the face of danger. There’s hardly anything that scares her. Even if there is it’s not likely she’d let anyone know. However, even in Evermore, there is still one thing that plagues her nightmares… and that’s Revolta. More specifically, Winnie’s involvement with Revolta. While memories are hazy now in Evermore, the one thing that Winnie can’t seem to forget is the paralyzing guilt of how she was the first one caught by Revolta — corrupting her dearest friends in consequence. It was all her fault. She can’t help but beat herself up about how if she were stronger, faster, or smarter even that none of that would have happened. In her nightmares, Winnie is the last one Revolta turns sinister and she’s forced to watch as her best ghouls become the ruthless monsters of fable… The nightmares never fails to wake her up in a cold sweat and it’s one of the driving factors of how increasingly protective Winnie became over the ghouls. She doesn’t know what she’d do if she was the reason one of the them got hurt. She doesn’t know if she’d be able to forgive herself a second time.   

Shifting on command and by the moon are two different stories. One is welcomed and controlled. The other is forced and wild. When Winnie turns on command, she trusts herself to know her limits, freely roam the woods and not harm anyone she happens to come across. Moon transformations are totally different. Under the full moon, Winnie’s at her most powerful but at the price of her control. She becomes akin to the monster people assume werewolves to be. Because of this, Winnie has a very specific spot in the woods that she goes to for full moons. An abandoned shack near the edge of Evermore’s border acts as a safe house where she can contain herself behind locked doors amongst other things. The full moon transformations also take a big toll on her both physically and mentally. After full moons, Winnie takes anywhere from one and half to three days to recover depending on the the type of full moon, the night’s conditions and her stubbornness. Super moons, eclipses and nights with clear skies are the worst.

The amount of things this girl accidentally breaks is mind boggling. Ripped clothing, snapped hangers, decapitated hairbrushes, popped volleyballs, cracked phones… she does not have the gentlest of hands. Even when it comes to daily graces and manners, Winnie is usually lacking. She can’t count how many times she’s unintentionally stepped on Tanis’ wrapping or knocked into Sibella or Elsa so hard that they fell through Phyllis. She can’t even keep the occasional house plant alive, save for some wolfsbane she attempts to grow herself for emergencies. 

While Winnie loves both of her parents with her whole heart, she’s always had a much closer relationship with her father. Maybe it was because he allowed her to embrace her personality and inner werewolf more than her mother did. Whenever they were together they were like two peas in a pod. Or perhaps two wolves in a pack? Winnie looks up to him so much. He’s her biggest supporter and her greatest role model. She could always count on him to calm her down, to make her laugh or even to steal the last sip of sour lemonade from the fridge. What she would give to share a glass with him right now in Evermore…