#wtp owl

[soapgal-p]

Those who cannot read small print.

#winnie the pooh #wtp rabbit #wtp owl #owlbit #my art

[skwtches]

Tigger convinces Owl to help write the whodunnit/spy thriller novel of his dreams ft. his self-insert protagonist and more.

#big fan of the amount of times Tigger’s been characterized as being fascinated by detectives in various Pooh media outside the films #I for one support and relate to the idea of him having a hyperfixation that he’s also turned into everyone else’s problem #wtp #skwtch art #winnie the pooh #tigger #owl (wtp) #winnie the pooh tigger #winnie the pooh owl #digital art #procreate

[itsamepatches]

Owl, Rabbit, Eeyore, Piglet, and Pooh from the Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey story, "Unusual Creatures" under unfortunate circumstances

(Narration underneath the "keep reading"/"read more" because of mentioned cannibalism)

"One fateful night and on the brink of starvation, Pooh decided that in order to survive, the group must consume one of their dearest friends.

And thus, Eeyore was no more.

And the trauma of this act walked the minds of the group. They became feral and developed a hatred to All Things human, and in particular, Christopher Robin, for abandoning them. A pact was made. They renounced their humanity and returned to their animalistic Roots, swearing never to talk again."

#funny enough the director likes eeyore but was worried that he wouldn't portray him well enough for this which is why he's d3ad #okay I'm done sorry wtp tag #winnie the pooh #winnie the pooh blood and honey #pooh bear #rabbit (wtp) #owl (wtp) #piglet (wtp) #eeyore #horror movies #horror films #jagged edge productions #horror

[laz-kay]

Kanga: So. Who broke it?

Kanga: I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Piglet: I did. I broke it-

Kanga: No. No you didn't, dear. Tigger?

Tigger: Don't look at me. Look at Roo Boy.

Roo: What?! I didn't break it!

Tigger: Hmm. That's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Roo: Because it's sitting right in front of us, and it's broken!

Tigger: Suspicious.

Roo: No, it's not.

Owl: If it matters - probably not - but, Rabbit was the last one to use it-

Rabbit: What?! I don't even drink that crap!

Owl: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Rabbit: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles! Everyone knows that, Owl!

Piglet: Okay, let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it. Run.

Kanga: No! Who broke it?!

Pooh:

Pooh: Kanga… Eeyore’s been awfully quiet.

Eeyore: REALLY?!

#incorrect quotes #winnie the pooh #incorrect winnie the pooh quotes #wtp #pooh bear #kanga #tigger #roo #piglet #eeyore #rabbit (wtp) #owl (wtp)

[catboyfever]

Tea Time - Owlbit Fluff

WHOA YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH A NEW WTP FIC

Pardon my absence as I've been committing to a lot of OC writing as of late. But I've been thinking about this ship and discussing it with others in the wtp fandom a LOT so I thought this would be as great a time as any to write a fanfic for it! I hope you enjoy, lemme know what y'all think!

The afternoon sun shone lazily on the Hundred Acre Wood. Rabbit ordinarily would’ve been outside tending to his garden in the heat of that sun, but even he had to take a break sometimes. While he could’ve been just as comfortable at home, he didn’t feel like just lounging about the house. The only person he could think of that would provide a somewhat peaceful evening was Owl. It was a no-brainer. He sometimes stopped by his house for tea anyhow, and spacing out while sipping tea and pretending to listen to some convoluted story actually sounded pretty fantastic just about now.

Rabbit was sat in his living room across from Owl with a saucer and a teacup filled with perfectly brewed tea in his hand. He’d already added his sugar, he was just listening to Owl go on about something before he took a sip. The warm, dark flavor of the black tea relaxed him… but he felt like he wanted just a little more something to flavor the drink.

“Owl, I don’t mean to bother but could you bring out some honey? I’d love some for my tea.” Rabbit said.

Owl smiled and halted his story. “Oh, of course! I’ll resume my tale once I’m back.”

Owl flew out of the living room and swooped into the kitchen to retrieve the honey. A few seconds later Rabbit heard a thundering crash and jumped to his feet to investigate before a very excited looking Owl brought back an in-tact honey jar, but more surprisingly, an accordion.

“Owl, what IS that?” Rabbit asked, pointing at the unknown instrument.

“This, my dear friend, is called an ‘accordion’” Owl said. “It’s a wonderful instrument, my relative in Italy gave it to me years ago.”

“Do you play?” Rabbit asked pointedly.

“But of course! Here,” Owl began, setting the jar of honey down for Rabbit. “enjoy your tea and the music.”

Rabbit felt excitement bubble up in his belly. He usually knew better than to get his hopes up too high about things like this with his friends, but there just seemed to be something so genuine about the way Owl spoke about the instrument. Besides, Rabbit hadn’t even known what it was called before Owl told him.

“This song I learned from my Great Great Granduncle, he used to play it while taking a leisurely boat ride.” Owl said.

Owl’s feathery hands moved across the keys on the instrument as he pushed it in and pulled in a slow, jaunty song. The unique sound that the instrument produced had Rabbit totally transfixed… as well as how oddly suave Owl looked playing it.

His hands were moving with such grace and the way his body swayed to the beat of the song just took his breath away. His eyes were moving with Owl as he swayed across the room, coming closer to Rabbit before dancing away while continuing the slow, romantic melody that Rabbit was enchanted by. When the song ended Owl bowed while Rabbit clapped fervently.

“Stupendous! Absolutely marvelous! I had no idea you were such a musician!” Rabbit said.

“But of course I am! I wasn’t only gifted with a beautiful singing voice, I’m an owl of many talents you know!” Owl said proudly.

Ordinarily Rabbit would’ve scoffed at the notion but the way Owl spoke… especially after his performance… Rabbit actually felt a sort of reverence for Owl for the first time.

“I know this might be sudden but… would you be able to teach me a few notes?” Rabbit asked.

Owl nodded enthusiastically. “Of course of course! I’d be happy to aide in someone’s quest for knowledge!!”

Owl handed Rabbit the surprisingly heavy accordion and stood behind him. Rabbit’s cheeks flushed as he felt the bird’s soft, warm hands covering his as his fingers touched the keys. Owl even helped push and pull the accordion at first, guiding Rabbit’s arms by pushing them and pulling them with his hands. Rabbit could feel the soft as a cloud feathers of Owl's crest pressing against the back of his head which distracted him greatly as he tried to concentrate on what was happening. Eventually though, Rabbit got the hang of how the instrument operated. Owl danced around the room as he had before, but this time he guided Rabbit along with him, swaying along with him as Rabbit practiced the intro to the song Owl had just played for him.

After a while the sun began to set and Rabbit reluctantly put a stop to their music lesson.

“It really is no trouble if you stay for dinner, you know.” Owl said insistently.

“I appreciate it really, but I must get back and get things ready for tomorrow. You know how it goes, the work is never done around the garden!” Rabbit said.

Owl opened the door and saw Rabbit out. Rabbit turned to Owl with a smile.

“Goodnight, Owl.”

Owl leaned forward and quickly gave a small love peck to Rabbit’s cheek. “Goodnight, Rabbit.”

Owl withdrew to his house and closed the door leaving Rabbit a flustered mess at his door. Rabbit dashed back to his house and sighed as he began to fix his supplies to make dinner. The accordion was from Italy, he was probably just saying farewell like they do! It was just his way of saying Ciao! That was what Rabbit convinced himself as he continued to fix dinner, trying desperately but failing to get the kiss out of his head.

#owlbit #rabbit (wtp) #owl (wtp) #winnie the pooh #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction

[tiggerzone]

#winnie the pooh #tigger #owl (wtp) #gif #Gotta give a firm handshake #It's etiquette™

[thecrowslullaby]

Me: I love all characters equally.

Me, seeing a yellow-ish characters:

#winnie the pooh #wtp #rabbit wtp #tiger wtp #owl wtp #the magnus archives #jon sims #tma michael #tma martin #tma #crowtent #janus sanders #i don't even like yellow all that much xd #this sure is a fandom combo xd #in my defense all of them are shaped

[moecartoons]

Good news, everyone! I'm now taking sketch commissions. Same as icons, check the carrd in my pinned post for the form! Slots are limited and this special pricing will end once they're filled!

#Cyberchase #Commissions #Comms #Commissions Open #Sketch Commissions #AATC #Alvin and the Chipmunks #TOH #The Owl House #Tangled #Tangled the series #TTS #WTP #ppg #powerpuff girls #Chipettes #PBS Kids #ATBG #As Told By Ginger #HIAF #Help I'm a Fish #GEAH #Green Eggs And Ham

[disneymbti]

I'm back with a brand new ask, this time I am humbly requesting Owl :)

Hi there, Vincent! I really hope you like this a lot!

Owl's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: INTP [The Logician]

INTPs prefer spending time alone so they can explore their rich inner world, and prolonged exposure to big groups of people can make them feel drained.

Their focus lies more on understanding the big picture than on noticing the tiny details. They want to know how things connect together, which gives them great intuition for solving complex problems.

As the most thinking-oriented of the types, they rely on logic rather than emotion as their main influence in decision making.

An INTP normally likes to keep their options open rather than locking themselves into a commitment. They’re flexible and spontaneous, which allows them to capitalize on opportunities that come available at the 11th hour.

Big Three: Aquarius Sun, Virgo Moon and Gemini Rising

Aquarius Sun: Aquarius is ruled by Saturn and Uranus, which makes them seek out unique ways to problem-solve and to approach life. They're known to be intellectual and innovative.

Virgo Moon: Virgo Moons use their calm nature to gain deep clarity on matters, filtering questions through their kind, but reasonable, lens.

Gemini Rising: Gemini risings are quick-witted and fast communicators, always looking for unique ways to express themselves. 

Enneagram Type: 5w4 [The Philosopher]

Basic Fear: Type fives with a four wing are afraid of being helpless and incompetent. They tend to overcompensate for this by spending their time developing new knowledge and skills to feel useful and worthy.

Basic Desire: Their basic desire is to feel helpful and able. They express this by passionately pursuing knowledge and understanding of the world.

Philosophers tend to guard themselves by withdrawing from others, which may lead to loneliness.

#owl (wtp) #winnie the pooh #winnie the pooh 2011 #disney #disneymbti #mbti types #intp #astrology #zodiac signs #aquarius sun #virgo moon #gemini rising #enneagram types #5w4 #the philosopher

[atlantis54]

honestly the theory that owl is the villain of wtp 2011 is weirdly funny to me bc the thought of Some Old Guy causing all of his friends to go into a mass panic over something that doesnt exist just so he can sell a book he wrote is like. why would you do that. also did you forget 90% of the wood cant read

#wtp #owl (wtp) #winnie the pooh

[darkwater-reservoir]

Sometimes self care is ignoring canon completely and making a shitpost where all the tsv characters are a happy found family and are trolling We The People online

Characters in order of appearance: Tucker (far left), tsv (left, holding phone), nat (right, next to tsv), danyon (far right), WTP representative

#the sun vanished #tsv #tucker #nat #danyon #art #wtp #the woman is the person that i see as the leader for wtp and i named her christina murray bc i felt obligated to name her lmao #i imagine her to have a personality similar to odalia from the owl house #also yeah i have seen the new posts and i do have some thoughts on them i just couldn't find a way to make it funny so i didn't post abt it #basically my only thoughts on them are WHY TF IS TUCKER UPSET??? TSV WAS LITERALLY JUST TELLING HIM TO BE CAUTIOUS #anyways Tucker has officially lost 5 of his blorbo points for acting like a child for literally no reason #he'll gain them back when he stops acting like a child

[artist-fan146]

Just came into my mind but I got a headcanon that while it’s been shown throughout the different Disney adaptations of Wtp that Tigger learns how to maintain a garden, I got a hc that he grows spinach’s specifically for Rabbit cause he learned from Owl that spinach’s resemble love and Tigger wanted to show Rabbit his care and affection for him so by the time Valentines comes around, he gifts those spinach’s to Rabbit!

(Btw the Spinach resembling love is true in Japan!)

#wtp #winnie the pooh #rabbit wtp #tigger #rabger #tigbit #headcanon #ship headcanons

[skwtches]

Tumblr text posts + Winnie the Pooh

(4 / ?)

#wtp #winnie the pooh #tumblr text posts #text post #text posts #meme #disney #kanga #roo #tigger #owl (wtp) #pooh #rabbit (wtp) #rema.png

[itsamepatches]

Tigger: Say Owl! Whatsa' homosexual?

Owl: (humming) Hmm, quite the question! Allow me to explain it in a way you'd understand--

Rabbit: (walks into the room) What are you two going on abou--

Owl: that right there, Tigger, is a homosexual

#wtp fandom throws me out #winnie the pooh #tigger #owl (wtp) #rabbit (wtp)

[koiantlers]

we been watching Winnie the Pooh a lot and talked about ocs and my dude North here is just Trying To Help Owl and thinks he’s smart, but also dumb????? (he’s confused by it). Also he Does Not Have A Crush On Owl

#winnie the pooh #wtp #wtp owl #wtp oc #disney #my art #I FORGOT TO TAG LOL CRINGE

[catboyfever]

Tigger's Birthday - Rabbit/Tigger fluff

Heyy! It's been a minute! I've been a bit busy between work picking up, my own birthday which just passed (I wanted to post this rather before or just after my birthday which... didn't happen lol). But, I had this idea and I've been sitting on it for long enough. As you can probably tell at this point I'm a sucker for big gestures for someone you love, so that's what's going on here for the most part. There's some really sweet fluff at the end too though <3. Hope you enjoy!

Deep oranges and reds shine over the hundred acre wood. Rabbit walked alongside Tigger, chatting about the day's mishaps and adventures. 

“And when you got flung off that tree! I didn’t know you had the pipes on ya, Ra-Ra!” Tigger chuckled. 

Rabbit was predictably less enthusiastic about the situation, glaring at Tigger with his nose scrunched up. “Yes, in times of great peril you can do some fantastic things.” 

Tigger just continued to smile. “Well, who knows? Tomorrow might be nice and calm.” Rabbit nodded with a weary sigh. “Yes… yes tomorrow might be-” Something clicked in Rabbit’s mind that moment. He’d forgotten something incredibly important. 

“Tigger! Do you know what day tomorrow is!?” Rabbit shouted. 

Tigger scratched his head. “Uhhh… Tuesday?” 

Rabbit shook his head. “No!! Well, yes. But more importantly, it’s your birthday!” 

Tigger seemed just as surprised as Rabbit at the revelation. He hopped onto his tail and bounced around Rabbit in a circle, cheering excitedly. 

“Oh boy oh boy oh boy! I can’t believe I forgot!” Tigger said as he landed on his feet. 

“Well, what would you like to do tomorrow then?” Rabbit asked. 

Tigger rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Minutes passed, but still nothing came to him. Rabbit looked at him expectantly, a bit surprised he didn’t immediately rattle off a list of gifts he wanted. “Well… I actually don’t know! How about you surprise me, Ra-Ra?” Tigger suggested finally. 

“Surprise you…” Rabbit repeated. Tigger watched as Rabbit became lost in thought for a moment, thumping one of his feet. Tigger could practically see the steam coming out from his ears before they shot up as something finally came to him. 

“I have just the thing! You remember where we put on the play for Christopher Robin last Valentine’s Day, right?” Rabbit asked. 

Tigger nodded. “Course I do!” “Meet me there tomorrow evening at five o’clock sharp. Do not be late!” Rabbit then dashed off towards his house. 

Tigger watched his puffball tail go over the hill as he ran. “Alright, Bunny Boy! See ya then!” Tigger turned and began to bounce towards his house. His mind began to fill with thoughts of what Rabbit’s surprise could possibly be. A party of some sort, obviously. But he asked him to meet him at the stage… He wasn’t really the play type unless he was acting in one. 

Tigger tried to think of what Rabbit’s surprise could be all evening long until he went to sleep. The next day passed at a snail’s pace for Tigger. He hopped out of his house early, but as he tried each of his friend’s houses to pass the time they weren’t home. Now Tigger was truly puzzled. It would be pretty obvious of Rabbit to try and pull a surprise party considering they both just remembered his birthday was today. The afternoon crawled on. Tigger tried to entertain himself anyway possible. He played checkers against himself (and lost), played with every last doodad that he found in his closet and he swore he bounced the entirety of the hundred acre woods twice. Finally, the sun began to set and Tigger made his way towards the stage that Rabbit wanted to meet him at. 

As Tigger approached the stage he saw Rabbit standing in front of it dressed in a blue suit jacket with a white dress shirt beneath and a red bow tie. Curtains were set all around the perimeter of the stage, Tigger couldn’t see inside. 

“Good evening, Detective Tigger!” Rabbit called out to him. 

Tigger furrowed his brow in confusion before Rabbit tossed his hat and cloak to him. Tigger’s eyes lit up, immediately placing the cap on his head and fastening the cloak around his shoulders. 

“What’s all this, Ra-Ra?” Tigger asked. 

Rabbit shook his head. “Nope! No questions. It’ll spoil the surprise.” 

Rabbit clapped his hands and the curtains were drawn. Inside tables full of food were arranged around the stage. Sitting at each of them were Kanga, Roo, Eeyore, and Piglet, all dressed to the nines. Piglet was especially dressed up, wearing a tiny crown and robes. Pooh stood near the entrance with a coat hanging from his arm. Rabbit climbed the steps onto the stage. 

“Good evening, Mr. Rabbit! May I take your coat?” Pooh asked. 

Rabbit pondered for a moment and shook his head. “No, thank you, Pooh. The coat completes the outfit.” He said walking over towards the only empty table. 

“Well, well! Good evening, Mr. Detective! May I take your coat?” Pooh asked. 

Tigger shook his head. “Of course not! Do you have any idea how much detectivery stuff I have in here? It’s not for a civilian!” 

Pooh just chuckled. “Well, alright then. I guess my job’s done!” He said, pulling on the coat that he was holding. 

Tigger took his seat next to Rabbit. The food looked great from a distance but once he sat down Tigger realized it was… toy food? “Say, Ra-Ra, what’s goin’ on?” Tigger asked, holding up a plastic chicken leg. 

Piglet stood with a glass in hand and clinked it with his spoon, silencing the room. 

“Th-Thank you all for coming to the party! I, Piglet… uhm…” Piglet looked down towards the floorboards of the stage. “Line?” The floor opened up to reveal a disgruntled Gopher who hissed the line at Piglet before closing the hatch. “Oh, right, right.” Piglet cleared his throat before he continued. “I, Piglet, Rich Baron of the forest, am so happy to have you here for dinner. Before we all dig in, I want t-to propose a toast!” Suddenly, the curtains closed and the stage went pitch black. Just as quickly as they shut, the opened again and Piglet was nowhere to be seen. 

Everyone gasped, staring at the seat that Piglet had been standing on. 

“He’s just… gone?! Who did this?” Rabbit cried. “Oh just who could help us solve this whodunnit!?” He finished, flashing a grin at Tigger. 

Tigger leapt up onto the table. “Attention guests! This is now a crime scene. Nobody move!” “Oh my. Who could’ve done anything to poor little Piglet?” Kanga asked. 

“I bet it was Eeyore!” Roo shouted with a giggle. 

“I wouldn’t trust me either, can’t blame ya.” Eeyore said dejectedly. 

“Perhaps, Piglet just went to get dessert ready?” Pooh suggested. 

The curtains closed again. A spotlight illuminated the darkness, settling onto Piglet who was being hoisted up by his shirt with a hook. He was covered in flour which fell from him every time he moved. 

“My d-d-dear friends. Someone here is responsible for my disappearance, if you find out who did it, I will bestow upon you my… my…” Piglet looked towards the floorboards again. 

Gopher popped out again and shouted the line himself. “You’ll receive my untold riches and my undying gratitude!” 

Gopher closed the trapdoor with a slam. 

The spotlight dimmed and when the curtains were drawn, Piglet was gone once again. 

“First things first,  we gotta try and find a motive!” Tigger proclaimed. 

He studied the faces of his friends before approaching Kanga. 

“So, you were sitting right next to ‘im. What could you have gained from making our piggly little prince… disappear?” Tigger asked. 

Kanga shook her head. “Why, I couldn’t have done anything to Piglet! Besides, my seat is so close to yours. Wouldn’t it be hard for me to hide it?” 

“Well… What about that blackout? You coulda done it then!” 

On queue, the curtains fell again. When they opened, Kanga was gone next. 

“Ohh nooo! Mama!” Roo shouted, trying his best to act surprised. 

“What!? But I was sure it was her!” Tigger shouted. 

Tigger turned his eyes to Roo who was trying his hardest not to start giggling. 

“Ohh, now I see.” Tigger said as he pulled a magnifying glass from his cloak. “It was your idea all along! You got your Mama to do it, but she was sloppy. So to save yourself, you had to make her disappear! Well you shoulda thought twice before doing that under the watchful eye of Detective Tigger, Private-!” The curtains fell, rose, and Roo’s seat was empty before Tigger could finish his sentence. “… Ear.” Tigger finished. 

Tigger seemed a bit deflated, prompting Rabbit to inch away and knock on the floorboards. 

“Gopher, you’re going way too fast! Tigger is supposed to figure the mystery out, remember? How can he do that if he can’t question anyone?” Rabbit hissed. 

The trapdoor opened and Gopher smirked up at Rabbit. “Sorry, it’s just too fun pulling the trapdoors out from under everyone.” Tigger questioned Eeyore, Pooh, and even Rabbit, but one by one the curtains fell and they were gone. In the end, Tigger was left alone until the curtains fell for the final time. The spotlight fell on Tigger and Piglet descended from the rafters of the stage until he was above the downfallen detective. 

“Detective Tigger, do you know who was making your friends disappear?” Piglet asked. 

Tigger heaved a sigh. “I have no clue. I couldn’t get info outta anyone!” Piglet pointed at Tigger. “It was youuu! You are the one responsible!” He shouted ominously. 

Tigger gasped. “No… of course! It’s the perfect crime! How could I have figured it out if I was the one doing it?!” Tigger pondered further and suddenly realized. “Wait, even if I’m the one who did it, I figured it out. That means I get that reward, right?” Piglet giggled as he was finally lowered to the ground and wiped the flower off of himself. “Yup! Okay Gopher, now!” The center of the stage split in two and in its place, a platform rose up in its place. Standing on the platform were all of the guests who disappeared along with a towering birthday cake. The icing was decorated exactly like Tigger’s fur pattern.  Orange with black stripes all the way up to the smallest cake which resembled Tigger’s own bouncy tail. A single candle sat atop the great cake, burning brightly in the slowly darkening evening sky. Tigger’s eyes lit up as he gawked at the cake. 

“Happy Birthday, Tigger!” Everyone shouted. 

Tears welled up in Tigger’s eyes as he spoke. “Y-You guys, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble…” He sniffled. “But since ya did, let’s dig in!” 

“Not yet!” Rabbit shouted. “You have to blow out the candle and make a wish first!” Tigger hopped onto his tail, bounced high up to the tippy top of the cake, and blew out the candle. He landed square on his feet to the applause of his friends, and the cake was finally cut. Gopher and Owl talked about the reactions that they got from suddenly dropping the trapdoors out from everyone’s seats, Tigger explained his roundabout reasoning for each of the motives that he thought anyone would have and even Rabbit was please since they’d mostly stayed on script. 

Once the cake was gone and the sun was dipping further and further down the horizon, everyone began to return home one by one until Tigger and Rabbit left the stage together. Lightning bugs glittered around them as they walked down the moonlit paths of the woods. They returned to Rabbit’s house where Rabbit prepared some evening tea and settled down with Tigger in his recliner. It was a bit of a tight fit… Rabbit thought to himself about possibly looking into getting a loveseat since Tigger spent so much time at his house. 

“So, what did you wish for?” Rabbit asked Tigger, taking a sip of tea. 

“Oh, on my birthday cake? I didn’t wish for nothin’!” Tigger said. 

Rabbit set his cup down, staring at the tiger incredulously. “What? But it’s your birthday! You should wish for whatever you want! What about that big list from last year?” Tigger pulled Rabbit into a tight embrace, looking him right in the eyes with a warm smile. “What else could I wish for? I got everything I ever wanted right here.” Tigger could practically see the steam coming from Rabbit’s ears as his face immediately burned red. He pulled away from him with a huff. “Y-You… since when did you have such a way with words anyway?!” “Owl let me borrow some of his lovey dovey books, he said you like that sort of thing!” Tigger replied with a giggle. 

Tigger managed to coax the huffy rabbit back into another embrace. He ran the blunt edges of his claws down Rabbit’s back, making Rabbit shudder against him. “T-Tigger! What’re you-” He began, before Tigger silenced him with a kiss. 

Tigger let his claws make pathways down the small of Rabbit’s back as they kissed, keeping a gentle hold on the rabbit as the fire crackled in the fireplace. Tigger had meant what he said. Rabbit was always eager to do anything for him, he understood him on a level no one else did. Only someone like him would know exactly what to do for his birthday. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. When Tigger finally pulled away, he dipped his head to give a teasing parting nip to Rabbit’s neck before letting the flustered bunny settle against his chest. 

“I-I don’t know what’s gotten into you today…” Rabbit finally said. 

Tigger chuckled. “Nothin’ at all, Bunny Boy.” Tigger didn’t give Rabbit much of a reprieve even as they began to drift off to sleep together on the cushy chair. His claws kept combing through Rabbit’s fur as he stroked his back, nipped his ears ever so gently until eventually, Rabbit’s breathing became slow and rhythmic. A rhythm that Tigger had grown intimately familiar with and had grown to be so comforting, he knew he wouldn’t be far behind him. But still, he willed his eyes to stay open for a bit longer. He wanted his birthday to last just a little longer. He gazed down at Rabbit’s face as he began to drift off. He had a smile on his face. A tired, but content smile with still just a tiny hint of red remaining in his cheeks. Tigger leaned down and kissed his forehead, yawning as he finally let himself fall asleep. 

“I love you, Ra-Ra.” Tigger said. 

His eyes closed and he fell asleep with the goofiest smile on his face. In his sleep, his grip on Rabbit tightened, keeping him as close to him as he possibly could. 

#rabger #tigbit #winnie the pooh #tigger #rabbit (wtp) #Owl #Gopher #Kanga #Roo #Eeyore #Piglet #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff