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WIZARD HOWL, THE WIZARD PENDRAGON, SORCERER JENKINS OF PORT HAVEN βΈΊ HOWELL JENKINS PENDRAGON. HEARTLESS WIZARD HOWL. THE DESERTER, GARDENER OF THE WASTES, STAR - SWALLOWER, ROYAL WIZARD OF INGARY. PRIMARILY HEADCANON BASED WITH INFLUENCES FROM BOTH THE ORIGINAL NOVELS β FILM. ENTWINED WITH β€» @SVETLE, @SHEKOFEH, @SARASTUSS.
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unfortunately howl is the sailor the cowboy playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer. everytime he opens his mouth its a loud movie trailer clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here........
"howl is due for a refurb" i said like 9 months ago
returning to my man soon but you can find me > @imitor
Never getting over how differently howl's moving castle book and movie treat the scarecrow
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howell jenkins pendragon. like if u agree
A Heart is a heavy burden Some Howl fanart since Iβve been listening to the soundtrack non stop! I also did a review for a XP Pen tablet which you can find here! https://twitter.com/hanromii/status/1656350343481917474?s=20
I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't torment my friend.
WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH ME AGAIN // JORGE RIVERA-HERRANS & ANNA LEA. - HOWL & SOPHIE PENDRAGON.
i wasn't logged in on valentines day but howl has two very diff depictions within it and one is whore and the other is loverboy. like you're talking to the guy who fashioned sophie beautiful dresses and gave her a meadow of flowers but also the guy who opened a door to another world because he dumped a girl so bad her brother was going to beat the shit out of him? and a witch wanted to eat his heart because he jilted her.....
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hands come to fold over her shoulder, as she leans against the wall, observing as the mage finishes his preparations. a scene from before brews within her mind, &. with a faint smile, she speaks. β is it always this complicated to ask for your aid? β the question comes, warm jest embedded into the sentence ; easy to tell from the lighthearted expression upon divine features. though a lot of his mannerisms she has come to know, or, would like to claim she has at least, ... it should be a little next to no surprise that her companions had a hint of trouble what it came to receiving this famed mage's aid. ( &. even harder to reach, he was! ) but seemingly, the act had gone on for long enough so he grew bored of it, or be it because something else, the second the warrior of light had stepped into the scene, had the pleads &. requests of the scions finally borne fruit. ... but, somehow it still felt change ; for though she too perhaps had to go past few obstacles, she had witnessed his helpful side. β you truly gave my friends quite the hard time, i hear. β
his heart beats meters outside of his chest, burning away within the fire that urges his fortress forward, more metaphorical wall than anything. supposedly impenetrable, so howl has heard, incomprehensible to even try at such a feat, to appeal to the mage's better nature, a thing that may very well no longer exist. only that it does, begrudgingly so. dislocated perhaps, but very much within. he senses her presence before she appears, a golden warmth that envelopes the very space she inhabits, and a part of him despises it, that his own natural iciness that once never was, fights to keep the air stale and frigid. sarastus' voice stalls his movements, howl reaching for a book on a higher shelf and stopping, blackened fingertips brushing the spine of it, thinking. the book is dropped into his satchel and with his back still to her, he shrugs gently, dismissive. β i haven't the faintest idea what you mean, β voice an airy lilt, feigning an innocence he knows she's not naive enough to fall for. he brushes along his collection for the next book, though frowns when it appears not where he thought he had left it, forcing him to turn and face her, look to the shelf just next to her shoulder.
earthen jades meet resplendent gold, as is the fate and destiny of such a thing, and her face is something he has seen in every reflective surface, a mirage behind his shoulder, so to see it so clearly after so long, he then quicky diverts his gaze to the titles on the shelf. a hard time, he hears her say, and lets loose a quiet simper. true to the events he supposes, the pleads and bargains were not as fruitful as the scions had hoped, as howl had waved his slender fingers in smug rejection of their attempts to bring him on - side. until. until. always, until. he looks to sarastus in his peripheral, catches the gleaming sight of her and swears he feels the minute jump of the movements of his fortress giving him away. next breath is huffed, partial sigh into the quiet as he focuses on the task at hand, or tries to, with the clearance of his throat, the wetting of his lips in something akin idle nerves. β they simply didn't have anything i wanted. β the words sounds more wistful than he intends, catching it himself and shoving the next pick of his titles into his satchel and then moving to breeze past her. to right himself, he repeats words he heard one of the scions whisper when his back was turned, though he truly thinks nothing of it. he only hopes it retains some truth, if he's at all to be saved by it. β heartless mages only do things for their own benefit, after all. β
these violent delights.
dialogue prompts from these violent delights by micah nemerever.
i never told you my name.
who puts those awful ideas in your head?
you're forever assuming the worst.
what's that face? you look like you're going to cry.
you're one of those people who worry all the time, aren't you?
i don't worry, i ruminate. they're distinct actions.
nothing made you. you just are.
beautiful things are supposed to hurt.
people tell you you're shy all the time, don't they?
i don't know how i ever got on without you.
a little trouble is a good thing for a young person.
i wasn't born yesterday. i know what kids get up to.
it's good to have guns to stick to.
you could do anything to me and i'd let you.
i'm not ready to be seen. not yet.
i don't need you to treat me respectfully. i'm not made of glass.
tell me you love me, at least. please. i need to know somebody does.
do i look normal? i can't tell if i look normal.
you can get away with anything, as long as you act like an authority on the truth.
don't tell me what i want.
you know you're just about the worst liar i've ever met.
i don't think you've ever felt anything that didn't hurt you.
you're so square, you're a cube.
i just want you to believe me when i tell you you're worth something.
there are limits to what you can expect people to understand, without living it.
you can't fight everybody all the time. you still have to live with them.
i forget how blue the sky can be outside the city.
i'm going to push you off a cliff, you fucking boy scout.
thank you for trusting me with this.
be a kid while you still can.
please believe in the things i try to tell you, instead of the things you think you deserve to be told.
if the sun touched you for even a moment, you'd go up in flames. like a vampire.
your voice changes when you're angry.
what a lonely, dreary thing it is to know the truth.
you never look away, even when your eyes are closed, but i'm never certain you can see what's really there.
tell me you need me. in those words.
can i tell you something? that i'm all but certain you won't believe?
i never lie to you. but sometimes, i wish i could.
you never let me pretend the truth is alright when it isn't.
you have a profound, elusive sadness about you.
you didn't. please tell me you didn't.
you and your awful little games.
why would i bother to grow my own conscience when you're always around to pester me?
you're going to help me escape.
this house is a shadowbox, never meant for human things.
you have no right to stop me, and you're not going to try.
you're sweet, when you want to be.
do you want me to kill ____? i mean it.
it might do you good to be an orphan.
you're just so sincerely creepy.
wealthy people pay handsomely for the privilege of ignoring cries for help.
i've never seen you like that before. not once.
i've decided to learn to be impulsive.
the worst damage humans do isn't rooted in malice, but in thoughtlessness.
there's such a thing as right and wrong. anyone can figure out the difference if they're willing to think for themselves.
there's no part of you i can't see.
i don't want to hurt you. please don't let me.
you're ridiculous, sometimes. but that's alright.
i don't want you right now. go home.
i'm not like you. i don't even have a shape of my own to hold anything else in place.
i'll never matter the way you do, and you know it.
say what you need to say.
if you say the word 'deserve' one more time, i'm driving us off a bridge.
i've been meaning to talk to you about ____.
i'm worried about what you're getting into.
you don't see me. you can't. you never could.
it's your life. you're entitled to make your own mistakes.
i want you to know you deserve better. you don't have to put up with ____.
you scare the hell out of me. you really do.
you look the same way you always have.
i was worried i'd lost you.
i'll take care of you. i don't need you to be brave.
all i want to do is make you happy, and you're the unhappiest person i've ever met.
i would rather be cruel than weak.
i want you to let me be nice to you today. i don't care if you think you deserve it.
this place looks like somewhere in a jigsaw puzzle.
it's always been real for me. every second.
please don't say anything to my mother.
we can't fix it if you don't tell me what happened.
i'll call you when i can stand the sight of you. don't hold your breath.
hiding the truth is still lying.
i thought you'd finally trust me if you knew i'd kill for you.
i'm just as much of a monster as you are.
i was missing part of myself my whole life, until i met you.
righteous fury leaves no space for fear.
you can always talk to me. about anything, okay? i love you no matter what.
you played [game] in school, didn't you?
no one tolerates boredom worse than the idle rich.
someone needs to be looking after you.
you know you can't actually stop me, right?
i want to be able to look at you.
when you need to, you will understand.
i'm only ever early when i'm afraid.
people talk themselves into the strangest things when they want to look impressive.
in the end, there's no difference between trusting someone and underestimating them.
i think i should be allowed to kill if im jealous
β yes, the knife in your hand! β if she wasn't so busy panicking, she might have wrangled him. wrung his pretty neck and left him to their pursuers. and then ... what? wrestled the knife from him and tried to fight them off? loathe as oriana was to admit it, he was right. there was only so much she could do. the tome at the bottom of the sack seems to pulse in reprimand, or was that her own heartbeat? panic only makes her pulse throb harder when the knife disappears out of her sight. hands clench into fists and she surges forward, half a mind to really strangle him. or shoot him. of all days to run out of bullets.
β you don't know that! mages can be stabbed too! give me your knife, i'll show you myself! β shrill voice rises an octave higher as the sounds of pursuit rise. there's a precious split second where oriana considers her options. free hand almost twitches in the direction of the knife in her boot, only to change courses and grip his arm. a desperate sign of trust in a moment of need. β get us out of here and i'll let you know what's in the bag. β she promises. damn mages and their meddling. damn those other mages and their secrecy too. in her other hand, she clutches her loot to her chest and prays her grip stays tight.
the mage must hold his laughter, though he finds her hysteria quite contagious and lets slip a loose simper, heard only just above the raising shouts and chorus of footsteps nearing their cosy lack of escape. β you could most certainly try. β her grip on his arm brings forth another smile, glinting in the dimmed sunlight if possible as he straightens. their enemies are now well and truly tumbling into view, and though sensing the urgency, howl waits a moment longer, dips to oriana's height to speak quietly amongst themselves. β on a count of three. β then his free arm raises in an enthusiastic wave, voice louder and overtly joyous, calling out to the mages tripping in front of one another to reach them. β brethren! it's been an honour. until next time ? β there are roars of his name - howl, you scoundrel ! come back here ! you'll answer for this ! ... and hers, and shaking fists as he laughs again, fingers wiggling his goodbyes. β one. β no further count, as they are then lifting into the air at speed and leaving their adversaries behind in a cloud of dust and debris from the grimy alleyway, up and away to the safety howl had promised. the air fresh and sunlit, clouds breaking apart at their intrusion as they float high. β actually, please try not to stab me, would you ? if i should come to any harm i should warn you, you will surely plummet to your untimely demise. β graceful tone alight with a relieved amusement, hand coming to rest over her own grip on his arm as he begins walking though the air, urging her to do the same with the incline of his head. β it's much faster if we walk together. you won't fall, i promise. β
AUREATE GAZE SET ON THE LOOK UPON HIS FEATURES, : SENSING THE ATMOSPHERE THAT SURROUNDED HIM EVEN AS SHE APPROACHED. a breath taken in, a way of bracing oneself. ... golden armored boots traverse across the wooden floor ; approaching the table where the wizard sits, chin resting against the palm of his hand &. pout curves his lips downwards. ( she wonders if he even tries to hide it. ) ... a moment of respite gained, one they spend in limsa lominsa ; waiting for the next ship to sail on the morrow. her gaze follows his, &. ah, she detects the cause. the bright colors that make the fabric upon the aesthetician's figure, not to forget the stylish hair &. make - up that adds the finishing touches. &. the attention within the tavern is all on him! ... she sets the flagon down in front of him, as she does her own. β what's wrong howl? β comes the query ; EVEN WHEN THE ANSWER IS KNOWN. &. the response she gains first goes with something alogn the lines of ' oh nothing, nothing ' &. a nonechalant wave of his hand. until, ...
@penrdagon : " just riddled with envy. "
THERE IT IS, : THE HERO CONTAINS A CHUCKLE THAT THREATENS TO ESCAPE, but so soft &. airy it is, that crumbs of it make it past lush lips regardless. β i see, β she responds, divine tongue dipped into amusement. ... she takes a seat, corners of her lips slightly curled upwards. β you know, rather than observe in envy, ... if you'd go and talk to him, i think you would find it pleasant how much in common you two have. β
he thinks he should cease his staring. thinks so and yet does not act on it, narrowed jades piercing the depth of space between them as howl watches the encounter with a worrying lip, chin dropped into his palm and tipped with soured intrigue. kaleidoscopic overcoat neatly draped over his stool, fingertips drumming the worn wood of the table beneath, quietly thinking of how obvious it would be of him to have each of the glasses above the aesthetician's head fall onto him, one by one, ceremoniously smashing against his head and quite possibly rendering him unconscious. though such a thought must be halted as sarastus nears, golden lull of her voice meeting his ears and forcing him to look at her, hand waving in imitated airiness. he should focus on their journey, on the fact that though he is used to movement, his castle's insides do not jostle so like the underbelly of a ship, and he is sorely close to leaving himself ashore. but to know she cares only slight relief, in itself. and it should be known that in his vanity howl has never felt it necessary to hide his emotions, believing well and truly that were he possesses such depth of feeling, everyone should be privileged to bear witness to them. which is why he is honest, though it only earns him the delicate song of her laughter, and his frown worsens.
incredulous scoff rising through his throat, though quiet and completely unchallenging, free hand reaching for his flagon and raising it for a lengthy swallow to gather himself. β pleasant is not the word i would use, my beloved companion. how much we have in common means to compare oneself. β chin leaving its perch in his palm and back straightening in his explanation, dramatics in the gesture of his hand, open - palmed as though to halt her suggestion. β i do not compare to him. or rather, i do think, he does not compare to me. we do not compare to each other. β all fingers but his index curling into the centre of his palm. enunciating the point perfectly. β and i take no issue with his looks. he's quite a beauty, β a struggle to admit, teeth very nearly gritted. his flagon raised again, corner of his lips wiped as it withdraws. β but i can see no one here needs me to tell them such, do they ? i simply wonder how interesting he is. β to have had sarastus' smile aimed at him, to have caught the eye of the other patrons of the tavern, to have caught howl's own eye. he thinks of drowning himself in his cups. in all senses, that he thinks he should find the nearest barrel of ale and sink his head into it, never to resurface - and that he should purchase for himself ten more flagons, enough that he would no longer be able to see straight lines or visible colours, or that stupid, beautiful face that surely rivals his own. let the world sink into one ugly, brown, intolerable mess. such as it is now, such as it will be upon the sea the next morning. he tears his gaze away from where it had settle on the other man, returning his chin to its prior perch and fixing sarastus with an inquisitive expression. β what do you make of him ? he was begging for your attentions quite fiercely. β
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β peak character design is blackened limbs β youβre right. which is why in fantasy verses howlβs limbs blacken as the curse takes hold weeeeeee
