a heart's a heavy burden

Calcifer: Howell

Howl: ...

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early morning walks in the woods with max became a new usual. and then they’d spend their evenings on the beach. when he stumbled upon someone lost eric looked around to see if they were alone because he was honestly worried. 

“oh– would you like some help?”

concerns swiftly fading as her unexpected visitor approached. it appeared she wasn’t the only person in these particular wooded areas. perhaps the world of herbs has reached the ears of many more inquisitive individuals. sophie held her hands behind her back. forehead wrinkled as her gaze darted between the dog and the owner, lips pursed into a faint smile. the connection between evident in the way he stayed close and unleashed. it was sweet to say the least. 

“if you do not mind? or should i say, both don’t mind?”

❄️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   elsa   often   felt   comfort   in   the   woods.   the   tranquility   she   felt   could   not   be   matched   anywhere   else.   peace   was   something   she   often   sought   since   most   times   she   felt   as   though   there   was   a   raging   storm   within.   it   was   exhausting   trying   to   keep   it   at   bay   every   single   waking   moment.   normally,   elsa   was   alone   in   the   forest   but   today   that   wasn’t   the   case   when   an   unfamiliar   figure   came   into   view.   

“   where   are   you   headed   ?   perhaps   i   can   point   you   in   the   right   direction.   ”

when sophie heard a woman's voice, she whirled around to look in that direction. hesitation filling her bones, the fact that she was lost was the least of her problems. but with all that has happened, one could never be too careful. when she saw the unknown face, her anxiety ceased. "goodness," she said with her palm on her chest. 

victor  glanced  around  the  both  of  them  for  a  moment  to  make  sure  he  knew  where  they  were  before  misspeaking.  but  he  eventually  nodded  with  a  reassuring  smile.  ❝  yes  !   i  can  help  lead  the  way.  i  was  just  leaving  as  well.  ❞

momentarily sophie raised her gaze, the corners of her lips hinting at the slightest of smiles expressing gratitude by nodding her head. she was greatful he was. willing to help her. she took a moment to survey their surroundings, the sun peeking out from behind shades of black and green. a beautiful sight if one was willing to stick around a bit longer to capture it. she trailed after him, the sound of crunching leaves breaking the stillness between them. 

flynn nodded thoughtfully at the woman’s response - understanding it, thought it threw him for a loop. he was going to follow up with a shall we go ? regardless of what the answer was, but he didn’t think it would be appropriate to suggest they join each other on a trek to either of their homes. 

“that’s how i feel after a long night at work,” he said with a laugh, before thinking of his own response. “if it’s up to me, i just want to try something new. there’s a sandwich shop a few stops up i’ve been thinking about trying.”

“it feels like that” she laughed quietly to herself while hiding a friendly shy smile behind her hand. "i suppose i can relate, it's always a long night. at least for me it is” sophie could not recall the last time she had a good night's sleep; between her continual reading and chasing after the great wizard, she had forgotten what peace actually felt like. "i'm a little hesitant to try new things. you never know if you'll enjoy it or not. however, it does occasionally sound exciting. 

Howl rolled his eyes as Sophie approached him. He cared for her deeply, he’d venture to say he loved her but she was a force of nature that he feared more often than naught. Yet, he couldn’t help angering her and having her turn her wrath on him. He enjoyed the way her eyes lit up when she yelled at him. 

“Sophie.” He looked to her with a smile. “Did you not kick me out of the house moments ago because I was ‘muttering far too much to be reasonable’ or is an overactive imagination being added to my list of supposed ailments?”

guilty. sophie  took a slight step backward. she curled her lips into a pout in response to the minor defeat she was experiencing. setting her broom down on the ground, rolled her eyes, and looked to the sky. it was a truly wonderful day. luminous and blue and there was not the tiniest chance of precipitation, not that she would have time to even appreciate it. not with a baby, school-aged child to care for, and all the other task she had to make sure where left done and ready. when did she, sophie hatter become a mother? she was not even a witch, and suddenly she appeared to be donning a multitude of hats. she was losing sight of who she was, lost in the roles she had taken. she lowered her sight and confronted the wizard.

victor  had  been  avoiding  the  woods.  it  was  honestly  the  last  place  he  wanted  to  go  as  he  had  this  fear  that  something  would  happen  out  there  that  would  also  randomly  completely  uproot  his  entire  life  again.  he  knew  it  was  irrational,  but  it  kept  him  from  staying  far  away  since  arriving  in  elias.  victor  always  loved  nature  and  found  peace  in  it,  so  not  being  able  to  be  outside  in  the  woods  was  hard  for  him  and  eventually  he  knew  he  needed  to  overcome  his  fear.  

he  was  passing  a  large  tree  when  he  heard  someone  else’s  voice.  turning  to  face  someone,  he  frowned  hearing  that  they  were  lost.  ❝  oh  …  um  …  if  i  may,  i  can  help.  ❞  

sophie was well-aware of the dangers of the world. her mother had taught her that much. to keep calm in the face of danger. not the wisest of lessons. hoping not to draw any more attention. She kept herself small. chin lowered as she turned swiftly in the direction of the voice “my sincerely apologize" an automatic response. 

status: open location: player’s choice 

“ look - we’re obviously both bored out of our minds, so let’s fix it. if you could do anything right now, what would it be ? ”

sophie shifted her gaze away from the book on her lap, realizing that the bus was indeed running late. She took a moment to ponder on the question "if I could do anything." sure she wished she could accomplish a lot of things. but her string of bad luck seemed to just follow her everywhere she went.

Howl had been busier than he ever had been in his long life. He’d traveled further than he’d ever thought to, all in search for a way to put a stop to Maleficent. The Fairy inched closer and closer to achieving control of the town. He was relieved for the natural light in the town’s residents that kept her at bay. He’d spent too much time cooped up in his home and was driving Sophie crazy with his muttering so he took his books and moved outside of the apothecary. He’d set up a couple of tables out here not only for this purpose, but for others to come and have a moment of peace. He was lost to the world as he poured over the magical book on the table. He could be very focused when he wanted to be. 

sophie was driven insane by the wizard's persistent concern for that evil fairy, who created more problems than she caused. the young lady didn’t understand why he had to be part of everything. always searching for solutions that didn’t involve him. she stepped out of philemon's nursery after nestling him into the little crocheted blanket she had created for him, and stood in silence at the chaos surrounding her. the mess she would clean up after finding the exact same wizard who believed books should be left on the ground rather than on their shelves, and that thought ignoring her was a good idea.   

upon opening the door and seeing him comfortably perched with a book on the table, she said, "howl." 

location: in the woods 

time: dawn

this was different. sophie found herself disoriented. unsual for her, as she generally had a decent sense of direction. staring at her surroundings , she found herself in a region of the woods she had never been to before. “if i came from there-” she pointed at one path, wishing she had tied a ribbon around a tree, or taken a map. something. 

"goodness, i’m so very lost” 

"hey, starlight," he said as he watched her walk past him as she left ballet practice. 

brutalteague·:

closed starter for fight club location: dante and josh’s home. 

the yearly fight club friendsgiving party had started. ben had been there all day ‘helping’ but it just meant drinking beer and bothering everyone while they cooked and set up. “i don’t understand why i can’t carve the turkey.” ben huffed, as he took a swig of his drink. “dante does it every year! it should be my turn next.” ben sighed as she continued stiring whatever was in the pan. “all i get to do is stir this stupid stuff.” 

Kieran never felt as comfortable as he did when he was with his silly little friend group. Sure, they drove him up a wall most of the time but they also made him feel normal. He had been ordered to sift some flour for one thing or another, who really knew, and he was placing in back down next to Ben. “That’s because you’d find some way or another to send someone to the hospital…again.” He turned to lean on the counter as he watched Ben stir. He swiped Ben’s half-finished beer and gagged. “How can you drink this stuff?” He looked over to his brother and laughed, “You look lost, Asher.” 

( @sophichatter· )

asher stared at the eggs in the bowl; he had wandered into the kitchen like a lost puppy, and now he was left counting eggs confused as heck. his memory failing him. did the cookie recipe ask for three or four eggs? scratching his head, he picked up his head, looking up at kieran and ben. “who thought this was a good idea?” he chuckled while cracking another egg for good measure.

“why would anyone trust ben with the hardest job?” a sly smirk crossed his face as he searched for josh.

“JOSHHH stop kissing dante and get the hell in here.”

{⋅-: ⚘  :-⋅}  task 25:

                       𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣 (𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕣) 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟

ᴛʜɪs ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀʟᴀsᴛᴏʀ ᴏʀ ᴀsʜᴇʀ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ. ʜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴅᴇsᴛ sᴏɴ ᴏғ sᴏᴘʜɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡʟ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ sᴛʀɪᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴇsᴇᴍʙʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴡʟ. ᴡᴇʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ʟɪᴋᴇ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴏɴ. ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏғ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴄʟᴜʙ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴄʟᴏᴡɴ. ʜɪs ᴅᴀʏs ᴀs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɪs ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ғʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏs ᴀʀᴇ ғᴀʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ. ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜɪs ᴍᴇɴᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴏғᴛᴇsᴛ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇsᴛ ᴍᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇs ғᴏʀ, ᴏʀ ʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏss ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ғᴇɴᴄᴇ.

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inspired by :peter quill (mcu), shinjirou chikami (belle), derek shepherd (greys anatomy), tidus (final fantasy), finn (adventure time), damianos of akielos (captive prince), hopeless opus - imagine dragons ( song ), etc.

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“yes! yes, i am.” serena curled her hair behind her ear, suddenly bashful at being officially called one. “i just realised now i don’t … i don’t actually describe myself as such. but officially, yes, i suppose i am a seamstress.” her smile became a little proud. 

serena accepted the hat in her hands, holding it with the utmost care as she inspected it. “i love it. i can tell it’s been made and worn with a lot of love,” she said with a happy sigh. “i’m glad it carries happy memories for you. i …” she paused, trying to think of what happened to first thing she ever sewed. a little doll for herself, taken by her father — “i don’t know what happened to the first thing i made,” she chuckled, the sound a little forced. “how, um, how long would it take you to make a hat?”

“may i ask why not?" sophia's mouth curved into a smile as curiosity overcame her, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.  she shook her head, feeling a bit uneasy. “ goodness it's never my intention to pry or overstep, you don’t have to answer if you don’t feel comfortable”

the witch took notice of the careful and reverent manner in which she examined her hat “it holds cherished memories, both pleasant and equally heartbreaking.” her focus on the ribbon and the dried flowers that were being held tightly. 

"i do hope you find it again someday, ” 

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dressmaking was definitely not belle’s thing. she loved to create, but her mind was too impatient to take the necessary steps to learn how to sew. a dress, as an example, was currently beyond belle’s talents despite all the encouragement she had gotten from the woman at the drycleaner’s. she’d wanted to try making a ‘lady of the lake’ costume for halloween at the library, so she’d bought some shimmery fabric (the last from its roll) as a top layer. 

now, knowing it was too difficult for her to make at the moment, she wanted to return it. 

heading inside, she showed a rushed but friendly smile at the woman blocking the entryway. in belle’s arms was the roll of shimmery fabric. “hi! sorry, can i just get in?”

the fabric's shimmer casted a glimmer on her hand causing her to pick up her glaze now being faced with a young woman who desperately needed to enter, and whom was waiting for sophie to give room. the witches face flushed with pure embarrassment as she said with a faint friendly smile, "so sorry" and stepped aside to let the woman enter the business. 

"normally, i'm not this disorganized."