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willczek-art · 1 month

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Linocut bookmark with me and @bratniadusza 's spooky ghosthunter boys!! :³

#linocut #bookmark #ghosthunters #oc art #my oc #friend's oc #Bratnia Dusza's OC Ollie #oc Andy Cullen #ghosthunters au #haunted howls #school stuff #uken

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 1 year

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not to minimize the gravity of war, but i need more people to know about:

Bicycle Warfare

bicycles have several advantages over horses & fuel-powered vehicles, with the result that bicycle infantry has in fact played a significant role in 20th century warfare...

it turns out that warfare sometimes involves battalions of bicycle-riding soldiers. (and while i personally am sick of war films, I'm willing to make an exception here because there really needs to be a movie about this.)

#the cavalry has arrived! and it has spokes #also the night after learning this i had a brief but memorable nightmare of being chased by a herd of feral bicycles #no riders. just a mob of bloodthirsty howling bicycles #it haunts me still...

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goingtoast · 1 month

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Hehe my submission for the guess that artist game in the haunting heroes discord :> i love howls and thought anger management fit perfectly ^^ additional thoughts on who’s who under the cut, everyone did an incredible job and i had a ton of fun! Many thanks to @noir-renard for hosting/organizing!

Ofc up to interpretation but witch of the wastes! Vlad cursing jazz and wanting to get danny (Calcifer) through Jason (howl) makes me >:)

Sorry to tim for making him turnip head but he also fit too well as the cursed missing prince (or billionaire ceo ;))

+ kind of antagonist Bruce (madame suliman) having a lot of miscommunication/ emotional constipation around Jason but they work it out in the end

#danny phantom #dp x dc #fanart #my art #dc #dp #dpxdc #phanart #anger management #Jason Todd #jazz Fenton #Timothy drake #Damian Wayne #ace the bat hound #howls moving castle #alternate universe #crossover #haunting heroes discord

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crow-stars · 4 months

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❝LET'S GO ICE SKATING❞

❦summary; ice skating can be such a fun time, though that may depend on whether you're new to the rink or have a bit of experience under your belt. ♪the characters in this story; savannaclaw; leona kingscholar, ruggie bucchi, jack howl, gn!reader ✎word count; ~626 words ❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous, school trip to an ice skating rink, falling chatacters, first times on ice, mentions of climates in respective twst characters homeland, fun times ☛the author's notes; nothing to note... ☪look at the catalogue?

❛LEONA KINGSCHOLAR❜

❀ Leona would not come on the ice willingly

❀ Convince him please

❀ It would be really hard to get him onto the ice because he does not want to go ice skating

❀ If you do manage to get him on the ice, congratulations! Now you have to convince him to move.

❀ No, I’m serious, even if he gets onto the ice, he won’t be moving.

❀ Like, he’s just standing there, hands in his pockets and that usual stare on his face

❀ Now, I don’t think Leona has ever really encountered ice since he lives in the Sunset Savanna

❀ Though it does get really cold at night in savannas I think, so he would be used to the cold

❀ Leona would be the type of person to wear short sleeves during the cold seasons and say it’s not cold enough

❀ Anyways, I think he’d hate ice skating

❀ Leona would definitely prefer to be inside than out here on the ice

❀ You will have to drag him along with you to get him to actually move around on the ice

❀ And after like thirty minutes he says he’s tired and will get off the ice with you in tow

❀ You wanted to keep skating?

❀ Too bad, you’re going back to the dorm home with Leona and will be drinking a hot cup of hot choccy

❀ But I think that would be nice too

❛RUGGIE BUCCHI❜

❀ Okay, I think he’d enjoy ice skating actually

❀ I think Ruggie would actually kinda like ice skating

❀ Like, he’s going so fast, look at him go!

❀ Half the time he’s like “look at me!” and tries to do something, and fails

❀ He doesn’t take it against him and he’s quick to get back up to try again

❀ I think he’d be one to try to encourage you to join him as well

❀ It’s cute, to see him being all giddy and stuff.

❀ Please watch him, he’ll get so happy and a happy Ruggie is adorable.

❀ I think he’d actually really like ice skating due to the fact that he didn’t have many opportunities for leisure back home and it doesn’t snow in the Sunset Savanna

❀ Imagine him rambling about wanting to take the kids from his hometown ice skating oh my gosh

❀ Ruggie would definitely want to come back again, but this time somehow manage to bring the other kids to mess around on the ice

❀ He wouldn’t mind going one on one, but Ruggie would probably wanna bring others along

❀ And, afterwords, you can treat him to hot chocolate, hehehe

❛JACK HOWL❜

❀ Like Trey, he knows how to ice skate

❀ Except, this time, he does it not only out of necessity but for himself as well

❀ He has two younger siblings, so he has to make sure that they aren’t breaking their noses on the ice

❀ But I think he also wanted to learn from like an exercise standpoint

❀ Like, I don’t know what bones or muscles you exercise during ice skating, but Jack definitely wants to exercise those

❀ I looked it up, you’re exercising your legs

❀ Anyway

❀ I definitely think that ice skating would be a nice freetime activity for Jack when time and weather permits

❀ So Jack is pretty stable when it comes to being on the ice

❀ Even Ace won’t be able to drag him down

❀ I like think that Jack would like pick one of his friends up and skate around with them in his arms

❀ Picked up from under the arms and held up like a cat

❀ Jack would probably be off doing his own thing on the ice

❀ Though if you or any of his friends are having trouble on the ice, Jack would probably skate over to help

❀ He would definitely give tips on ice skating if you want

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snakegorl212006 · 11 months

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The “Little Things” they do(Savanaclaw)

--------------------Jack------------------------ I assumed he ran out of energy again. The gym was a mess. Weights everywhere,water on the floor, even bars. Almost like a hurricane passed though. Not wanting a mess I began cleaning. Putting weights in the correct spot and order, bars on handles and water cleaned up. While finishing up i felt a cold heavy weight on my back. Although I was a bit startled, I had a feeling it was jack behind me. I sighed slightly and began walking him out of the gym and to his old room. Surely ghosts need rest. I plopped him down on the bed even though he's barely visible. He looked like some miserable dog with his ears down, almost defeated expression. I felt bad. "I’m gonna leave so you can chill” I said as I stood up and began to leave the room “I'm sorry” jack mumbled. I turned around to see he'd faded out. Wonder what he’s sorry about. ---------------------Ruggie----------------------------------- “Ok this is getting ridiculous” i mumbled. “Ruggie” I called out the ghost “yesss” he answer as he peeked through the door “have you been rearranging or stealing my clothes” i asked “hmmmm… maybe” he replied “seriously?” i asked “nope” he smiled and i sighed “can you just give them back” i asked “what would you give me” he smirked mischievously “i have nothing of interest unless you want me to make you food” i offered “hmm.. Donuts and your attention for a day.” he said “ok fine just give me my clothes back” i huffed he smiled widely and disappeared.

The day has gone by and as promised, Ruggie would give my things back by tonight. Once I returned to my room, a large pile of clothes and other miscellaneous things layed on my bed. The more I sifted through, the more disturbing the items got. Cloths to my underwear to missing soap bottles to my chapstick/lipsticks. What was he doing with all this --------------------Leona--------------------------- “Chess? Sure I doubt I remember how to play” i stated “don’t worry about it just sit down” leona said. I shrugged and sat on the table across from leona. There on the table was a classical chess set. “You go first,” Leona said. We committed plays back and forth. We barely spoke so the birds in the gardens occupied the focus atmosphere. “It’s kinda random you invited me here” i said as i placed down a pawn “ghost around here invite you all the time. How is this any different” he replied playing down his rook “well.. You barely acknowledge my presence nor care to move out the way when I’m cleaning the wing so i assume you want nothing to do with me” i replied “well you suddenly appeared in my manor how else was i supposed to react to you” he scoff “should i just leave then” i teased as i placed down my piece. Suddenly he grabbed my wrist and twisted it forcing me out of my chair “leona what the-” i was interrupted by coughing. My body felt weak and dry causing me to cough violently “leave then i have no choice but to kill you” he spoke calmly as he moved his pieces “checkmate” he started dropping my wrist . my body regained normal functions and that dryness faded away although that didn’t stop the coughing. I looked down at my hands and the floor to check for signs of blood,fortunately there was none… when i turned back to the table to scold even yell at this guy he’s already left the scene. What even was that?

#twisted wonderland haunted au #twisted wonderland ghost au #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere leona x reader #yandere ruggie bucchi x reader #yandere jack howl x reader #yandere leona kingscholar x reader #yandere ruggie x reader #yandere jack x reader

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demonichikikomori · 6 months

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Hungry Like A Wolf

Jack Howl x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.1k+ Tags: You Want the Fucking Truth?! There Is No Fridge! I Lied!/Reader is a Hornball/Suggestive Content/Body Worship(?)

Art by yrnd102 on Twitter!

It's the Devil once more! I live again today! Welcome back to 13 Lovely Hauntings! I want to write for Jack more. Real Jack Howl nastiness... Soon... But, please enjoy!~!

SUMMARY:

You get to be the waterboy at Jack's track meet. Sitting and watching him stretch leaves your mind to wander.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you rested your elbows on your knees and your chin in your palms. Your face was slowly warming up in the chilly morning air as you eyed the sight before you. “He looks good even when he’s doing nothing…” You muttered under your breath as Jack peeled his purple and black track jacket off of his shoulders. He barked at the underclassmen to start stretches as he draped the garment over this thick, strong arm.

The NRC track team needed a “waterboy” for their meet, and who were you to deny extra cash, a free vacation from Grim, and an excellent view? The whole situation was surreal. You had been crushing on Jack since you were freshmen, and seeing him mature so much over the years left you feeling like he had you by the throat each time you saw him. He just didn’t know it. His skull was as dense as the fur on his tail, and you’d rather it stay that way.

You pressed your thighs tightly together with your eyes trained on Jack, watching him supervise the morning stretches with the younger students. His grouchy expression and stern tone led you into one of many fantasies; if he was this rough towards others… What was he like in bed?

Jack always treated you so kindly when you were together. He was so big and tall, always helping you get things from places not even your tip toes could help you reach. You could see his muscles flexing under his clothes with each slight movement and you always admired how big his hands were compared to yours. You always felt so warm and secure when you would hug him, feeling his hardened body against yours while resisting the urge to press your face into his thick pecs and palm them with your wandering hands. You could always hear how loud his heart was pounding when you clung to him or rushed him for a hug. Even when he would complain, he never discarded you.

It made you daydream about how his callused hands would feel roaming your skin. Would he touch you slowly? Like you were made of fragile glass and see through paper? Or would he caress you feverishly, his nails raking along your skin as he expressed his goatish intentions with only the snaking glide of his fingers. Would he tug at your clothes? Rip them off? Let you undress as he waited patiently for you to finish? Maybe you would tease him, leaving your underwear for last as you pulled at the waistband playfully… As you studied Jack, you noticed exchanging watchful eyes. His gold colored gaze was sharp and narrow, as if he was studying you just as you were studying him. But without the sexual appetite. You tore yourself away from the sight of him as your ears began to burn in shame. Instead, you placed your attention on the rival team doing their warm ups.

Their captain was cute… But he wasn’t Jack.

You rolled your eyes and sat up straight, crossing one leg over the other as the staff continued to set up for the meet. With moments like this, you wished for Grim’s loud mouth and company. Lest you start daydreaming again. Daydreaming about how big Jack might be. You had overheard locker-room talk through the halls about how the beastman was nothing to scoff at when he stripped down. If you thought stealing glances during classes was a shock, imagine seeing the full thing. Heavy and thick, a clear sign that he was pent up. You couldn’t help but imagine how turned on you would be to just hold him in your hands. To stroke him all the way from his flushed leaking tip down to the fluffy hairs at his base. How he would rest a hand on the back of your head and bring the salty crown to your lips. To silently beg you to part your lips and allow him to push his cock inside.

Your eyes snapped back to Jack, continuing to coach the track team as they warmed up. His body looked so stiff and rigid. You knew that by letting him use your throat raw, he would have a much more lax attitude. You knew his cock wouldn’t bulge in his jeans, a clear imprint that was hard for you to ignore.

How would it feel crammed down your throat? Cutting off your air as he pumped relentlessly in and out of our mouth. Would he hump your face like he was some dumb beast? Would tug at your hair in a strong fisted grip to hold you still? Would he use your face as a fleshlight? A cheap toy to help him release all of that pent up stress? Would he force your face against his crotch? Forcing your nose to nuzzle into the silver colored pubes at the base of his shaft? Would he make you gag on it? Choke? You know that Jack would whine and grunt above you, letting out soft, embarrassing noises as he came undone. Would he give you thick loads of his sperm, holding your nose plugged and his cock buried until you swallowed it all down? Maybe he would make you open your mouth and spit it into your hands cupped beneath your chin? Would he pull away and paint your face instead? Maybe he would hold back? Your eyes lingered along his muscular thighs, darting away once your eyes locked a second time. He definitely noticed that time. Was he angry? If he was, how would he confront you? The excitement quickly replaced the anxiety.

You wanted to feel Jack pounding you. To have him buried deep inside of your guts out of frustration. To feel his tight, bruising grip around your waist as you begged him over and over to slow down. To let you take a break. To be gentle despite his animalistic urges. You wanted to feel his semen overflowing from your holes. You wanted to feel how rough he could get. You wanted to experience how gentle he could be.

“Ahem.”

The sound of the track captain clearing his throat caused you to shoot up in your seat. Jack stood before you with his thick, strong arms crossed over the width of his chest. You hadn’t noticed him walking up to you. The track team seemed to be mumbling and chuckling at the sight, expecting you to get a scolding of some kind. The beastman was frowning as he looked down at you on the bench where you attempted to sit still. Your face was hot as you sat shamefully silent in front of him, refusing to lift your head as you uncrossed your legs and pressed your knees together. “I can smell you from all the way over there.” He whispered with a growl lining his tone, throwing a short nod to where he once stood with the others. You dragged your teeth against your lower lip and watched with wide eyes as his tail began to wag.

Maybe your fantasy would become a reality after the meet.

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natade-art · 1 year

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im an anime/video game character artist above all but just know i am a victoria pedretti in the haunting series fan

#haunting of hill house #haunting of bly manor #nell crain #dani clayton #drswing real ppl is so hard (werewolf ripping open shirt howling)

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jupiterlandings · 16 days

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Rip Laios Touden, you would have loved Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern 🙏🏻

#ramblings #the sequel to that damn howl pendragon post that haunts my notifications #dungeon meshi #laios touden

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dawn-moths · 2 years

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“Weekend in Paradise”

Howl Pendragon x Female Reader

word count: 4,900+

(Every year for your anniversary, you and Howl take a weekend trip to some quaint, romantic little town to see some sights, try the local cuisine, and be reminded how lucky you two were to fall in love.)

disclaimer/content warning: no explicit smut, mostly just tender kisses, established relationship, this is just pure romantic devotion because i’m sad and need something soft and non-angsty right now.

*ao3 mirror*

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“How do I look?” you asked as you gave a graceful twirl, the long skirt of your dress furling out around you in a cascade of pastel yellow, your giggles filling the room like rays of warm sunlight. You held your beautiful new hat to your head, the one with the white silk ribbon tied around the base, ending your spin with a small curtsy.

“Gorgeous, as always,” Howl replied smoothly with that signature charming smile of his as he walked towards you, pulling you in close to his side for a gentle embrace. You turned to face him, nuzzling your cheek closer into his chest, reaching up to loosely drape your arms over his shoulders, your grin widening with glee. He asked you, “Have you packed everything? Need any more help?”

“No, I’m pretty sure I have everything,” you responded, pulling away just enough to look up into his crystal blue eyes, his gaze as clear and sure as the late spring skies. “But what about you?” you then continued with a teasing lilt. “You’ve been packing for days, it seems. Weeks, even!”

Howl let out a soft chuckle, beginning to guide you out of the room with one arm still lovingly secured around your waist. “I think I’ve narrowed it down,” he joked. In the main living area, at the top of the short staircase leading to the front door, sat his suitcase which still appeared to be bursting at the seams with how many clothes he’d managed to shove inside.

You’d jokingly warned him he better not use magic to make more fit. Knowing Howl, he’d try to take his entire closet with him, if he thought he could get away with it.

And so you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you’d heard him grumbling under his breath when he’d first began trying to pack about how he wasn’t sure which shirts or coats or shoes to bring with him because he wasn’t sure what mood he’d be in during your trip.

You’d just shaken your head at him, hands on your hips as a smile spread across your face.

“It doesn’t matter what you wear,” you’d tried to reason with him. “We’re only going away for a weekend. Just pick a couple options and you’ll be fine.”

“Oh, but you don’t understand!” he’d sighed dramatically, running his bejeweled-ring adorned fingers through his silky shoulder length hair. “Who knows what the weather will be like and, not to mention accounting for any spontaneous activities we encounter on the way!”

You couldn’t help yourself from laughing, covering your mouth with one hand as if that would hide your amusement at his theatrics. “You’re going to end up being severely overdressed, aren’t you?” you asked.

Howl wore a playful smirk, then lifted a finger to accentuate his point when he replied, “Ah, but you see, even for something as simple as a picnic in the park, there’s no such thing as being overdressed, so long as you look your very best.”

You rolled your eyes, strolling over to help him shut his suitcase, in the end having to sit on top of it while he used a bit of magic to smush the rest down, tugging the zipper with nearly enough strength to snap the poor thing off in order to close it.

He’d pecked you on the cheek then, muttering a quiet, “Thank you, dear,” before helping you down from off the mountain of his packed belongings.

He did this every year, which you reminded him of— that on your anniversary vacation he always tended to get carried away.

But at least now that it was time to depart he’d seemed to have made up his mind.

“Oh, are you guys leaving now?” Markl asked as he popped his head around the corner, having come down from his room to see the two of you off.

“Indeed we are, Markl!” Howl responded to the boy triumphantly, walking towards his apprentice with his hands on his hips. “Are you and Calcifer going to be alright running things while we’re gone?”

“We’ll be fine…” Calcifer droned from his place at the hearth, flames glowing bright. “As long as Markl makes sure I have enough firewood, at least…”

“I already told you,” the boy remarked with indignance. “I’ll bring you firewood every morning and every night!”

Howl rustled the little boy’s auburn hair, causing his frown and scowl to fade back into a smile. “I’m counting on you to hold down the fort until we return, alright, Markl?”

Markl gave a playful solute, ensuring the wizard his castle was in good hands.

Howl then turned and addressed you when he heard you begin to pull your suitcase closer to the door, assuring you that you didn’t need to trouble yourself and that he’d get it for you.

“We’ll be late,” you informed him with an almost guilty smile, hating to hurry his goodbyes along, but, well…

If you didn’t keep an eye on the clock then no one would.

“Alright, everyone!” Howl called to his apprentice and fire demon, Hin puffing out a wheeze of a bark from his resting place under the table. “Take care and we’ll see you soon!” He then came to grab both of your suitcases, heading towards the door with you trailing after him.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Calcifer muttered passive-aggressively as he grabbed another piece of the firewood that was stacked beside him. “You two just go galavanting about while I stay here and do all the work!”

“Oh, don’t be upset,” you smiled over your shoulder at the fire demon as Howl turned the colored dial on the door to a new one he’d added just last week, one that was a light lavender shade. “I’ll bring you back a souvenir. I hear they make the most delicious macarons in the town we’re visiting!”

That made the fire demon soften up a little, trying to suppress a bashful grin as he replied, “Well, alright… Maybe if you bring me back a few…”

And with that, you and Howl departed, the door swinging open to reveal a quaint little sea-side town as you turned to give one final wave to Markl who waved back and wished you both safe travels with a beaming grin.

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It was a sunny day— a perfect day— and the early afternoon light sparkled off the surface of the calm sea, a scattered line of sailboats gently swaying on the horizon. The village was quiet, peaceful, the sounds of a few seagulls cawing to each other overhead as they glided under the cotton candy clouds harmonizing with the whisper of the water lightly rocking against the cliff sides and a sweet melody of a guitar being strummed somewhere in the distance. The warm spring breeze was just gentle enough to make your dress and hair drift a little bit in the direction that it blew.

“Oh, Howl!” you said through a breath of awe, unable to tear your gaze from the lovely scene. “It’s beautiful! How did you find this place?”

“I just happened upon it a little while back,” he admitted nonchalantly with an elegant shrug, movements always smooth and fluid. “I’ve been saving it for today.”

The two of you began up the hillside, you offering to take your suitcase back and Howl only allowing you to carry it once you told him that you wished to hold hands and you couldn’t do that if he carried both bags. Yours wasn’t heavy, as you’d only packed for two days since you were only going to be gone two days. You couldn’t speak for Howl (who’d probably squeezed a few extra articles of clothing into his bag at the last minute), though you were willing to bet he was using magic to assist him in lugging a generous portion of his wardrobe up towards the pastel cottage-esque bed and breakfast you’d be staying in.

You both checked into the romantic little inn and the man at the front desk handed Howl the key to your room, a little blue ribbon tied in a bow at the end of the shiny gold object.

Howl thanked the man, sliding him a few folded bills as a tip, and then continued down the hall where you both went up a short, spiraling staircase, Howl insisting on carrying your things up the climb. That time, you let him have his way.

Once at the top, he stopped at the door, hesitating. He then turned to you, holding the key out for you to take. “I think you should open it,” he suggested with a calm smile. “There’s a surprise waiting inside.”

Unsure of what you were about to walk into, you slowly took the key from his lithe grasp and went to unlock the door, pushing it open to reveal—

“Oh my gosh, Howl!” you took one step into the room, then two. “How did you— Is this magic? How did you do all this?”

The entire suite was decorated with all kinds of flowers— roses and tulips and orchids— but the majority of them consisted of your favorites, which were white lilies and delicate little bluebells. It complemented the cool tones of the furniture, like moonlight and vanilla, pearls and white wine.

There were little butterflies sculpted and etched into the details of things like the ornate frame around the oval mirror hanging above the fireplace and the headboard of the plush, king-sized bed that was stacked with an array of pillows, the texture of each one slightly different.

“I might’ve used a little,” he admitted as he came to stand beside you, lightly tugging you by the waist back to his side and kissing your forehead when you looked up at him with adoration and bewilderment in your eyes, hands clasped together in front of your chest, almost unable to believe that this place wasn’t a dream. That he wasn’t a dream.

Howl went to set your suitcases by the end of the bed as you took a closer look around, continuing to turn about the room slowly, taking it all in. Eventually you drifted back towards him, your own two feet guiding you back into his arms, guiding you back home.

“Happy anniversary,” Howl spoke in a low, quiet tone. Then he wrapped you up in his comforting embrace, his lips meeting yours for a tender kiss.

“Happy anniversary…” you replied with a lingering smile, foreheads pressed together, lightly nudging your nose to his. Your cheeks already were beginning to burn from how much you’d been smiling, so much joy filling your heart even as your romantic weekend together had barely begun.

“Now…” Howl suggested cooly, going over to pull the sheer curtains away from one set of windows to get a better view of the glittering water just outside and down the hill. He extended a hand to you, gently guiding you towards him so you could admire the scene as well, his chest pressed to your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder as his arms once again wrapped themselves around your waist. His gaze flicked from you to the view before landing back on you. He gave a slightly mischievous grin before asking, “Shall we?”

So, walking arm in arm, the two of you headed out of the beautiful inn where you probably could’ve just stayed all weekend— just you and him amongst the scent of the lilies and bluebells and the quiet crackling of a gentle fire— and headed back into the positively picturesque village, excited to see what else it had in store.

***

You’d been strolling about the town for a couple of hours, always with hands clasped or elbows interlocked, never breaking away from each other’s touch for more than a few seconds. Similar couples passed by as you ventured down the cobblestone streets, staring and pointing out at the sights that you’d just passed or were soon to venture upon.

You’d taken a tour of the nearby beach, collecting some of the little multi-colored pebbles that composed the shore as keepsakes to carry around, finding your favorites and trading ones that you thought each other would like, trying your hand at tossing others into the sea.

When Howl skipped a stone perfectly for the third time in a row, you gave him a look— one that said with playful accusation, “you’re cheating”— and Howl gave you a cheeky wink, pulling another one of those adorable giggles from you that he loved so much.

Then you’d headed towards the square where a fountain with a flawless marble statue of an angelic looking woman playing a mandolin stood ethereally in the center of the clear, flowing water, reflective sunlight glittering like gold dust over the surface, some local children tossing shiny silver coins in and making wishes. You imagined that Markl probably would’ve joined them, had he been here.

“Oh, what’s that?” you asked as you pointed towards some smoke rising from a chimney a few streets down.

“Why don’t we go find out?” Howl asked, whisking you away towards the mystery.

When you came upon the building the chimney belonged to, you saw it was a bakery, the smells of fresh sourdough bread and delectable chocolate pastries wafting outside from the open window. The sign on the door said it was soon to close for the day, but perhaps, if you were lucky, they wouldn’t be sold out of everything just yet.

“After you,” Howl remarked with a graceful nod and the extending of his hand towards the interior as he opened the bakery’s glass door for you, dainty little bells jingling overhead to signal your arrival.

Inside, tiny fairy creatures were painted on the ceiling and ivy plants hung like festival flags from corner to corner. Cupcakes frosted with pastel pinks and purples and blues were spaced evenly behind the glass counter, cute bite sized cheesecakes or single-serving pies placed a little further down. It smelled even better on the inside, the rich fudges and spicy cinnamon and nutmegs of the bakery mingling together in perfect harmony.

“Well, hello there!” a pleasant woman greeted as she walked out from the back room, a few smudges of powdered sugar and caramel drizzles spotting her multi-colored, patchwork apon. “Welcome! What can I help you with today?”

“Oh, well, it all looks so good…” You contemplated as you scanned your options from behind the display case, a finger tapping your chin as you tried to decide. You then looked back to Howl and asked with an eager smile, “What do you think?”

“I think perhaps we ought to choose a few to share,” he replied, kneeling down to get a closer look.

You nodded your head, kneeling down as well. “I think you’re right.”

So, after choosing four of the bakeries freshly made desserts, wishing the woman (who’d been very helpful in recommending the most popular pastries as well as her own personal favorites) a good day, the two of you began to head towards the docks to watch the sunset behind the sailboats and continue to enjoy the fresh air and lovely weather.

But then, just as the sea was coming back into sight, Howl suddenly seemed to have a change of plans.

“I have a better idea,” he announced, his gaze following a couple who was riding down the main path on seafoam green bicycles.

There was a bike rental station right at the corner, only two more left as if they’d been waiting there specifically for you and him.

So, with each of you carrying your desserts in the little wicker baskets attached to the front of the bikes, you took a leisurely ride further through town, venturing to the outskirts where you found a vast, sprawling field dotted with little white daisies nestled between a canopy of maple trees, dappled light freckling you both from between the star-shaped leaves.

You both decided to stop there for an evening picnic, finishing your pastries after Howl summoned a fluffy blue and white checkered blanket and placed it perfectly over the lush grass.

Little yellow butterflies flitted around, occasionally landing on a nearby flower to enjoy a sweet snack of their own, or simply drifting on the breeze. At one point, one of them fluttered over to land on the top of your head, slowly opening and closing its wings as you remained perfectly still.

Howl propped up on his side as he lay across the picnic blanket, admiring the rare moment with so much fondness you could’ve sworn the definition of the word became the color of his eyes.

“Perhaps he was a friend from a past life,” he commented with a soft grin. “He seems to really like you.”

You carefully lifted a finger to where you could feel the delicate creature perched upon you, coaxing it to crawl onto your hand, and when it did you slowly lowered it to your eye level, smiling at the insect dreamily.

“He’s beautiful…” you whispered, afraid if you raised your voice too much it would scare it away.

Howl leaned in a little closer, also moving cautiously on account of the butterfly. “Of course he is,” he began, his azure gaze drifting back to you. “Beauty has a way of finding beauty…”

As the butterfly caught the next soft gust of wind to flutter further into the field of daisies, you met eyes with Howl.

He always knew what to say, but never in a way that felt forced or inauthentic.

When Howl told you things like that, gave you charming compliments, it was always because he truly believed it, meant it from the most honest parts of his heart.

Yet, for some reason, every time he spoke such pretty words to you, it caught you off guard, as if you still weren’t accustomed to such genuine observations.

“Howl…” was all you could sigh out as he closed the gap between the two of you for another kiss, this one more passionate than the soft pecks he’d gifted you thus far, but no less tender. It was the kind that warmed you from the inside out, made you float even further into the fantasy only to remember that this was your reality, however unbelievably perfect.

After you both had gotten your fill of each other’s own unique brand of sweetness, Howl carefully brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze unable to leave you as he murmured, the tiniest twinge of guilt laced into his rich baritone, “I know we just had dessert, but there was technically a dinner reservation booked for us tonight…”

Your eyes, which had been tracking his graceful hands, migrated back to those bewitching blues. Again, you were met with a gaze that made you think— made you know— that you were his entire world. That, even in a place as mesmerizing as this, he would always find you the most entrancing, enticing thing to admire.

He turned a little apologetic then, eyebrows pinched a fraction as his smile fell slightly crooked. “Or, we could just go back to the inn and have a meal there…?”

Now it was your turn to smile, putting him at ease with the soft expression, saying, “We have all night to enjoy the inn…” You took one of his hands in both of yours, studying his long, delicate fingers, too pretty to be as strong and sure as they were. “Let’s go to dinner.”

So you rode your bikes back into town and parked them right outside the restaurant, under the dim glow of a street lantern, the sky just beginning to shift into the navy of night, the last peach hues of the fading day lining the horizon with a thin streak of periwinkle between them.

The path leading to the eatery was lined with glowing, blown glass orbs, flecks of mint green and gold freckling the delicate sculptures and casting speckles of color at your feet as you crossed over the mosaic stones.

Your table was seated outside, facing the ocean, which had gone dark now, the moonlight casting a silvery trim along the waves, a majority of the sailboats docked but a few stray vessels still illuminated and hosting late night patrons who drank wine and traded merriment as they rocked upon the water.

You liked watching them, sneaking glances throughout your meal, the echoes of their joy only furthering your own contentment as you and Howl clinked glasses, toasting to a wonderful first day of your anniversary weekend, what was sure to be a wonderful night to continue.

“What are you thinking about, my love?” Howl eventually asked, catching you staring wistfully at the sea, melancholy weaving into your usual mirth.

Your attention turned back to him, looking a little caught off guard, as if you hadn’t even realized you’d been in a daze. “What am I— Oh…” Now your gentle smile reappeared, though still tinted with a tiny hint of somberness.

Your hand slid across the tabletop to find his, which turned over to clasp gently around your own with a gentle protection. “It’s just…” you began, watching as Howl’s thumb caressed the top of your hand. “Sometimes I think about how things were before I met you… How dull they seemed. But then you came into my life and suddenly there was so much color, so much life…” Your grin brightened a little bit then, and you chuckled out a teasing, “Definitely a lot more drama.” Even Howl found amusement at that, he couldn’t deny it.

Your view turned back out to the sea, the twinkling lights of the sailboat shimmering off the water. “And it’s just… Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve it all…”

Howl’s expression dropped, morphing into concern— nearly into shock.

“What you did to— Well that’s obvious, don’t you think?” You looked back to him, blinking twice, a little confused. He took both your hands in his, grip flexing a fraction over your palms as his brows knit with worry. Turning a little more serious, he cleared his throat and said, “You deserve this and more. So much more. And I would do anything— anything— to give it to you.”

“Howl…” Sighing each other’s names was an emotion in its own right, between the two of you, a coded declaration of your love. “You give me more than enough. What I mean to say is that…” You leaned in a little closer to him, scooting your chair forward a few inches, tenderly cupping his cheek in one of your velvety palms. “What I mean to say, is that I never thought I’d get lucky enough to find a love like we have.” Even in the dim light, you swore you saw Howl Pendragon blush, not as accustomed to receiving your blunt words of affection as you were of his.

“But what if luck has nothing to do with it?” Howl shifted back into his confidence then, lifting an eyebrow for a moment as another one of those sly grins spread across his lips. “What if it was fate instead?”

“Then, I suppose,” you began, lightening up and letting out a tired laugh, “I should be thanking fate.” Howl learned into your touch, savoring your warmth. “Because I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” you told him, feeling him squeeze your hand a little firmer. “The luckiest girl in the entire universe.”

Howl brought the hand of yours that he was still holding to his lips, kissed the top of it, allowing his lips to linger for a moment as his crystal blue gaze held yours, his devotion as bright and steady as the stars sparkling in the sky.

“Then that must make me the luckiest man in all of eternity,” he replied, voice silky smooth and low, only loud enough for you to hear, as if, dare he speak any louder, the angels in the heavens grow jealous and try to reclaim you.

Then it was your turn to blush, a bashful smile painting your joy, sipping at your wine while trading loving glances, ankles intertwined under the table and content enough just to be in each other’s presence.

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Once dinner was over and you and Howl took the short stroll back up the hill to the inn, you realized just how tired you really were, the many activities of the day finally catching up to you.

Howl noticed the sleepiness tugging at your eyelids, drawing them down at half-mast like the sailboats preparing to dock for the evening, and swept you off your feet, carrying you up the stairs towards your suite and carefully lowering you to the end of the bed, the plush comforter filling in around you in a nest of fluffy goose down.

Howl placed his hands on either side of your thighs, leaning down a little closer as he murmured in that sweet, deep voice of his, “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?”

You nodded, failing to suppress a yawn. “Definitely an eventful one,” you chuckled, a lazy smile lingering on your lips. You reached up to drape your arms over his shoulders, clasping your hands loosely behind his neck, his shiny, soft hair like silk between your fingers. “But I had a great time… So thank you, Howl. For all of this.”

Howl took a seat on the end of the bed next to you, gently pulling you into his lap and cradling you in his arms, your head lolling against his chest, hearing the steady beating of his heart— a falling star wished back between the ribs of its rightful owner. He smoothed back some of your wind tousled hair and said, “None of this would be possible without you, my dear. Who else would I share it with?”

You let out another hum of gentle adoration, nuzzling closer into him, his scent of roses and bergamot and the slightest twinge of campfire smoke putting you at ease the way it always did. Everything about Howl had a way of putting you at ease.

He’d always be your beacon on the shore, your guiding light. You found him in every bird that sang perched along the windowsill or burst of carefree laughter echoing through the market square. He would keep watch over you by way of the constellations spread out across the night sky or the refreshing breezes that winded through the streets during the day.

Because anything beautiful— whether mundane or fantastical— reminded you of him. Just the same as they reminded him of you.

Beauty has a way of finding beauty.

Perhaps he was right.

“You spoil me…” you teased. “Better watch out, Calcifer might get jealous.”

“Not if we bring him back some of those macarons like you promised,” he chuckled, now caressing your neck, following the line of your collarbones and shoulder, slowly traveling back up and down with his soothing ministrations as you melted further into his tender touch.

“I love you, Howl…” you sighed, your eyes closed, breathing calm and steady.

“I love you, too,” he replied, placing a kiss delicately on the crown of your head.

For a little while, he just held you like that, keeping you safe in his arms while you drifted off into your dreams, subconscious painted with strokes of sunset orange and glittering gold, deep blues and shining silvers, pastel purples and soft cream whites.

They were pleasant dreams, while they lasted, though as Howl shifted around you and caused you to stir, you didn’t worry about losing them. You’d gain plenty of new opportunities tomorrow to view those colors in reality, this place so gorgeous one could only imagine it to be something out of a fairy tale.

“What are you doing…?” you mumbled as Howl lowered you to lay out on your back, making sure a pillow was placed comfortably under your head.

He knelt to start unlacing your boots then, flashing something only slightly mischievous before answering, “Well, you can’t very well get into bed in all these clothes, now can you?”

The faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of your lips before fading back into exhaustion, laying still as Howl removed your shoes, your stockings, helped you out of your beautiful dress and then tucked you under the covers.

Once you were settled, he made good work of removing his own clothing, garments slid perfectly onto hangers and hooked on the back of the door, the suite’s wardrobe too far away to be bothered with apparently.

When he joined you under the sheets and blankets, he pulled you close, your bodies curling around each other like entangled vines traveling up towards the sun. He pressed another kiss to your forehead, muttering one last, “I love you,” before wishing you sweet dreams.

And this time, you dreamt not only of the colors, but the feelings as well.

There was enough devotion and adoration to fill all of the world’s oceans, so deep and full and undeniably real that it was no wonder it didn’t take much for you to drown in it all.

But below the surface there was always a savor waiting for you, your protector, your rescuer, the one you could always depend on. He could take your hand and guide you to unbelievable new worlds, all the beauties hidden in any nook of the land, or even his own imagination, waiting for you to happen upon them.

And you didn’t know how it was possible, that you and Howl just seemed to fall in love more and more every year, every day. But you supposed it was sort of like magic. You’d have to see it, hear it, feel it to believe it. And once you had, that was all the proof you’d need to never question how or why is was possible ever again.

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(Me picturing post-war Howl bringing Sophie on all these amazing dates and lovely trips and just wanting that to be me T-T <3

No but really, who wasn’t in love with Howl Pendragon after their first watch of the movie haha

Anyway, this is literally from like over a year ago and I’d never finished it, so I figured I’d spruce it up a bit and just put it out there.

Also writing for Howl made me want to write for Qifrey (from Witch Hat Atelier) because, charming and mysterious wizards? sign me up!

I hope you enjoyed!

See you next time <3)

#i literally started this like an entire year ago aaaaahhhh!!#im glad its finally done lol it was haunting me whenever i opened my 'currently working on' folder #howl's moving castle #howl pendragon #howl pendragon x reader #howl pendragon x you #howl pendragon x y/n #howls moving castle #howls moving castle fanfic #howls moving castle fanfiction #howl pendragon fanfiction #howl jenkins x reader #howl jenkins pendragon #howl jenkins x you #howl jenkins x y/n #hauru no ugoku shiro

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imissa3en · 11 months

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Will they get the key before riddle find them? Or will epel commit murder before that happens?

Based on the haunted house headcannons by @/elenamegan14 (Although not a perfect adaptation)

Part 3 /??

#twisted wonderland #twst #heartslabyul #the cool haunted house au!#although i didn't make the headcannons #ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #jack howl #epel felmier #twst mc

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cacturne · 4 months

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most normal bg3 playthrough

#ghosts howling #i feel like my games haunted

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joonie-berry · 5 months

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Savannaclaw

Usurper of the Wilds and the Lion Den

This chapter isn’t as similar to its incarnation of the original version. Instead of Leon’a being upset about a sports game, he’s upset about serving this higher up that had informed them that they need Yuu, whether they were dead or alive, the bbeg (Crowley) didn’t care.

After defeating (Killing or Saving) Riddle, and either steal or obtain his charm, Yuu runs to this slight hole in the wall of this fortress looking castle that leads underground to this den-like cave. Yuu runs into thinking they were safe from beastman scouts that had spotted them earlier. That’s when they run into Jack, the newest edition to the pride of Beastman. He noticed them immediately and began to chase them. Yuu had to use a different method to escape from Jack and other future “stalkers”. After all, Beastman have far more superior senses than humans. An instant game over if Jack caught them.

Anyway, They escape and make it to the surface of the “den”. This is were a cutscene will play out to reveal Leona and Ruggie speaking about some sort of plan to steal the “prisoner” from the Rose Maze before the sun rose up again, not realizing that Yuu had already escaped and freed the Heartslaybul gang from their torment.

It follows with Jack rushing in and confusing Leona and Ruggie, as he explains that Yuu, and a strange cat monster has arrived in the den. Ruggie is shocked and relieved that they don’t have to bother with the Rose Maze, while Leona is amused that Yuu manage to survive this long into the Lion’s Den so he retires to his room and Task Ruggie and Jack as well as the entirety of the Den to search and bring Yuu to him…alive.

Yuu’s like “fuck this” and tries to escape the Lion’s Den, but obviously that doesn’t work as they run into Ruggie, who immediately tries to capture them, and initiates a mini boss fight. Unlike Rose Maze which was more stealth base than Battle or puzzle base, Lion’s Den is more battle base, than puzzle or stealth.

Yuu wins and has the options to either kill or spare, each has a consequence that leads towards the end, anyway, Yuu actually confronts Leona in his study, while being chase, this starts a cutscene of Yuu threatening to kill Leona which makes him laugh, and that he’d rather team up and fight against the BBEG but he needs their power Yuu has the power of the great seven, Yuu refuses as they don’t know about the power, which causes a fight. Yuu obviously wins this fight and the option comes up again (Kill or Spare). Whatever option Yuu chooses doesn’t effect how they obtain Leona’s charm (His Choker)

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #twst au #twisted wonderland au #Haunting Ground Au #rule of rose au #Rule of Wonderland AU #Twisted Grounds Au #twst yuu #au #ps2 au #Horror game au

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palestporn · 6 months

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Gamzee: ???!? ?! ??? ?!!!?!

There a fuckload of questions that need answering--why he needed you calm, why he wanted you secret, why he took your name, your sign-- You open your flap to say one of those, and find the emperor's just looking at you, with that same look on his face as the night he took you. You didn't find a name for it, that time--didn't fit, wasn't right, he's the emperor. But this time, you know what the fuck you're seeing, aimed back at you like a mirror.

"...Why the fuck are you scared of me?" You say, fucked up and raspy from growling so much for the first time in so long, and Karkat laughs like he thinks you're taking a dig and then looks back and sees his ancestor's face and stops laughing real fast.

"Wh-- Seriously?" he says.

"He did just pull some primo coldblood panfrying bullshit out of his ass," the miniature Ψiioniic--Sollux--points out, and then shrugs real quick, playing a big motherfucker who doesn't give a shit. "I mean, they were pretty good, anyway, I guess--"

"He said you saw something before that freaked you out, too," Karkat says over top of him, turning accusing on his ancestor. "Something in his shadow."

"Oh, what," says Sollux. "The ghost?"

Every motherfucker in the room turns to stare at him, you most of all. He looks back at you like he didn't expect, like he's not spitting some wild motherfucking shit at you right now.

"You don't have to act like you don't know," he says, at you. "AA sniffed it out sweeps ago. What, when I sent you that note about secrets did you think I meant, like. The thing where you cuddle a cushion when you sleep, like some kind of pupa?"

"What," you say, because you got fuck-all else to say.

"You knew about this?!" Karkat says, outrage at his skinny buddy now. "How many fucking wrigglers are we locking up around here that everybody knows about except me?!"

"He's not a wriggler, KK, he's like twice as big as you," says Sollux.

"Please don't blow this out of proportion," says the emperor. He's sat himself down at his document plateau since you looked at him last, and he's holding his pan in one hand. "There aren't any other...prisoners. If you can call him that. And he's 12 sweeps."

"He's what?" says Sollux, and looks the size of you up and down. "Fuck off, no you're not."

"So get a hauntwhisperer in here and peel the ghost off him," Karkat says, impatient. "How has this taken multiple sweeps to figure out?! Am I the only person with a functional thinkpan around here?"

"It's not--" the emperor stops, growls the first time, low through his fangs. "...I didn't bring him here because of...the ghost. As dangerous as that is even by itself. I brought him here because of the reason that ghost is clinging to him, specifically. Can't you--" Stops himself again, takes a breath and lets it out. "You never saw him," he says, reminding at himself. "Neither of you would've ever seen him."

"Enlighten me," says the Second Coming, and when he squares up his shoulders and drops his horns forward the gems on his horns and gold on his ears shine almost as bright as his eyes.

"His sign was Capricorn, Karkat," says the emperor, bleak and heavy like that's some big, important shit Karkat should know, not just the shape that was close to you like the pads of your palms the first eight sweeps of your life. "His hatchname was Makara. He wouldn't have made it long, out there, especially not as he got...older. Bigger. Someone would have noticed, eventually."

Karkat's hands twitch back off you like you turned red hot. Sollux doesn't flinch back, but he's watching you hard, like he's thinking on you, seeing what you do. The emperor doesn't look up. Like he's said everything that needs said. And every single motherfucker gets this shit except you.

Gamzee: Demand backstory, already

==> ...From the Sufferer Redeemed ==> ...From the Second Coming ==> ...From the Spymaster ==> ...From the Shade of Rage

[START OVER]

#CYOA: Imperial Favor #There were some good ones in there but mmm this angle is fun #also very funny bc as far as Gamzee's concerned he is just. a Little Guy. Just a sopping wet creacher who doesn't even have claws.#He has zero awareness about 1. how big he is. he is just a lil fella. like a great dane that doesn't know why he can't get in your lap #and 2. exactly how freaky normal people find HAUNTED NIGHTMARE RAGE HOWL as a fear response

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