Howl calling Sophie Welsh pet names and her never being sure if he is insulting her. Howl learning Shakespeare sonnets and Dickinson love poems by heart and trying to convince Sophie that he came up with those himself (she doesn't believe him). Sophie convincing Howl to teach her Welsh (and being completely unsurprised when Howl adds Welsh love poems to his repertoire). Just.....more Welsh Howl content please
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btw i was talking about howl’s moving castle to my best friend who loves the movie but hasnt read the book and i was telling her how in the book the black option in howl’s door doesn’t go to the war but to our world and she said “well it makes sense that to hayao miyazaki going to the real world from a magical one would mean going to a placed filled with war” and you know what you might have a point
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HMC Movie:
“Sophie your hair is like starlight! Oh my chest hurts, I’m so happy you’re alright love!”
HMC Book:
“FUCK I got a hangover! Please move gorgeous woman I have to go save Sophie! Oh. You ARE Sophie…..so what are you doing later?”
*literal hellspawn less than 5 feet away from them*
“Oh yeah, that.”
*kills it*
“So Sophie what color would you say your hair is?~”
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I think book Sophie's inner monologue regarding Howell could be summarized as "fuck, I love that guy."
And it's just yeah.
I mean, Sophie just learned how to enjoy freedom (from being old). To just be her weird self, doing whatever she pleases and not hiding a bit.
And in her freedom, she realizes she's in love. The freedom being free of all the emotional webs, the burden of thinking about your every step, your role in a society. Old age gave her that. And what she ends up doing anyway? Having feelings! The thing she wanted to escape from! But oh! She's not losing her freedom a one bit by being with him! She just has a guy to share her weird self with, who loves her back.
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Movie Sophie: mild mannered young girl who lacks confidence.
Book Sophie: slightly unhinged, so nosy *Will throw weedkiller she made with magic at Howl's head because she is mad about her feelings towards him and will cut his suits into pieces*. Also lack confidence in a completely different way.
Movie!Sophie could not have handled Twinkle. (Also book!Sophie was not paid enough to handle Twinkle).
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I would love either Dousy or Howl x Sophie with the prompt mistletoe!! (Also it's totally valid that you don't ship Sabezra. Generally speaking I'm pretty neutral on it, but I have a lot of friends who ship it and that's gotten me more invested!)
(I forgot to ask if people wanted book or movie Howl and Sophie—I’m going with book here, I hope that’s alright.)
Sophie suddenly found herself halted in her rush back to the kitchen by Howl (sporting a bright red-and-green suit that she made a note to “accidentally” cut up to spare herself from a few less tacky fashion choices) leaning on the doorframe, grinning at her expectantly.
“Whatever are you smiling like that about?” she asked. She squinted at him. “Is that a candy cane earring?”
“My dearest, darling Sophie, light of my life,” he began in his most wheedle-some way, casting a deliberate glance upwards, “could you tell me what that is?”
It was then that Sophie noticed the green sprig fastened to the top of the doorframe. It had not been there a few minutes earlier. Giving her husband a suspicious look, she pulled it down and examined it closely. “Is this…mistletoe?”
Scarcely had she gotten a good look at the plant then Howl had plucked it out of her hands and held it above their heads again. “Yes, Sophie—mistletoe,” he said significantly, leaning towards her, eyebrows waggling.
Sophie met his gaze, and for a moment the two stared at each other, eyes locked. Then, blinking as if trying to clear her vision, Sophie pushed past him into the kitchen. “I don’t have time to hear about whatever this newest spell is, Howl, these pies have to go into the oven.”
It was then that the great wizard Howl Jenkins Pendragon, mouth agape, found himself suddenly remembering the existence of two realities—firstly, that he was in Ingary, not Wales, and secondly, Ingary certainly had no holiday traditions associated with obligate hemiparasitic plants.
“You daft, infuriating woman,” he moaned piteously, “you were supposed to kiss me!”
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When Michael came through the front door twenty minutes later with Martha, bearing a few loaves of her fresh baked bread, he was arrested by the sight of Howl draped in a pathetic attitude across the sofa.
“Um…what are you doing?” he asked, regretting the question as soon as it left his mouth.
“I’m sulking,” he wailed, loudly enough so that everyone in the castle—in particular, someone who might be, say, baking pies in the kitchen—could hear. “Pouting. Wallowing in disappointment. Languishing in despair. Procure for me a thesaurus and I’ll keep going.”
Michael bit his lip and, out of a well-developed sense of self-preservation, continued on into the kitchen, pulling Martha after him, as if he’d heard nothing.
Christmas Drabbles Ask Game!
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Sophie Hatter and Lucy Gringe/Heap should be best friends. They are very similar I don't think the Castle nor Ingary could survive them but I would be very happy.
Meanwhile Howl would be having a weird eye contact game with Marcellus Pye to determine who is the more vain and dramatic (and Howl would win because he is the most dramatic and vain AND because he punches people who kidnap children while Marcellus kidnaps them).
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