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impossiblysporadiccreation · 2 years

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I hope everyone who ships Howl and Sophie knows that they canonically have a child who was born as a kitten because Sophie was a cat at the time and that Howl spent a decent amount of the kid’s human childhood pretending to be his adorable brother with a lisp

#howls moving castle #the wizard howl #sophie pendragon #these are canonical events #the child was very frustrated when he went from kitten to baby because babies can't move as good

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goingsillymode · 1 year

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#howl #howl pendragon #howls moving castle #witchcraft #s #the cool s #wizard #magic #runes #lol

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chunlo · 13 days

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I just like Bird Howl

#Howl #howls moving castle #studio ghibli #movie #fan art #hayao miyazaki #anime #book #magic #wizard #sorcerer #neojapan #neo tokyo

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thenegoteator · 11 months

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#barbie #barbie movie #hmc #hmc book #howl's moving castle #sophie hatter #howl pendragon #the first time i draw them and it's for a MEME #i think howl would wear the hat unironically as part of his wizarding gear #my art

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wispscribbles · 7 months

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Your art style is just so delicious!!! It’s got such low key Ghibli vibes, especially in the eyes, and your color control is fantastic. You’re amazing, keep rockin it! ✨

aw yay, Ghibli vibes!! I grew up on those movies, they've definitely inspired me to create. Thank you sm <3

wanted to draw some small ghibli ghoap after getting this ask. 'Ghost's moving castle'

#ask #anon ask #ghostsoap #my art #cod fanart #doodle #ive actually thought about ghibli ghoap before so you're just feeding the fire #feel like their roles could easily be reversed in this au #with ghost being cursed and moving in with chaotic wizard soap #but then i thought about Howl's bird/creature form and I just really like imagining ghost like that #oh ghost youve enchanted me with ur phantom of the opera pathetic mystery man vibe #feel like a princess mononoke au would ROCK with these two #anyway thank u for mentioning ghibli bc i love ghibli

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magicovento · 1 year

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This is my taste in men

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elizabugz · 7 months

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wald-prinz · 5 months

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#bg3 #my art #digital art #baldurs gate 3 #my posts #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #THIS IS MY WIIIFE #this is a scene inspired by howls moving castle btw #this is for the girls gays and theys who keep falling for wizards

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the-greatest-magic-of-all · 6 months

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🎃Happy Halloween from the Bad Kids! 🎃

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manias-wordcount · 7 months

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Soft Squeezes (Howl Jenkins Pendragon)

Kinktober 2023 Day Four: Fondling

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It’s always when Howl seems to be at his absolute softest.

That’s usually when you can expect him to stick his hands underneath the fabric of your dress.

Today was one of those days. Not that you were surprised, of course. He was sleepy this morning when you woke him up with the breakfast that you and Calcifer worked to create. He was quiet as he ate, though he answered every one of Markl’s questions with the smallest of smiles on his face. When breakfast was done, he seemed to have floated around the castle. Doing what? You’re not quite sure. There are still parts of Howl that you have to admit as being a mystery still- even to you.

But what you do know is that when he crept into your sunroom and picked you up and off the couch to plop you straight down in his lap, you knew you were in for a bit of a distracting reading session. So you didn’t even frown you just barely managed to make it to the end of the chapter. You only settled into him a little more. And you smiled.

It wasn’t a smile Howl could necessarily see, but you had a feeling he knew it was there. Because all too soon, the long fingers that were tracing the neckline of your dress. Pressing the tips of his nails just barely against any pieces of exposed skin he could get his hands on. Only enough to make you shudder and shiver. And when he noticed the quiet way you fold the top of a page in the book you were trying to read, he didn’t say anymore. He just let out a warm chuckle and let you take your time in placing the book by the side of his lap. And when you finally righted yourself in his lap? Undistracted and oh-so-eager? He finally had the chance to set out and do what he wanted to do ever since wandering in to see you.

Even so, he started off slow.

He still let a finger trace your neckline a few times for good measure. Though his other hand has already just begun gently pressing the pads of each finger just beneath the very top of your dress. At first, the touch was still a little more curious than anything else. But hand tracing your neckline had just wandered down further to cup at your breast from above your clothes. Four fingers had just reacquainted themselves with the size of your chest as they scoped from below and circled around what they could. His thumb came to top it all off as it began to draw small, small circles into you. Something you doubt you would have really noticed if it weren’t for the delicate way he treated you. Even as you fidgeted and squirmed and made all sorts of soft noises as you sat on his lap.

Speaking of which, you were starting to get a little antsy. And a little bit shy too. A brush against of part of your body that was too sensitive always managed to get a shiver out of you. And the suddenness of a squeeze or a pinch or even a warm kiss to your skin was usually met with a whimper or a gasp pouring freely from your lips. Beneath you, you could feel your lover’s own arousal growing. A stiff, firmness that wasn’t always there is now pressing against your bottom. And if you wonder if it’s because touching you genuinely makes him this excited.

Or if his body can somehow sense the growing wetness that’s now making a mess of your panties right above him.

Whatever the reason may be, it doesn’t change the fact that Howl seems more than content with just playing around with your breasts. So content that when his fingers find your nipples hardening from beneath your dress and opts to give it the quickest squeeze that sends you almost jolting out of his lap, he’s quick the grab you with a free hand and keep you rooted in place.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” He murmurs into the crook of your neck. His apology is accented by a kiss against your skin as the hand that just grabbed you went from holding at your waist to spreading across the expanse of your tummy and squeezing there as well. The action bunches up your dress a little more than sitting on his lap has already. Not enough to cause major concerns if you were out in public. But just enough to raise some eyebrows now that more of the meat of your thighs was exposed for anyone to lay their eyes upon. But you know that’s now what Howl’s most interested in. Because if he was…. “You know I just couldn’t help it.”

…then why would he be so focused on pulling down the top of your dress and letting your breasts fall free from the clothes that once confined them?

And even though you know he’s doing this all for his own enjoyment and pleasure, there’s a certain feeling of embarrassment that overtakes you as you watch your chest become more exposed and bounce freely now that they’ve been revealed to all of the sunroom. But Howl doesn’t allow you for a moment to let that shyness dwell within you. It seems as if not even a part of his agenda or factored into his fantasy. No, because before you can even really blink, the hand that is not grabbing at your body and keeping you pressed against him is now spreading against your chest and grabbing. Squeezing. Feeling. Touching. Anything. Everything.

And upon his lap, you’re left squirming and shaking. Whimper and whining. Gasping out and breathing deeply as the fabric of your dress pools around you. But behind your every reaction is a man giving into his earthly temptations. A man taking the same hands that once brushed against your pebbled nipples tenderly and turning them into hands that tug and roll the sensitive little point between two nimble fingers. A man taking the same hands that gently cupped and drew shapes along your skin and turning them into hands that give a little lift just to let fall. Or to squeeze just hard enough for him to hear your voice as you sing in surprise. Or to play and play and play with all that he can touch and all that he can feel and all that he can see.

And he’ll be like this for hours. He’ll sit you on his lap and let your dress hang off your body. Leaving you half naked and all his to play with. He’ll run his fingers against your skin. He’ll be gentle and sweet. And maybe take a quick turn to poke and prod at your limits. But you’ll never have to worry about him being a little too rough with your precious body. Because on the inside and out, you know that the man you’re dealing with is a soft, soft man. A man who just so happens to want only one thing.

And it just so happens that his hands are the absolute perfect size to enjoy that very thing.