#howls moving castle gif imagine

[aspiringauthorintraining]

A Fateful Encounter (8/?)

“I hate potatoes.”

“Nobody hates potatoes, Markl.” 

You were really starting to get worried that he was taking after Howl and his dramatics. “How many times have you even had potatoes to have taken such a disliking to them?”

“...Once,” he frowned, “b-but I just need to have it once to know I don't like something! If it’s bad peeled, it’s gonna be bad cooked anyways.”

You stopped looking at the fish for a second, staring at the boy in front of you. “Markl, did you just eat the potato raw?”

“Well, yeah. Master Howl never has time anymore to make food so I did it myself. I washed it, peeled it, and ate it. It was bleh.”

You shook your head, wondering how this poor boy survived under the care of the irresponsible man-child of a wizard that he called “Master”. Resuming your inspection of the fresh-caught fish, your eyes traveled down to see a huge blue fish displayed on the ground, with its eyes seemingly staring into your soul. Grimacing, you slowly backed away, inching towards Markl.

“Umm, I’ll take this one.” you quickly said, pointing to one of the fish you had been looking at earlier. 

“Great choice, ma'am,” the seller complimented as he took the coins from Markl, before moving to start wrapping the said fish for you.

A sudden commotion from behind, paired with an increasingly strong burning smell grabbed the attention of everyone at the market. Even the fish seller stopped midway in his wrapping, hurrying out of his stall to get closer to the harbor to watch what was going on. 

“But my fish,” you frowned, just staring at the half-wrapped fish with Markl. You looked down at the child and shrugged, before pushing up your sleeves to finish the wrapping. You had already paid for it anyways.

“Can we go look too?” Markl asked, as you placed the wrapped fish in the basket and took the basket from his hands.

“I have a feeling Sophie’s going to need our help back home right about now.” you frowned, remembering what was soon to come. “Also remember, we run away from bombs, not towards them, Markl.”

“Huh?” he replied confused, as you led the way back home with the basket in one hand and Markl’s hand in the other.

When the two of you had reached the castle door, a sudden series of explosions sounded from the harbor making you both jump. 

“Are those-”

“Yup.”

“How did you-”

You merely shrug, opening the door before it started raining flyers on the streets.

“Are you sure you’re not a witch?” Markl asked, suspiciously squinting his eyes at you.

“Do you want me to be?” you laughed, placing the basket near the sink to prepare later. “Sophie?” you called out, wondering what your friend was doing.

“Here!” she called out, from somewhere. A few seconds later, she finally popped out from behind the curtain in the makeshift bedroom. “Just organizing some stuff. Oh,” she noticed the basket, “you should have woken me up. I could have gone too.”

You shook your head, placing a hand on her shoulder for support. “No, no. You need your energy. There’s a greater evil coming upon us soon.” 

And as if right on time, a shriek pierced through the air as the castle shook in fright. Crying sounds accompanied by bumping into the wall noises sounded from above, quickly travelling to the stairwell.

“Sophie, you-you sabotaged me!” Howl shouted, glaring at the young girl. “Look!” And running to her, with no sense of personal space, butted his head to her face in anger. “It’s hideous!” he cried, with nothing but a towel on his waist.

Orange, orange, orange. Keep your eyes on the hair, (Y/N). Do not go any lower.

You definitely were not watching the drops of water cascading down his smooth chest and back, until the droplets disappeared behind the towel. And you definitely did not notice how the towel was barely hanging on to the man’s waist due to his wild movements. Hair. You were only paying attention to his hair. Nothing else.

“Now I’m repulsive. I can’t live like this.” he whined, sagging into the chair behind him.

Black. Now the color was bla- wow, that towel deserved an award for how it stayed on him without falling off. And oh look, there’s his back. His very wide shoulders on full display- no. Focus, (Y/N). Stop ogling.

“I give up. I see no point in living, if I can’t be beautiful.”

Coming to your senses, you looked in disgust as the man sat slouched over, moping. And having a tantrum over what? His hair. 

A child- he was a literal man-child.

Sophie and Markl looked in fear at the shadows lurking along the walls that were growing by the second, encasing the castle in darkness. Calcifer tried to save his logs from the slime that was quickly getting everywhere. Howl didn’t listen, what a surprise, continuing his murmuring- his pale skin turning increasingly green and slimy. You didn’t even want to know what the slime was made up of.

“Alright, that’s enough for today.” Rolling your eyes at the man’s childish meltdown, you stopped Sophie just in time from touching the slime on Howl’s back. “I’ll take of him, don't you worry.” you ensured her.

Suddenly grabbing the back of the chair, you pulled Howl’s weight towards the door. The only sound heard in the castle now was the screeching sound of the wooden chair being dragged across the floor.

The rest of the group remained in their positions, Calcifer really having no choice though, as you turned the dial to the purple color.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” the fire demon asked, hesitantly. Half curious, half afraid for Howl’s well-being.

You looked up from tugging on the chair, to give him a thin smile.

“It’s raining.” 

“So?”

“Well, I thought since Howl didn’t like the bath, maybe a shower would be more to his liking.” And with a smile, you opened the door to face the pouring rain outside. “Markl honey, can you help me with the umbrella?”

The boy hurried to the door, grabbing the propped up umbrella and going ahead outside. Opening it, he held it up to make sure the two of you were shielded from the rain. Sophie and Calcifer stared from the doorway, as you pulled Howl out of the castle and into the pouring rain.

“She’s not going to kill him outside, is she?” Calcifer whispered to Sophie, while munching on a log.

“No. At least, not in front of Markl.” Sophie responded thoughtfully.

Once fully under the rain, Markl whispered to you from under the umbrella.  “Is he dead?”

“No, he’s just throwing a tantrum.” you responded, watching the green slime wash off his back from the rain. “Are you sure he doesn’t have a spell or something like your cloak, that makes him look older but he’s actually a child. Because I could believe that.”

Markl laughed at your theory. “No, I don’t think so.”

Sudden rustling in the grass made you look over to see Prince Justin hopping over with another umbrella in hand- honestly having no clue where he kept getting his things from- using it to cover Sophie who was coming out of the castle as well.

“Oh, thank you Turnip- Justin.” Sophie smiled, correcting herself.

Hehe, I did that, Justin. You can thank me later by giving me a high-paying, low work job in the palace after all of this is over.

“Justin, are you okay to be out in the rain like this? Can a scarecrow get a cold?” you asked when the two came near. He just bounced up and down a few times, so you assumed it meant he was okay.

Turning your attention back on the moping wizard, you thankfully saw that most of the slime was washing off his body with the rain. 

“Should we just throw him in the lake, and check on him tomorrow?” you whispered to Sophie. She slapped your arm at your suggestion with a forced frown that soon turned into a giggle. “Okay, next time then.” you laugh.

When Sophie and Markl soon left to clean up the mess Howl had made by the fireplace and to start a bath for him, you were tasked to drag him back in once he finished his “shower”. 

The rain felt nice on your face and for the small headache that was forming, once you had decided to forego the umbrella, and it was peaceful with Howl still unresponsive and spacing out. 

Laughter. A child’s laughter. Your headache grew a bit more painful.

“Markl, are you back to play in the rain?” you laughed, turning around expecting to see the boy in a raincoat. But there was no one. 

Another laughter. Two distinct ones this time. You rubbed your temples in an effort to relieve the continually growing headache.

“Markl? Sophie?” you called out, hoping they were playing a trick on you.

But there was still no one. 

“(Y/N).” A child’s voice whispered in your ear.

You whipped around to see only rain and the lake. Now you were getting paranoid. And your headache was feeling like a migraine now. 

Is this place haunted?

“(Y/N).” The same voice sounded from beside you. But only Howl was there, unresponsive as ever still.

With the headache worsening, and hearing children voices in the rain not being a normal occurrence, you quickly grabbed the back of the chair, pulling Howl back into the castle with haste. 

Just as you stepped foot in the castle, the voices and pain stopped. 

Maybe it was the rain that was causing the headache? But the voices? 

“-him up the stairs.” Sophie waved her hand in front of your face to grab your attention. “(Y/N)? I said I need help taking him up the stairs.”

Though still perturbed, you grabbed ahold of one side of Howl, lugging him up the stairs with Sophie’s help. A sudden wet plop sound from behind made Sophie turn her head to see a small wet towel on the floor, making her suddenly lock eyes with the ceiling.

“(Y/N), don’t look down.” she warned, keeping her eyes above and ahead. 

“Hmm, what?” you asked, moving your eyes down to look at what she was talking about. 

Your eyes wandered around until they landed on something that took you a second to realize what you were staring at. Your eyes shot up to the ceiling, face burning red.

“You looked didn’t you?” Sophie laughed.

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*(A/N):  it is currently 2:39 am and i tried to do naked howl justice so just know that i tried.  ty to anyone still out there reading this, this is for you. i wrote this just for you but also for me cause yeah. happy december, stay warm and cozy

#howls moving castle #howls moving castle imagine #howl’s moving castle #Howl Jenkins Pendragon #Howl Pendragon #howl pendragon imagine #howl x you #howl x reader

[callie-the-creator]

sfw. ok, but like…can you imagine a yandere!howl pendragon? i would quite literally cry if this man was obsessed with me because like…

• you can’t run away. calcifer will most likely snitch on you. after all, he is howl’s heart

• even if you think you’re safe, you’re not. howl can disguise as who he pleases—it’s just mimicking their personalities and speech that are the issue. for all you know, yandere!howl could disguise himself as some random old lady to keep a close eye on you

— before he snatches you up to take you back to the castle ofc 😌

• you already know you’re going to be sleeping in his room, right beside him. yandere!howl doesn’t want you going anywhere. he wants you to stay at the castle…with him, calcifer, markl, where he knows you’re safe

• you don’t want to see him get mad, do you? if you anger him, then you risk yandere!howl transforming into one of his creature-like forms or worse: he’ll throw a tantrum.

— and trust me when i say that it’s hard to convince him to calm down, so good luck, soldier 🫡 you’re gonna need it

• when he comes back to the castle after being gone for days on end, yandere!howl will make it his sole mission to make it up to you by giving you your favorite flowers, cooking food for everyone, pampering you in anyway he can, and giving you lots of affection (as if he doesn’t do that already)

— you will admit…it is nice seeing someone be hopelessly devoted to you the way yandere!howl is

• what can he say? he’s clingy

#howl pendragon #howl x reader #howl x you #howl pendragon x reader #howl pendragon imagine #howl pendragon headcanons #howl pendragon hcs #howl hcs #howl imagine #howl headcanons #sophie hatter #studio ghibli #howl’s moving castle #hauru no ugoku shiro #hayao miyazaki #yandere #yandere hcs #yandere imagines #calcifer #yandere howl pendragon #yandere x reader #yandere x you #random #the wicked witch of the waste #castle in the air #house of many ways #anime #anime movies #turnip head #wizard howl

[kairiscorner]

guys i had this thought now it's driving me crazy

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

imagine watching howl's moving castle with noir.

"a moving castle?" he'd ask himself with a head tilt as he'd adjust his glasses to see the title better. you nodded. "i promise you, it's an amazing film, peter." you'd beam. he'd shrug, and smile. "well, if you say so, love." he'd say as he sits back on the couch as you put the movie on. at first, peter believed this was another, probably childish and whimsical, children's movie that you somehow found nostalgic. he doubted that it was as amazing as you claimed it'd be, but he stood corrected. he was already in awe at the different kinds of colors there were on the screen--all kinds of blues, greens, reds, oranges, and yellows--they all blended beautifully and perfectly, in ways he had never thought would fit together.

he loved the witty dialogue from the characters, his most favorite character being calcifer. "poor little flame," he'd whisper as you two watched the scene where sophie was pressing the pan down on him to cook breakfast. he disliked howl at first, he seemed like quite the womanizer. "oh, if i were sophie's father, i'd never let her leave without me." he'd say as he'd lean forward in his trance as he watched. you giggled as you leaned against him on the couch, his arm wrapped around you as you rested your head against his shoulder. "and why not?" you asked with a smile. peter glanced at you and chuckled. "well... i'd never want my own daughter's heart to be eaten." he said as he adjusted his glasses again.

"you know he doesn't actually consume hearts, he just..." you trailed off as peter held you closer to him. "i know, i know; it's metaphorical. but no matter what..." he said as he placed his hand under your chin and slowly turned your head to look at him as the movie continued playing.

you looked so stunning all the time to peter, every little bit of you shone, literally and figuratively. but here, in the dimly lit living room you two shared--with you looking deep into his mesmerizing eyes--with the light of the film's ending playing out in the background as you two swam in the expanse of each other's eyes for a second or two, you looked breathtaking.

"now... it might just be a movie and all, but... i'd never let anyone eat your heart." he said with a slight chuckle as he took your hands in his, a blush coming on his face as the tips of his ears turned a bright red, along with the bright red and pink on his cheeks. "it sounds weird, i know, but i'd never live with myself if i knew someone else would be capable of stealing you away from me, much more a womanizer like that... howl pendragon. i know how you look at him." he teased as he nuzzled his nose into your cheek.

you chuckled. "he's a drawing, peter..." you responded. "yeah, but... i want to be the guy that makes you feel pretty even on a bad day, a guy who'd make you fall for him over and over and over again even if we've known each other from long ago. the guy who you'd... you know..." he said as he moved his face closer to yours. "...the kind you'd... wanna marry one day." he'd say as your eyelids fluttered, tickling his cheeks.

at that moment, you felt like you were sophie hatter; the humble love interest to the most perfect man in the world, peter parker, who was sort of like howl in the movie. he was witty, he was charming, he was emotional at times... and he loved the real, rawest version of you. even if you believed to yourself you were ugly, you were getting older, that nobody would look at you with such pure love that you didn't believe the world could ever give you--peter was always there to prove you wrong. he was there to prove you were perfect, stunning, and most of all: you were beautiful no matter how old you got, how bad your day was, or how tired you were. you were always, always beautiful to him, that much he knew, and that much would never change--ever.

"i love you, my dearest... you're so beautiful. you're too beautiful for my heart to handle, love..." he'd murmur as you planted a kiss on his soft lips that only wished to kiss and be kissed by your own. be it with lipstick or none, with tears coating them or dry and chapped, be it in the morning, noon, or night--your lips are the only ones he'll love kissing, over and over and over; even when an eternity would pass, he'd still remember and fall in love with the shape, the softness, and the loveliness of your lips--for they are the lips of the most beautiful person peter has ever met, and ever will meet.

"that's my girl." peter muttered as he pulled away, blushing fiercely after you kissed him. "you're red..." you pointed out as you pulled him in for another kiss, with him mumbling out some answer that was pretty much a compliment within a compliment for you. the movie had ended, but your night with peter had just begun.

a/n: gonna leave this here for y'all to be delulu about what you two do after <33

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @connors-cumslurper @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @fictarian

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir fluff #studio ghibli #howl's moving castle #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #itsv #itsv imagines #itsv x reader #itsv x you #itsv x y/n #itsv fluff

[readinglistfics]

this BOY

is voiced by LARS MIKKELSEN in the danish dub

gifs are by @warminthewintersblog

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

BECAUSE IM GONNA WATCHING HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE ON REPEAT FROM NOW ON

HIS NAME IS HOWL BECAUSE HE WANTS ME TO HOWL HIS NAME SO BAD—(gets shot)

@handbaskethell source link here!!

#thrawn #star wars #grand admiral thrawn #ahsoka #lars mikkelsen #star wars rebels #thrawn x reader #didnt mean to moan that loud my bad #star wars chiss #thrawn imagine #mitth’raw’nuruodo my beloved #mitth’raw’nuruodo #mitth'raw'nuruodo #howl jenkins pendragon #howls moving castle #howl’s moving castle #howl pendragon

[theaskywalker]

Imagine Howl saving you from the Witch of the Waste's henchmen

Masterlist

#howls moving castle #howl pendragon #howl x reader #imagines #studio ghibli #diana wynne jones #howl jenkins pendragon #savior #witch of the waste #henchmen #wizard

[writing-fanics]

• Studio Ghibli • Fic Ideas

. In honor of my movie theater playing Spirited Away rn I’m in the Ghibli mood .

. Spirited Away .

Haku (aged up)

Forget-Me-Not

.summary: forget me nots their favorite flower and yet when they arrive in the spirit world they return to the spirit world they have no recollection of Haku.

True Love

.summary: a spirit and a human falling in love.

Howls Moving Castle

Howl

. Daffodils .

.summary: she watched as daffodil surrounded her body symbolizing her unrequited love for howl.

Ashitaka

.nobody knows your heart .

.summary: their eyes pierced through his soul as if judging him. They didn’t speak much growling and riding away.

#fanfic #x reader #angst #headcanons #fluff #romance #studio ghibli imagines #studio ghibli x reader #haku x reader #arren x reader #tales of earthsea #howls moving castle #haku spirited away

[noisyquokka]

Little Oasis

pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

genre: Howl’s Moving Castle AU, Fantasy, Fluff

length: 2.2k

warnings: None that I could think of but please let me know if I missed anything 💛

Anonymous asked: hiii!! could I request a fanfic with hyunjin but he's howl (from howls moving castle). idk 🥲 I just really like that film and hyunjin reminds me so much of howl!!

A/N: Oh boy, was I excited to see this in my inbox! I feel like this request popped up at the perfect time since I spent the weekend at my aunt’s cottage. My imagination may have gotten the better of me but I’m fairly certain that this is my most detailed piece to date, so I hope you enjoy! Also, I might have sprinkled some of my personal “Hyunjin as Howl” headcanons in here, I couldn’t help myself 🥰 Enjoyy!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧  

Your heartbeat thumped in your chest, keeping rhythm with your weathered boots as Hyunjin pulled you along behind him. His coat draped over your shoulders, swaying every which way as he swung the both of you around the corner and through the empty alley.

You should have seen this coming, really. It seemed as if you found yourself in this predicament more often than not, racing behind the tall raven-haired man down various alleyways of the village. From what? Well, whoever or whatever may be looking for him. The war may have ended but Howl Jenkins Pendragon was still a very sought-after wizard. Of course, it wasn't always for the right reasons. Hence, your current situation.

"This way, darling!" His grip on your hand was firm as he led you down another dimly lit alleyway. "Hurry!"

You followed without hesitation, doing your best to keep up with the man's much longer strides. You didn't know who was chasing after you two, and you knew better than to stop and ask at such a moment. Hyunjin knew what he was doing, and after the numerous times he'd saved you, you trusted him with your life. Even so, when you saw the pathway come to a dead end, you couldn't help the dread that crept into your veins.

He turned back the way you had came, just as the shadows of the pursuers cascaded across the stone walls. They were very much on your tails and Hyunjin was not about to put you in any sort of danger. His grip on you tightened, and before you could say a word, the sapphire pendant that hung around his neck began to glow and you were ascending to the rooftops in the arms of the powerful wizard.

"Hyunjin!!" You screeched, feeling your stomach drop as the ground got farther and farther away and you soared higher into the air. Your hands found his, holding on for dear life.

"I've got you, you know what to do." He murmured in your ear, lacing his fingers with yours as you began the usual waltz across the rooftops. It wasn't like you hadn't experienced this before. Hyunjin would take you on late night rooftop escapades every so often, but that didn't usually involve being chased back home. There was always one unlucky outing though, and it seemed tonight was one of them.

Your anxiety spiked, but as your feet hit the cobblestone streets once again, you felt the adrenaline kick in. The two of you booked it for the familiar abandoned building that would miraculously turn into the inviting place you called home once you breeched the entrance. You didn't care who it was that was chasing the young wizard beside you. Just as long as the two of you found shelter in the safety of the castle.

Once Hyunjin's fingers gripped the door handle, your legs almost gave out. The door slammed shut, that familiar bell chimed, and you took a moment to catch your breath on the stairs. Home sweet home, at last.

Or, it should have been. However, you weren't in the familiar warm and cozy castle that you had called home for the past year. Instead, your hands sunk into rich soil. The sounds of songbirds and insects hummed through... a forest, lush and fragrant.

"H-Hyunjin, what is this place?"

You rose to your feet, taking in the world around you. The sunlight filtered through the low hanging branches of the trees, casting an ethereal pink glow throughout the quiet forest. Birds sang their songs as they fluttered from branch to branch, plucking ripe, juicy berries from the juniper and elderberry bushes not too far away.

Hyunjin cleared his throat, a sheepish expression settled over his features once you turned to him.

"My apologies, I never introduced you to this place. It's my, er... secret oasis." He replied, glancing up to the swaying canopy of the trees. You watched as the wind played with his hair, blowing the raven-colored strands behind him. A few fell into his line of sight as he seemingly reminisced about this beautiful dream-like world he had conjured up. "I kind of forgot I created it, if I'm honest."

"How did we manage to get here, then?" You breathed, completely enamored.

"I'm not exactly sure... I can get us back home without an issue, though. So," He held a hand out in waiting, gaze falling upon you with a soft smile. "Shall I give you the grand tour?"

Your lips upturned into a smile of your own, nodding in excitement as you took his hand. With a gentle squeeze, Hyunjin pulled you along down the mossy path of the heavily wooded area. The paths were surrounded in high grasses and wildflowers, most likely the work of magic as the trees blocked out much of the sunlight. The rattling of antlers resounded somewhere in the deep brush of the forest and you glanced towards the way it had came, catching sight of two young bucks that seemed to be in the midst of a sparring session. They paused in their fight, alert and observing as the two of you passed by.

"Watch your step." Hyunjin's soft voice pulled you from your haze and you glanced down. A large tree trunk protruded from below the forest floor, home to a cluster of glowing fuchsia mushrooms. You blinked at the unusual sight.

"This place is something out of a fairytale." You whispered, stepping over the trunk before you kept on your way through the forest. Hyunjin chuckled, smiling to himself. He adored watching you explore. It didn't matter what it was, the real world or one of his magical ones. You always saw them in a way no one else was able to. With a sort of childlike bewilderment that glimmered in your eyes no matter where you'd look. He wished he would have shown you this one sooner. Even Markl never got that excited.

As you continued on, the forest soon opened into a clearing. Hyunjin paused in his tracks, nodding his head in a forward gesture. You held his crystalline gaze for a moment before you found yourself entranced once again. The scene before you was something to behold. The path of moss softly transitioned into gray slate, contrasted by the bright purple-pink blooms of creeping thyme. Your grip on Hyunjin's hand loosened, falling away completely as you made your way further into the garden. The woody, citrus scent tickled your nose as you disturbed the aromatic groundcover beneath your feet. A stone birdbath sat in the center of the path just a few meters ahead, watched over by a large stone statue, it's feminine features cascading down to the water as if pondering when the next songbird would offer her a fleeting moment of its company. Around her, various species of flowers bloomed, an invitation for the buzzing bees searching for sweet nectar and, perhaps, to rest among the silky petals. You reached out as you waltzed through the garden, allowing the swaying branches of the willow trees to flow through your fingers.

"This place... It feels like a dream." You said with a smile. "It's so breathtaking!"

You scanned the rest of the clearing, searching for anything else hiding in the over-grown garden. An easel sat by the edge of the river, leaning against one of the massive willow trees. A few feet away was a wooden swing that hung from one of the willow's stronger branches. Hyunjin followed you down to the river's edge, grinning at the sight of you reaching for the thick rope that supported the swing.

"I haven't spent time here in quite a while now." Hyunjin spoke up, leaning against the trunk of the old tree. You sat down on the swing, glancing up toward the sky where the branches danced with the breeze. You turned to the wizard with a furrowed brow.

"Why not? It's so beautiful here, peaceful." It was true. Whatever adrenaline that had taken hold of you before falling into this unknown world had dispersed. Contentedness was what you felt now, your chest fluttering with a sense of calm and peaceful delight.

Hyunjin sighed heavily, his eyes settled on the sun that sat just above the horizon. The jewels that adorned his ears caught the light of the early morning sun, casting rainbows of light along his jawline. You followed his gaze across the river, taking in the vastness of the picturesque valleys in the distance.

"This place used to bring me such unspeakable peace. I'd spend days at a time here practicing spells, painting, daydreaming..." He trailed off, closing his eyes briefly. You took note of his words - that he used to get peace from this world - and wondered what had changed. As if he could read your thoughts, he spoke up.

"Sometimes reality can be more than we bargain for. When it became too much for me, I came here as a means of escape."

Hyunjin traipsed slowly behind you with long, flowing strides. The silk top fluttered along his skin as he moved closer, light and arid. Like the water that bubbled over the rocks in the riverbed. Like the clouds above, awash in the shades of burnt peach and lavender. He may as well have been air personified, you thought.

"Have you noticed the sun hasn't moved on the horizon?"

You hummed an affirmative, swinging lightly as he spoke.

"Mornings have always been sacred to me. The world is just waking, the sun rises to kiss the delicate petals of flowers. The forest sings a symphony to welcome the new day, as if danger is a passing bubble of thought that holds no threat. It's playful, in a way."

You felt the warmth of his hands on your back as he gave you a gentle push, allowing the momentum to propel you forward and back. Hyunjin continued and you listened with fervor.

"The wilds of the forest live on, and the song birds, the foxes, the deer... they don't worry much about anything. I had an epiphany as I would watch them, that they are very much what I aspired to be for a long time. They live life through discovery. And they learn through experiencing."

The young wizard stepped out of the way of the swing, his celestite eyes glimmering at you as your boots began to lightly skim the grass below them. His hands linked behind his back in a boyish manner, glancing about the overgrown garden with the same admiration in his eyes that he would often bless you with. His fingers grasped the ropes of the swing after a moment, bringing you to a halt altogether. You shared a long glance, no words exchanged besides the whispering winds in the trees.

"And then I met you and I... I realized that you, my dear, you live life as the creatures of the forests do. Not only here, but in the real world, too." You tilted your head at his words, curious as to what he meant. He exhaled at the sight, wracking his brain for the right words. As if they didn’t want to flow easily within his head.

"Try as I may, I can't seem to articulate my words without coming off as a fool." He said, a small breath of laughter accompanied by a shake of his head. Your eyes flitted to his tensed shoulders, his cheeks blooming as he distracted himself with the rings that adorned his fingers. You took a chance, raising your hands up to where Hyunjin's gripped the swing, slipping your fingers under his in a comforting manner. Hyunjin visibly relaxed from your touch and you smiled when he gathered his courage, looking you straight in the eye with a newfound confidence as he spoke.

"What I wanted to say is..." Deft fingers brushed along the expanse of your cheek, falling to the tip of your chin. "You have a way of making life, mm, enchanting. Wonderous!"

You couldn't help but to laugh at his words. You? Wonderous and enchanting?!

"Enchanting... Isn't that in your job description, Great Wizard?" You teased, ignoring the heat in your cheeks from such a high compliment. Hyunjin chuckled, pulling you up from the swing. You still had questions, though.

"I still don't quite understand. You said you don't find peace in this world like you used to. What changed?"

For the second time that evening, Hyunjin gave your hands a firm squeeze. You took the moment and admired the man in front of you, his smile slowly fading until his earrings caught your attention. The emerald gems shimmered a moment and you felt your chest flutter as those crystalline eyes melted into the familiar rich brown that you knew so well. Only you. Hyunjin blinked softly, humming in contentment at the sight of your upturned lips.

"Perhaps I've found something that brings me the same feeling without my added dose of magic..." He whispered, placing a chaste kiss to the back of your hand.

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Searching~ Howls Moving Castle Inspired Ateez drabble

❖ Ateez, Seonghwa x Hongjoong, Other hinted pairings

❖ Fluff, Comedy, Howls Moving Castle Au, Drabble/Imagine

❖ Tw: jealousy

❖ wc: 1759

❖ @atiny-piratequeen @atiny-dazzlinglight @kimnamshiks @gettin-a-lil-hanse ❖ Masterlist ❖

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Inspired by Howls Moving Castle and this Studio Ghibli song playlist especially the first song~

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Dancing along the sky-way his feet flitted across the cobblestones. Music rang out from bands in different areas of the marketplace. The smell of fresh bread wafted from the bakery, and people from all around lined up for the famous hat shop, the very one of the girl who had once been Howl's sweetheart. Or so she claimed, however, Hongjoong paid them no mind, only rolling his eyes when another group of foreigners raced in front of him to get to it repeating the same old story. Hongjoong merely shoved the bread in his mouth and continued to dance his way through the crowd, the rush of people paying the young lad no mind. What did they care for the boy with two-toned hair? His white button-up rolled above his elbow, the black suspenders holding up his grey tartan slacks, and the polished but worn brown shoes impressed them none. They were all much more excited for the glitz and glam of it all, the big tall, and sometimes short men in uniform were far more appealing than him and his pierced ears and his grey newsboy flat cap. However he noticed them plenty, eyes peeled for the small brief glimpses of magic. Almost always it was a farce but when he did catch an occasional glimpse of the real stuff he beamed, scratching down sharp-faced letters into his notebook. 

Many people just passed him by as he ate his toast and fried egg, assuming him to be no more than his looks behind the large circle glasses. A newsboy, trying to get the latest gossip, and in some fashions he was. Ears pricking up ever so often at the name-

But he was almost always let down, this town could glean him no more information. And if that girl from the hat shop warned him one more time to quit while he was ahead and stop poking his nose into magical things he might actually forget the lessons his mother taught him about polite manners when speaking to ladies. Afterall what did a soon to be princess know? She had run from that life to one of fame and “romance”. Hongjoong could do for some romance, but he more truly longed to see that bright fluttering flare one last time. So upon returning home to his tiny rented room, he packed his bag with what few belongings he had brought with him and slept early body bubbling with excitement for the next morning. Dawn came quickly as it always does, and soon enough he was bounding off down the old road, heading far out of the small town he had spent so many years in. Fleeting glimpses of satin locks always had his head whipping around, however futile the cricks in his neck proved to be. Many warned him to turn around and go home. That while the wastes were better in recent years they were still far too dangerous for anyone without magic, or so small. But Hongjoong laughed them off and waved good bye each time. Even as a cold wind picked up in the evening he trudged on, a smile upon his lips. Unfettered he delved into the wilderness searching, mile after mile until he was forced to take shelter under a boulder and rest for the night. Hand wrapped around his notebook as he slept, a smile upon his clissful face, wholly unaware of two eyes watching from a distance ensuring his peaceful slumber remained as so. Two more days carried by before Hongjoongs dust covered shoes led him over a hill and he yipped in delight. Far down below, was the very valley for which he had been searching, flowers by the millions swayed in the early morning air. A large mountainous lake glittered in the sun. “I found it!” He exclaimed and abandoning caution he raced down the hillside and into the beds of wildflowers. However after just a few short seconds he paid them no mind, throwing himself almost flat in an attempt to hide as the valley filled with wind and a whirring sound. Hongjoongs smile only grew, this was it! Now all he had to do was lie still, his intelligence was right! Just as he’d predicted- Yoink! A scream flew from Hongjoongs lips as he suddenly found himself grabbed round the waist and tugged up high into the air. “I’ve got him Cal! Haul us up!” The laigh laughter of a young mans voice did not soothe Hongjoongs fretting as he struggled and kicked as the ground suddenly dropped away beneath him. Flowers becoming tiny pricks of color dancing far below as their petals flurried in the air around them. “Don’t struggle like that-ah ah careful the master will kill me if I drop you.” Hongjoong felt dizzy as he clung to the mystery mans waist in an attempt to not tumble and free fall through the air. The younger mans laughter filled the air as they soared high into the sky on a thick rope, bursting through a layer of clouds before Hongjoong managed to turn his head fully around. The young lad who was gripping his waist and carrying him uncerramoniously like a sack of potatoes had curly raven hair and a wild mischievous smile. But his brown eyes were kind as he looked from Hongjoong to above where a flying island-no ship unlike anything Hongjoong had ever seen before hovered for them. A familiar mop of red hair hauling on the rope to pull them up. “You were supposed to blindfold him Wooyoung hyung what if-” “Jongho how when kidnapping him as I’m free swinging in the air am I supposed to do that?” Laughed Wooyoung as they reached the edge and were hauled onboard ship by the younger still strong wizards apprentice. Wooyoung gaped at him and Jongho pointedly avoided eye contact. After all Hongjoong probably would have in his shoes, for it had been Jongho twice who had stopped him from meeting as he had planned. “Kidnapped-” “Woo you weren’t supposed to tell him.” A blonde man Wooyoung didn’t recognize laughed and shook his head. “Nice too meet you at last, I’m San but you probably heard of me as Cal. I’m the spirit that keeps this-” “Now who’s saying too much.” rebutted Wooyoung elbowing him. Hongjoong staggered staring at all three in disbelief. Not to mention the large open courtyard and grass, clothes hanging neatly on the line. This couldn’t be it, for one they had grabbed HIM not him sneaking in as planned. And…it was all so bright and cheerful and normal. No magicky gimmicks-aside from the entire place flying in the air. Or that was until he took a closer look, curiosity drowning out the sound of Wooyoung, Sans, and Jonghos arguing and flirting he stepped closer. Moving to the hearth and dining set under a over hanging arch of the building Hongjoong didn’t even realize he’d lost his hat, Tousled white and black hair falling around his head as he stepped into the shade. “Its you…” He didn’t need them to turn around. He knew those shoulders as well as the back of his hand. “Hello Hongjoong…I warned you what would happen if you didn’t listen to me.” The deep voice resonated through his chest and made the shorter mans toes curl. “I didn’t forget, its why I’m here.” Hongjoong could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth were even, as his heart was doing the tango in his chest. Leather gloved hands gripping the strap of his bag tighter. Howl, as they called him turned around, gaze landing upon him with a unreadable expression. Long lashes framing his beautiful dark eyes, and his full lips were pulled together while he regarded Hongjoong. “So you still came to find me?” Howl chuckled and sat down crossing his long legs, the sorcerer was well at ease. “There was never a day I stopped looking.” He responded instantly. “Your spell to make me forget, didn’t work by the way.” Suddenly Howls face was all a flush with pink, eyes wide with surprise as he stared at Hongjoong. The two toned boy laughed, setting his bag on the table as he leaned into the sorcerors space. “It’d take a lot more than magic tricks to make me forget the man I fell in love with, and the one who took my first time~ Now, I hope you’re ready for me this time. I’ve studied hard for you everyday to be a good husband just as I promised~” Howl choked on a laugh of disbelief shying back into his seat flustered but smiling, more than a little pleased by his confession. Long fingers gripping Hongjoongs thin hips as he placed a knee between his thighs leaning over his larger frame. “I’m not a normal-” “So go on, your magic, your soul, everything about you is beautiful to me. I’ve been longing to see it all for so long.” Hongjoong purred cupping Howls cheek. Before the ravenette could speak however a new voice perked up light and amused a puppish jubilation to its tone. “I don’t think kidnapping Hyung is going the way Master Hwa was expecting it too.” “Yunho! Shhhhhh they were just getting to the good part!” A blushing tall deep voiced boy grabbed the tall man with puppy ears and tail and tugged him away with a laughing San. “YAH-” But Seonghwa’s yell turned into a happy smile tugging Hongjoong into his lap for a gentle and tender embrace. “Wait I’m trying to seduce you-” “Shhh. Just let me hold you for now. Seduce me later Joong…I still can’t believe you came here.” Whispered Seonghwa rumbling in his ear, eyes melting into two pools of swirling blue magic.

“Just promise me, you’ll never try and leave me again.” Hongjoong murmured.

Howl-Seonghwa chuckled and kissed the corner of his mouth, long fingers combing the flower petals from Hongjoongs hair. “I promise you, Darling, I will never leave you again. You’re stuck as the sorcerors bride from now on.” “H-hey you’re my bride-” But Hongjoong couldn’t help the slight quiver to his voice now, as his inner panicky gay broke out, absolute putty now he was faced with the man of his dreams. “Whatever you want-” “And don’t you ever go to any hat shops ever again!” Seonghwa couldn’t resist the hysterical laughter at Hongjoongs demand, ignoring too the subsequent yells and smacks for such an insult until his words were drowned out in sweet loving, and tender kisses.

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strawberries

pairing: minho + jisung x fem!reader genre: smut. established relationship [boyfriend!minho]. boyfriend’s best friend [jisung]. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 5k

summary: your boyfriend catches his best friend moaning your name.

Minho and Jisung were practically a package deal. Your boyfriend had even brought his best friend along on your third date. “He’s feeling down,” he’d said, the only explanation he’d offered. Luckily, you liked him. He was a little reserved at first, only opening up when you’d been dating Minho a few months. You ended up spending a lot of time with him without Minho, waking up to find your boyfriend had left for work and spending the day with his roommate instead. He was sweet, made you laugh, and you shared a love of Ghibli. It wasn’t until a year into your relationship that Minho had brought his friend’s little crush to your attention. 

Minho drapes his arm over you now, pulling you back into his chest. His lips brush against the skin behind your ear as he speaks. “Caught him again,” he mutters. “Got home late and heard him gasping your name.”

warnings: afab!reader. profanity. pet names. possessive behaviour. perv behaviour. food play. unprotected intercourse [dirty talk, breast play/sucking, cum kink, breeding kink, sharing].

“I still don’t believe you,” you whisper, feeling your cheeks warm. He’d been trying to convince you of his friend’s crush for months, informing you of multiple occasions he’d caught him touching himself to the thought of you. Jisung wouldn’t do that, you’d argue. Minho would always laugh, squeezing your cheeks between his fingers and making cooing noises. You’d slap him off, quickly changing the subject. 

He wraps his leg around you. “Do you need me to prove it to you? Hm?” he says sweetly, one hand moving up to cup your breast. 

You should say no. “How…would you do that?” you ask instead. 

He chuckles. “Tease him. He’s incredibly obvious if you pay a little attention.” 

You wiggle in his hold, rolling until you're facing him—his limbs still wrapped around you. “You want me to flirt with your best friend?” 

“As long as you remember you’re mine,” he says, smiling. He leans forward pressing a firm kiss to your forehead. 

“Isn’t it a little…mean?” 

“Hm? Not if we reward him.” 

“Reward?” 

He brushes your hair from your face. “Don’t you think he’s pretty? I’ve noticed you looking.” 

You frown. “I don’t look.” Of course you’d noticed he was pretty. How could anyone not. 

“It’s okay, baby. You think I'm prettiest, right?” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers brushing through his hair. “Fishing for compliments, again?”

“I’m asking you to try and seduce another man, I need a little reassurance.” 

“Yes, you’re the prettiest and I love you.” 

He nods, humming in approval. “Alright, then you can fuck him.” You huff you a startled laugh, face falling into his chest. When you look at him again the corner of his mouth is turned up, like it always did just before he caused chaos. “I’ll watch,” he adds. 

“You’re serious?” 

He hums, rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him. “You’ve never heard him. He chants your name as he cums, so desperate. He wants you so bad, baby. It can be a Christmas present, hm?” 

You’d never considered it before. You never considered anyone else, completely fucking obsessed with the man under you. Now that you are picturing it, you can’t help taking him seriously. You imagine him sitting back against the headboard, stroking his cock to the sight of his friend friend fucking you. How could you not consider it seriously? You hum, pressing your lips to his. “Let me think about it,” you murmur. 

The next time you see Jisung you can’t get the conversation out of your head. He asks if you want to watch Howl’s Moving Castle with him, offering you one of the peperos he’s snacking on. You nod silently, taking the little stick from him and taking way too long to finish it, nibbling at it as you pay zero attention to the movie. He’s wearing one of his many sleeveless tanks, his black hair flopping down over his eyes. He was very pretty. He turns to look at you suddenly, catching you ogling him. 

“What?” he questions. 

“Do you want some nutella?” you ask. “For the pepero.” 

“Sure,” he says, returning his attention to the movie. 

You suck in a few deep breaths as you retrieve the jar, preparing yourself. When you settle yourself back on the couch again you’re close enough for your thighs to brush together. It wasn’t unusual, you’d grown close enough to him that you were a little touchy sometimes. You wrap your hand around the lid, feigning a small groan as you subtly tighten instead of loosening it. You eventually nudge him, holding the jar out to him. “I think Minho screwed it on too tight again,” you say as he takes it from you. 

A half eaten pepero hangs from his lips as he wraps his hand around it, biceps flexing as he pops it off easily—handing it back to you casually. “Thank you, Sungie,” you say, wrapping your fingers around his bicep and squeezing gently. His eyes drop to his arm for a moment and you feel his muscles flex just as you release him. 

Minho was right. He wasn’t subtle at all. His eyes are on you more than the film from then on, watching as you dip pepero into the jar then sucking the nutella off each one—pushing them in and out of your mouth a few times before nibbling. It convinces you to carry out Minho’s plan, whispering your agreement in his ear later that night as he buries his cock in you. He cums seconds later. 

When Minho buys you a new red bikini, you can predict what torture method he has planned for his friend today. He invites Jisung to the beach and reminds you to bring your sunscreen as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. When you arrive, you aren’t surprised at all when he shoves the bottle into Jisung's hands, asking him to help you while he sets up. Jisung stands there awkwardly, looking between you both until you feel sorry for him and beckon him over. “I can do it,” you say, taking the bottle from him and attempting to reach back over your shoulder to lather your upper back. 

“Help her!” Minho shouts after a moment, struggling with the beach umbrella. 

“Shut up!” you shout back, watching as your boyfriend smiles cheekily at you while his friend's back is turned. You roll your eyes. “Ignore him,” you say to Jisung, continuing to reach over your shoulder. 

“I can…I mean I can help,” he offers. “If you want.” 

“Yeah?”

He nods, his palm spread over his abs. “Thanks, Sungie.” You offer him a small smile and spread your towel down over the sand, laying yourself down onto your stomach. You close your eyes. It takes him a while to start. You imagine him kneeling beside you, looking back and forth between you and your boyfriend. Then his warm palms smooth over your shoulder blades, massaging the cream into your skin. You keep completely still, not wanting to spook him. He’s thorough, very thorough. You can’t help smiling into your elbow when he pauses, his fingers twitching a little at your lower back. Then he continues, his pinky finger nudging the hem of your bikini bottoms. 

“Think you got it all,” Minho says, startling the boy next to you. His hands are off you so quick you have to disguise your laugh as a cough, face still buried in your arms. You lift yourself onto your knees and after giving your boyfriend a quick glance, you wrap your arms around Jisung—pressing your chests together. 

“Thank you,” you say before sitting back, watching as his eyes flick down to your cleavage. 

“Swim?” Minho asks, helping you up. Jisung doesn’t stand. 

“I’ll come in a bit,” he says instead, hand positioned over his crotch. Minho nudges you as you make your way to the water. 

“He had a hard on,” he says once you're out of earshot. “In case you missed it.” 

“You’re evil.” 

He scoops you up in his arms. “And you’re hot.” 

You’re lounging on the couch, your fluffy socks resting in Jisung’s lap when the doorbell rings. He lifts your legs from his lap to get it, returning with a small package. You pull your knees to your chest so he can settle back into the lounge. “I don’t remember ordering anything,” he says, pulling his car keys from his pocket to slice the tape from the edges. When he digs into the box and his eyebrows shoot up, you know instantly this was Minho’s dirty work. He lifts something green and lacy, his fingertips holding it like it could explode on him at any moment. You drop your head back. Oh god. 

“Um, I think…maybe this is yours,” he says. You lift your head. He’s not looking at you, eyes in his lap as he holds the small package out to you. You take it from him, lifting the lingerie from the box to inspect it. It’s a one piece, kind of. A few pieces of lace connect the bra to the panties. A large emerald green bow made of ribbon sits at the back, just above where your ass would be. It’s pretty and you can imagine Minho asking you to keep it on as he fucks you, slipping the panties to the side so he can enter you. 

“I must have… used your account to order accidentally,” you offer in explanation. “I’m sorry.” 

He shakes his head. “It’s fine,” he says. “It’s pretty.” He snaps his eyes to yours suddenly, like he’s startled by his own words. His cheeks are red. “I mean…it’s a nice colour.” 

“You think so?” 

“I…uh…yeah.” 

You turn it around, showing him the big bow at the back. “Do you think the colour suits my skintone?” you ask. “It’s a little different to how it looked online.” 

He’s quiet and when you look up at him, his eyes are fixed on the fabric. “Jisung?” you prompt. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, it’ll suit you,” he says quickly. You offer him a small smile and he jumps off the couch, backing away from you slowly. “I should shower,” he says before turning and disappearing. Just like that. 

You wear it that night. Your boyfriend turns you over, his hands smoothing over your ass as he mutters to himself. “Bet he imagined you like this, wrapped up for him like a fucking gift, mm?” 

When he pulls the panties aside and pulls you down onto his cock he asks you to explain how his friend had looked when he’d opened it. Tell him again how red he’d gotten. How quickly he’d escaped. He groans into your neck. “He fucked himself to the thought of you like this, didn’t he baby? Imagined your hot cunt around him. Do you think he muttered your name again? Hm?” You cum with a whine, biting into his forearm as he mutters in your ear. 

Today is the day Minho announces, tugging you into a sitting position as you rub the sleep from your eyes. “Hm?” you question, hardly awake as he bounces around you. 

“I went to the market,” he says, lifting a bag up in front of your face. “Strawberries. Remember our second date when we went to that place that did chocolate fondue? First time we had sex,” he smiles. 

You drop back against the pillows, pulling the blankets up over your shoulders. “It’s too early for chocolate,” you mumble. 

He places the bag on the ground and climbs over you, pressing you into the mattress. “Tonight?” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, keep your eyes closed. “Yeah, sure.” 

“You still want to? Fuck him?” 

You hum, nodding. “He’s pretty.” 

“Not as pretty as me though.” 

“Mm, the prettiest,” you mumble. 

He presses his lips to your cheek then climbs off you, leaving you to drift back to sleep. 

You get home that night to find both men in the kitchen, a complete mess of ingredients and dirty dishes covering every inch of bench space. Jisung is the first to approach you, a big bowl of melted chocolate in his arms. “Look what we made, “ he says, proudly. You reach up to wipe some chocolate from the corner of his mouth, keeping eye contact as you push your thumb between your lips to suck it off. 

“It’s yum,” you say before casually walking past him to embrace your boyfriend. “You gonna clean this up?” 

“Later,” he says, pulling you tight against him. 

“Mm, now. Jisung and I will wait in the living room,” you say, smiling sweetly and kissing him on the cheek. “Where are the strawberries?” His eyes flick between yours, then over your shoulder. Then he releases you, turning to grab a bowl of strawberries and passing it to you. 

“Don’t…start without me,” he says. 

“We’ll save you some,” you say, huffing out a small laugh at his true meaning. When you turn, Jisung is still standing where you left him—eyes fixed on the chocolate in his arms. You brush his shoulder as you pass. “C’mon, Minho will clean.” 

He makes an effort to keep his eyes on the tv as you both take turns dipping the fresh strawberries into the chocolate, even when you lick the mess from your fingers. You’re starting to doubt tonight will be the night Minho had planned and then your boyfriend enters—shirtless. 

“You lose your shirt down the kitchen sink?” you ask. 

“Got hot,” he says, lifting you onto his lap as he takes your spot on the couch. Jisung shuffles a little away from you both, practically crushing himself against the armrest. Minho reaches for a strawberry from the bowl in his friend's lap then dips it in the chocolate and holds it to your lips. You take a bite, keeping eye contact with your boyfriend as you wrap your lips around it. His eyes drop to your lips then he tugs you a little closer to his torso. When you’re finished chewing he offers you his fingers, letting you suck the chocolate from them. He presses them in and out of your mouth slowly, the noise of the television white noise behind you. 

When you finish you turn to the man next to you, his eyes fixed on you. You take a strawberry, dip it in chocolate, then hold it up to him. “You want one, Sungie?” you offer. His eyes drop to the chocolate covered berry between your fingers, then to your boyfriend. Whatever he sees in Minho’s eyes gives him the courage to lean towards you and wrap his lips around the strawberry, his eyes on yours as he bites down. 

“Nice?” you ask. 

He nods and when he swallows you offer him your fingers. He looks at your boyfriend again then leans forward eagerly, wrapping his lips around you. A small noise escapes his throat. Minho adjusts you in his lap, making his hard cock apparent beneath you. You take turns feeding each other, giving up cleaning the chocolate from your mouths. You eventually lean forward and lick it from your boyfriend's lips, not bothering to hold back your small moans as you taste him. 

He stands up, lifting you with him and taking a few steps towards his bedroom. Then he turns, eyes fixing on his best friend on the couch. “You coming?” he asks. 

Jisung looks between you both, mouth opening and closing a few times. “What?” he eventually gets out.

“Do you wanna fuck my girlfriend?” Minho asks, tone confident and steady as always—like it was a completely normal thing to ask. You watch Jisung place the bowl next to him, then pick it up again. He stands, rocking back and forth on his feet. You tap Minho’s shoulder, prompting him to let you down. Then you approach the nervous looking, very pretty boy. 

You take the empty bowl from him, setting it down on the small table by your legs. “Would you like to have sex with us, Sungie?” you ask, trailing your finger down his arm. His wide eyes flick between yours, his tongue flicking out to lick his plush upper lip. 

“You…you want me to…” he trails off. 

“Only if you want,” you whisper. “Do you want to?” 

He nods quickly, then looks over your shoulder. “Yes,” he says. 

“Come on, then,” your boyfriend says. You take Jisung’s hand in yours, offering him a small smile before following your boyfriend to your shared bedroom. 

Your boyfriend settles himself against the headboard as you sit Jisung at the edge of the bed. “Should I wear that thing I bought the other day?” you ask him. He swallows, bouncing against the bed as he readjusts his position. 

“I, uh… if you want.” 

“Tell me what you want,” you say. “Do you want me to wear it?” 

“Y-Yeah,” he breathes. You turn and dig through your drawers. 

“Good choice,” Minho says from his position on the bed. “She looks like a little gift in that thing. You’ll love it.” 

“You’re really… okay with this?” Jisung asks as you find the lingerie. 

“You know I hear you, right?” your boyfriend says in response. “Heard you jerking your cock to the thought of her.” 

“I… didn’t…I mean I—” 

“I want you to fuck her,” Minho interupts. 

“Sungie?” you call, pulling his attention back to you just as you pull your sweatshirt over your head. You aren’t wearing anything underneath and he’s quiet as he takes in the sight of you half naked in front of him. You look over his shoulder as your boyfriend pulls the rest of his clothes off, revealing his hard cock. He begins stroking himself, his eyes fixed on you. “Should take your clothes off,” you mutter to Jisung as you pull your shorts down your legs. His eyes snap from your chest as he stands, clumsily pulling the fabric from his body as you step into the lacy, green one piece. 

“Come here,” Minho says. “You wanna watch her crawl towards you.” 

Jisung does what he says, crawling up the bed to settle beside his best friend. You stand at the end of the bed, taking in the sight of them both waiting for you.

“Pretty,” Jisung mutters. Minho smiles, looking you up and down like he’s proud of you—like you’ve just won an award and he’s watching you perform your acceptance speech. 

“Mm,” he hums, stroking himself. “She is, isn’t she?” 

You wonder if that’s what this is for him, an extension of his own praise kink—stretched out to include you. It makes you feel warm, the idea that he thought you so much a part of him that compliments towards you had the same effect as ones directed at him. He pats his lap, prompting you to crawl up the bed towards him and climbing into his arms. You moan into his mouth, aware of Jisung’s eyes on you both. 

When Minho pulls back, he turns you—lying you back against the pillows and settling himself between your legs. “Come here,” he says to Jisung, pushing your thighs apart. “Tell me what you think about.” 

Jisung looks up at you then his eyes drop between your legs, lips parting at the sight of Minho tracing his fingers lightly over you. “What do you think about when you’re fucking yourself to the thought of her?” Minho prompts, eyes fixed on yours. His eyes say: See? Told you I could prove it. You want to reach down and kiss the smug look off his face. 

“I-I don’t think I can…I mean…” 

“I want to hear, Sungie. It’s okay,” you offer. It’s clear he still hasn’t processed the situation he’s found himself in, not confident enough to answer Minho’s question plainly. 

“Do you think about her tits?” Minho asks. 

His friend’s eyes trail up your body, pausing on your chest. He nods. “What do you think about?” Minho asks, fingers slipping under the panties to press directly to your cunt. Your hips jump off the bed. You’d been distracted by Jisung, taken off guard by your boyfriend’s movement. 

“I think about…about sucking them as I fuck her,” he whispers, just loud enough for you to make out. 

Minho strokes you gently, his lips curving up. You’re prepared for what he says next. “You can suck them while I fuck her,” he says. “I’m gonna feel her first, then you can have a go, yeah?” Minho says. 

Jisung looks to his friend, nodding eagerly in agreement. 

“Come see her pretty little cunt first,” Minho says, slipping the panties to the side fully and shuffling aside so his friend can take his place between your legs. “Touch her,” he encourages. 

Your breathing is uneven now, squirming halted by your boyfriend's hands as Jisung inspects you. He’s quiet as he hesitantly lifts his finger to your folds then very gently brushes over you. Minho’s hand pushes you down a little harder when you attempt to roll into him, seeking friction. “Pretty, isn’t she?” he asks, keeping his eyes between your legs. “Look at her puffy little lips. Pretty hole fluttering for cock.”

“So pretty,” Jisung breathes as the tip of his finger prods gently against your entrance. He toys with you for a bit before you reach down and grab his wrist, holding him against you. 

“You like Sungie touching you, baby?” Minho asks sweetly. You nod, grinding against the hand you hold to your cunt. “You want him to suck your pretty tits?” You nod again, a small whine slipping from your lips. “Then you have to let him go, hm?” 

You drop Jisung’s wrist reluctantly, gripping the sheets beside you instead. 

“My good girl,” he says, resuming his place between your legs.

 Jisung shuffles up beside you. When he hesitantly reaches towards you, you guide him to your breast—waiting until he takes a firm grasp before letting go. “S’okay,” you encourage, eyes squeezing shut as the tip of your boyfriend's cock kisses your entrance. 

“You heard her,” Minho says to his friend, pushing his tip just past your entrance and retreating again. “Take it out,” he instructs.

Jisung pulls the fabric down, letting one of your breasts free from the lace. He doesn’t hesitate this time, leaning down and wrapping his plush lips around your nipple. Minho pushes inside you as your back arches off the bed, hands grasping your waist to hold you against him. His thick cock pushes through your walls as Jisung’s wet tongue laps at your breast. You want to suck your boyfriend dry for suggesting this to you all those weeks ago. He pauses when he bottoms out, eyes fixed on where his friend moans around your nipple. You lift your hand to tangle in his soft hair, holding him to your chest. His other hand moves to your stomach, smoothing up your skin to blindly pull the lace from your other breast so he can cover it with his palm. He groans a little when you tug his hair lightly. 

Minho begins rolling his hips after a moment. “Feel nice?” he asks, brows furrowed. You recognise this look. He was holding back. He wanted to fuck you hard and fast until he filled you, but he was resisting. 

“Mm. Thank you, baby,” you manage to get out, reaching down to cover his hand where he holds your hip and squeezing him gently. He closes his eyes, a low groan slipping from his throat as he drops his head back. You want to sit up and latch onto his neck, bared prettily for you. You tug Jisung's hair a little harder until he releases you. His lips are wet, eyes glassy as he looks to you for instruction. 

“Sit behind me?” 

He’s quick to obey, lifting you gently and settling you back against his chest. Minho falls over you, sandwiching you between both their bodies as he begins moving. You can kiss his neck like this, the taste of him on your lips as Jisung plays with your hair. “She feels so fucking good,” he mutters, clearly speaking to his friend. “Did you imagine her? How tight she is?” 

“Yeah,” Jisung breathes behind you. “She’s…she’s tight?” 

“Fucking gripping me…sucking me back in every time I try and pull out.” 

“Fuck,” Jisung groans, his hard cock pressed against you. You imagine him leaking with precum, his hips rolling a little as he attempts to get a little friction. You feel bad for him suddenly. 

“You gonna… let him…let him fuck me?” you mutter into your boyfriend’s neck. 

“Mm, baby. He can fuck my cum into you, yeah?” Jisung makes a choked noise behind you. “Gonna fill you up first,” your boyfriend finishes. You whine, nodding as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Sound good?” he asks his friend, lifting his head to look at the man pressed to your back. 

You don’t hear any response but when your boyfriend drops his face into your neck, laughing softly—you imagine he must have made a non-verbal agreement. That was another thing your boyfriend liked: cum. The first time he’d taken you raw you’d seen a whole new side of him, practically feral as he’d rutted into you and then sat back to watch his cum leak from your swollen cunt. It doesn’t surprise you at all that the idea of watching someone else fuck it back into you excited him. 

He pushes you into his friend harder as his pace increases, grunting into your neck with each thrust. You’re completely surrounded by warmth, above, behind and inside. It only adds to it when Minho releases, warm cum flooding you as he whines into your neck. You clench around him, helping him draw out his high as he opens his mouth and bites gently into your shoulder. 

Jisung plays with your hair clumsily as your boyfriend catches his breath, cock twitching against you. “Did he fill you?” he whispers, as if speaking any louder will disturb your fucked out boyfriend. 

“Mm,” you hum, “So well. Got me all sloppy for you,” you breathe. 

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, voice a little louder now. “So hot…you make me so hard.”

“Yeah?” 

“Sometimes I—” he cuts himself off, somehow still shy after your boyfriend fucked you against his chest. 

“Tell me,” you breathe. 

“I listen to you. I listen to him fuck you and imagine it’s me.” 

“Then you act all sweet to my face?” you huff out a tired laugh. 

“Sweet?” he questions.

You hum. “You’re always so sweet to me, Sungie.” His fingers brush over your scalp, pulling a soft moan from your throat. “So sweet.” 

Your boyfriend lifts his head from your neck, clearly recovered enough to rejoin the conversation. “You want him to fuck you sweetly?” he asks, one corner of his mouth pulled up into a small smirk. 

“He can fuck me however he wants.” 

“Hear that?” he says, lifting off you and then pulling you off his friend’s chest. He switches positions with him, settling himself back against the pillows and pulling you against him before spreading your legs for his friend. His finger traces through your folds as Jisung watches, prodding his cum back into you. “Fuck it back into her,” he mutters. “Tear the lace off her first.”

“Like… break it? Tear it?” 

“Mm, I bought it, don't worry.” 

Jisung looks at you for a moment, clearly remembering when you’d told him the green lingerie was your purchase. You have a feeling he’s going to make you pay for that as he reaches between your legs and tears the fabric apart with both hands. His biceps flex with the movement and you drop your head back into your boyfriend, closing your eyes. 

Minho presses small kisses to your neck as his friend pushes into you. “Talk to me,” he says, lips fixed to your skin. “Tell me how she feels.” 

“P-Perfect.” 

“Mm, perfect little pussy,” he mumbles into your neck. 

You’re struggling to keep a grip on everything happening around you, officially overwhelmed. Then, Jisung starts moving. He doesn’t hold back like your boyfriend had at first and the while Minho continues muttering into your neck, all you can hear is the sound of his best friend fucking a load of Minho’s cum into you. It’s wet and messy and it pushes you over the edge, squeezing Jisung’s cock as your walls contract around him. 

You’re vaguely aware of your boyfriend speaking. To his friend, you assume. Then Minho’s hand moves to your jaw, tilting your head so he can kiss you. You’re too fucked out to help him, letting him move his plush lips over yours as his friend fucks into you. “Min,” you whisper eventually. 

“Mm, my love?” 

“You’re so smart.” 

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead then lowering your head to his chest—letting you go completely limp against him. “You gonna fill her up?” he says, hands stroking up and down your arms slowly. “I know that’s what you want most. I’ve heard you. “Always her name when you come all over yourself…right?” 

Jisung says nothing, eyes fluttering closed as his grip tightens on your hips. He pulls you down a little with the intensity of his movements, a physical reaction to Minho’s words. “Maybe I’ll let you have her again,” he continues. “Let you milk your cock with her instead of just jerking off to the thought of it.” 

He’s quiet for a moment, and you think he’s relenting—giving his friend a chance to catch his breath. Then he goes for the kill. “We’ve been talking about going off birth control…getting pregnant.” 

Jisung snaps his eyes to Minho, then to you—his hips stuttering into you. “Would you like to suck on her again? Once I’ve bred her.” That’s the end, one last pump deep inside and then he’s groaning. His cum joins your boyfriend’s, spilling out around his cock. You don’t have to see your boyfriend’s face to know how he looks, fucked out and cocky. He’ll take this as a win, wave it around in both of your faces for the foreseeable future. You couldn’t care less. 

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[howidraw]

Just saw How Do You Live (Boy and the Heron). In short, it delivered but this isn't a review, we're chatting about a single animator. Avoiding all trailers I was surprised to see this opening scene:

That's definitely Shinya Ohira, I thought.

Often I wonder about the process of an artist bringing a concept to reality. Starting life as an idea, it gets filtered, drained and blemished through the process of reaching the audience.

When I see Ohira's scenes I become aware of my heartbeat as if it's synchronizing with his.

Though I first saw his work on Akira, this short from the Animatrix was THE ONE. I still call it "Ya Know, The Skateboard Kid" and people know exactly what I'm talking about.

Ohira's opening scene in How Do You Live was left uncorrected which worked with the nightmarish atmosphere of the sequence. I'd imagine bringing his work on-model has to be hell.

You're watching an anime and suddenly, THAT SCENE pops up. Kill Bill, Howl's Moving Castle, Ping Pong, you know the ones.

In animation, they want you to stay on-model, keep the show cohesive, but speaking as one that works in the industry, I want to be seen.

You're watching something and get asked, "Wanna see something really cool?" and you get this crazy animation flex. I want to see artist go wild. Gimme THAT SCENE!

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[aspiringauthorintraining]

A Fateful Encounter (7/?)

Knowing it was now futile to try and stop Howl’s meltdown from occurring, you put your remaining energy into something useful and decided to make dinner. Purposely making extra for Howl when he came back, on the slight chance that having food in him would somehow lessen his dramatics in the future- and put some sense into him.

Sophie and Markl had retired to bed soon after dinner, leaving you to spark a conversation with the only other awake in the castle. And though he remained silent when asked about a certain topic of yours, others the resident fire demon had no qualms chattering your ears off about. 

“Well, first thing would be to get out of this place.”

“And then? What’s next on the list for the Great Fire Demon Calcifer once he’s free?” Expecting another lengthy response, you were surprised to see the fire demon with such a pensive expression. 

“I-I never thought that far...” he replied after a pause. “...I always thought that once I leave this hellhole, I’d figure out what to do, you know?” A moment passed before he spoke again, this time with a much lighter tone. “All I know is that I’m never coming back to this castle, that’s for sure!”

A teasing smile formed on your lips at his certainty. “Are you sure? I feel like you would miss us too much to leave in the first place.”

The fire demon gasped in horror. 

“I would never! Never would I willingly come back to this place unless it was to burn down everything down in front of Howl’s eyes.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed with a knowing grin, choosing not to argue with the fire demon for now.

With the help of Calcifer’s endless jabbering, eventually the talk turned into another one of his rants about the unfair working conditions for- and in the exact words he used- a “poor fire demon” such as himself. But apart from the noisy fire demon, it seemed as the castle itself had fallen into a slumber, calm and serene with its walls bathed in a golden warmth emitting from the fireplace. 

As the night grew, the occasional noise or nod of agreement with his words became more lethargic by the hour. It wasn’t long until your drooping eyes eventually closed shut, joining the rest of the castle into a peaceful sleep. 

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The whirl of the door dial broke the stillness of the castle, the entrance opening for the master of the castle himself. 

His feet trudged to the front of the fire place, feathers covered in the debris from the aftermath of bombs dropped on civilian homes. He immediately dropped down into the nearby chair in exhaustion. A small groan was heard as feet were propped up onto the edge of the fireplace.

“You okay? You smell terrible.” Calcifer grimaced, worried about the state of the wizard. A strong smell of ash and soot wafted into the room, growing stronger within the confined castle walls. “You shouldn’t keep flying around like that- soon you won’t be able to turn back into a human.”

The wizard could only groan. Feathered wings seemingly disappeared back into his grand coat, sharp claws back into shoes that had now lost their shine. His transformation ended with a heavy sigh, sinking further down into his chair. A brief conversation of the ongoing war was made before the castle returned back to silence.

The figure beside him went unnoticed- whether due to his current state or because he hadn’t sensed any threat- until a soft breathing was heard through the quietness. Head lazily turned to the right, his tired eyes landed on the source of the noise.

You were curled up in the wooden chair, head in a position that would most likely result in stiffness in your neck the following morning. 

His gaze lingered on you for some time, before noticing the plate of food on the fireplace in the corner of his eye. With the realization that the plate was meant for him, his attention returned to you once more. Calcifer observed the two of you in front of him while munching on his log, before looking away disinterestedly. 

Soft light now streamed through the windows as dawn approached, birds soon to chirp to the early morning.

His eyes glazed over trying to recognize the familiarity he felt in the moment, but the memory refused to come within grasp. He searched through the dark expanse of his mind, only to draw a blank. 

“I’m tired. Make some hot water for my bath.”

“Again?” Calcifer whined, waving what was left of his half-eaten log around in the air in annoyance.

The visibly displeased fire demon was ignored as Howl stood up, bringing his arms out of his coat to carry you. With a flick of his finger, the chair you had been sleeping in now was transformed into a well-sized cot. And with another, you were wrapped cozily in a blanket that had appeared out of nowhere and then tucked into the cot. 

Satisfied with his work before him, the wizard disappeared up the stairs- a warm plate in his hands.

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*(A/N): I’m back. hehe. 

I haven’t updated anything in a while but thank you to everyone who’s still leaving comments and checking in. Basically, I have some health problems that flared up again making me sick so I’ve been focusing on my health and just resting. I posted this series to have fun so I wanted to continue doing it when I was feeling better and not forcing myself to write. I’m feeling much better now so hopefully you’ll see more of me soon! And although it’s not naked Howl, I hope you still enjoy this chapter. Thank you.

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[manias-wordcount]

Um, is playing with howls hair ok?

When You Don't Have to Think (Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 :)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You used to think the castle was such a wild and untamed thing. You used to think Wizard Howl was a terrifying and ruthless man. You used to think the world was a dark and cruel place. You used to think a lot of things.

  You still do think though. You still let your thoughts wander. You let your imagination roam free. Off its leash and ready to get the two of you in more trouble than what it’s worth. But you can’t help it. You grew up on newspapers and whispers. Shelters and rumors. Militarization and fears. Your friends would tell you about one thing. One thing so scary and so frightening, you would rush home and tell your parents about the awful, dreadful news you just heard. There might have been tears. There might have been shallow breaths. They might have been shadows of the worst beasts, lurking just out of your sight as you recant what you heard to your parents. And oftentimes, they would tell you not to worry. That you’ll be fine. That you’ll be safe. But they wouldn’t tell you that your fears are unfounded. They wouldn’t tell you that your worries couldn’t come true.

  You used to think a lot of things. And you still think too. But now…

  “You’re falling asleep, my love. Are you sure you don’t want to lay down properly?”

  …you can afford the moments where not a single thought crosses your mind. Not a single one.

  “Mmm,” You let out a hum at Howl's question, but you opt not to answer it just quite yet. Your tongue has grown clumsy in your sleepy mood. Your fingers have grown quite busy with the task at hand. And your mind moves just a little slowly at his words- just barely registering the individual sounds in favor of listening to the heavenly voice that accompanies them. You didn’t realize it then, but a small smile slips on your face. A happy one. A content one. A smile that causes the kind look on Howl’s face to grow even more pleased as he looks up at you with beautiful, bright blue eyes. You smile back once more. Just a little wider. Just a little more teeth. A sight worth falling in love with. One he did many, many moons ago. “Mmm…”

  You let out a yawn.

  How many times have you yawned in the last minute? How many, you wonder. You can’t think of the answer. You can’t think of a lot of things. But you’re okay with that. You’re okay with Howl. And Howl is more than okay with you.

  Though at your yawn, he let out a bit of a dramatic sigh. A soft sigh that brushes passes through pretty lips. A soft sigh that brushes against your own skin. But you know deep down in your heart, he’s not as exasperated as he pretends to be. And how could he be in a moment such as this one? For he’s the one who pulled you on top of him as laid down on a couch in his private study. He’s the one who wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tight when you asked if he wanted you to move. And he’s the one who asked if you could tangle your fingers in his hair. Twirling shapes from long strands as the two share little more than a few words between the hours shared.

The moments when you realize you don’t have to think anymore. 

  At least for a little while.

  But now the sunlight that streams in from the semi-closed blinds no longer belongs to the mid-afternoon sun. No, this is the light of a sun that paints the room orange and bathes the two of you in a bright and warm-colored glow. It twists and turns and flutters away with every single creaky step the castle takes forward. But no matter what, it never leaves you. Not until it’s forced. So for now, it does everything in its power to stay. It does everything in its power for you.

It swaddles you in its comforting grasp. It’s calling your name- lulling you to sleep with every second that passes. And it fights Howl for the privilege of being the one that gets to kiss you goodnight. But you all know who’s going to win. You don’t even have to think to get this answer. You know you just know. 

  But your desire to keep playing with his hair is strong. Almost as strong as his adoring gaze. Almost as strong as arms around your waist. Almost as strong as his love for you. But you still find the strength inside you to keep your eyes open as you bring your pointer finger to his bangs and let it wrap around. And maybe your eyes start to droop as your hands cup up to cup his face in the gentlest of grips. At this point, it’s fair to say that it’s getting harder and harder to recover from your every blink. But you fight for the chance to tangle your fingers into his silky and let the strands fall from your hand one more time. And then one more time after that.

  Was that another yawn? Hmm, it was. Your eyes are feeling heavier than usual, aren’t they? You suppose it wouldn’t hurt to close your eyes and rest your head on his chest for a couple of seconds, right? You suppose you would think something like that. If only you could think in this moment. If only you could think.

  But isn’t it strange? Because you used to think a lot of things. You used to think the castle was such a wild and untamed thing. You used to think Wizard Howl was a terrifying and ruthless man. You used to think the world was a dark and cruel place. You used to think a lot of things. And sometimes, you still do think. You still think of all your fears. Of all the rumors. Of all the whispers. And you think of so much more.

  But that’s why you long for these moments. That’s why you live for these moments. The moments where you can just exist. The moments where you can just smile. The moments where you can just sleep. 

  The moments he gives you. The moments when you realize you don’t have to think anymore. 

  “Rest your eyes, my dear. I’ll be here when you wake.”

  At least, for a little while. A little, little while. 

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[what-eats-owls]

Show vs Tell, Or: Please Stop Making Things Difficult for Yourself

I said a while ago that I'd write a brief essay about the most misused craft advice in writing once I wrote 10k words, and for once I actually held myself to that! So now, I'm here to tell you about Show vs Tell, or why people make it more complicated than it needs to be.

First, a basic primer for anyone who hasn't heard this term before: "Show vs Tell"/"Showing vs Telling" refers to "showing" the audience information instead of "telling" it to them. You may be thinking, gosh, that sounds unspecific to the point of being readily misapplied, and you would certainly be right! Lots of folks throw it around without fully grasping what it means, how to use it, or when it doesn't actually apply. And I'd really like everyone to stop making it harder on themselves when there's a very straightforward way to conceptualize it.

So for starters, Chuck Palahniuk has an old but good essay about eliminating "thought" verbs from prose that holds the hell up. But I'm going to tell you an even simpler way to conceptualize the difference between showing and telling:

Eliminate the inner thoughts entirely.

Ask yourself, if my narrator's interior monologue was inaccessible to the audience, how would I convey the same information—literally showing it?

Forget for a moment that your medium is the word, and imagine you only have dialogue and visuals. If this was taking place on the screen or in a graphic novel, how would you convey that this character has a crush on someone in their class? That they're hotheaded? That they're struggling with a decision?

Here's a perfect example of this from the opening scene of Howl's Moving Castle.

Devoid of context, we have a girl trying on a hat in a mirror, and also trying on a fake smile. Then her expression sours and she pulls the hat down over her face until we can only see her frown. She's wearing a plain dress and the hat is simple, despite the elaborate hats and ornaments on display around her.

You don't have to know anything about this character to understand what's being conveyed in this moment: This girl is deeply uncomfortable with trying to be pretty and flirty, but in the safety of privacy she wants that, even though she feels inept and self-conscious about it. She's in this world, but she's not part of it. Even brushing up against it for a moment makes her shut down and reject it with hostility.

More importantly, it's all communicated with a simple gesture and design choices. Not by Sophie thinking to herself, I wish someone would take me dancing—no I don't! I work too hard to have time for dancing!

That's showing. And it's more resonant, because we've all felt silly trying something on in a mirror! Or, say, if you want to show a character has a crush, having them get flustered and laughing too loud. Or showing that they're a hothead by having them snap at a simple disagreement, etc. etc.

This also extends to worldbuilding, dialogue, and stakes.

Worldbuilding: If your story is set in a town run by a crooked sheriff, you could have the narrator say "everyone knows Sheriff Smith is squeezing the shops for bribes." Or the sheriff can stop the narrator for "smelling like weed" while the sheriff's drunken son speeds by, about to total his third BMW.

Dialogue: If your character is angry, they can say "I'm furious." Or they can slam dishes in the sink and insist "I'm not angry" while openly crying. They can snap "I'm not discussing this again." They can demand "What is he doing here?"

Stakes: You can have an all-seeing oracle say "If you do not return the Mystic Orb to the Sunlight Altar by the solstice, the world will plunge forever into darkness." (And as we'll get into it below, sometimes you actually need that.) You can also have intermittent but increasing periods of total darkness occurring as the party travels to the Sunlight Altar. You can have the Mystic Orb start cracking the longer it takes, and the sun getting a little dimmer with every fracture. You can have people's shadows growing bigger and bigger and acting autonomously.

But showing isn't the end-all-be-all; telling absolutely has a place. Sometimes it's better to quickly and plainly state information and move on, such as a little earlier in the scene, when the other hat shop girls have spotted Howl's castle:

"Look, it's Howl's castle!"

"I've never seen it so close!"

“Do you think Howl will go into town?”

“He’s gone!”

“No, he’s just hiding in the fog from those planes.”

“Did you hear what happened to that girl, Martha, in South Haven? They say Howl has torn her heart out.”

“Now I’m too scared to go out!”

“Don’t worry. He only preys on pretty girls.”

This tells us some stuff directly: Who owns the castle we see in the first few seconds, that he's hiding from soldiers, that he has a reputation for preying on beautiful girls. We can infer also that he's a bit of a coward, he stays away from civilization, and that his reputation for cruelty has spread over multiple regions.

This happens so quickly, and it's couched in enough character between the teasing and the gossip, that it doesn't stand out as capital-t-Telling. That's exactly what expository dialogue should do. "Showing" us all that information would take a lot of screen time that can be saved in ten seconds of dialogue.

It's also not just about saving time; it's setting up an image that Howl initially fulfills when he helps Sophie escape the soldiers... only to be punctured when she actually goes to his castle and sees the real Howl. Telling is good for setting expectations that you know will be subverted later.

So yeah, tl;dr: If you're tied up in knots about "am I showing?? am I telling??" just ask yourself how you'd convey the same information in a movie or graphic novel, without access to interior monologue, and evaluate if that'd be better. Most of the time the answer is yes, but not always!

#show vs tell #I would like to put it on a shelf out of reach

[thinking-with-quadrants]

I absolutely adore the "Eda is Howl and Raine is Sophie" AU (and am sharing links to art and fics at the bottom of this post because they're all so good!). But may I suggest - that's what the story looks like from Raine's point of view. From Eda's point of view, it looks like this:

Update: here's the coloured version:

Reference, further thoughts and links to other fanworks under cut!

Just look at Raine Rizzpers. They're this handsome, dashing, incredibly powerful magician who wears a dangly earring and a glorious off-the-shoulder coat.

Imagine:

- Eda has to hide from coven scouts and Raine uses their magic to whisk her away. Of course where Sophie is initially terrified of walking in the sky Eda is immediately delighted and laughs instead of yelping. And Raine literally does the same "soldiers/scouts turn away and march away" magic in the BATTs intro as Howl does in the movie intro, right? Same magic! So Raine and Eda have a lovely time together (longer than Howl and Sophie, maybe even the whole day?) because they form an immediate  connection, just like in "Them's the breaks, kid".

- Then Eda gets cursed, which makes her age prematurely and run away from home. She finds an old house in the wilderness. Unlike in TOH canon, the house is inhabited not only by Hootcifer but also occasionally by Raine. (Or maybe the house is not the Owl House but the BATTs headquarters, and the 3 BATTs are the equivalent of Calcifer, Markl abd Heen?)

- either way Raine going on BATT missions, disguised as a bat, is the equivalent of Howl going to war in bird form.

- unfortunately Raine doesn't seem to recognise her. She thinks it's because of her curse, but finds out that Raine's heart and memories seemingly have been locked away (Terra's potion).

- since Eda lost her magic to the curse, now Raine is the only magician in this relationship. But even without her magic Eda refuses to leave. She just kind of aggressively adopts Raine, citing old woman privilege, because of course she's immediately worried about the effects of the curse on the person she met that day and couldn't forget since.

- some kind of confrontation between Eda and Terra (madam Suleiman equivalent). Raine was going to go themself, unlike Howl, but Eda somehow preempted them and went instead of them, using an illusion to look like Raine, just like in canon! And then Terra sees through the illusion and everything falls apart but in the end they still find each other...🥺

*Slaps AU* This baby can fit SO MUCH mutual pining in it!

The reason why I love Raeda so much is that both of them are the Howl and the Sophie in this relationship.

Anyway here are the amazing other fanworks!

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#raeda #raeda fanart #raine whispers #eda clawthorne #the owl house #the owl house au #the owl house fanart #toh raeda #howl's moving castle #my art #thinking with quadrants art

[theaskywalker]

Imagine Howl taking you for a picnic in a beautiful meadow

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