#madame suliman

[tossawary]

In the "Howl's Moving Castle" movie, I was always kind of taken aback by Madame Suliman's identical blond boy servants and how closely Howl resembles them. Strict uniforms are definitely a thing, that blond hair could be dyed or could just be wigs or it could all be an illusion to disguise what they really look like, and it would fit the extravagance that we see of the palace to have such an absurd dress code for apprentices / servants.

But yeah, my first thought was clones or magical creations of some kind.

If not for the scene showing Howl as a boy meeting Calcifer, and I think a mention of having a wizard uncle when he and Sophie visit the flower field... (And also if not for having actually read the book and knowing Howl's backstory in that universe, but if the book didn't exist and the secret backstory there wasn't so funny...) then I would wonder about Howl having actually been created by Madame Suliman in some fashion. I mean, you could still do Secret Magical Clone Backstory as an AU for the movie 'verse: Howl could totally be lying about having a wizard uncle and the dark hair in the flashback could be a childhood rebellion thing.

It adds a whole extra layer of "what the fuck, this was never going to work" to Sophie briefly pretending to be Howl's mother to get him out of having to fight in the war, which is funny to me. I always got the vibe that Madame Suliman knew the "Mrs. Pendragon" bit was 100% fake from the beginning. And I think it would be funny to have Sophie yell at Howl for making her a distraction.

Anyway, I feel like movie 'verse Sophie could immediately cure Howl's upset over not being blond anymore by asking him if he also used to have to dress up like those boys when he was Madame Suliman's apprentice, and if he'd been trying to look like that still. (It's possible that the blond servant outfit of Suliman's servants and Howl's early outfits were just both of them separately trying to keep up with the latest fashions. The uniform may have looked entirely different when Howl was an apprentice.) "Is that the look you were going for?" Sophie asks dubiously, and Howl spends at least the next three days having a fashion crisis.

#tossawary hmc #howl pendragon #sophie hatter #fic ideas #madame suliman

[hellscape-in-my-head]

Rewatching Howl’s Moving Castle and can’t get over how Madame Suliman acts like she’s so smart for outwitting the Witch of the Waste when really her plan was “okay, no one is allowed to help her up the stairs and then she’ll be so tired we’ll immediately gesture her into a room with a single chair and then when you she sits down - boom we got her.” And the even funnier thing is that it worked

#howls moving castle #witch of the waste #madame suliman #howl pendragon

[paigeyintheclouds-archive]

♡̩̥̩♡̩̩̥͙♡̩͙ˊˎ Madame Suliman Sweetheart ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

A Sweetheart battle sprite I edited to look like Madame Suliman!

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“Now I understand. You’re in love with HERO.”

#omori #omori sprite #omori sweetheart #sweetheart omori #howls moving castle #madame suliman

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 291

Adjective: Giant

Noun: Window

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Giant: of very great size or force, or gigantic; used in names of very large animals and plants, e.g. giant hogweed, giant tortoise

Window: an opening in the wall or roof of a building or vehicle that is fitted with glass or other transparent material in a frame to admit light or air and allow people to see out; a pane of glass filling a window; an opening in a wall or screen through which customers are served in a bank, ticket office, or similar building; a space on the inside of a store's window where goods are displayed for sale; a means of observing and learning about something; a transparent panel on an envelope to show an address; (computing) a framed area on a display screen for viewing information; an interval or opportunity for action; an interval during which atmospheric and astronomical circumstances are suitable for the launch of a spacecraft; (physics) a range of electromagnetic wavelengths for which a medium (especially the atmosphere) is transparent; strips of metal foil or metal filings dispersed in the air to obstruct radar detection

#so i accidentally fell asleep last night #then this morning i forgot i still needed to post this #(i legit said 'oh! i forgor!') #anyhoo i had my zoom job interview which i think went pretty well #they said theyd get in touch with me early next week about whether ill get a second in-person interview #so im excited about that and hoping it all works out in my favour #on a different note im thinking about starting house of leaves #i dont know if im fully ready to tackle the task of reading it but i want to try #i want to consume more sentient haunted house media and where better to start than house of leaves #as for the writing prompt i think there are lots of routes to take with it #when i first spun this combo i thought of the massive 'windows' in the garden/meeting area in the palace in howls moving castle #(you know the place where madame suliman meets with sophie) #so i may write about a room like that or perhaps even a greenhouse #thanks for reading #writing #writer #creative writing #writing prompt #writeblr #trying to be a writeblr at least

[goingtoast]

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

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

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

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

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

[bittersweetstargazer]

ppl who've seen howl's moving castle and not read the book would be stunned to know that

A. The real world exists in that universe and Howl is from Wales- his real name is Howell Jenkins

B. Sophie is a witch; she speaks life into things like hats, sticks, scarecrows, etc.

C. The scarecrow wasn't just some prince who got cursed and left on the side of the road, he's a prince who was taken apart by the Witch, who used pieces of his body to create the perfect man. He's wondering around looking for the missing pieces of his body

D. Howl has a human skull in his castle that belonged to the prince. When the scarecrow puts it on it can speak

E. In the book, it doesn't show howl & Sophie's relationship change like in the movie. They hold hands at the end of the book while ignoring everyone talking to them

F. Markl's name is Michael, and he's dating Sophie's youngest sister Martha, who runs the bakery that Lettie ran in the movie

G. Sophie has two younger sisters, Martha & Lettie, who switched places because Martha wanted to work at a bakery and Lettie wanted to learn magic, so they used a spell to disguise themselves

H. Howl courted Lettie for a period of time

I. Howl has a sister, Megan, who doesn't think too highly of him

J. Howl went to college

K. The black section leads to the real world, not the war scene you saw in the movie. There's no color for that in the book

L. There are more than 4 colors on the door selection

M. Heen is supposed to be a human cursed to be a dog, and he doesn't work for madame suliman

N. The person who taught howl was actually Mrs. Pentstemmon, who is killed by the Witch of the Waste

O. Madame suliman isn't a character in the book. She (might) be based off of wizard suliman, also named Ben sullivan (who is from wales), who went off to go kill the Witch and ended getting killed himself, and whose body parts were also used by the witch to make the perfect man

P. The witch of the waste was killed very quickly. Her demon, a woman from the human world named Mrs. Angorian, set out to find Howl and kill him.

Q. In the book, Howl spends a very long time in the bathroom preparing himself to go out and get another girl to fall in love him with him :/

R. Howl gets a cold and he basically convinces Michael that he's gonna die and gets him to do everything for him

S. Sophie's not allowed to mess with the spiders :/

T. Sophie doesn't get Calcifer to like her by telling him she likes his spark. She just bullies him into listening to her.

U. Sophie and Calcifer still have the deal, but Calcifer is trying to give her hints throughout the story so she can figure out what's up w Howl & Calcifer

V. Howl gets drunk. Very drunk. He says he is "cone sold stober" when he is, in fact not

W. Sophie gets mad at him and cuts up one of his suits.

#leaving this here until I think of more things #can you tell I read the book and rewatched the movie #similar in some parts and different in others #expected in a movie adaptation but also I'd like to see a version where everything matches up w the book #howls moving castle #howl jenkins #howell jenkins #sophie hatter #howl pendragon #added more thanks to some wonderful additions in my reblogs

[letters-to-rosie]

another fic idea: the timebomb Howl's Moving Castle AU

Ekko's Moving Treehouse!

blatantly inspired by @redrum-alice's FANTASTIC artwork and developed in collaboration with @lullabyes22-blog, because I've been fawning over the art since it was posted and I just knew there had to be a way this could work because it was so cute and the potential just jumped off the page for me

(you've probably seen it but go look at it if you haven't it's so good)

me and Lullabyes have both read the book and seen the movie, so we combined a lot of ideas from both versions, and this is the result so far:

so Silco is the Witch of the Waste lol

Jinx's curse turns her eyes pink (and they stay that way, like Sophie's hair turning white!)

our girl is on a journey of ✨self-discovery✨ and to find her family. Silco does not understand why and just wants her to come home for dinner lol

instead of happening upon Ekko, Jinx goes looking for him because she heard there's a wizard wandering around who helps people

Ekko's castle is a treehouse, and the roots walk!

Jinx: "What a stupid way to treat a tree!" DX (a book line lol)

Jinx keeps arguing with the curse and it weirds Ekko out but she's just arguing with Silco lol

Ekko is a big grump because he gave his heart away to protect it after so much loss 😭

Jinx does not clean his house. she just redecorates. she draws on everything, including the Wall of the Fallen, and Ekko is thisssss close to strangling her at all times but he's promised to help

Jinx: "Ya gotta inject some levity into this narrative!" /casually breaks 4th wall

Silco's henchpeople keep showing up and Ekko fights them off but they're just trying to get Jinx to come back for dinner

Silco: "Discover? What are you discovering? Gold? Dinner's getting cold!"

at some point Jinx will have to cut up Ekko's clothes mwahaha

Ekko has the Slime Meltdown™ because Jinx breaks his hoverboard and he needs to be airborne and free or else there's no point in living

Heimerdinger is Madame Sullivan/Suliman, Ekko's old magic teacher who tells Jinx she's a witch like in the book 🪄

he even has the intro that makes him appear all spooky at first before his furball nature is revealed

maybe instead of giving life to things she animates machines???

they have a cute breakfast scene in Ekko's treehouse where Jinx eats real fruit the first time

Vi leaves a flare lit for Jinx all this time, and Ekko helps her find it

we didn't discuss this, but I think it would be interesting if Vi was Turnip Head, trying to communicate through Jinx throughout the story and maybe pushing her into situations that she doesn't really want (which has to do with how we're imagining the ending; Vander could also be Warwick instead and serve the same purpose???? wait I'm cooking here)

I also want Ajuna to be Michael/Markl lol

the end of the story sees Jinx decide to be true to herself; even though she knows that Silco and Vi both love her, she's gotta do her own thing

despite being super annoying lol she helps Ekko live in the moment and get his heart back, and they fall for each other and it's mushy as hell okay

"She's like very decorative lichen growing on his tree and he can't get rid of her, so by the story's end she's just become part of the natural treescape."

and at the end they keep traveling in the treehouse to see the world and help people and so Jinx can come into her witch powers

probably would be easy to insert all the war themes

Jinx coming into her own and being cute, Ekko learning to love again after this woman just barges into his life, family themes, romance, what more could we want???

#timebomb #don't let me down people #we gotta make this happen lol #arcane #fanfication #arcane jinx #arcane ekko #ekko #jinx #vi arcane #silco arcane #silco #howl's moving castle #EKKO'S MOVING TREEHOUSE #it would be so cute okay

[20forty9]

I Didn't Mean To Haunt You

Chapter II - Couloir (Intro)

Summary : The spirit wakes up in a new place, completely disoriented. Meanwhile, you and Yaga have a meeting with the higher-ups that doesn't go to plan (as usual), you meet two other students on campus, Shoko wants to practice her technique, and you take a moment to yourself to reflect on the past.

Word Count : 5.9k

Warnings : None to my knowledge

Pairings : Gojo Satoru/Reader, Geto Suguru/Reader, Everyone/Reader (Reverse Harem)

Cross-posted on Ao3

A/N : I got exactly one comment on Tumblr and that was enough to motivate me to edit this chapter and share it with you guys ASAP! No Gojo or Geto this chapter, sorry, but I promise that they show up next chapter! At least you get to meet other beloved characters in the meantime :)

You're never going to learn something as profoundly as when it's purely out of curiosity. ~ Unknown

It wakes up, laying on its stomach in a stark white room on an uncomfortable mattress that lays in the middle of the floor. There are no windows to tell the time of day. The spirit feels discombobulated, mouth dry and throat burning as if it had been starved of food and water for days. Slowly, its arms push down on the mattress to heave its body up, but it gasps as its eyes catch the ugly mark of the curse on its left arm. It stretches along its skin, only being a few inches in diameter. It falters, falling back on its arms from the pain that flares as its body catches up to the situation. 

Reminiscent of Madame Suliman, its head snaps to look behind it at the end of the mattress, eyes landing on the door only a few feet away from it. 

Mustering the strength, it crawls over to the door, placing a hand flat against the cold metal. Closing its eyes, its brows furrow as it is unable to feel any molecule of iron, when normally it would feel everything . It tries once more, palm completely pressed up against the door, yet there’s nothing. It frowns harder, trying yet again to manipulate the molecules, having the metal bend underneath its will, but the second it tries it, its left arm flares up in pain and it nearly screams in agony – it feels like someone poured acid over its arm then threw a match to light it on fire, millions of needles pricking at its skin all at once. Short of breath, it immediately stops trying to manipulate the iron, sweaty forehead pressing against the door as it gasps for air. 

This doesn’t deter it from trying to break out. Its hands form into fists as it pounds against the door, feeling it shake against its knuckles from the force behind its punches. 

The door suddenly swings open, and the spirit’s eyes land on the form of a short person, their features shrouded in shadows as the bright surgical lights glow behind them. They step aside, letting their face be illuminated. Blue-grey eyes look down on it, an air of curiosity to them. It suddenly realizes that this is a young teenager, his golden curls sticking out at awkward angles, untamed. There’s a blue hedgehog drawing on his t-shirt, with pyjama pants to match. 

The kid’s eyes widen, jaw dropping slightly as he steps back, letting go of the handle. 

The spirit scrambles on its knees to make it through the gap before the door can close completely, slamming it shut behind it. 

The two of them look at each other, neither of them saying a word. They both size each other up – one is a curious child who opened the wrong door, the other is a weakened spirit who can barely even stand on its own two legs. 

Just as the blonde opens his mouth, probably to shout for someone for help, the spirit manages to summon enough strength to push against the floor, covering the kid’s mouth with its hand, feeling the vibrations of a muffled scream die against its palm. With its free hand, it puts a single finger to its mouth. Be quiet. 

The young teenager nods, eyes wide and pupils dilated out of fear, but the spirit doesn’t miss how his gaze quickly snapped to the hallway to the side. That must be the exit. There’s not a single person in sight besides the both of them. 

If it lets this kid go, he’ll probably go running to an adult and it’ll get thrown back into that nightmare of a room. It doesn’t want to resort to such petty behaviour, but it can’t let him snitch on it. Time to continue playing the bad guy for a bit longer.  

Standing on two shaky legs, it shoves the blonde towards the hallway, continuing to cover his mouth with its hand. 

It takes a moment to look around. The hallway is a complete contrast to the room it was once locked in. There’s only a few lights in the ceiling here, warm light shining down every so often against the dark royal red wallpaper. Floral patterns painted from gold contrast against the dark colour. There are paintings donning the walls, each showing a different landscape. The spirit tries not to dwell on the illustrations, continuing to move forward. The hallway seems to stretch on endlessly, but there’s a small bright light at the end of it – it’s getting closer and closer to escaping. 

The light at the end of the tunnel gives way to an enormous circular greenhouse, some plants stretching to the tall ceiling that seems to be about forty feet high. There’s an incredible variety of flowers and trees, some exotic birds roaming freely amongst the branches. It’s temperature regulated – sweat immediately starts to dot the spirit’s forehead again, uncomfortable humidity sticking to its skin. Natural light pours in through the hundreds of windows of the greenhouse, held together by a white frame, letting in the moonlight and painting everything in a blue hue. There’s a moment of appreciation for the beauty, care and time that has obviously been put into the building. 

Before the spirit’s mind can wander, it remembers its current situation. It notices that there are glass doors that lead to an outdoor garden; this must be the nearest exit. 

The kid held hostage in its grasp starts to realize what’s happening, and he starts to trash around, even going as far as to bite its hand. Immediately, its grip loosens on him, and the kid runs forward to block the exit with his arms spread wide. Seriously? He thinks that’ll stop me? 

It’s too dark to tell what the kid is saying to it, the shadows of the night once again swallowing his features, but the spirit is sure it’s something along the lines of it not being allowed to leave. Rolling its eyes, it takes a step forward, and it can see his body tensing as he holds his ground. Fine, if that’s the way he wants to play. 

There are plenty of plants to manipulate in this greenhouse; it’s an unfair fight, in complete honesty. The spirit flicks its hand, but the plants don’t reply to its action. Shit, I forgot. There’s not that familiar pull at the back of its mind telling it that there’s water molecules nearby, and it is sure that if it tries hard enough to reach out to those molecules, it’ll just result in the same pain it felt earlier. 

Well, what’s the worst a kid can do against a full-grown spirit, anyways? 

It strides forward, its cold, calculating eyes locking onto blue-grey ones filled with fear, and just as its arm raises above the kid’s head to press against the glass door, it feels a punch to the gut, making it double over–

– What?! 

Blood spews from its mouth, hand clutching its stomach as it staggers backwards, eyes locking onto the cursed energy surrounding the kid’s fist. He looks surprised with himself, his entire body shaking from the shock. He’s never done that before, the spirit realizes. It wipes the blood from its chin, raising its head again to look at the exit standing right behind the kid, then back at him, but he seems to be focusing on something behind the spirit. 

It turns around, coming face-to-face with a familiar woman.

Madame Suliman. 

The lights in the greenhouse turn on, bathing the building in artificial light, making the spirit’s eyes squint to try and adjust to the sudden change. It notices that Suliman must’ve been woken up by the fray, judging by her short, dark red nightgown and the matching long silk robe. Her hair is in a long braid, resting along her right shoulder, and there’s not a trace of makeup or lipstick on her face, unlike their first meeting. She doesn’t even look irritated to see that the spirit had managed to make its way out of the locked room – in fact, there’s not a single emotion shown across her face other than contempt. 

Multiple men in suits surround the three of them, different weapons held in their hands, while Suliman stands in the middle of them all. 

“I see you’ve met Maheas,” she says, her grey eyes locking onto the young boy standing behind the spirit. 

Maheas immediately runs to Suliman's side, letting two men take his place behind its back instead. 

“Madame! You’re here,” he clings to her side, burrowing his face into the soft silk sleeve covering her arm. 

“You’ve run into some trouble, I see,” she remarks, looking back at the spirit. 

“I didn’t mean to let it out, I’m sorry, Madame,” he replies, eyes following hers. “It was banging at the door, I had no clue you were keeping it there.” 

Suliman waves over one of her men, who grabs Maheas’ forearm and drags him away from the woman so she can approach the spirit. She takes slow, steady steps towards it, continuously keeping eye contact with it. 

“Why did you run?” She asks it. 

Its eyes look down towards its arm, then back at her. Isn’t it obvious?

That gets a small smile to grace her lips. “I see.” 

She makes a sudden movement, grabbing its arm and holding it in her (rather firm, it notes) grasp. She seems to be inspecting the mark left behind by their first encounter. For the first time, the spirit notices a look of pride in her eyes. It’s terrifying. 

“Well,” Suliman looks back into its eyes, “what an ugly mark. We’ll have to cover it up. We can’t have anyone seeing that monstrosity when you’re around them, can we?” 

With a snap of her fingers, a different man walks up to the two of them, a scrap of silk in hand. He gives it to Suliman, who delicately places it around the spirit’s arm. Her hands are soft against its skin, but it doesn’t fail to send shivers down its spine. She carefully wraps it, making sure to cover the curse mark, and ties a small knot to bring it all together. 

“There,” she says. “Much better.” 

“Should we bring it back to the cellar?” The spirit catches one of the men nearby asking Suliman. Anything but those white walls, it thinks to itself, nervously looking behind itself to look at the exit again. The two men standing behind it shuffle closer together to block its view of the door. 

“No, let’s bring it to the room we’ve set up,” Suliman replies. “The cellar should only be used for extreme situations.” 

Extreme? What does that even entail? 

Nevertheless, the men nod their heads, the one holding onto Maheas’ arm dragging him into a different direction than where Suliman walks towards. The spirit gets shoved forward by the men behind it, making their way down yet another hall, opposite from the one where Maheas and the spirit came from. 

It leads the way to another gigantic building, and they enter the foyer, the same dim lighting bathing the dark red curtains that cover most walls. Everything about this place screams rich, or even royalty, at this point. More paintings are strewn around, gold statues and bookcases filled to the brim pushed up against the walls. There’s a butler standing next to a pair of large elegant arched wooden doors, a maid on the opposite side. A beautiful glass chandelier hangs in the middle of the ceiling, casting small rainbow reflections across the marble floors of the mansion. There’s a grandfather clock nearby, announcing the time as ten-thirty at night, the old wood recently polished.

Suliman continues leading them up a spiral staircase, then yet another dim hallway, multiple closed dark oak doors on both sides of it. At this point, Suliman dismisses the men with a simple wave of her hand as she approaches the last door. She opens the door, gesturing to the spirit to enter first. 

Inside the room, there’s a small twin-size bed pressed against the wall, right underneath the only window in the room, made up with multiple pillows and blankets. It looks rather comfortable. The open curtains match the rest of the mansion, the same dark red silk present, a layer of white lace underneath it. Next to the door, there’s a small closet to its right, then a doorway that leads to a compact bathroom on the left. At the end of the bed sits a small desk that matches the dark oak door with a chair to pair with it. A few books lay on top of the desk, stacked on top of each other. 

Suliman makes her way over to the books, picking one up and flipping through it. 

“This is where you’ll be staying,” she says to the spirit, not looking up from the tome in her hand. “You aren’t allowed to go anywhere other than these grounds. If you leave, I will know.” 

It’s a thinly veiled threat, accentuated by the sudden move of slamming the book back down on the table, making its weak wooden legs shake. 

“We’ll talk more in depth tomorrow. You two woke me up with your kerfuffle, I don’t appreciate that.” 

And with that, Suliman takes her leave, closing the door behind her. 

A few minutes pass as the spirit stands in place, trying to process everything that has just happened. Out of curiosity, it goes to try the golden handle – just as it suspected, it is locked shut. The only ways it would be able to make another escape is either break the window open, or break the door down and most likely encounter the men (who it presumes are guards) that had escorted them to its room. However, neither of those options are appealing at the moment, especially with the vague threat Suliman had made. Just how powerful is she, really?

It huffs. It may as well inspect its surroundings a bit more, maybe there’s something in this room that will help spark another idea to get away. 

It looks in the closet first; it is completely empty, save for a few hooks and hangers. There’s a small space for storing shoes and other accessories, but otherwise that’s it. 

Next, it looks at the books on the desk. ‘ Spirits & Curses, ’ ‘ Tales of Ancient Spirits,’... blah blah blah… it seems that the woman may have an obsession with its kind. The spirit is surprised not to see ‘ How to Curse a Spirit 101,’ in complete honesty. That book would do numbers. 

Well, that was a futile attempt. It kneels down on the ground right next to the bed, looking underneath it to check if there was anything else. Yet, still nothing. 

There’s a groan building at the back of its throat but it refuses to let it loose, instead looking out the window and into the night sky. Exhaustion settles deep within its bones, the agony that it had felt when it first woke up and tried to bend the metal to its will draining it completely. 

Hands grabbing the bed frame for support, it gets back up on both legs and makes its way to the bathroom. Maybe pouring cold water over its face will help distract it from the mark on its arm. Flicking the dim light (should it even be surprised, at this point?) on, its eyes immediately land on the mirror parallel to the doorway and it nearly recoils in shock. 

It’s the first time it’s seen itself since this whole fiasco began, and it is utterly disgusted with itself.

Blank eyes stare back at it; there is absolutely no light being reflected into them. It looks dead (it feels just as much, too, when seeing the curse mark peek through the silk fabric). Not only that, but its left eye is a completely different colour. The original hue is replaced by the same colours that now wrap around its arm. Everything is suddenly all too real – it has actually been poisoned by a human, of all things. At this point, it expects its heart to beat out of its chest, but it feels nothing, strangely enough. 

…That’s weird. 

It presses its index finger and middle finger against its wrist, searching for a pulse. Odd, there’s no pulse. Maybe the shock from everything that has happened is just making it overthink. It presses the same fingers against its neck, just underneath its jaw and beside its windpipe. Still, there is no familiar thumping against the pads of its fingertips. 

Frantic, both hands press down on the left side of its chest, where its heart should be. 

Something is terribly wrong . 

 

It’s been a little over a week since you have been ‘integrated’ into Yaga’s second-year class. Even with the end-of-summer heat, your group trains amongst themselves often, even if it ends with all four of you splayed out on the cool grass after a measly ten minutes of physical exertion. Gojo is still apprehensive of you, Geto has been coming around more, and Shoko is constantly glued to you and your notebook. It feels like a good friendship is forming between you two. 

Your nose is still broken. 

Currently, you and Yaga find yourselves at the monthly meeting held with the higher-ups. They set it up under the pretense of being a time for them to catch up on the latest happenings in the schools across Japan, discussing how to go forward with strengthening the jujutsu society, and any progress on your current state – codeword for ‘ if there’s even one thing wrong, we’re putting you down like a dog,’. The meetings always end on a tense note, the higher-ups never failing to glare daggers in your direction. 

And right now, it’s looking like they’ll kill you right where you stand. 

“You want to do what ?” Gakuganji asks incredulously. He’s always the first one to jump at the opportunity to verbally attack you, no matter the situation. 

“I just think it would benefit the other students and staff if everyone could understand them. They would also be able to communicate with us more easily. Not only that, Japanese Sign Language is very useful outside of just school. It’s worth the investment,” Yaga says. 

“Why would we do that just to accommodate that? It’s unnecessary,” another elder speaks up. “It can read our lips just fine. Oralism seems to be working for it.” 

“Not always. Some people mumble their words, or have beards that cover their lips. It is hard to understand most people, we’re just lucky that their eyes are keen enough to tell the difference between most words, but sometimes that’s not enough.” 

You mentally thank Yaga for explaining it. The higher-ups have never bothered trying to understand you, so it’s all up to the teacher to speak up on your behalf. 

“It’s ridiculous for you to expect us to bend to the curse’s every want or need,” the same elder says. 

“I’m not expecting you to, I’m just asking you all to consider something that could benefit everyone in the long run. What if we have another deaf jujutsu sorcerer in the future? Or a mute one?” 

That gets two elders giving each other a look. Yaga told you in the past that they’re hard of hearing, which might mean there’s a better chance of them considering the offer that he has put on the table. 

“They unbanned sign language nearly three years ago, even public elementary schools are slowly starting to implement these kinds of programs,” Yaga puts his foot down again, trying his best to push the higher-ups to see at least an ounce of reason. He crosses his arms, a pinched, unhappy expression written all over his face in dissatisfaction. “Don’t you think we should catch up to modern times as well?” 

They look around at each other, lips sealed shut. 

You feel like you’re unable to look at anyone right now, so you look down at your hands, anxious at the conclusion that the higher-ups will come to. As long as you don't read their lips, you won’t know the result until Yaga tells you after the meeting ends. 

The next time you look up, they’re discussing a completely different topic. Well, not exactly. 

“Have there been any behavioural changes with it?” Gakuganji asks. 

“Absolutely none. They have adjusted well with my students, and have been training with them daily. In fact, since we’re talking about this, I meant to bring this up as well – I want to send the four of them out on a mission. The latest Grade 2.” 

Suddenly, the table shakes as all the elders start shouting in uproar, some of them standing up and pounding their fists against the desk in anger. 

“You’re being ridiculous!” You read upon one of the elder’s lips. “First trying to bend the curriculum for it, now sending it out to fight against its own kind?! You realize how easily it could turn against your students?!” 

Yaga sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s more complicated than that,” he slowly says your name, as if to emphasize his point, “– they aren’t a curse, they're a cursed spirit. ” 

“There is absolutely no difference between the two,” another elder says. 

Actually, there is. Your definitions are just skewed, you bitterly think to yourself. 

“This conversation is going nowhere,” Yaga says, gently tapping you on your shoulder. “Come on, let’s head out.” 

“Where are you two going?” Gakuganji asks, offended. The frown he sports seems permanently etched onto his features. 

“You fail to see the progress ‘ the curse’ has made throughout these years. They have trained underneath me, learned to control their abilities better, and they’ve never done anything to harm us. In fact, I’d go so far to say that they’re completely harmless to us.” He gets up from his seat, motioning at you to do the same. “If you’ll excuse us, I believe this meeting is over, unless you’ve miraculously changed your mind.” 

None of the higher-ups dignify either of you with a reply. With that, you both take your leave, Yaga making sure to close the door a little harder than is necessary – you can feel it when the floorboards lightly vibrate, the doorframe shaking. 

“ Thank you for saying that, ” you sign to him. 

“I meant it. They refuse to open their eyes and see the truth in front of them, it’s driving me up the wall,” he sighs deeply, brows knitted, before a wry smile makes its way across his face. “ Goddamn, imagine if I had told them I’ve secretly been sending you out to eliminate curses for months . I’d be out of a job and they’d be down a few higher-ups, considering the heart-attacks that would give some of them,” both of you silently laugh at that. 

The pair of you walk down the hallway of the school. You attempt to teach Yaga the sign for ‘spirit’, the latter making awkward hand movements as he follows the instructions. You’re so wrapped up as you go to move Yaga’s finger in a certain way to make the sign properly that neither of you notice two figures turning the corner until it’s too late. 

You run face-first into someone’s chest, feeling the breath get slightly knocked out of your lungs. Immediately, you jump back, already quickly signing multiple apologies and bowing profusely. When you stand straight once more, you come face-to-face with two unfamiliar young men. 

One is taller than the other, his long blond bangs pushed to the right side of his face. Thin eyebrows frame his hazel eyes. He wears the school uniform along with a pair of dark brown leather chelsea boots and carries a briefcase in hand. 

The other has short dark brown hair, his burnt umber eyes full of energy and curiosity, a smile plastered to his face. He’s a few inches shorter than his friend, and wears the same uniform, although his jacket is cropped and unbuttoned. 

The brunette places his hands on his hips, motioning with his head to you. 

“Who’s this, sensei?” He asks Yaga, curiously staring at you, who awkwardly looks anywhere but into his eyes. “Never seen you around campus before.” 

“Ah,” the teacher introduces you to them, saying your name. “What are you two doing around here?” 

This area of campus is usually occupied by only staff and the higher-ups, so it’s unusual for students to be roaming the halls of the building. 

“We heard a commotion and Haibara was curious,” the blond explains, pointing at his friend. 

“ Hey ! Don’t pin the blame all on me, you were curious too, admit it!” 

“It’s quite alright. We were just in a meeting with the higher-ups…” Yaga lets his words trail off. It’s enough to explain how poorly the discussion went. “I didn’t realize they were being that loud.” 

“Ah, that explains it,” blondie simply says, nodding to himself before turning to you. “I’m Kento Nanami, it’s nice to meet you.” 

“And I’m Yu Haibara!” the energetic brunette introduces himself, holding his hand out for a handshake, which you return politely. 

If either one of them is curious as to why you don't speak to them, they don’t mention it. 

Nanami keeps his eyes trained on you for a moment too long, making you nervously look at Yaga. It feels like the former is staring directly into your being, as if he knows what hides underneath the layer of gauze wrapped around your arms. 

“ Is there something I still need to do, or…?” You let your hands trail off. 

“No, you’re free to go and make the most of the rest of your day. I’m sorry that the meeting didn’t go well for us,” the teacher replies. 

“Not that I really expected much from them in the first place. You’ve done what you can, thank you. I appreciate it.” 

You turn to face your two new acquaintances and bow before standing straight and signing at them. 

“ It was nice meeting you!” You smile at them, albeit it feels slightly forced. Haibara, clueless at the inner turmoil that you’re going through, earnestly beams back at you. 

“See you around!” 

With that, you walk away from them, making your way outside and towards the dormitories. There are a few clouds in the sky today, but the sun is still shining bright as it peeks through them. You shove your hands in the pockets of your cargo pants, eyes wandering and observing the birds flying around campus. Suddenly, you notice a shadow that passes by in the corner of your eye, and then there’s two hands that abruptly clap down on your shoulders from behind, firmly gripping you. You flinch, nearly jumping out of your skin, feeling cold sweat gather at the back of your neck. 

“Boo!” Shoko leans over, grinning widely at you. You return it with a nervous one of your own, shaking off her hands. 

“ Good afternoon, ” you quickly sign back to her, taking two steps back to put some distance between each other. You didn’t think to carry your notebook around campus today, so you’ll have to settle on simple hand gestures in the meantime.

“Oh, I know that one! I did a little research on YouTube and read a couple of blogs. That’s… good afternoon, right?” 

You nod, giving her a thumbs up, pleasantly surprised that she actually took the time out of her day to look up some sign language. 

“I nearly blanked there, not gonna lie,” she looks away awkwardly, before wringing her hands together. “Anyways, I had a favour to ask.” 

You motion her to go on, eyes trained on her mouth to read along. 

“Follow me,” she beckons instead, and so you do. She leads you into another building, one that you’ve never stepped foot inside of. You go down a flight of stairs, leading into the basement where the hallways feel colder. Concrete walls painted white greet your sight before Shoko takes a turn into one of the doorways, bringing you into a room. 

Is this… a morgue?

There are multiple autopsy tables in the room, the bright ceiling lights nearly blinding. It smells sterile, the scent of hand sanitizer weighing heavy on your nostrils. There’s a large metal cooler embedded into the wall with multiple cabinets to hold bodies. There’s a desk in the far right corner of the room with multiple files haphazardly strewn across it, a matching stool hidden underneath it. Multiple file cabinets sit on the floor next to it, one of the drawers wide open. Papers seem to have been shoved into it in a rush, small ink stains smudged across unintelligible handwriting. 

“Sit, sit here,” Shoko brings you over to one of the autopsy tables. 

You raise an eyebrow. Are you gonna perform an autopsy on me or something? The look on your face is enough to make her snort, rolling her eyes. 

“No, I want to try healing your nose. I’ve been healing Geto’s small cuts and bruises, but I want to try my hand on broken bones.” 

That explains it , you think to yourself. You hop onto the autopsy table, letting your legs swing back and forth as you lean forward, hands pressed against the cool metal. The brunette brings her hands up to rest lightly against either side of your temple, her touch careful and delicate. She closes her eyes, brows furrowing in concentration. Her nose scrunches up as she tries to focus completely on the task at hand. 

Ever since you had fallen for Suliman’s dirty trick, your radar for cursed energy vanished. You couldn’t trace anyone’s aura or feel it in the vicinity, so it comes to no surprise to you that you feel nothing as Shoko works on you, even when you can see the energy flow around her hands. 

Minutes pass, but you can still feel the dull pain of your broken nose and you notice that Shoko’s forehead is beaded with sweat, frustration written all across her face. Your arms raise to tug at her hands, which makes her eyes crack open slowly as she lets her arms fall back down to her sides. 

“Why didn’t it work?” She frowns, shoulders sagging in disappointment. “I can feel the abundance of cursed energy flowing from you, but I can’t actually pinpoint your broken nose with my technique. It’s like it doesn’t know where to focus on the point where I need to heal; like every part of you needs to be fixed.” 

You give her a halfhearted shrug. That wouldn’t be too far off, in complete honesty, you think to yourself.  

“But I know I definitely used my technique, I feel drained…” She heaves herself onto the table to sit next to you, slumping forward. 

You sigh out through your nose. You wish you could help more, but you don't have a technique or any understanding of cursed energy. Instead, you awkwardly pat her back to offer some semblance of comfort. 

Shoko slowly raises her head again, peering over at you. “Well, I have to work on a few things, sorry for bothering you for nothing.” She rubs the back of her neck, obviously unhappy with how her small experiment turned out. 

You wave her off, signing. “ It’s okay, you didn’t bother me at all. ” You know she won’t understand all of it, but it’s enough to get your message across. 

“See you later,” she says before you hop off the autopsy table, leaving the room to go back up the stairs to finally go back to your dorm. You can’t help but slump your body at the inexplicable feeling weighing heavily on your shoulders. 

As soon as you close the door to your dorm, you flop down face first onto the bed. The familiar feeling of the sheets surrounds your body, making your shoulders sag relaxingly. You turn around to lay down on your back instead, eyeing your surroundings. The walls of the room aren’t decorated much, only having an outdated lion-themed calendar nailed right above the lamp next to your bed. It was a gift from Yaga three months after he realized you wouldn’t be leaving any time soon. 

“Lions?” You typed on the man’s phone. By this point, Yaga realized that you could read lips rather well, and lended you his flip phone to communicate a bit more efficiently. 

“Yeah, when we first met, your hair reminded me of a lion’s mane,” he replied before taking a sip of the green tea he prepared. You half-heartedly scowled at him. 

He wasn’t entirely wrong, though. You couldn’t ignore the warmth that spread throughout your chest at that memory. 

Looking back on it, that is the moment you realized you entirely trusted Yaga with your life. Three months is a long time to step on eggshells around someone who went out of his way to house you, feed you and make sure you were comfortable in a new environment. The constant feeling of discomfort and anxiety started to waver the more the two of you shared meals together, slowly learning more about each other. The gnawing fear and paranoia, having the habit to look over your shoulder, all of those things became more and more muted as time passed. It was hard to shake them off, but Yaga was strangely persistent, even though he was a rather quiet, introverted and withdrawn man. 

Masamachi Yaga was a curious human to you, at first. He was stern, but earnest. A no-bullshit kind of guy, but his patience towards you never seemed to run out. He was certainly idealistic, and never gave off the impression that he thought he was better than others, and spoke to you like an equal, even when you could barely look at him most days without getting sent into a near panic attack. 

It was like experiencing extreme whiplash when comparing it to how you were treated in the past. 

Even though the lion calendar is the only thing that shows a hint of occupancy in this room, it still gives it personality. Your old quarters at Suliman’s residency were void of life, suited to fit her tastes specifically. It felt like a prison on good days, and a torture chamber on bad ones. You could never shake the feeling of dread that formed a deep pit at the bottom of your stomach whenever you would enter the room after a long day of training, all the bad memories and experiences rushing back and hitting you hard like a tidal wave. The nausea that haunted you would refuse to leave until you would eventually fall asleep – but even sleeping was a struggle, barely able to be called an escape. Insomnia and nightmares would keep you awake for hours, like an endless cycle. 

But here, you could sink into the pillows and embrace the warm sheets of the bed, letting your eyes flutter shut, all while feeling comfortable and safe. There wasn’t that familiar dizziness that accompanied any nausea, nor a constant sinking feeling in your stomach. Besides the dull, throbbing pain of your left arm, everything felt okay. You could let yourself think and reminisce on the happenings of the day, how enjoyable the weather was, or what you would cook next for dinner. 

For a fraction of a second, you could imagine that one day, you would be completely free.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you

[mello-when-hi]

To Dream Of The Future (rated T, 1.2 k words, complete)

Summery: In the aftermath of defeating Madame Suliman, George finds himself at a crossroads. A new chapter of his life is beginning, and there’s a certain wizard that wants to be a part of it.

For the @dtblrsecretsanta event, I got the wonderful @demonstars!! I hope you have an amazing year 🫶🫶

#dnf #sorry that this is a tad late #I hope you enjoy Nunki :)) #thank you mods for putting this together!!!!

[booktomoviebrawl]

We are not judging how bad the movie is, we are judging which adapted the book the worst. There are good movies that are bad adaptions.

Propaganda below the cut (spoilers may apply)

The Hobbit:

Ugh. Too long, added a bunch of unecessary stuff. Tried to make it be the same as lord of the rings instead of a bunch of weird little adventures

Stretched into three films, unbearable amounts of filler, yet important scenes are dropped or not given their due.

Stretched a book that could've easily been a single movie into three, added useless romance subplots, doesn't delve into any of the subplots that *might* have benefitted from more time, the dwarves are turned into caricatures, tried to unnecessarily connect it to the events of Lord of the Rings beyond the already present connections of the original story

Howl's Moving Castle:

LITERALLY half of the movie is just. A completely different story. The backstory of one of the main characters isn't even the same.

It retains many events from the book, but due to its wildly different characterizations (e.g. Howl is a little more polite and straightforward) the tone and themes diverge widely as well. The movie depicts the war more prominently (with a strong antiwar theme), while the book is far more mundane and in fact features Howl's hometown in Wales and his sister's family (who have no idea he's a wizard). The book also includes Sophie's sisters Martha and Lettie (more than in the film). The movie's Madame Suliman plays a very different role from the book's Wizard Suliman (Ben Sullivan). To be fair, the book is very, very English. I do love the movie, it's just not very much like the book.

Sophie in the book is fuelled by rage and spite and cleanliness. No hint of that in the movie. Also the moviemakers went and removed all the best lines, such as "No, just simple spiders" and "I assure you, I am cone sold stober" and "I think I shall die" "You have a cold you'll be fine" and also the weed killer scene and

#tournament poll #the hobbit #the hobbit trilogy #howls moving castle

[welcome-back-to-hoimycraf]

(Materializes into your inbox and slides an (obviously fake) 20 dollar bill over the counter) tell me more about this howl's moving castle au

YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER ASKED

so to start i'll put down the character list

scar- howl

grian- sophie

pearl- lettie

mumbo- turniphead

bdubs- markl

tango- calcifer

now i still need a few people to fill roles like the witch of the waste (i was thinking cub but that makes me feel a bit icky because of the way she was treated in the movie due to her looks so proooobably not 😬), lettie and sophie's mother that i don't know if she has a name?, madame suliman, and heen (maybe jellie but heen is madame suliman's so i dunno) so feel free to give suggestions!

so in the beginning scar looks more like his s9 elf skin (ie long brown hair, the green robes, etc.) and more towards the end like his last life red skin (ie the white hair that's cut shorter, a few more scars cause y'know war, etc.)

grian just kinda looks like grian but... old. like the plot y'know.

bdubs isn't a kid in this he's just really short lol. i was thinking maybe he's a dwarf/halfling or something?

mumbo being turniphead was inspired by bumbo i just thought it was funny

that's basically all i can think of right now so if you have more questions i'm happy to answer :) (keep in mind i've only watched the movie but i wanna read the book SO bad)

#my thoughts #grian #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #pearlescentmoon #bdoubleo100 #tangotek #howl's moving castle #hermitshipping #scarian #desert duo #asks

[purble-turble]

I've been rewatching a lot of Studio Ghibli films and recently saw Howls Moving Castle, I was inspired by your Lego Monkie Kid/Studio Ghibli Crossovers I can't help but thought of this one based on the film!

Wukongs Moving Island 🏝

Basically, it's a Shadowpeach AU we're Wukong is Howl, Macaque is Sophie, Azure is the Witch of the Waste or Lion of the Waste, M.K is Markl, Mei is Radishhead or Radish Girl, and Madame Suliman is the Lady Bone Demon.

Short start is that Macaque is a puppet maker running a small shop in the city and after being harassed by some guards Wukong helps him.

But Azure, who had been stalking Wukong to take his heart, saw him with Macaque and became jealous. Following Macaque to his shop, he cursed him to ether become elderly or a human stripped of magic.

This leads Macaque to travel to the Waste where he finds Wukongs moving island, his goal to somehow reverse the curse.

Ooh that's fun! I really like how you cast each of them, especially Azure as the witch of the waste and Lady Bone Demon as Madame Suliman. That suits them so well!

#ask #cf8wrk4u us

[pigeonwit]

for the tag game, howl au? i’m getting howl’s moving castle vibes but even if it’s not that it still sounds cool

bursts through the wall did someone say howl au?

the howl's moving castle au is something i've been noodling on since. probably a little bit after run boy run? so i'd say maybe 2020. i didn't really have any creative outlets in secondary school and college so i'd just be watching movies and shows and going 'hm what if blorbo was there' and behold... howl au

the plot is very similar to the movie; davey is a working class kid trying to make money for his family as the pressures of war close in. manhattan is gathering as many wizards as they can to enlist and any who refuse are charged with treason, the most notable being jack, 'the ranger of the wastes' (i had to find a way to work the cowboy thing in there somewhere) who fled the refuge academy moments before he was expected to enlist and has been being hunted by pulitzer (and supposedly wreaking havoc across manhattan) ever since. like book!sophie, davey is a powerful speaker, though he's always resigned himself to simply being his family's caretaker and ensuring his sibling's success, so he's never noticed this about himself; but magic is a science based in symbols and patterns, and davey has a gift for that - so when he meets the ranger purely by chance, it puts a target on his back for the magical entities that are hunting jack down. he's found by another wizard, 'the dealer' (race) who curses him to be unable to speak. so davey seeks out the ranger to break his curse.

i don't have much of a plot outline beyond that - i don't want to follow the movie beat for beat and i really do love the war imagery in newsies and the idea of words being one of the key things that ended that war, so i want to focus more on that. but in terms of characters, i have race as the witch of the wastes (he's not exactly a jilted ex-lover but he IS still intent on hunting jack down and taking his heart), spot as calcifer, crutchie as markl (though he's more like michael from the book) and katherine as,,, kind of madame suliman? she's a powerful wizard in pulitzer's service, but she's not as antagonistic as suliman.

and a snippet for you:

“There you are, Davey,” says a voice smooth as spiced wine, “so sorry I’m late, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

[...]

“Who… Are you?” The little boy asks. His eyes have the same impossible wideness to them as Les, the curiosity that’s only found in children – an eagerness to see as much of the world as possible, even if you can’t yet understand it. David smiles, pressing his hand to the glass of the mirror.

“My name’s Davey.” He says, and as he says it, he knows it’s true. Something spreads within him, a warmth that loosens his muscles and straightens his spine, something that makes him stand tall and unafraid. And he knows now that he is not David Jacobs anymore.

“My name’s Francis.”

[...]

“Jack!” Davey screams over the roar of tearing paper. “Spot!”

The two turn in his direction, Jack’s eyes wide as he cradles his heart in his hands.

“Davey?” His mouth shapes the word, but it’s drowned out by the cracks of falling brick.

“I know how to help you now!” Davey cries as the world is ripped from under him, rivers of watercolour streaming into an inky black abyss. Jack sprints as Davey’s torn away, the hills billowing beneath his feet like loose canvas. He’s yelling something, one arm outstretched, bleeding streaks of paint flying from the torn earth to his glowing fingers-

“Find me in the future!”

#this is less of a snippet and more like three scraps glued together but you see the vision yes? you see it? the vision? #howls moving castle au #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #javid #javey #newsies #pigeon scribbles #fic thoughts #anon #ask

[ramshacklefey]

Ok, it is almost 2024, and I'm just gonna say it:

The movie version of Howl's Moving Castle kinda sucks.

I just rewatched it for the first time in a long while, and I've finally confirmed that it isn't just that I've been in love with the book since long before the film existed. The plot of the film actually kinda sucks.

My argument for this is that describing the plot of the film is nearly impossible, because it's largely incoherent. The events don't hang together or follow from each other in any way that makes sense. There's just too much going on at once, character motivations aren't properly explained, and many events just seem to happen for no reason at all.

Why is Howl going out into the war zones? Why does he turn into a bird to do that? Why does Madame Suliman decide to end the war? Who is Makl (why did they leave his name that way in the English dub?) and where did he come from? Why did Howl make his bargain with Calcifer in the first place? Why is Sophie able to break Howl and Calcifer's bargain without killing Calcifer? Why does Howl have different personas in different places? Why would Howl, who spends every night flying around in a war zone, need Sophie to be in danger in order to summon up the courage to face Madame Suliman, and what was he trying to achieve by going to see her in the first place? Does using magic at all turn Howl into a monster, and if so, why?

There's just too many unanswered questions about everything that's going on, and too many scenes in the film that leave you going, "What, what?"

And why did Miyazaki feel the need to make the story this convoluted and weird? The original story is a pretty simple Beauty and the Beast retelling, and it's not like Miyazaki has any trouble telling simple, straightforward stories.

The whole thing is just kind of a mess, and I am no longer going to let it's popularity trick me into thinking that I'm just wrong.

#ramshackle rants #not going to tag this with the movie because I'm not really trying to rain on anyone's parade #it's just something that I've been bothered by for YEARS

[always-outsider]

Quick thought about old female characters in Valkyrie Connect

While playing Noel The Mortal Fate, I came across this incredible old woman character named Coffin Neris.

I love her so much that she makes me think about middle-aged+ female characters in the media.

I scratched my head and came up with the following short list of old lady characters I've known and liked.

Queen Clarisse Renaldi from The Princess Diaries

Professor Minerva McGonagall from Harry Potter

All The Golden Girls main characters

Gramma Tala from Moana

Gabai Granny from Saga no Gabai Baachan

Mamá Coco from Coco

Kaede from Inuyasha

Yubaba from Spirited Away

Witch of the Waste and Madam Suliman from Howl's Moving Castle

Mrs. Orange from Okami

Cologne from Ranma 1/2

Chiyo from Naruto Shippuden

Pinako Rockbell from Fullmetal Alchemist 

Torogai from Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit

Now let's see how many old women there are in my forever obsession, Valkyrie Connect.

Despite their youthful appearance, Ipsum and Mimir appear to be the only 2 characters who, in my opinion, can fit into the category (I do not count in the collab characters, only the original characters). One claims to be "the eldest elf alive," and both are acquainted with Bor and existed before Lord Odin was born.

Some notable female characters who may be mature but have not reached the age that can be considered truly old - the criteria I'm looking for, are:

Skadi, Freya, Frigg, Vili, Lodur, Jord, Gefion, Yvette, Crimi, Melveryn...

As for Eostre, a divine beast, I'm not sure how old she is.

So, now that I think about it, I'm kind of disappointed, first because of the lack of in-game old female characters, and secondly because the game's designers lacked the courage to depict them with accurate ages, despite the male counterparts aging gracefully:

I'd like to see more depictions of older female characters in Valkyrie Connect (and in other games as well). Aging isn't a bad thing; it's a natural process. There are already far too many young attractive girls in the game. Why not spice things up a little? Not that it will affect the sales because I believe most players are only concerned with their abilities (auto skills, passive skills) to fight in the Arena and Connect Battles.

With these thoughts in mind, I'm considering submitting one or two old female characters to the Hero Creation Competition next year.

#valkyrie connect #ヴァルコネ #ヴァルキリーコネクト #noel the mortal fate #Coffin Neris #old female character

[thecreaturecalledriza]

Y’all I’ve figured it out. Temenos kind of reminds me of movie!Howl from Howls Moving Castle. It’s the sarcasm and occasional cheerful menace I think. Also the sheer unadulterated drama.

But the image of Temenos glaring while smiling kind of like Howl did, especially picturing it during his “careful, I bite” line from chapter 2 is kind of perfect. Also I just think his hair should be fluffier and puff up when he angy.

(does that make Crick Sophie coded do you think)

(Kaldena definitely is kind of like Madame Suliman)

#temenos mistral #octopath temenos #temenos #octopath traveler ii #octopath traveler 2 #octopath ii #octopath 2