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# PENDDRAIG . ❛ that's why i love spiders. ‘ if at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try, again. ’ i keep trying, but i brought it on myself by making a bargain some years ago, and i know i shall never be able to love anyone properly now. ❜

A STUDY ON FEMININE &. MASCULINE FLUIDITY, IDENTITY THROUGH MAGIC, &. DEFYING SOCIETAL NORMS &. EXPECTATIONS.

independent, private, &. selective rp blog for howl jenkins pendragon from the world of ingary series (books) &. howl’s moving castle / ハウルの動く城 (movie). book-canon with movie influences. my howl is transgender ftm &. asian-welsh. written by kat, she/her, 27. i am not affiliated with diana wynne jones, or hazao miyazaki. i wish i was . &. please don't associate me with anime fandoms. read my carrd ! no minors please.

affiliates: chiheru. ✧ laputian. ✧ notodin. ✧ innchanted. ✧ draconisa / love-charmed. ✧ foolshoujo. ✧ crzrl. ✧ violevin. ✧ bloedvrihedd. ✧ giriure. ✧ agecurse. ✧ cezaris. ✧ l3ttie.

carrd. ✧ memes. ✧ promo. ✧ headcanons. pinterest. ✧ spotify.

#PINNED.#KAT. 27. SHE/HER.#PREV UIZADO.

the way i come on here sometimes just to look around and leave again.

#( ;; i have to s.tudy myself. i'm just like whats up people in my phone. bye. )

i keep getting suggestions on yt of someone animating scenes from the hmc book and i'm out here with my fists balled up. watching them.

#( ;; how can i miss so many boys at ONCE. )#( ;; i say. as if i'm not still g.eralt-pilled until further notice. )#.゜–– ooc . * what a pretty fire blog .

itagakimizuki

YOKOHAMA RYUSEI as Kosaka Ren WAKATTEITEMO: THE SHAPES OF LOVE (2024)

#( ;; haven't been here in an eternity still gonna rb this bc i saw it. )#.゜–– fc . * mae'n draed moch arna fi .

howl's moving castle is gonna be in theaters for its 20th anniversary . by the way .

#( ;; leans seductively on the dash. )#.゜–– ooc . * what a pretty fire blog .

mosscoveredclown

"can you behave" yes, if I wanted to, but this is so much funnier

#( ;; i hope no one gets the notification that i'm posting. )#( ;; that would be embarrassing considering i'm here for 2 seconds. )#( ;; listening to passacaglia again and h.owl ruffled his feathers. )#.゜–– mannerism . * i'm going to bed where i may die .

thecollectibles

Art by Eldar Akmanaev

#( ;; A.DAM FOUND ME THE MOST H.OWLCORE A.RT EVER. )#( ;; SLAM DUNKS IT RIGHT HERE. )#.゜–– art . * out of a steam of verbena scented spells .#.゜–– aesthetic . * nobody's safe in a wizard's house .

boops you over here , boops you boops you

#( ;; VERY FITTING OVER HERE. )#.゜–– ooc . * what a pretty fire blog .

what's your absolute dumbest conspiracy theory ? i'll go first . howl's moving castle was published in 1986 and j krap r.owling didn't start writing h.p till after that , and i think she was fully aware of the book and even read it and decided to steal howell j.enkins' initials for her own wizard protagonist . fortunately there's no room for the two of them in this world and howl's name is better . thanks for coming to my ted talk .

#.゜–– ooc . * what a pretty fire blog .

mostlyfate

Love Me, Love My Voice 很想很想你 · 2023 28 | I’m cooking. It’s hot here. This is too easy for you. I have to add something for you. I’m increasing the difficulty for you. Hurry up and focus your attention.

#giriure #( ;; i need a tag for them immediately thank you. )

sharkface

They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.

writterings

here's some instructions for anyone who doesn't know how to opt out:

login in on desktop, it's not available on mobile yet

click "Account"

click on your blog

go to "Blog Settings"

go to "Visibility"

Scroll down to the bottom option

turn the toggle ON, not off

you will have to do this individually for each sideblog you have too, no way to do it for each account in one go

#( ;; jesus christ. fyi. )

princejeanot

Childhood crush, now adulthood crush

#( ;; this caption is such a mood. )#.゜–– howl . * you who swallowed a falling star .#.゜–– art . * out of a steam of verbena scented spells .

truewizardfacts

wizards can eats stars, i wouldn't recommend it tho its bad for your indigestion

#( ;; PLEASE. )#.゜–– mannerism . * i'm going to bed where i may die .

crzrl

geralt glanced at ciri. and almost howled with anger, seeing streaks shining white as silver in her ashen hair. he controlled himself. it wasn't the time for anger.

CRZRL ! HIGHLY PRIVATE WRITING BLOG FOR CIRI OF THE WITCHER SAGA. BOOKS & GAME BASED. RE-EST 0623.

#( ;; *kiss ur forehead* )#( ;; YEAAA sam’s ciri is to dieeeeee for. HIGH recommend. )

draconisa

❛ Then he must know, ❜ she begins, and for all that she is a monarch and a woman of power, she feels her confidence crumble to dust. Right now, she is none of those things. She is a girl, impossibly in love. ❛ That I've felt this way for some time. ❜

She should have guessed that Calcifer and Howl shared some emotional connection. How often had a kind word to the former garnered a flush on Howl's cheeks? How did Calcifer know things she had said in Howl's presence? Tied together, in heart and in spirit. She tightens the arms around his waist. Beneath her cheek, his shirt is wonderfully silky, perfumed with the soft florals he prefers. Daenerys breathes deep.

❛ Howl... ❜ Trepidation raises the hairs along her arms, prickles her neck. She's both afraid of voicing the question — and of what the answer may be. ❛ Is there a way to break the curse? ❜ And if there isn't? Daenerys knows that neither of them will ever be free.

penddraig

❝ magical contracts are very fickle things, ❞ is howl’s answer, which he utters quite airily and nonchalantly despite the very sticky situation surrounding it. despite the very worry that simmers inside of him, settled at the side of his abdomen and somewhere beneath the side of his jaw, prickling uncomfortably. ❝ believe me, i’ve tried. both calcifer and i have tried to take this off of us. neither can do a thing. it is … more powerful than either of us. ❞ though, perhaps, not as powerful as the fire demon’s full potential. but he is a fallen star now, and requires the life of a mere human heart to live : a sad existence, and a worrisome one.

her voice quavers with uncertainty. she must truly want to help. desperation is a pitiful look on the queen, but it makes howl no less endeared to her. he keeps his chin rested in her hair, watching the uneven stone of the wall next to them. ❝ there are ways to break it. but i can’t help you there. ❞

#draconisa #( ;; pain. no help from him ! )#( ;; he simply can't say a thing. )#.゜–– iv . * a fickle heart is the only constant in this world .#.゜–– ic . * thread .

lvebug

this stranger has kinda hit the nail on the head, though andie's not so sure if it's selfishness as much as it's just an extension of her job as lovebug—protecting people. these people just happen to be directly important to her, both the risk to them and her desire to protect so much stronger because of it. the pedantics aren't important, though. she shrugs it off with ease, he's kind and w compliment doesn't do her any harm. "yeah, i suppose. i just want to keep everyone safe and this helps ensure that."

she takes a couple loping steps towards the man, right as he does the same. something about him is authoritarian, not in a commanding way, but in how he moves and talks not just as if the city is his, but as if it's his to look after. or maybe he's just a concerned passerby like she is. "it's kind of a long story." that doesn't stop her mouth from running, in what will likely be the whole thing. "see i got bit by a radioactive spider and it gave me super strength and i can stick to walls. but the swinging's not a part of that, it's a device that was built by a friend of mine." she holds up the inside of her wrist at him, even though the web-shooters are under the fabric of her suit. "okay, maybe not too long of a story. i mean it's a little more complicated than that, but that's the gist of it, yeah."

penddraig

❝ … oh … ❞ he doesn’t mean to sound as if he’s judging her, but he comes across as if he is anyways, presented naturally in the way he stares at her with his glassy gaze and pulls his hands across his abdomen to play with one of the few rings on his fingers. it certainly makes less sense to him, this ‘bitten by a spider that gave her powers’ ordeal, than does his magic. his power comes from an explainable source, something toward which entire schools of study are dedicated. but he’s never heard of any phenomenon involving radioactive spiders. before he can think, he blurts out : ❝ isn’t radioactivity supposed to be a bad thing ? you don’t seem bad off. ❞

then he quits that line of topic, finding it crude to ask a complete stranger. still - he sniffs, deciding to come no closer, but also taking no steps back. he’s still genuinely in a wonder about it all. ❝ so … you’ve taken it on yourself to fight for an entire city, now that you’re strong and can stick yourself to walls ? you do know these ordeals are dangerous ? how old are you ? ❞ truth be told, it hardly makes sense to him, nor would he ever want to put himself into any position similar to hers. his magic allows him to help, but never in any of the dangerous ways.

#lvebug #( ;; i am SO sorry he's so judgemental. )#( ;; and it shows. )#.゜–– iv . * a fickle heart is the only constant in this world .#.゜–– ic . * thread .

he sits in one of the many decorated chairs around this foreign castle which allows them their temporary home. it’s been only a few weeks since he’s lived here, yet it feels both as if an eternity has stretched in that time and as if it’s flown past in the blink of an eye. he’d had several qualms against this arrangement, not the least of which included the very reason that he is not, in retrospect and current-spect, a man who marries so quickly. and he had believed, since losing his heart, that he wasn’t one who could catch any affections at all. but he has found that mana carries their own charm, and has a presence that doesn’t suffocate him at all. it’s a nice change.

@giriure. “ they’re hosting a dinner tonight. ” for us. for the wedding that is yet another few days away, plans that howl surely must have been made as aware of as they were. “ and i was thinking of ways— wondering if you’d— ” how we might disappear from it, a sticky thought glued to a stammered question that they are too shy to ask. it was a pleasant surprise to find that it was not in fact, the inability to acclimate to howl’s own company that caused so much tension, but simply instead the eyes that would always bore into the both of them. they press the pads of their fingertips to the curve of their cheek instead of sinking tooth to nail and biting the edge of one’s thumb nail as mana had when presented with the flounce of their gown and its shade. not ugly by any means, but still just as new and immovably present as the reality of their arrangement to stupefy— and there is a hopefulness and care that bleeds through the softened gaze of their eyes. “ there are much better places on the grounds we could explore instead of us being watched all evening. ” // ITS HOWLMANA N THEIR ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU HOURS

when they speak, he glances up, as though he’s only just noticing that they’re in the room. ❝ do you mean to tell me you want to skip out entirely in tonight’s dinner and steal away to the grounds ? ❞ it is a titillating proposal, to say the least. the very thought of stealing away from the dinner they’re supposed to so dutifully attend on account of their arranged marriage ( that is so quickly upcoming, almost an impending doom upon them both or perhaps … perhaps howl doesn’t think it a doom anymore ) seems almost blasphemous. but then, the wizard has never been one to be anything but, in the eyes of the people. and it might be fun, to see the irritated looks on everyone’s faces when they finally returning after going missing, unannounced, looking far happier than they ever could be sitting in their chairs for hours.

he pushes himself off his legs, straightening up in his seat and sliding down, just slightly, so that he’s slumped almost lazily. he’s gotten used to them now, by some turn of luck, to the point that he feels comfortable doing just that. ❝ why don’t we find something to eat before we disappear ? or better yet, we could find somewhere and something to eat while we’re gone. ❞ he shoots at them one of his scintillating smiles. ❝ i’d like that much better than being stared at and prodded like a circus exhibit. ❞

.゜–– SEMI-PROMPTED. / 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

#giriure #( ;; THROWS THEM AROUND W MY TEETH. )#( ;; WAAAAA MY AFFECTIONS FOR THEM KNOW NO BOUNDS. )#( ;; this is SUCH a good a.sk thank you... )#( ;; god this is by far one of my fav aus. )#.゜–– ic . * answered .

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