#sophowl

[phoenixkaptain]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82004466

I wrote Howl/Sophie because I have a problem.

Summary:

It's a bit difficult to deal with suddenly feeling your emotions without any interference. Having a heart again is tough.

"I should just take the blasted thing back out if it's going to cause me problems." -Howl

[phoenixlionme]

Fictional Ladykillers with their True Loves

[phoenixlionme]

My Favorite Fictional Couples Part 13

NOTE: Be respectful of my choices; the OTPs are not ranked, just of who I thought when making this list.

1. Studio Ghibli’s Princess Mononoke: Prince Ashitaka + San aka Princess Mononoke = Ashisan

2. Disenchantment: Princess Tiabeanie “Bean” Mariabeanie de la Rochambeaux Grunkwitz of Dreamland + Princess Mora = Beanmora

3. TDP: Ezran + Ellis = Ezris

4. Jorgeverse’s TBOL: Xibalba + La Muerte = Gravepainters

5. Jorgeverse’s Maya and the Three: Prince Zatz + Princess Maya = Zaya

6. Dreamworks’ Megamind: Megamind + Roxanne Ritchi = Megarox

7. Star Wars franchise: Obi Wan Kenobi + Satine Kryze = Obitine

8. Studio Ghibli’s Howl’s Moving Castle = Sophie Hatter + Howl Pendragon = Sophowl

9. Disney’s Gravity Falls: Dipper Pines + Pacifica Northwest = Dipifica

10. The Amazing Word of Gumball (TAWOG): Gumball Watterson + Penny Fitzpatrick = Gumpenny

[oh-heartlessman]

In which there is a great deal of witchcraft || Sophowl

Howl Pendragon was set to meet Miss Sophie Hadder on the 21st of December. They were going to be meeting a bit ways in the forest—Howl had sent a lovely little message in the shape of a butterfly to Miss Hadder’s shop and it was supposed to have landed on her counter and unfurl its wings and become a little note that would guide her to the exact clearing.

There were many clearings in Enchantra that were used for spells (and some used by fairies, but those were not at all useful to the complex spells of sorcerers), and this particularly clearing had a stump in the middle and was surrounded by lithe birch trees, whose bare branches chattered in the cold winter breeze.

Howl had brought his collection of reagents—and also Calcifer, along in a little jar. He set Calcifer atop the stump and unscrewed the lid of the jar. Cal rose up, leaning his flames on the rim, and gazing out at the clearing.

“You should’ve walked with her, Howl, she’s gonna get lost,” said Calcifer.

“She won’t—the note will guide her,” said Howl, tugging off his leather gloves with his teeth and stuffing them into his belt.

“The note only works with magic.”

“And she has plenty of that,” replied Howl calmly. “I have full confidence in Miss Hadder.”

Calcifer sighed, a puff of smoke rising up to the air. Howl tilted his head up at the waxing crescent in the sky, a sliver of silver against the starry blackness. Hands on his hips, he stood still like that. Calcifer, too, looked up.

If Howl could feel, thought Calcifer, maybe he would feel small and lost—maybe he would feel big and powerful. Stars had a way of doing that, Calcifer had learned. He’d come from a star, and still—when he looked up at them, he often felt like he was a part of something bigger.

But Howl could not feel. Howl was thinking about how lovely the starlight might look in his hair or in a scarf or on a nice shiny necklace around Melaenis’s neck. Howl was thinking about getting that curve of moonlight and making a nice little cloak for Maggie. Howl was thinking about harvesting the whisper of the branches and using it for a nice spell of quiet for Belle when she needed rest.

There was a crackle of twigs and Howl turned around, beaming brightly.

“Ah! Sophie! I’m glad you got here alright.” He wriggled an eyebrow to Calcifer, then glided over, hand extended.

@sophiehadder

[oh-heartlessman]

sophowl? sure. why not. i feel less bad asking after the leviathan of an ask mk sent

lmaoo

1. First impression: What a delightfully peculiar little shop girl!2. Truth is:  You have great power and simply need to be polished like a little diamond.3. How old do you look: lolol 4. Have you ever made me laugh: All the time with your odd litttle mannerisms!5. Have you ever made me mad:  Nah6. Best feature: Such big lovely owlish eyes7. Have I ever had a crush on you: No8. You’re my: project in the works

[oh-heartlessman]

The Quest for the World’s Most Perfect Bowler Hat || Sophowl

Howl Pendragon was on a mission. He was singlehandedly going to bring back the bowler hat, a relic of proper English past that he was determined to bring back to modern day. He had it planned out. He’d find the perfect bowler hat, get Kiki to take a few good pics for Instagram, perhaps enchant it to be especially eye-catching, perhaps sweet talk little Zella into posting something with him—it was going to be good.

Now the problem was, Howl needed to find that perfect hat in the first place.

He’d heard good things about the Haddery which he had not visited since arriving back in Swynlake (for those just tuning in, Howl had been in a sort of demonic form for a few weeks/months and then on a mission to rescue his illegitimate offspring, which had been kidnapped by the woman he feared the most, and also incidentally, was an egg), plus the other option was going to London and Howl, in all honesty, was quite rather too lazy to just up and go to London.

(Use a travel spell, Howl, said Calcifer at dinner. You know that does horrors to my hair, replied Howl, and I can’t go walking around London with bad hair.)

So, it was planned. Howl waltzed into the Haddery at around 2:13 pm, clad in his usual all-black ensemble (was it hot, you ask? Well, you see Howl enchanted his clothes to keep him precisely the perfect temperature, useful for everyday activities and also so that any outfit could be worn with any weather).

“I am looking,” said Howl, upon pushing open the door and twirling a hand in the air, “for the world’s most perfect bowler hat.” He gave a little bow to the plain-looking shopkeep.

@sophiehadder