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voidpunkz · 4 months

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May have found a CatNap avatar,,,

#personal howls #I love him. I’ll do more photos tomorrow maybe as hehehe #vr chat #vrchat #Catnap #poppy playtime

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porcelain-rob0t · 7 months

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on identity, healing the inner child, fursonas, and cringe culture

#art #digital art #my art #fursona #personal comic #furry #wolf #i had a werewolf phase when i was 8. i would howl at the moon and i would grow my nails out and chew them into claws #comic #webcomic #web comic #comics #comic artist #indie comic #this will probably be included in a zine later #cringe culture is dead #i am cringe but i am free

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nonbinary-cryptid-baby · 9 months

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Edit: there’s a limited amount of answers you can put on a poll so I couldn’t include every single Studio Ghibli movie unfortunately

#personal #studio ghibli #asking the important questions #princess mononoke #my neighbor totoro #howl’s moving castle #spirited away #ponyo

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nagisa-cchi · 2 years

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✧*:･ﾟ Ghibli's Enchanting Creatures *:･ﾟ✧

#ghibliedit #studio ghibli #ponyo on the cliff by the sea #my neighbour totoro #tonari no totoro #sen to chihiro no kamikakushi #spirited away #howl's moving castle #hauru no ugoku shiro #kiki's delivery service #princess mononoke #mononoke hime #laputa castle in the sky #whisper of the heart #myworks #sgmine #gifsmine #my love for these movies is endless #i know there are so many more but these are just some of my personal favourites!

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bixels · 13 days

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Oh, I forgot Sunset has a whole demon form. Maybe I should design that and incorporate in her story...

#personal #delete later #rational writer me is going “it'd be a vision of the person/thing she'll end up becoming if she continues to pursue revenge”#but insane me is going “but what if demon form is berserker and thea has to bring her back a la monster howl and sophie”#anyways

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katrinastrawberri · 2 months

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That’s my girl 🔥

#personal #me #chubby #body positive #plus size #thick #fat positive #soft tummy #spicy creator #fat girls #howl cosplay

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velidewrites · 4 months

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Wow, Feyre, your hair looks just like Starlight!

— Feysand as Sophie and Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle ✨

Part 1/3 of my dear friend’s @azrielshadowssing birthday gift! I love and cherish you so much - I hope you like this little Feysand treat! 💕

You can find Part 2 here!

#I wanted to commemorate us watching howl together and screaming FEYSAND CODED #EVERYONE GO WISH J A HAPPY BIRTHDAY #and tell her how wonderful and talented she is #parts 2 and 3 are coming later because personally I think you should be celebrated all week #feysand #feysand au #feysand art #feyre x rhysand #feyre archeron #feyre acotar #rhysand #rhysand acotar #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #myart #velidedraws

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wildechildwrites · 2 months

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Looney Tunes

König/reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: N/A

No use of Y/N

Summary: You keep running into König in the elevator at your apartment building. He'd be incredibly intimidating, but he kind of reminds you of a cartoon character.

A/N: König is so serious with all his war crimes and intensity, and you are... not serious

AO3 Link: Looney Tunes

The man who steps on the elevator is giant, bigger than anyone you've ever seen in real life, and you can't help looking up at him, craning your neck. He's wearing a sweatshirt, the hood up and cloaking most of his face, disguising his eyes, but you see his nose point down at you, and you know he’s staring back at you.

"How tall are you?" You ask, before cringing at your own social awkwardness. It's silent for a moment, and you wonder if he heard you at all. The elevator dings for your floor and as you step off, a quiet, accented voice calls out.

“Two hundred centimeters.”

You whip your phone out, googling the conversion almost immediately as the doors shut behind you. He’s huge, with shoulders so widely set it's almost comical. You marvel at it briefly, then he slips your mind.

The next time you see the man, he’s got his hood off, his long hair pulled back into a bun. He’s older than you’d thought he’d be, strands of gray catching the light, standing out against the auburn. You step into the elevator with a greeting he doesn’t acknowledge. You both stand in silence, listening to the quiet ding as you pass the floors.

You've developed a quiet rhythm with the elevator man, leaving in the mornings at the same time, your greetings always met by a silence that should probably deter you but doesn't. You're staring at his reflection in the elevator doors, noting the way he seems to slightly slouch into himself, when your unbidden thoughts cause you to giggle. His eyes shoot up instantly to meet yours.

“You remind me of the looney tunes monster,” you blurt suddenly, the aimless rambling of your inner monologue spilling out before you can stop yourself. The man beside you stiffens, before turning his body fully to look down at you. You try not to cower, unable to meet his eye.

“The… um… the orange one? Have you ever seen looney tunes?” you push on moronically. He’s glaring down at you, and you wonder if getting murdered in an elevator is really the way to go.

“What is ‘looney’ tunes?” He finally asks, his voice low and hoarse, as if he's not used to speaking.

"It's a children's show… there's a bunch of little characters and they have their own personalities…" You know your face is bright red, and you thank whatever deity is involved when the elevator chimes and you can step off, too embarrassed to say goodbye.

You consider taking the stairs when you see him again the next day. You give a quiet greeting that he doesn't acknowledge, so you hope you're forgiven for yesterday. You're scrolling through your phone when he speaks, startling you.

"You are der hase?" He asks.

"What?" You respond, looking up with wide eyes, off guard.

He huffs, looking at the ceiling.

"The— rabbit. That is you?"

You scrunch your nose in momentary confusion, then the realization hits you.

"Oh. Bugs Bunny, you mean?" You laugh. "I guess I could be him."

You two stand in silence for the rest of the elevator ride.

You forgot you could be this drunk, staring at the elevator buttons in a daze. You couldn’t quite remember which one you were supposed to press, only knew for sure this was your building because your friend had put your address into the uber. You don’t even hear the footsteps behind you, the irritated sigh as König watches you sway slightly. It’s only when he reaches around you, pressing the up button, that you startle.

“Jesus Christ!” you say, jumping back. An impossibly large hand grabs your arm, steading you. You tilt your head back, and the elevator man is towering over you. He’s in army fatigues, and as your inebriated mind processes that information, the door to the elevator chimes open.

He doesn’t wait for you to move, just picks you up like you weigh nothing before stepping inside. You blink upwards at him in a daze, and he glares down at you. He’s chastising you in his low voice, and it takes you a moment to realize the reason you can’t understand him is because he’s not speaking English.

“You can let me down now,” you interrupt, your voice quiet and slightly slurred. He somehow manages to look even more pissed, staring down at you, incensed, and you’re sorry for saying anything. He fumbles in his other language before finding the words.

“You can— You can not stand.” He says with finality. You relax against him, lapsing into familiar silence as the elevator shoots upwards. This close to him, you can hear his heart beating, and you wonder why it's thumping so fast.

He carries you to your door, and you're too distracted to think about how he knows which apartment is yours. He sets you down, plucking the keys out of your hand with ease when you fumble with them, watching as you sway slightly.

"I keep thinking about the cartoon." He says suddenly, abandoning the key in the lock. He’s leaning over you, shadowing you in the small doorway as you look up at him, your expression confused. His face holds a neutral expression, but his eyes seem to glint in an odd way.

“The monster, he wants to eat the rabbit.” He states, taking a step towards you, crowding you against your door. The wood is cool against your back, and you’re blinking up at him through your drunken haze, trying to figure out what he’s talking about.

"Looney Tunes?" You finally respond, remembering your last conversation. He nods and reaches out one large hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart skips, and you wonder if he can hear it as he drags his fingertips along your jaw, cupping your chin softly.

“Does the rabbit want to be eaten?” He asks, his head cocked. His eyes are like molten steel, his voice so soft and deep it’s practically a purr. It feels like the oxygen has been sucked out of the hallway, leaving you lightheaded.

“Oh,” you breathe, your lips parting softly, what little mental clarity you had abandoning you. There’s a scar that runs up from the man’s chin, stopping just below his bottom lip, and you’re staring at the scar, staring at his mouth, when he bends down, guiding your chin up as you raise yourself unsteadily on your tiptoes.

His lips are warm, scorching against yours, and you open your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss, whimpering when he presses his hard body against yours. His hand slides into your hair, his palm curling around the back of your neck, holding you steady. You shudder at the contact, and he breaks the kiss, pulling away, leaving you dazed and breathless. Everything is spinning, and you can’t tell if it’s because of the alcohol still coursing through your veins, or the fact that he’s still leaning over you, caging you in.

His pupils are blown wide, and you watch his chest rise and fall. He’s monstrous like this, a man at the brink of self control, his hands trembling at the effort to not touch you. He pushes away, creating distance, and you stare at him, stunned and confused. He’s muttering to himself again, and it finally cuts through your stupid, intoxicated brain that he’s speaking German.

He’s looking at you like he’d like to devour you. Instead he breathes, slow and deep, and takes another step back from you.

“Have a good night, häschen” He says, and then he turns, heading towards the elevator, away from you.

Part Two

#something about this concept just has me howling you're the most awkward person in the building and konig finds you irresistible #he wants you carnally and your brain is just the ducktales theme song #konig cod #konig x reader #konig x you #cod mw2 #cod x reader #konig/reader #hes changed his entire schedule for the 30 seconds he gets to spend in your presence and he cant even say hi the konig pov would go crazy

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mfshipbracket · 1 year

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#mf ship bracket #mf ship bracket 2023 #round 1 #howl's moving castle #howl pendragon #sophie hatter #howl x sophie #gekkan shoujo nozaki kun #gsnk #monthly girls' nozaki kun #horikashi #kashima yuu #masayuki hori #this js so sad to me personally . brunettes and their gnc as fuck partners

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voidpunkz · 22 days

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HOLY SHIT!!!! MORE CAMP CRETACEOUS CONTENT??????

#personal howls #I AM YELLING!!! I DIDNT KNOW OMG #camp cretaceous #chaos theory #Jurassic world chaos theory

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acomumsb · 3 months

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That twitter trend of drawing your comfort characters but make it extra by adding dialogue....

#nevermind me taking two days to draw it cause I suddenly couldn't get Miles right #but at least it came out really good #giving away my personal friends taste/alter egos by showing my comfort characters haha #also that's totally a dialogue they'd have #atsv #spiderman #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales #avatar the last airbender #zuko #prince zuko #atla #atla zuko #howls moving castle #howlscastle #fanart #comfort character

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treysimp · 2 years

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“I don’t know how else to say this… do you want to make out on my couch?”

Part 1

GN!Reader x Savannahclaw (Leona, Ruggie, Jack)

Implied spiciness, but nothing beyond kissing and pawing at each other described.

Reader’s looks not described.

Other parts:

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“Thought you’d never ask” Leona says cooly, in spite of the rosy flush slowly creeping up on his cheekbones.

His kisses are slow, savoring, unhurried. It feels like he is trying to memorize every square inch he can touch, his bright eyes squinting at you every time you desperate for breath, like he’s afraid if he blinks that he will miss something.

His hands are calloused from Spelldrive practice, warm and rough despite the way he trails his fingers over your skin like you might break.

Every sarcastic and sassy remark he would say in any other circumstance melting in his mouth, desperately pushing himself against you for that small bit of more warmth, that second more of touch, that single breaths length of how you smell, the softness of your hair and the way that you feel better than he had even imagined.

“Hey…” he quietly whispers, barely able to be heard. “I want you… can I…” he can’t even finish his sentence. He’s terrified, he got this far but… but what if you…

“…yes.” You are barely able to finish that single syllable before he’s on you again, face burning, hands shaking.

He looks so focused on being cool, on being suave and taking you the way he has in his dreams where you pulled him closer by his tie and whispered how much you want to feel him.

Pulling your jacket from your shoulders, slipping the buttons from the holes in your vest and pausing when he finally sees your skin. You’re burning hot, just like he was, your eyes, half lidded, burned into him and he had to remind himself that this was really happening yet again.

He kissed and stroked every inch he could reach, you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.

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“…it’s not funny to joke like that, you know? A guy could get the wrong idea.” Ruggie’s shoulders shook with his signature laugh, his hand desperately trying to cover the burning of his face at your suggestion.

You paused, eyes burning into his as you bit your lip in thought.

“…what if I want you to get the wrong idea?

Reggie’s eyes widened at the statement. You couldn’t be… not with him… right?

“Are you sure?” He felt so vulnerable, like he had pulled his heart straight out of his chest and held it out to you on a silver platter. He would be lying to himself that he would do anything for you to like him… to love him… but…

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He gaze snapped to yours and in what felt like a millisecond he was on you. His breathing heavy, his kisses like a man starved as he balled up his hands in the fabric of your shirt.

He felt so warm and so, so desperate. Ruggie’s self-restraint was like a rubber band ready to snap, muscles tense and feeling like he would devour you before you could even imagine to stop him.

Leading you backwards and pushing you down on you ragged couch, he climbed on top of you and immediately set to start ridding himself of all of his layers while his smiling eyes never left yours for a second.

“…I don’t want to scare you Prefect, but you do need to know that I’m a ride-or-die kind of guy.”

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“…say that again?” Jack’s eyes were wide as they bore into yours, unblinkingly staring at your lips as if he could read different words on them and properly convince himself this was a dream.

With a sudden burst of confidence, you spoke each word with clear diction and emphasis.

“Can I kiss you?”

Jack swallowed loudly and nodded, though the shock on his face did not leave. He leaned his face closer to yours slowly, as if he was expecting you to take back your request at any time.

You trailed your fingertips to the back of his nape and slowly coaxed his lips closer until they met yours in a soft lock.

Jack’s eyes closed with a sigh as he melted into you, his stiff body language loosening as he draped himself on your body. When you finally separated, his eyes were glassy and unfocused, never leaving your lips as he spoke.

“…more.” He whispered, terrified that this whole situation was a fluke and that you would reneg on your request to kiss him at any moment.

You grabbed his hand and slowly sat him on your couch, slowly crawling onto his lap as he stared at you on awe.

“I’ll give you anything you want, Jack.”

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Thanks for reading! Lmk if you have any requests I guess, I’ve never really tried to write fic before. I’m fixated on twst rn though so feel free to talk to me if you are too!

Love you, random reader!