#Howl inspired

[env0]

Yeah, that LBC kick, my malignant fascination with sensation

[mini-minish]

have you heard of that new hot spot in ba sing se 🍵

[illcamp]

Ghibli x Zelda collection, available for print!

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

New dad Astarion who is about to see his newborn child for the first time.

Of course, he expects his child to be the personification of serene beauty and divine grace. Them to have their father’s silken silvern locks, his immaculately chiselled features—the artwork perfected by Tav’s wonderful watercolour eyes…

And then he actually sees the child and—well—everybody assures him that, yes, Astarion, all babies look like that barely a half hour after birth…

He kind of has to take that at face value because he hasn’t seen an awful lot of newborns in his lifetime.

But it would’ve been nice if someone had told him that newborns happen to look like shrivelled potatoes, because he’s really, really trying to not let his bewilderment show. 

Astarion swallows. 

Tav’s beautiful eyes are watching him, waiting for a reaction—an enthusiastic one, no less. 

Maybe Tav will believe that he’s overcome with emotions at seeing his firstborn child? 

“Oh my, darling, I’m…speechless,” is all he can choke out, though, being rather proud that it’s at least not a lie. 

To his luck, Tav only nods dreamily, her full attention back on the odd little bundle in her arms.

“Isn’t she perfect?”

Yes, perfectly hideous. 

Astarion only hums in a way of reply.

That—his daughter, he supposes—is with no doubt one of the ugliest things he’s ever seen, but he has a feeling that his honesty wouldn’t be appreciated after Tav laboured for hours to give birth to this…potato-baby.

“Come, hold her, Astarion,” Tav says, then, bidding him to sit next to her on the bed.

The mattress shifts under Astarion’s weight and he obediently holds his arms out so that Tav can gently place the sleeping child against his chest.

Now that Astarion can take a better look, he can confirm that his daughter’s hair is of an indefinable colour and that her features are neither his nor Tav’s, plain as can be. Surely it won’t stay like that?

He and Tav are so ridiculously beautiful, their child can only be drop-dead gorgeous, right?

Astarion’s stomach drops indeed when, suddenly, something occurs to him. 

Oh dear, what if it’s his fault? He has no recollection of his family whatsoever; it’s very much possible that he and his immaculate looks are the exception in his lineage, and that he’s passed on only those mysterious less-than-perfect genes…Tav, as per usual, can’t be the issue!

Astarion is still catastrophizing when the bundle in his arms begins to stir.

All of a sudden, gold-speckled pale green eyes are looking up at him as if to ask what the fuck this weirdo’s problem might be. 

“Oh,” the weirdo in question exclaims at once. “Darling, look, she has your eyes!”

Tav, hugging him from behind, rests her chin on his shoulder, so she can watch as Astarion’s finger tenderly strokes their baby’s chubby cheek.

Their daughter also has, as it turns out, ten fingers and toes, a cute little nose and a hungry mouth—everything that’s supposed to be there is there, and it seems to be working fine, too—which is a huge relief. 

And aren’t those the tiniest pointy ears Astarion has ever seen? Let alone the unexpectedly strong fingers grasping at his!

Astarion, worries forgotten in a heartbeat, can’t help but smile at the baby in his arms. 

She is perfect, after all. 

Tav, face hidden in the crook of his neck, begins to tremble against his back. 

For a second, Astarion thinks she’s crying but then her laughter fills the chamber. It takes her a good moment to articulate whatever it is she finds so very funny.

“She'll grow out of it, you know?” Tav giggles in between her fits of laughter. 

Astarion stiffens. “Of what?”

“The turnip look. That’s what you’ve been worrying about the whole time, haven't you?”

“I was leaning more towards potatoes—but yes, I might’ve been a little worried about that,” Astarion admits sheepishly, although a grin is already tugging at his lips.  

Regaining her composure, Tav reaches over Astarion’s shoulder, her hand joining his as they get to know their child.

“Give it a couple of days and she will look like your proper little elf—beautiful just like her father.”

A content sigh leaves Astarion’s lips, right before he presses them against Tav’s temple.

“That’s the second best news I’ve heard today, my heart, truly.”

[moondwellerthatdwells]

The modern team awesome thing

Eugene: You ever get so tired you start seeing spiders?

Varian: me when i take 17 benadryl and start seeing the Hat Man

Eugene: THE WHO!?

Varian: oh, is this not a safe space suddenly?

[sass-squat]

I recently saw a post on here saying something about Legend in Howl’s Moving Castle and it made me realize how my favorite boys already fit both blonde and black haired Howl so I knew what I had to do 🫡

[honeycove-crossing]

— Studio Ghibli Island songs —

[allioaro]

babysitting Cheka!!🦁🧡

[milomilesmib]

Anyone else have that one character that they love seeing in outfits. You see them drawn in an outfit and you're like "wow! They're wearing an outfit!" And it just brings you so much joy because the outfit is so them

[env0]

3,2,1 Let's Jam

[rissaito]

a long-lost dream ⋆˙⟡

[bluesylveon2]

(AN: characters are aged up!)

Jamil lounging in his house

His phone rings

Jamil: hello?

Ace: come get your wife

Jamil: what?

He hears Yuu crying in the background while the other first year group members are comforting her

Ace: listen, just stop looking pretty when you sleep so that Yuu can be happy and you won't have a mob trying to murder you

Deuce, in the background: let's get Jamil for making Yuu cry!

Epel: I'll get the poison!

Ortho: I have my laser beams!

Sebek: I will inform Waka-sama at once!

Ace: GET HER NOW!!

[themadghiblilover]

[stil-lindigo]

the witch of the west

[circusballoon]

Post-game thoughts and personal wish fulfillment. I really want Loop to be friends with everybody okay :( and for Siffrin and Loop to be weird chosen family who help raise Bonnie.

All post-game designs and concepts are liable to change wildly if I draw them more in the future. I have so many contradicting thoughts and hold it all loosely in my heart, but it's fun to think about. And I love them all. So much

[wald-prinz]

star catcher