#turniphead

[tossawary]

Rewatched the Howl's Moving Castle movie (fantastic animated movie, definitely inspired by more than an adaptation of the book) while doing something else and I was struck this time by the fact that the Prince (Turniphead the Scarecrow) says that he intends to go tell his king to call off the war, but THEN he intends on COMING BACK to Ingary to shoot his shot with Sophie again because (as he says to the flirtatious Witch of the Wastes) "hearts change".

And maybe he will come back to make Sophie an offer of marriage and then leave again when he's turned down, but I imagined for a moment that the Prince (who is possibly the movie's version of Prince Justin, so let's call him Justin) might just... move back into Howl's house without asking and stay there. There are several cases of precedent for this. Also, as Turniphead, he's shown several times helping Sophie with laundry, or playing with Markl, or helping the Witch of the Wastes move around, and Sophie deserves that kind of help around the house! Howl isn't going to reliably do chores.

And you know what? I think Howl would be into that shit. There's something very Wynne-Jonesian about it all still. It's tempting to write a post-canon fic about this situation from the movie with an extra dash of flavoring from the books. Like:

This is the infamous wizard Howl Pendragon/Jenkins, a vain draft-dodging flirt who likes to build moving castles to evade taxes too. The beautifully angry young woman with the silver hair over there is his wife, Sophie Hatter, who may or may not be an extremely powerful witch, but right now she's dusting and do not get in her way. This is Calcifer, the fire demon who used to have Howl's heart and is arguably his other life partner and also might be in love with Sophie, and this is arguably kind of actually his house. The old lady smoking a cigar over there is Howl's ex-girlfriend and former nemesis, the Witch of the Wastes, who now lives in their house. This is Markl, Howl's apprentice, kind of his kid, and there is no explanation of where he comes from or what happened to his parents. The dog used to be(?) the Royal Wizard's spy (Howl used to be her apprentice and potential successor) but now he also just lives here. And that's Prince Justin of Strangia, Sophie's house-boyfriend. Don't listen to the propaganda, he wasn't kidnapped by a heart-eating wizard; he used to be a cursed scarecrow and now he wants to be here to help Sophie do laundry. He's trying to homewreck and Howl thinks it's both funny and hot.

[simptasia]

LOST + text posts part 160

[drjohndisco]

elphaba/fiyero howl's moving castle au.......

[crafteeauthor]

Hear me out Howl's Moving Castle au but it's palasaki. Shut in Niko gets cursed by David the Demon and ends up in the witch Crystal's weird castle befriending the irritable spirit in the fireplace (Edwin) and Crystal's assistant (Charles)

[ncoincidences]

Bonus points if Rabastan sticks to Rodolphus' side more than Sirius'. He's committing to the act, you know?

Regulus is really Rabastan but it’s actually Sirius and him pulling a prank on the entire Wizarding World to see if they can convince everyone that Rabastan Lestrange actually exists when nobody’s met the guy before, they know the Lestrange parents and Rodolphus and they know Rodolphus is an only child, and absolutely nobody knows where this guy even came from because he just popped up one day and claimed to be Rodolphus’s younger brother (Rodolphus decides that this will not be his problem, if some random guy wants to be his younger brother so badly then why not? Rodolphus’s life is already weird enough, he’ll accept a mysterious brother into his life, welcome to the family and all). He’s got a Dark Mark and nobody remembers when he joined, not even Voldemort, who did an actual double-take when he saw Rabastan for the first time (Voldemort: I don’t think this guy is really Rodolphus’s brother since nobody ever mentioned him, but I don’t know enough about pureblood families or siblings to dispute this). Sirius sees his brother in Azkaban (for crack purposes, inmates get to socialize for like an hour), and he’s all “Reg, you know you can drop the act, right?” but Regulus is committed now and also nothing could be funnier than them arresting a guy who doesn’t even exist and not even realizing Rabastan Lestrange isn’t real. Post-war, Hermione or someone is going through the legal papers, trying to ensure nobody else got thrown in prison without a trial, and she has the really awkward time of telling everyone “So, you know the Lestrange trial a while back, the one with Bellatrix? Yeah, so it turns out I can find absolutely nothing on her brother-in-law and Rabastan Lestrange doesn’t exist. We’ve all seen the guy, so anyone know who he really is?”

@ncoincidences

😂 I love this!

I love that Rodolphus is like "yeah, more family, cool". He's not bothered by this mysterious new brother and he's not put off by his wife's illegitimate child. Is this because he craves a family? Is this because he is incapable of experiencing human emotions? Who knows!

The Ministry is so ass-backwards and incompetent they literally throw a conman into prison without realizing they're being conned. Background checks? Never heard of them.

The Quibbler publishes an expose about how Rabastan Lestrange is not who he appears to be and that actually, he is a stack of turnips that the Crumple-Horned Snorkack enchanted to act like a man and infiltrate wizard society. Regulus and Sirius read it together and Sirius calls Regulus a turnip constantly.

[hanakihan]

Felt like drafting salieri and jalter’s meeting after salieri was guided and allowed into manor, nothing fancy honestly

‘Who the hell are you!?’

Salieri didn’t even notice how he fell asleep on a sofa in a main hall - maybe that’s a result of his aged body, maybe a result of his tired mind - and he absolutely didn’t expect to be awakened so suddenly and loudly. He opened his bleary eyes to be greeted by a shaped blob in color of sand and dried wine, not tall yet not small either. And oh it still continued to yell.

‘I asked - who the hell are you!?’

It’s definitely a girl’s voice - relatively young, not yet reaching stage of aging, like a gentle chime of a hand bell. After blinking couple of times and adjusting glasses on his nose Salieri finally had a clear picture - a petite blond girl with rather angry look on her face and a frying pan in her tiny pale hands. Despite her glare, it was quite obvious she was nervous, if slightly shaking hands were any indication.

‘Old man I won’t ask third time—‘

‘O-oh, excuse me. I’m…’ He needed to give her an answer, to at least calm her down, yet nothing reasonable came to mind. ‘I’m… I was allowed here? A big lone wolf lead me to a mansion and a hospitable house fire allowed me to stay?..’

Oh great, his own explanation of events sounded pathetic and unreal. Who in their bright mind will believe this—

‘Ugh, to think that Lobo and Oglasa will guide you here.’ At least unknown lady lowered frying pan and now was tousling her wild blond hair, visibly troubled. ‘I guess you’re good to be here then. Why an old man like you will wander Wastes in the first place?’

Salieri had no idea if girl was interested in his answer at all, considering she already turned away from him and was heading out of main hall to an adjoined room which was probably a kitchen. She, however, was moving relatively slowly as if waiting for him to follow, and after straightening his cracking back and picking up his cane, Salieri got up from sofa and followed her. As he followed and passed Oglasa, temperamental flame cracked as if laughing and spit out some sparks. All Salieri could do is to give a clearly having fun flame a side eye and continue on his way, after all young lady seemed to be a rather impatient person.

‘There was never a place for me in a city. Not before, not now, since I accomplished what I wanted in my life. Maybe you can call it a small adventure.’

She clearly didn’t buy it. Not at all, if her intense stare of any indication. But it’s also not like he can openly tell her that he was cursed and really badly - tell someone and they’ll die, and then he’ll die too, eventually. There’s no point to end a life so young over some unnecessary truth.

‘… I see. Well then, we shall wait until imbécile returns and then decide if you’ll stay here with us.’ Just like that intensity in her eyes disappeared and lurking annoyance took its place. She continued her way, frying pan still clutched in her right hand as if a weapon of war, ready to be used either for cooking or for combat. ‘For now I want to eat. Old man, can you cook?’

‘I lived alone, so I can do basic dishes. Nothing fancy.’

‘Fancy or not, food is still a food, so if you cook decently enough you’re good to go.’ She’s strangely pleased with knowledge of him having at least some basic cooking skills, which is weird but he’s not going to question nature of it. ‘Then I’ll leave you to it and Oglasa, because this little fiend rarely listens to me and I don’t want more burns on my hands. All stuff for cooking is here, Oglasa is in main hall, you get it. I’ll go and prepare table. And maybe welcome this imbécile so he won’t fall asleep on a doorstep like last time.’

Salieri has no idea who’s this mysterious ‘imbécile’ little lady continues to mention - but from the sound of it he may be the owner of this manor. Which means Salieri will also need to somehow explain his presence here to said person. Wonderful, especially when Salieri himself is not good at lying.

[kill-vonkarma-again]

im thinking so much abt klapollo hmc and how funny apollo would be as a crotchety old man

[merthur73]

Dollophead/Turniphead

[thenightling]

A theory about Merv

I have a theory about Mervyn Pumpkinhead.  I’d say it’s a headcanon but it’s more a theory. 

  According to the tale of Stingy Jack (the origin of the jack-o-Lantern) we carve Jack-o-lanterns to drive away old Jack and other wandering ghosts.  The Jack-o-lantern is a protection ward against supernatural threats from entering your home. One superstition has it that if you blow out the Jack-o-lantern before midnight on Halloween you invite evil spirits to enter your home for the entire year.  It’s only safe to blow it out after midnight. Another superstition is if you let the Jack-o-lantern burn out naturally you invite good luck for the entire year and have warded your home against evil for the full year.  It is especially good luck if it manages to burn until after sunrise. In The House with a clock in its walls Pumpkin Jack-o-lanterns are used as protection wards all year long. Jack-o-lanterns, at their heart, are symbols of protection.  Now, because we see Mervyn as a Mervyn Turniphead in The Sandman story The Tempest, it’s very clear that his Jack-o-lantern head isn’t just for the aesthetic. In his Turnip form, that is an old school Irish Jack-o-lantern.  That is a pre-Halloween decoration (use for any time of year) Protection symbol against supernatural threats.

So even in present day when Mervyn has a modern Pumpkin Jack-o-lantern head, Mervyn is a walking, talking, protection ward against supernatural threats.  He’s not just the groundskeeper or janitor.  He’s a line of defense.   This does explain why Mervyn stands up to The Furies (The Kindly Ones) the way he does.

And this is also one of the many reasons I, myself, love Jack-o-lanterns.  They aren’t just symbols of Halloween. They are kind of comforting in their protective light. 

[saladscream]

Merlin’s hands are good hands.

Blessedly masculine – and Arthur can’t help but be grateful for the lack of ambiguity there.

This is not to say that they’re coarse or ugly or unappealing, but at least no one (not even Arthur) is in any danger of mistaking them for a lady’s. Short blunt fingernails, knobby knuckles, raspy callouses from lugging around the small, practical burdens of Arthur’s daily whims and needs, Merlin’s hands are strong and capable, with long, nimble fingers.

It doesn’t stop the man from being a clod.

The number of things Merlin drops in a day is preposterous. Second only to the number of times Merlin trips over his own feet. There’s an ongoing wager between the knights, but Arthur has been banned from participating in it.

But they’re still very good hands. Hands that Arthur would know and recognise anywhere. For all they’re oftentimes clumsy, there’s an odd, caring preciseness to them when they tend to an injury: many a knight knows that you’ll barely feel the kind and cautious fingers as they meticulously clean a wound, stitch a cut or wrap a bandage. Arthur doesn’t know how Merlin does it, but his touch is as light as a feather when he administers ointments yet enjoyably firm when applying rubbing oil to sore muscles.

But all medical care aside, Arthur knows that there’s something to the way these hands touch... Something uniquely Merlin. Although he has been on the receiving end of their ministrations every day for so many years, Arthur cannot even find adequate words to describe how incredibly gentle Merlin’s touch is. How soothing and… reverent. It is the oddest thing, for such an impudent man who delights in embodying the living and breathing definition of treason every chance he gets. And yet, Arthur has never felt Merlin’s hands brush, press, hold, or glide on him with anything other than unobtrusive care and devotion.

And if truth be told, it irks him to see that Merlin extends the lovingness of his touch to just about any other ailing knight. Gwaine should definitely not be looking so smug and flirtatious while Arthur’s manservant’s hands are thoughtfully spreading comfrey balm down his bare ribs.

As a matter of fact, Arthur’s entirely justified irritation must be showing, because Merlin raises his head from Gwaine’s licentious chest and levels an inquiring look at him. Arthur’s eyebrows arch into a crisp ‘do I have to do everything myself?’ expression, while his mouth wordlessly scowls a ‘whenever you’re ready, Merlin’ – but of course, the man completely fails to get Arthur’s aggrieved message.

Worse, the turniphead smiles.

And suddenly it’s an onslaught of warm eyes and dark eyelashes and curving lips and dimpling cheeks, and Arthur’s heart stutters in his chest and his breath sticks in his lungs.

And he’s forgotten what he was upset about.

Something to do with Merlin’s wandering hands, wasn’t it? They’re glistening with comfrey balm now, and Merlin knows better than to approach his prince with hands that are slippery from another man’s unguent. Unfortunately, this means the unthinking prat does something Arthur secretly dreads: he unties his neckerchief.

Arthur’s mouth begins to dry as Merlin uses the red rag to wipe the slick from the long fingers.

But the damage is done – the throat and collarbones are now on full, uninhibited display.

Merlin's eyes

Merlin's lips

[tossawary]

Ha ha ha, the voice actor for Prince Justin in "Howl's Moving Castle" is Crispin Freeman, who was also Uchiha Itachi. I love looking at extremely different roles actors have had over the years; it's consistently amusing.

[fanarchoslashivist]

Rue got so far that she forced a tiebreaker poll for the semi-finals, so I am very proud of all us fans for supporting her. She defeated a lot of beloved main characters to get here. She tied with Mable Pines in her final match.

I know theres still like 3 hours left, but my heart breaks for poor Rue...

The results are in and it seems Rue couldn't escape her fate !

I feel you because The Hunger Games was the last media still in the competition I knew quite well (I loved the 2 first books and discussed them extensively with a friend but I wasn't really in the fandom in the aftermath)

However I didn't think Rue would get this far and if I remember well, the semifinal matches we're getting are the ones I predicted at the very start when I did seed the bracket so I'm quite happy about that since it means my seeding was rather coherent. Congrats to our 4 semifinalists !

Anyway, I'm putting the polls up tomorrow and hope you'll enjoy them !

[nukerii]

I want to post more

It'll mostly be my Minecraft builds or the wonderful fanart that I see getting done of me every so often.

Anyway here's Turniphead from my Hardcore world :)

[merlingenrecs]

The holiday season is upon us, and Camelot is celebrating, too! If you want to get into a festive mood, you can find some reading material here.

Today’s gen fic rec theme: Christmas, Yuletide & Solstice

↓ Find the list of fanfic recs under the cut! ↓

⚬ Some Things Are Meant to Be by 1917farmgirl, 11k, rated G <https://archiveofourown.org/works/13183989> summary: For Merlin, having the world fall apart around him was nothing new, but having someone there to help him pick up the pieces afterwards unfortunately was. Until it happened twice, with two very special people who appeared in his life when he most needed saving. Modern AU, friendship fic. Sort of Christmas story.

⚬ A Gift Well Received by Gingeraffealene, 2k, rated K+ <https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13458637/1/A-Gift-Well-Received> summary: Merlin hasn't seemed to really appreciate any of the gifts Arthur's given him in the past. Guinevere suggests Arthur try doing something Merlin really would appreciate, no matter how much it pains Arthur. Happy Yule! Have a Hug!

⚬ Overlooked by sarajm, 50k, rated K+ <https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11087241/1/> summary: Arthur is well on the way to becoming the type of leader Merlin had always hoped he'd be - one who cares for all of his people. But even so, preparations for Yule festivities along with some unforeseen circumstances result in Merlin taking on too much work. Unfortunately nobody notices until it's almost too late.

⚬ To Drive the Cold Winter Away by VikingSong, 1.5k, rated G <https://archiveofourown.org/works/52608178> summary: A fluffy Yuletide slice-of-life from the dawn of Camelot's Golden Age. A cold snap has enveloped Camelot, but heartwarming friendship and a dash of magic are the perfect combination to drive the cold winter away.

⚬ Winter Solstice Celebrations And A Lesson in Appreciation by Glon_Morski, 13k, rated T <https://archiveofourown.org/works/29471682> summary: “He doesn’t appreciate you,” he said one evening to Emrys after the king had left. The warlock blinked at the statement, wide-eyed as if he didn’t understand what he’d been told. The boy huffed. “Everything you do for him, all the times you saved him and his kingdom, all the guidance and he doesn’t appreciate you at all!” “He does,” Merlin defended with a shake of his head. “Well, he has a weird way of showing it,” the boy grumbled with a pout. “It’s like he thinks you’re always going to be there, that he can do anything because you’ll never leave.” “That’s because I won’t. And he knows me enough to know as much,” was the warlock’s reply. “That doesn’t mean he should take you for granted.” Or: In which a druid boy takes matters into his own hands to ensure Arthur learns to appreciate a certain manservant.

⚬ The Secret Handshake by Skydragon05, 2k, rated G <https://archiveofourown.org/works/43350633> summary: It's the yuletide celebration, and this year guests are attending from all over the kingdom. There's one thing unusual though. Several of the guests are not only shaking hands with the King upon arrival, but with Merlin too... and they're shaking his hand backwards. Merlin can't fathom why, so Morgana goes off to seek answers.

⚬ Advent Calender 2023 by s0mmerspr0ssen, 44k, rated G-T <https://archiveofourown.org/series/4478905> summary: This series contains all stories that belong to the Merlin gen fic advent calendar 2023 as well as a few revised stories that were created that year. Enjoy!

⚬ Elf-Boy and Turniphead Save Christmas by Pelydryn, 46k, rated T <https://archiveofourown.org/works/8845624> summary: Three weeks before Merlin's eleventh Christmas, he is introduced to the thirteen-year old Arthur Pendragon, Prince of Camelot and eventual heir to the throne of all Albion. As far as early Christmas presents go, it is a tremendous disappointment. When Merlin's mum is hired as royal governess by a magic-hating king, Merlin is not happy. Sharing Christmas with a turniphead of a prince does nothing to help his holiday spirit. And he had been so good this year…

⚬ Yuletide by daylighthour, 2.5k, rated G <https://archiveofourown.org/works/17108132> summary: It is the annual Yule feast, Arthur is sick, Merlin is attentive, and both are surprised at how much they care about each other.

⚬ One of Us Is Lying by sinivalkoista, 1k, rated G <https://archiveofourown.org/works/43523355> summary: Someone has a horrid sweet tooth and keeps stealing sweets from the kitchens for weeks leading up to the Yule Feast. Arthur decides to rope Merlin into helping him investigate.

⚬  The Christmas Promise by Uniasus, 1k, rated T <https://archiveofourown.org/works/8905864> summary: Scolding a dragon, even one you hatched, never worked well. Especially if you left her alone for a hundred years to be a tree. She turns a might clingy.

[watchriverdale]

sorry for having bbc merlín on my brain anyway arthur and merlin would never ever call each other by nice pet names i know this in my heart. they are exclusively calling each other idiots and turnipheads and the stupid person to ever walk the earth. but i’ve come around to the idea that they WOULD use pet names as insults when they were around other people and because they are both supremely stupid they would both believe wholeheartedly that no one else knew what they were doing. arthur and merlin are having an argument and arthur in the bitchiest tone imaginable is like ISNT THAT RIGHT, DEAREST? and merlin says yes well maybe if you’re stupid. and all of the knights that are unfortunately bearing witness to this are like jesus fucking christ not another domestic. can we get back to going to war now.

[riannon07]

Jülyet-Reyyan 💘 - Experimenting with Reshade ✨

This amazing Reshade is from: https://www.patreon.com/posts/turniphead-ts2-41438924

This amazing Lot by: @riekus13