I wonder what your basis for comparison is.

Jareth, King of the Goblins. Ruler of the Labyrinth, heir to the High throne to the Underground. *Indie RP account I track dontdefyme

[dont-defy-me]

JARETH CAN NOW BE FOUND [HERE]

This is a test for him, on a multimuse blog. I am hoping to be able to keep up with him better there. 

[dont-defy-me]

JARETH CAN NOW BE FOUND [HERE]

This is a test for him, on a multimuse blog. I am hoping to be able to keep up with him better there. 

[dont-defy-me]

JARETH CAN NOW BE FOUND [HERE]

This is a test for him, on a multimuse blog. I am hoping to be able to keep up with him better there. 

[thecutestmonkeygirl]

You gotta be kiddin’ me || closed

[dont-defy-me]

thecutestmonkeygirl:

Sasuga was doing her best to keep a straight face as the group went back and forth among themselves before finally moving on without ever even coming inside. She watched as a few more people left in confusion before the manager came and removed the sign. Sasuga darted her big sapphire eyes to the side, not wanting to look him in the face for fear he could easily read her expression. With her prank ended, the monkey left in search of some more fun to be had, though she faltered as something caught her attention. Cautiously, the demon glanced over her shoulder and spotted a young looking man watching her. Blonde hair was always her favorite, but she didn’t turn on the charm just yet. He …didn’t smell right and all her alarm bells were going off. He didn’t smell like this world, but he didn’t exactly smell like her own either. her expression was something torn between concern and interest as she kept him in her sights before finally flashing an overly bright and all too charming smile. Sashaying her way over to the taller figure, Sasuga placed some of her bags down to rest against her legs, before holding out her tiny hand. “Heya. Ya caught me didn’t ya? What gave me away?” she questioned, keeping her tone light and casual as she tried to gain some information about this individual. “The name’s Sasuga Kotei, professional fighter, model and former pop star aaannnd I guess casual prankster at your service.” A light bow of her head was given before she flashed him a little wink and a renewed smile.

Mostly, he'd been doing his best to keep out of sight from his place in the alley, watching the mortals be utterly confused with a simple sign. It was interesting to see just how easily they took in things, and believed them without question. Jareth had to wonder what they believed about his world, then. What had been said about fae folk and magic. But that was hardly a question to ask anyone.

Ah, the sign had been taken down. Pity. He'd been entertained watching the result of it... and now, he supposed it was time to find something else to do, or go back home. Not ready to return just yet, he looked around at his surroundings, unfamiliar with them, but hopeful in finding a spark of inspiration somewhere.

That was, until the one that had written the sign was standing in front of him. Jareth's eyes focused on her -- confused. She was not human. She smelled different from them; not of iron and mortality... but something else. A tint of familiarity that he couldn't quite place. Still, she was offering him a smile, and a hand. Eyes focused on the hand for a moment, uncertain what she meant by the gesture. Doing the only thing that he knew, he took a gentle hold of it within his own, bringing her knuckles to his lips, bowing slightly. Her titles were rather impressive, but he knew that he couldn't give his away, lest she know that he did not belong. "My name is Jareth." He said, straightening back up, offering her his own smile, " Is this a normal place for you to prank?"

[i-always-forget-that-line]

The Wish

[dont-defy-me]

i-always-forget-that-line:

She watched as the king made himself comfortable sitting on the floor and went to retreive Lancelot, the bear her uncle had given to her that her mother had once given him, and moved to sit on him as he spoke. It was nothing to do with flirting or any other such thing. Morgan was simply a child and to her personal boundaries did not mean a great deal, not yet.

There was the tustling of her brown curls as she shook her head. “Oh…” She snuggled her bear a little. “Well… maybe she did wanna, but was being a big girl.” She peered up at Jareth with her big blue eyes “… Like when I want to stay home and play all day but go to school cause it is what big kids do.” She nodded sagely. In honestly, there was no telling if Morgan was right or wrong, she was a kid, so could only see things in that way children and the very senile did.

“So… since you gave her the book does that mean you love her? ” Not loved. Love. Again, she was a child. The idea of things like love just going away were not something she understood. After all, her mother had told her a number of times she will always love her, and always is a very long time.

There was only a soft moment of shock as the child had climbed into his lap. She wasn't the first to have done so, he was merely surprised that she had trusted him so easily to do so, after only a few questions. Still, he shifted enough to allow the pair of them to sit more comfortably enough the way that she had chosen, his hands now bracing his weight behind him, leaning back slightly, to better look at the young girl as she spoke.

And spoke wisely, for one so small.

Though, he supposed, it would have been wishful thinking to agree with her at this point. As much as he would have liked to say that it was for the fact she wanted to say, and she was only trying to be a "big girl" as she put it... the look in Sarah's eyes as she spoke those final fateful words to him, was one that he would never forget. So determined... so cruel. Nothing like the eyes that peered up at him now. The hopefulness that seemed to ring clear within them.

Jareth took a long pause, in the wake of her next question. Swallowing, he knew that honesty was required of him, but he didn't want to give the young girl false hope in something that he wasn't particularly certain would be able to work out in the way that she might be hoping.

"I gave her the book many years ago." He reasoned slowly, questions of his own that hadn't been answered that might allow him to shift from the current topic, "Is that why you asked me to come here? Simply because your Uncle had said that she was the girl in the book, and I was in it as well?"

[dont-defy-me]

Hello m’lovely little goblins! Once again I come to apologize for my apparent absence. It's been a rough month with my job, and I'm frankly very exhausted. After the next week, however, I am very hopeful that things will lighten up because I will be changing stores and position. I'm working on gathering up and drafting everything I owe, and hope to have replies for you all shortly. My deepest apologies to keep you waiting. Thanks for sticking around! You're all wonderful. Please make sure to drink some water, and take care of yourselves.

[dont-defy-me]

Hello m’lovely little goblins! I definitely forgot to mention that I would be on vacation this week. I have my laptop and wifi in the hotel and all... but we've got super cool exciting all-day things to do at castles with princesses and magic spells and maybe even a prince in disguise. SO. I may or may not actually be able to get any writing after we're back in the hotel and everyone is trying not to pass out at the end of the day.

I will try, but no promises. You're all wonderful! Remember to drink some water, and keep on keeping on. 

[alegriavida]

I want a tragic Labyrinth sequel with the plot of Eurydice, but in this story Sarah has the role of Orpheus, and Jareth is Eurydice. I want a distraught Sarah to find her way to the land of the dead, not content to mourn and simply let her love die.

But Sarah’s not a singer. She’s a story-teller, and her stories are what help her save the king of the goblins. The guardian of the entrance to the underworld, Cerberus, is so enchanted by her words that he lets her pass. And when she meets the gods of the land, Hades and Persephone, she tells them her story; the story of a girl who had fought her way to the castle beyond the Goblin city to save her brother. It’s the story of a girl who will never stop searching until she finds and saves the people she loves, and it charms Hades and Persephone.

They agree to let Jareth return with her. After all, they’ll both be back eventually. But there’s a catch; Jareth must stay behind her, and she can never look back to look at him. They’re so happy when they set off, absolutely sure that nothing can ever part them for good.

But then…Sarah, in her rapture at having left the darkness of the underworld, turns to smile at her love, only to see that he’s still just a short step away from the light. Their eyes meet in that brief moment when they both realize what’s happening before Jareth is ripped from her sight, back into the land of the dead forever.

[theworldoflabyrinth]

Well, that’s depressing. 

[i-always-forget-that-line]

The Wish

[dont-defy-me]

i-always-forget-that-line:

A few brown curls spilled in the child’s face as she rocked back on her heels and watched Jareth look over the book. When he held the book out to her the girl practically beamed. “I knew it!” Her voice nearly squeaked with the excitement with the excitement of it all. The girl sort of hopped as she went the book back with an added energy, and then sort of bounded back over to him. “I have a question though…” The girl knit her brows together as she seemed to think of something. “If mommy is the girl in the book… How come she had it before you met her? Did you give it to her? And if you did …How come, if it told her how to leave? Did you want her to go home?” So, so-called many questions dulled the girls mind and she was likely to keep asking them until her curiosity was satisfied or until he stopped her.

The questions that now tumbled from the young girl's lips weren't particularly something that he was certain he should be the one answering them. But he couldn't lie - not just by traditional standards of his people, but because she was so genuine about knowing the answers. Not many actually bothered to stop and listen to his side of any story. Shifting slightly, Jareth gave up the normal regal posture in favor of sitting on the floor across from her. Something about children always allowed Jareth to let go of the title for a while and simply be.

"There was once a time, when your mother was younger, that she was unhappy and I thought that the book would give her comfort... give her happiness." He paused, trying to be delicate about the situation. He wasn't sure how much she understood that her mother had wished her brother away. Away, away. Not just to a park or a few hours away from her sight... but to be gone forever. "Ah..." How to put this? "I offered for her to stay... but she didn't want to."

[dont-defy-me]

lxvingdeadgxrl:

   Hers were no better. Yes, she was technically an employee, someone who worked under the Goblin King, but she found she rather enjoyed the underground. Magic was commonplace there, the creatures strange and wonderful, the history rich…Even if she didn’t have feelings for Jareth, which she certainly did, she would have a hard time giving the place up. She considered it to be her home, and the Goblins, not to mention the other creatures of the Underground, to be her friends. To be sent away and to severe ties with all those she met…it was something that she couldn’t bear to do.

   As for the offer of what he could possibly give her to make things right, that was just insulting. Like it was a situation where gifts and boons could make it all blow over. She’d never wanted anything from Jareth, not a single thing. She didn’t want a wish, or riches, nor magic or a title….All she’d ever wanted, was for him to be happy. Perhaps share her feelings, but that was something she dare not speak of. 

   He could not have known of her fears and the painful memories that lurked in the dark…Wynter rarely spoke of them, and certainly did not hold him accountable for it. The oubliette was cruel, but she had earned her stay with her words. She was a big girl, she could accept the punishment, though it came with repercussions that she could have never imagined. 

   As he ushered her back to her seat, Wynter tried to concentrate on holding back her tears, on getting a handle on her pounding heart and her breathing. She took a seat once more, smoothing out her skirt with shaking hands. The silence between them was deafening, and if it were possible, even more uncomfortable than it was previously.

   Wynter stared at her hands, fingers nervously twisting in the fabric of her nightgown. She wanted to say something, anything, but the woman knew she’d be unable to do so, without her voice shaking and cracking. Even then, she didn’t know what she would say…his offer, though kind and likely never offered to those who found himself in his service, was one she simply couldn’t take. But perhaps….perhaps it’d be for the best if she did. Perhaps she should abandon her feelings, give in to the fact that they would never be shared, that he was too far gone, and while it killed her to think that, it seemed more and more plausible with each passing day.

   Thankfully, though, it was Jareth who broke the silence first. However, she couldn’t say that she had ever expected to hear those words fall from his lips. 

     “I believe I am the one that should be asking for forgiveness.”

   Jareth didn’t apologize…never, not even once since she’d been in that castle, serving under his majesty, had she ever heard him apologize to anyone, but here he was, extending the sentiment to her, and it floored her. The words in and of themselves were lovely, to be sure, but there was more weight to them, knowing what she did about him. He never apologized, but he was offering her, a human servant in his castle, said apology…It meant the world.

   The young woman’s expression softened, the tears in her eyes starting to well once more. She sniffled a bit, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her robe. “I-It’s fine, your m-majesty.” she murmured, her voice soft, but no less sincere. “I….I-I forgave you quite some time a-ago.” Wynter confessed.

Upon learning that Wynter had already forgiven him, Jareth's brows knitted together delicately. If she had truly forgiven him, then why were they at such an impasse still? It was complicated, much moreso than he was willing to admit to. When had things between them become like this? That it was much more than just the requests of a king to a servant for a certain task to be completed. Somewhere along the conversations, the banter, the time that she had spent within the halls of the castle.... everything had begun to blur.

And he knew how she felt. There had been a part of him that had wanted to shut it all out -- because he knew what that kind of vulnerability felt like, and he'd be damned if it would cause that kind of destruction to him or his kingdom ever again. She was a mortal woman. He knew the consequences therein -- but even after all of that he knew that it would be a folly to even remotely try to convince her or himself that there was no attraction. His people were not known for love. Devotion, loyalty, admiration, and care, certainly. But love? Their marriages were based on alliances more often than not, and they often said that love was just a burning emotion and that was why mortals died so much sooner than any fae. Because they simply burned themselves up faster. Maybe that was true. Maybe it wasn't. Because Jareth knew love. The kind of crushing, desperate act of needing someone to simply be there. And he knew just what it could do to someone, too.

"If that is the case," Jareth started, simply trying to understand, pulling himself back into the conversation at hand, "Then explain to me this..." Gesturing between the pair of them. If it was not because he had admittedly overreacted -- or even dismissed her affections the way that he had... then what was it? Why was it so hard for her to look at him fully again, if she had forgiven him?

[dont-defy-me]

when-i-grcw-up:

She observed the necklace for a moment before carefully putting it on. “Thank you.” she said softly, her voice betraying awe and gratitude. “You are…very kind, and not mischievously so…” she continued, glancing up at him. Matilda, in all her knowledge of fae legends, grew to be wary of them…almost to them point of a curious prejudice. She knew they could be dangerous, even the ones who didn’t mean any real harm. “Does it protect against anything other then the fae?” she asked, thinking of her parents, though they could be of no harm to her now. 

“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about the modern fae people? All the information I have is hundreds of years old and very, well…it was written by very scared and wary people, and I don’t think it’s entirely true, but it’s all I’ve had so far, and you would be a primary source.”

He had to suppress a coy sort of smile when the young girl had said he was kind. So much so that he had chosen to ignore the fact that she had indebted herself to him with her thanks. So often stories had been spun about him - The Goblin King - that were far from the truth. That he would steal children and turn them into goblins. Or eat them. Or who only knew what else had been woven into the crude bedtime stories of parents and siblings trying to scare little ones into behaving. Kind was rarely a word that had ever been used to describe him.

"Just fae." he clarified, when she spoke of the necklace. Even in the small amount of time speaking with her, she had earned favor with the king. He wanted to ensure that she didn't fall victim to someone much more vicious than stories of him could ever be. It was her question, however that had caught him off guard. Admittedly, his kind did not generally hold interviews with mortals. There was once a time when relationships were easier made and fresh milk or honey was left out as an offering -- but modern life was ever-changing with the bridge of mortal and fae. Considering her plight for a moment, Jareth finally nodded slightly. There were some things that simply could not be shared, and truly she would understand that kind of sanctity of his people. A few questions could be nothing but to quell the curiosity of a harmless believer.

"I will answer what I can for you." He told her, gesturing lightly, allowing her to gather her thoughts and questions for a moment before proceeding.

[dont-defy-me]

the-dragon-blood:

The half-dragon prince gave a wicked smile as glanced back at his friend. “I am but a lowly prince in the kingdom of the Goblin King. If I invite myself to his chambers, far be it for me to complain if he wants to tuck me in…Though I would rather like it were you come.”

There was as always a wickedness about Talyn’s words that was as deliberate as the very feline way he moved when he attempted to simply walk away.

It was Jareth's turn now, for a wicked grin to creep within the corners of his lips. Ah, it was always the way with them, wasn't it? The lovely little play of words that could so easily lead to something more... and had too, certainly.

"Oh, I would make certain to have you well satisfied. Especially within my own chambers - I would consider myself a terrible host otherwise."  The Fair-haired kind easily caught up to his friend, though not before a moment to admire the certain sway of hips before him.

[thecutestmonkeygirl]

You gotta be kiddin’ me || closed

[dont-defy-me]

thecutestmonkeygirl:

@dont-defy-me Sasuga had been bustling around all day between clothing stores and little arcades. Her arms were packed full of bags and her free hand held a small pink smoothie. She was happy, eager and full of life’s energy. Something else she was full of was mischief. How long had it been since she played a really good prank? It had been so long that the monkey couldn’t really even remember. There had been her temple pranks, but she hadn’t even gone back to visit there in months. The demon breathed out a little annoyed sigh at herself. How could she just go on about her life and just drop all her glorious pranks? Puffing her cheeks out in a bit of a huff she decided to make the best of what remained of her day. Surely she could find somebody who needed a good prank played on them. Somebody who looked far too stuffy or grumpy for their, or anybody elses, own good. Traveling around the small city, it didn’t take her long to spy a group. She paused and ducked into an alley. She pulled out a marker and ripped the cardboard off of one of the packages she had bought. Carefully she wrote, ‘Please use other door” before using her unnatural speed to rush ahead of the group. Sasuga knew these types, and knew where they were headed. Heading over to the sushi bar down the road, she carefully stuck the sign in the window of the only door and moved to sit just inside to watch the confusion.

Aboveworld was nothing like the Underground. Buildings choked the air, and all of it was twinged with iron. Jareth could feel it each and every time he breathed in - and it burned his lungs in an uncomfortable sort of way. But the young prince was a stubborn sort, and if he was going to get in trouble for leaving the High Castle, he might as well make the punishment to come later on, worth it. Which meant, right now, that Jareth was slipping into an alley for a moment, focusing hard to perfect his glamor to blend in. Practicing it in the castle had been easy, now, here, in this world -- it was different. Magic was odd here. Tainted somehow, and the iron didn't make it any better. The prince did his best, however, only doing subtle things that he thought he could hold during his visit.

Now, it was simply time to see what he could get up to.

Stepping out from the shadow, he caught sight of movement of someone and he watched curiously as they seemed to have the aura around them. One that frequented himself as well. She had the look of someone stirring up a bit of fun. Automatically a grin coiled against his lips as he watched on, seeing her move to hang up a sign - the scribble too far away for him to read - but obviously meant to confuse the ones now approaching it, and looking around and talking among one another.

Covering his mouth, Jareth laughed as one of the people threw up their hands in exasperation - gesturing to the sign that had been hung, and then to the surrounding building. His focus shifted to the one that had plotted this all - perhaps she'd make a good ally. Good pranks were always something that he appreciated, especially when he got to try them out on the unsuspecting scullery maids within the High Castle.

[mckaytriarchy-1]

“Bogged Down in the Goblin Kingdom”

[starter for @dont-defy-me , recycled from my first two posts from a dead thread. Marvel Comics: Earth 616 and Labyrinth crossover. Lots of allusions to past RP with @the-accursed, who is… probably like Tess’ own baby-eating Jareth. Everything was done with permission and discussed with the muns beforehand!]

     Years earlier, Sarah Williams had left the Goblin King’s realm a bit older, a bit wiser, and bearing treasures far more valuable than any king could offer: a baby boy in a striped jumpsuit and a growing understanding of her own power. All of fifteen at the time, the girl who believed in stories left a permanent mark upon the kingdom and its people. She’d won, after all, and in a sense, turned her back on Jareth himself. No one brushed him aside lightly: not young girls, not leather-faced caretakers, and certainly not his own subjects. That glittering realm–bewitching and horrifying in turn–remembered. 

     In contrast, Tess McKay would be remembered for the way she’d literally come falling out of nowhere, brown arms and legs windmilling in the air and coarse red hair streaming behind her like a banner in the seconds before she plunged into the Bog of Eternal Stench. (There was a story behind her own arrival, but then, there was always a story that came ‘before’.) She disappeared beneath the surface with an indignified flrrrrrrrppppt!, stunned by the impact and the sheer, unimaginable reek of the bubbling mud sucking her down.

     (Normally, there would be a fine, noble knight guarding the nearby bridge. Unfortunately, he was away for his sister’s wedding at the time, and–well. Suffice to say, the hero left to stand in his place over the next few days had already proven less than heroic; the bridge was unguarded, and no one was going to help Tess from the bog but Tess herself.)

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[dont-defy-me]

Nothing within the Labyrinth happened without Jareth knowing about it. Each life within it, each subtle change the maze made throughout the day - it was all connected. And much like the castle, Jareth was at the center of it all. Of course, that was only one kingdom. The entirety of the Underground was vast and diverse in it's creatures and means of magic. It was with the aid of the Dragons that Jareth had been able to rebuild the Goblin Kingdom to any substantial means after the wake of Sarah Williams. Costing him a great deal of debit to them, it was understandable that he had become something more cruel and unyielding as he had been before. Much more the Goblin King persona of the tales, than Jareth himself.

Debits repaid and Jareth growing more tired of his title than ever. Goblins were not terrible creatures, but their antics would be cause for anyone to feel worn down over time. Days turned to weeks, fading swiftly into months... all too soon, years had passed. No longer were there frequented calls upon the Goblin King to take away an Unwanted. More often than not, generations would rather immerse themselves in busy lives of growing technology than believe in magic, goblins, or their king. A sort of quiet loneliness had blanketed the Kingdom in that affirmation. Sarah had grown, long forgetting about her time in the Underground -- and still, it remained.

Rarely were there visitors, either. Neighboring kingdoms would host meetings, of course, and there were always arrangements to be made or treaties to be drawn. It simply was the way of things -- but visitors? No, that was rare. Unheard of, really. So when Jareth had felt the insistent tug against his mind, his curiosity had been piqued.

Someone was within the walls of the Labyrinth.

How they got there remained to be seen. All that he knew at that moment, was they hadn't entered from the maze's gate. That alone was enough to cause any kind of concern for the King. Whoever this was, they were either extremely powerful, or extremely dangerous. Action must be taken immediately. Conjuring a crystal, Jareth's brow knitted together as he watched a young woman in desperate attempts to pull herself from the Bog. Barking out an order for the goblins to for a small guard to go and retrieve her -- he waved away the crystal once more.

As the minutes passed, Jareth's concern grew. It never took the goblins long to retrieve anyone and get them to the castle. Mis-matched eyes glanced towards the clock - too long. Much too long. With a deep sigh, he cursed his own trust in his subjects to be able to handle the situation. It must be dealt with personally. Whatever this young woman wanted, however she had gotten herself in the middle of the Bog -- it would all be settled. Now.

Of course, as he had transformed, taking fly out of the nearest window -- he hadn't expected for the woman to have shed her skin. Literally. A low swoop of the owl's flight allowed the king to see just what kind of creature now treading in her place. Never had he seen anything like her, not in all his years of reigning. What was she doing here? Had she eaten the guard he had called?

Landing quickly on a nearby boulder, Jareth's feathers molted - allowing the King to regain his true form. Eyes scanning down for the most likely path of this creature, he too, headed in that direction wanting to intercept it's destructive path.

[goodreadss]

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

Sylvia Plath (via goodreadss)

[einfrost]

A fanart commission of the movie “Labyrinth”, WIP and finished version. I miss painting my own OC and stories TvT …

[dont-defy-me]

Love is Strange ||  Wyn & Jareth

@lxvingdeadgxrl

This is a story about two kingdoms, side by side, but worlds apart. All along the boarder magical fruit grew. Peaches blossomed between light and shadow. They are used to make love potion. Because after all, everybody deserves to be loved. Through the whispers and rumors spread within the kingdom in light, that which was in shadow was a dark and foreboding place. Partially, it was true. The Underground, as it had been dubbed because of it's spindling maze spanning underneath the hillside and surrounding a goblin city. At the center of it all was the castle of the king. King of the Goblins. King of the Bog. King of the Underground. Whatever his title - the tales of his cruelty were all known in hushed whispers. Though his subjects were loyal, the darkness that surrounded his land and name were all that was needed for the reputation to spread like a disease. Soon, there were stories about him that painted him in such a way that was far from the truth -- but it had kept unwanted company far from the Underground. It made it easy for the goblins to be sent out to collect the peaches that had grown along the boarder to destroy them.

A ban within the Underground - Jareth, the king, hating the very idea of love, wanted nothing to do with it, or the potion that could be made with the fruit. So much so that he went out of his way to eradicate the pesky plants and hold prisoner the one fairy that knew how to make the potion. Whatever it took to drown out sour memories - whatever measures, he didn't care. So long as love was not at all involved.

It was that very afternoon that two goblins had been sent out along the boarder, just along the entrance of the Labyrinth, to scout out for new peach blossoms to cut down. It was tedious work, certainly, but the goblins didn't mind. It was better to comb the land now, than to carry the ripened fruit throughout the maze. Particularly when there was a tricky little imp that liked to try and take the fruit from them. A game, certainly, to carry off the enchanted fruit and try to find the illusive prisoner within the castle walls.