Welcome to my Labyrinth

Guidelines || Ask || Submit Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet. || Indie Jareth RP from Jim Henson's Labyrinth || 18+ || possible NSFW 

[missadler1897]

[ghostyvamp]

David Bowie circa 1987

[wandofwillow-deactivated2021011]

@goblin-king-jareth

[bergamot-ink-deactivated2017031]

[missgingerlee]

The context of this doesn’t really matter to me. It’s just weird and cool and oddly soothing for some reason?

[we-are-trickster]

What is a Trickster?

Many people throw the word “trickster” around like candy, never really understanding the full implications of the word. Some think that anyone who uses pranks and witty rapport to accent their magical or combat skills deserves the label of “Trickster,” but the truth is that there’s more to it than that. What follows are the criteria that your resident adventurer here at We-Are-Trickster uses to separate a true Trickster from your average mischief-maker. 1. The Trickster is an Other

Tricksters, for whatever reason, are always a societal other. They are an outside viewpoint that looks inwards, which gives them a unique perspective and allows them to make more poignant commentary on the society they have been “adopted” into.

2. The Trickster is a Teacher

Trickster pranks are rarely played without reason. All of the best Tricksters teach some sort of lesson; sometimes the lesson is overt, sometimes the lesson is subtle. But very rarely do Tricksters have no motive or act completely randomly. There’s a method in the madness.

3. The Trickster is a Border-Crosser

Tricksters, thanks to their outsider status, have the unique ability to cross borders both mundane and magical. These borders can include things like race and class as well as planar or country-borders. Sometimes they are the only being that can cross these borders, making them unique and powerful go-betweens.

4. The Trickster Reshapes the World

One way or another, in one aspect or another, the Trickster affects some form of change on the world, literally to the point they must be acknowledged as the catalyst or designer for the change.

Hermes re-orders the Gods of Olympus through song.

Loki causes the world to die and then be reborn anew.

Raven steals the sun for humanity.

In some cases, life itself is impossible if it were not for the Trickster. The term is a badge of honor and should be treated as such. Our methods may seem odd, but without us the world is a darker, more dreary place.  

[hel-inherbones]

@onsilentwings

[leselfov]

The Hollow Crown TV series - princess/queen Katherine

[moonskek-deactivated20251028]

by Jukka Alasaari

[ladyofthewoodlands-blog]

In dreams…

[corvuscoronefashionphotography]

Herne Model: @megashuckle Photo: @hart-heart Antlers: Hysteria Machine Cardigan: Wolfsbane by Corvus Corone Fashion

[pukumanchu]

Russula Virescens & Russula Emetica A project for illustration class where I personalize fungi

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[generousuntilnow-blog]

@eternally-persephone

The garden was illuminated by small lights that floated above everything, giving it an ethereal glow. Jareth entered through a large archway covered in ivy and watched the fae that had already arrived and begun the festivities. 

He didn’t always enjoy balls and social functions, but Beltane was an exception. It was a night for wild magic and joy and–of particular importance to many fae–fertility. This celebration wasn’t like the formal balls that required the King of the Goblins to be on his best behavior, despite his mischievous nature. 

He closed his eyes and breathed in the smells of newly-blooming flowers and fresh fruits that filled the tables to the sides of the gathering area. A smile came to his lips, and he tilted his head to the side, suddenly feeling very mischievous indeed. 

[eternally-persephone]

Persephone couldn’t believe it! Somehow she had managed to convince her mother to allow her to come to her very first Beltane celebration. The Queen of the Seelie Court had always held a tight grasp over her daughter, from where she went to who she saw, and very rarely had Persephone been granted this sort of freedom. And now she was absolutely thrilled with the possibilities! There were so many types of Fae she had never seen before with the mingling of the Seelie and Unseelie courts. Very few times could they come together like this without dissention – but fertility was such an important cause, and one the Fae thrived upon – that differences could be set aside.

Queen Demeter took great pains to keep Persephone by her side throughout the night, but Persephone wanted the chance to explore without her mother’s strict guiding hand and even more strict rules of conversation. Though the princess was young, she knew to keep her wits about her and did not need to be baby sat like a young girl. And all it took was a single, in depth conversation with a noted courtier for Demeter’s attention to waiver long enough for Persephone to slip away. Ducking through the rose and ivy filled trellises, Persephone moved through the throngs of Faerie creatures old and young, some beautiful and some distinctly grotesque, as she gazed through the every one of their faces. Each one was strange and new and absolutely fascinating to her.

After a few moments, she came to a small area beside the main gathering spot and she couldn’t help but feel the rich scent of the newly fertile soil calling to her. Excitement coursed through her veins, igniting the power within her, and she knelt down on the small patch of earth. The special gown she wore – as red and soft as the petals of the May roses – spread about her as she reached her hand down to run her fingers through the soil. Her eyes slowly slid closed and she lifted her chin as power moved through her arm and into the ground, causing new flowers to peek through the soil and open their new blossoms. The sweet scent filled the air, and were then accompanied by the scent of fruit blossoms that opened when her power reached the roots of nearby trees. A soft, triumphant smile touched the young princess’s face as the blossoms slowly began to fall from the trees above and fell around her body.

[generousuntilnow-blog]

Jareth entered the thick of the gathering, drifting past elf and dwarf alike with no real destination in mind. Most of those who knew who he was avoided his gaze, choosing to pretend they hadn’t seen him. A manipulator of dreams is always respected but always feared as well; after all, a dream can easily be changed to a nightmare. 

Those who knew him better than the others gave him inviting smirks, and he answered them with a nod of acknowledgement and a sly grin of his own before moving on. Before long, he had walked the length of the garden and found himself at a small uninhabited area at the edge of the festivities with a darkened path that led between two rows of hedges. It reminded him of the Labyrinth, and he had a brief notion to take the path, though he knew it wasn’t intended to be part of the gathering space. 

Before he had made up his mind to follow it, he caught the movement of the girl at the corner of his eye. He didn’t recognize the alluring creature, but he watched, intrigued, as she lowered herself to the ground and offered her magic to the surrounding plants. The scent of spring grew even deeper as flowers sprang up under her fingers and colorful buds fell like snow around both of them. He couldn’t help himself; while making a noise as though clearing his throat, he stepped closer to her. 

“The blossoms should feel honored to be given such a gift.”  

[generousuntilnow-blog]

// I am so sorry for being flakey. I’m working on a couple of replies right now. 

[julieschulerart]

Conjuring Songbirds. By Julie Kwiatkowski Schuler.

[diffrentstrokesagain]

Enchanted Forest, Dartmoor, Devon, England

[shemakesme-lanadelgay]

Mood: gazebo across the pong from an eerie tree on a foggy day

[alegriavida]

Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: Come buy our orchard fruits, Come BUY, come BUY

[ethanmaldridge]

Today on ESTRANGED, we enter the World Below. Read the whole story so far at @estrangedstory

[nurtalert]

Some silly Jareth sketches. Goblin King of my heart.