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New blog! This account is officially archived

[labyrinthchampicn-archived]

((Hey, y’all, if you haven’t noticed this blog is about to be archived. I’ll make a post redirecting to the new blog once it’s up and running, until then I’m basically on hiatus. I still pop in and out while setting up the new blog, so I’ll see your messages still.))

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labyrinthmonarch​:

       𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝕷𝖆𝖇𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖍 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖉𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊. A feather was left on her pastures as a token of defeat and acknowledgement of being equals. There was little to no animosity between them as powerful beings with equal amounts of power and pride, and the feather was a token of his admission to his defeat. It was odd, truly, to watch the mighty Sarah Williams just continue through her life as if she had not bested him at his own game with all of her admirable qualities; bravery,kindness, wit and pride. She attended her mandatory classes and as Jareth’s owl wings soared through the sky, it had been fascinating to him how much the mortal plane had changed in the years of his absence. 

         𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖜𝖑 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖗. It was truly out of no malevolent intent, but purely out of the curiosity of wanting to know about the world he had mostly abandoned. A world of high ceilings of concrete and glass windows and yet every time he tried swooping in, an inexplicable pain shot through his body, taking him out of course more than usual and forcing the king to retire to a nearby tree. Iron and salt was everywhere she went. Had she really been this scared of him? His villainous heart should have been content at the terror he had incited within her and yet the victory rang hollow. And then the king of the goblins had fallen in love with the girl. He was bound by the narrative she had set for him; there was no escape. 

         𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖙𝖗𝖞. Summoning all the magic he could, he pats the tip of his beak in his owl form and urges the doors to open, summoning a crystal ball and rolling it onto the floor, to her feet. Flapping his wings and summoning his magic, Jareth transported himself back into his own realm, his own crystal ball in hand, hoping to the spirits that Sarah would accept his peace offering. Upon entering his own private chambers, the only room in the castle that had no trace of any goblin or creature in sight. “Champion, hear my pleas.” 

Thoughts were hurried as Sarah smoothed the sheet over her mirror, turning to collect her tools. Across the bed was an array of things. Box of salt, candles, bottle of moon water, bundles of dried herbs. It was just enough in time, but the wards would need to be fortified after she could replace the missing iron and mirror shards. Reaching out for her things, Sarah suddenly froze.

A cold shiver ran up her spine as something tapped against her sneaker. Slowly, she looked down. It was transfixing, that little crystal. A perfectly smooth orb of immaculate sheen, reflecting only deeper into it’s core. Sarah recognized it the second her eyes landed on it, but something deeper gripped her as well. A deeper longing that had been shoved to the back of her well organized mind. A longing that clawed and thrashed it’s way to the front and forced her hand down to touch it.

The second Sarah’s fingertips touched the warm surface of the crystal, a shock ran up her arm. It was useless to pull away, the crystal already gripped tight in her hand as the magic coursed through Sarah. Pure magic, undiluted by Aboveground denial and blindness. The magic she’d craved since being spat out of the Underground. A magic that brought tears prickling to her eyes. And she heard him.

“Goblin King?”

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labyrinthmonarch​:

         𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖘𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖋 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘. Once she uttered the words, there was no turning back. One longs for the other as two souls separated, finally whole again. How doomed they were, how horrid it all will be! Never in their history has there ever been a successful union between human and merfolk, and yet as Jareth stares into eyes as green as freshly dewed pasture, he understands how poets can write sonnets that defy the stars. 

      𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖐 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖊𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖍𝖎𝖒. It betrayed his senses and defied logic, but the unquenchable urge to pull his chin up just slightly, so he may capture the salted lips that adorned her face with his was a temptation too great, but alas, his respect for her outweighed his desire of his own carnal pleasures. Who knew if she even understood what a kiss was. Was it a mortal custom? How did the merfolk show affection towards one another? 

        𝖂𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖍 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖊. The sound makes him gulp loudly as the raw desire through his body mellowed out by the salted air. “Will I–” He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, licking his lips. “Will I ever see you again?”

"I don't know." Sarah whispered.

The wind swept around the couple, nearly carrying away her words. She wished they would. She wished the winds would take away those horrible words and give her better ones. Ones that made Jareth smile and her pod understand. Words that made everything make sense and seal her to the seat there. Words that would give them a happily ever after.

But no matter what, they would be a world apart. So Sarah choked down what could have been and steeled her heart to look into those loving eyes. That was love, wasnt it? Not in so many words, but few were ever spoken. Sometimes, Sarah didn't say a word. She just sat below and water for a few extra moments to watch the excited gleam as Jareth waited for her.

"If we do come here again... I doubt it will be within your lifetime." She couldn't even look Jareth in the eye as she said it, looking away to the waters below.

[poguesgold]

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[shinedwn]

It has been said in replies here as well as in the comment section of the video but once the video is finished, watch 3-5 videos of any length before watching the video again as apparently it would count as spam!

[labyrinthmonarch]

@labyrinthchampicn​:

The way the stranger bowed - no, not stranger anymore, not entirely - gave Sarah sudden pause before the gave a curtsy in reply. A count, she had been speaking to a count from some unknown land and without a second glance, Sarah would have never noticed him. It was a surpsing thought considering how beautiful he was, but before he had singled Sarah out, she had barely noticed him. And now she stood, feeling compelled by his manners to reciprocate the gesture.

“Miss Williams, sir.” She said, looking back to those mismatched eyes.

The second she did, Sarah couldn’t help but look away or else be trapped under that spell again. But would that be such a bad thing? She mentally scolded herself for such a thought when her fiance was still away attending to business before their happy day. When he returned, Sarah would never look at another like that and she should come to hold herself to that standard. And yet, her eyes wandered back into that entrancing gaze and held it.

“Sarah Williams.”

      𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙. Yes, he has noticed the way mortals attitudes and mannerisms change as soon as his status is presented to them, although he does have to admit that his fascination with the raven haired woman is more peculiar than his interest in most. Harker’s words of her had mesmerized him and he knew that he had to travel the country, cross the seas, in order to meet such a woman. And what a woman this was!

        𝕳𝖊𝖗 𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖑𝖚𝖝𝖚𝖗𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖆 𝖋𝖊𝖜 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉. Appropriating the title of Miss gave him more hope than he was willing to admit to himself or any God for that matter. Harker might have been infatuated with her, but it seems that the count was trying to delude himself as well– no matter.

        𝕵𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙. He gives her the time and space necessary for her to make a decision. He will not entice her as he had many others, rather, he wants to earn her affection, to earn her lust and desires and love. A woman like her wasn’t one found every other millennia or so and Jareth had grown rather lonesome in this lifetime. “It was a pleasure, Miss Williams.” He says, a slight low tilt to his voice. “And I do hope to make your acquaintance soon, you are a wonderful conversationalist and I would love to hear more of your thought regarding literature.”

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Everything within Sarah knew what to say, knew that she was to say no and forget about this mysterious gentleman. In only a few short months she would be wed and she wouldn’t have to worry about strange men trying to capture her attentions.

“As do I, Count King.” The words left her lips before Sarah could correct herself, an edge of formality still holding her back. “Should you call on me, I hope we may elaborate on our discussion. If you’ll excuse me.”

With a quick nod, Sarah turned and hurried from the aisle. A deep blush bloomed over Sarah’s cheeks as the reality of her words swam through her mind. She had invited the stranger to call on her after giving her full name. A perfect stranger. It wasn’t until Sarah reached the sidewalk outside, she realized she’d left the library empty handed. Oh how dizzy she felt. And yet, part of her was still curious. Curious of that strange Count and if he may call on her before dear Jonathan returned.

[labyrinthchampicn-archived]

((Hey, y’all! I wanted to let you know that as soon as my new blog is set up, this on is going to be archived. Sarah isn’t going away, just moving to a new account!))

[labyrinthmonarch]

        .✫*ﾟ･ﾟ          𝖎 𝖒𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊         .✫*ﾟ･ﾟ

indie jareth, the goblin king from jim henson’s labyrinth (1986) written by dc, please read rules & about before interaction 

[marinette-edhel]

Everyone’s favorite Goblin King.

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https://www.instagram.com/marinette_s_cup_of_tea/

[archersbadrpmemes]

🥀Blood Drip Aesthetic Starters🥀

Tw: Blood, Violence, and EXTREME Gore.

To reverse the effects onto your muse, send ‘+😱’

(🤕) My Muse’s head starts dripping blood down their face, neck, and back.

(👁) My Muse starts crying blood.

(👂) My Muse’s ears start bleeding.

(👃) My Muse’s nose starts gushing out blood.

(👄) My Muse starts gushing blood out of their mouth.

(🦷) My Muse’s teeth are falling out.

(👤) My Muse’s neck starts bleeding.

(🎲) My Muse’s shoulders starts bleeding.

(💪) My Muse’s arms are badly cut and are gushing out blood.

(🙏) My Muse’s elbows are busted.

(🖐) My Muse’s wrists start bleeding.

(✋) My Muse’s hands are dripping with blood.

(🖖) My Muse’s fingers are bleeding.

(🤜) My Muse’s knuckles are bruised up.

(♥️) My Muse’s chest starts bleeding, directly where their heart should be at.

(🦴) My Muse’s ribcage is broken.

(🍎) My Muse’s stomach is bruised up and scratched up.

(💃) My Muse’s waist is busted.

(🍑) My Muse’s butt was ‘beaten up’.

(🍗) My Muse’s thighs are bruised/scratched up.

(👣) My Muse’s kneecaps are busted.

(🦵) My Muse’s ankles are ripped open.

(🦶) My Muse’s feet are covered in blood.

Additional Body Parts

(🦏) My Muse’s horn(s) are broken or ripped.

(🐗) My Muse’s tusks were chipped or ripped off.

(🐦) My Muse’s feathers were plucked.

(🕊) My Muse’s wings are ripped apart.

(🐺) My Muse’s fur was ripped up.

(🐈) My Muse’s tail was cut or ripped apart.

(🐢) My Muse’s shell/scales were picked at/ripped off.

(🐠) My Muse’s fins were ripped apart.

(👐) My Muse’s other pair of arms/legs have been ripped apart.

(👀) My Muse’s other eye(s) got stabbed/blinded.

[meiselr]

Archetype Inspirations | Faerie Queen

[rpmemes-galore]

how to switch back the dashboard appearance in 4 easy steps:

step 1. 

click the little person icon

step 2.

in the dropdown menu, click edit appearance 

step 3.

in the side menu, click dashboard

step 4. 

click the use the old dashboard button  ( it may take a second to load the option )

and things should be back to normal. refresh your dashboard and double check! 

[anazenart]

Random bit of Labyrinth art :3

Art belongs to @anazenart

[ohisms]

❝ *ˊ✑ REPO !  THE GENETIC OPERA OST STARTERS

❝   i’ve made my peace ,  i hold no grudge .   ❞ ❝  make it fast !   ❞ ❝  commence your grovelling .   ❞ ❝  i’ll keep those vultures guessing .   ❞ ❝  my legacy is too great to throw away on ingrates .   ❞ ❝  i guess i’ll take it to my death !   ❞ ❝  you never should have left me .  i would’ve given you the world .   ❞ ❝  you cannot be reckless !   ❞ ❝  no ,  i don’t think that i can be fixed .   ❞ ❝  i want to go outside .   ❞ ❝  my burdens ,  i can’t erase .   ❞ ❝  i’m the monster .  i’m the villain !   ❞ ❝  industrialization has crippled the globe .   ❞ ❝  for every market ,  a submarket grows .   ❞ ❝  it’s quick !  it’s clean !  it’s pure ,  it could change your life - rest assured .   ❞ ❝  it’s the twenty - first century cure .   ❞ ❝  what if you could have genetic perfection ?   ❞ ❝  would you change who you are ,  if you could ?   ❞ ❝  where the fuck is [ name ] ?   ❞ ❝  you ain’t got the guts !   ❞ ❝  all bark ,  but no lungs !   ❞ ❝  i can’t feel nothing at all .   ❞ ❝  sometimes ,  i wonder why they need me at all .   ❞ ❝  sometimes ,  i wonder why i even bother .   ❞ ❝  so you think you’ve got heart ?   ❞ ❝  so you think you’ve got balls ?   ❞ ❝  it’s a thankless job ,  but somebody’s got to do it .   ❞ ❝  no one ever thanks me when i’m done .   ❞ ❝  how self - absorbed people can be !   ❞ ❝  with a slice !  or a snip !  eenie - meenie - miney - mo !   ❞ ❝  can i talk to you ?  can you come down please ,  so we can speak ?   ❞ ❝  i thought i’d seen a ghost - your resemblance is striking .   ❞ ❝  state your business .   ❞ ❝  you can learn from all my failures .   ❞ ❝  i’m not supposed to talk to strangers .   ❞ ❝  don’t forget a sheltered rose needs a little room to bloom outside her bedroom .   ❞ ❝  don’t look back ‘til you’re free to chase the morning .   ❞ ❝  [ name ] ,  you’re hurting me !   ❞ ❝  can you forgive me for this ?   ❞ ❝  here’s my prognosis :  will they live ?  doubtful .   ❞ ❝  remember what you did to [ name ] .   ❞ ❝  hope you have my money .   ❞ ❝  i remember every dying whisper ,  every desperate murmur .    ❞ ❝  i’ve always longed for true affection ,  but you compare me to a corpse !   ❞ ❝  you cannot control me ,  [ name ] .   ❞ ❝  you know you want it .   ❞ ❝  didn’t i say the world was cruel ,  didn’t i ?   ❞ ❝  tell me how this happened ,  what i did wrong ?   ❞ ❝  why can’t we just go home  &  forget this dreadful night ?   ❞ ❝  didn’t you say that you were different ,  didn’t you ?   ❞ ❝  say you’re not that person ,  say it .   ❞ ❝  didn’t you say that you’d protect me ,  didn’t you ?   ❞ ❝  someone has replaced you .   ❞ ❝  sometimes i wanted to cry .   ❞ ❝  i didn’t know i love you so much .   ❞ ❝  sometimes i’d stay up all night wishing to god i was the one who died .   ❞ ❝  [ name ] ,  i will not leave you here - you will live .   ❞ ❝  we’ll always have each other in our time of need .   ❞ ❝  you’re the world to me .   ❞

[sweetvisage]

[rokenford]

God when is art nouveau going to make a comeback.

[barinenedax-deactivated20211011]

[labyrinthchampicn-archived]

((So I want to make more headcanon content for Sarah and after reading Annie on My Mind I have so many ideas for Sarah realizing she’s bi and having her first girlfriend))