The Trouble Is, You Think You Have Time

You can be a king or street sweeper, but everyone dances with the grim reaper. ((Independent OC Blog for Delila Enderborn (D’avlr) -Multiship-OC/Multifandom Friendly). ~Ren Mun~ (M!A:N/A)

[nightmareinthedaylight]

Hey, looks like you got hacked. Hope you’re able to handle it and everything ends up okay.

Yeah, I’m getting it fixed.

[nightmareinthedaylight]

Right so folks; looks like the blog got hacked. Lemme get this fixed.... Fucking hell.

[hungering-for-it-all]

Aha. So I live, by the way. If y’all want to chitchat, my discord is Delila#0510

[memelythingers]

Send “✫” for my muse’s reaction to yours racing in after hearing them scream out in the night due to a nightmare.

Alternatively, send “✬” for my muse to race in after hearing yours scream out in the night due to a nightmare.

[oceanmine]

Could you please like or reblog this

if you think that female muses shouldn’t have to be toned down for the comfort of other people? 

Female muses don’t have to be easy. They don’t have to be cute, they don’t have to hold back their drama. They aren’t interesting despite their chaotic personality, but because of it. 

If you are interested in interacting with female muses who are powerful, multi-layered and complicated, please help me spread this. I want to make a point.

[nightmareinthedaylight]

A Ride in The Wood ||

She walked the path, wholly- and blissfully- unaware of who’s territory it was she walked despite knowing it to be Fae. She felt safe enough to walk in a leisurely gait to enjoy the woods around her. If anything, it reminded her of her childhood and the thick redwood forest that grew around the ruins of the fortress she had known as her childhood home.

The only notice of any previous travelers were the hoof prints, marked into the ground like a brand. Yet, they lack a shoe. That was to be expected in Fae territories, when Iron was known to scorch fingertips and leave angry red welts upon all too fine skin. Yet, she walks. Blissfully enthralled in the song of the woods, created by the medley of birdsong and the rush of the wind in the trees above her, she does not hear the impending hoofbeats until it is much too late.

@itscnlyfcrever

[itscnlyfcrever-a]

Visitors were uncommon here. Unexpected visitors were practically unheard of. With the Goblin King’s drastically changing moods, it was safer to make an appointment than leaving it to chance.

As such, he was caught completely off guard by the girl wandering the woods. It wasn’t until he was almost on top of her that Jareth was able to process that she wasn’t a goblin and that she wasn’t going to dart out of the way. He stopped his horse and looked down to her in disbelief. “What are you doing?” No, that wasn’t the right thing to say… He hopped down and offered her a gloved hand. “Are you alright?”

[nightmareinthedaylight]

In her mad scramble to flee his path, she’d fallen and hit the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of her. That would definitely leave a bruise later. Delila gasped, mostly in winded surprise, at the Goblin King before her. She’d been a fool not to recognize that this territory was his.

She holds up a hand, gesturing for him to wait a moment as she tries to force air back into her lungs. When she can breathe, she speaks.

“…I should.. be fine?”

She rubs at her face with one hand, finding it scraped and bruised now, while taking his offered had with the other.

“For the most part.”

[itscnlyfcrever-deactivated20230]

“Good.” Once she was up, Jareth took his hand back and wiped it on his trousers. Now that he knew she was alright, he didn’t feel bad for asking his original question, not that he had felt bad in the first place.

“Now, what are you doing here?” His tone was sharp, but perhaps not quite as sharp as it could have been.

[nightmareinthedaylight]

“Well. It seems that my little walk through the woods spit me out here... I must apologize for not recognizing the area belonged to yourself, your Highness..”

Her voice was still a bit wheezy as she tried to properly breathe again. The scrape on her face had started to well with a little bit of blood by now and she keeps a hand over it.

“My question is, are you alright?”

[spunsugarmusings]

Give my muse a title

Ex; “breaker of chains”, “beloved sister of the king”, or anything you can imagine!

[enviouscore-archived]

DELILA.

She would look up from the dishes she had been washing, turning to face the homunculus after his comment.

“…I wonder too… and I never like where the rabbit takes me.”

‘‘Where do you think it would take it?’’ he asked as he looked at her, curious to know.

[nightmareinthedaylight]

“....I’m... not sure. Perhaps places you’d rather not think about, Ve..”

She’d run a wet hand through her hair, gazing at him kindly despite the otherwise tired look upon her face.

[enviouscore-archived]

@nightmareinthedaylight

‘‘Sometimes I just wonder what would’ve happened if I hadn’t met you and Mr. Hughes….’‘

[nightmareinthedaylight]

She would look up from the dishes she had been washing, turning to face the homunculus after his comment.

“...I wonder too... and I never like where the rabbit takes me.”

[nightmareinthedaylight]

A Ride in The Wood ||

She walked the path, wholly- and blissfully- unaware of who’s territory it was she walked despite knowing it to be Fae. She felt safe enough to walk in a leisurely gait to enjoy the woods around her. If anything, it reminded her of her childhood and the thick redwood forest that grew around the ruins of the fortress she had known as her childhood home.

The only notice of any previous travelers were the hoof prints, marked into the ground like a brand. Yet, they lack a shoe. That was to be expected in Fae territories, when Iron was known to scorch fingertips and leave angry red welts upon all too fine skin. Yet, she walks. Blissfully enthralled in the song of the woods, created by the medley of birdsong and the rush of the wind in the trees above her, she does not hear the impending hoofbeats until it is much too late.

@itscnlyfcrever

[itscnlyfcrever-a]

Visitors were uncommon here. Unexpected visitors were practically unheard of. With the Goblin King’s drastically changing moods, it was safer to make an appointment than leaving it to chance.

As such, he was caught completely off guard by the girl wandering the woods. It wasn’t until he was almost on top of her that Jareth was able to process that she wasn’t a goblin and that she wasn’t going to dart out of the way. He stopped his horse and looked down to her in disbelief. “What are you doing?” No, that wasn’t the right thing to say… He hopped down and offered her a gloved hand. “Are you alright?”

[nightmareinthedaylight]

In her mad scramble to flee his path, she’d fallen and hit the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of her. That would definitely leave a bruise later. Delila gasped, mostly in winded surprise, at the Goblin King before her. She’d been a fool not to recognize that this territory was his.

She holds up a hand, gesturing for him to wait a moment as she tries to force air back into her lungs. When she can breathe, she speaks.

“...I should.. be fine?”

She rubs at her face with one hand, finding it scraped and bruised now, while taking his offered had with the other.

“For the most part.”

[nightmareinthedaylight]

A Ride in The Wood ||

She walked the path, wholly- and blissfully- unaware of who’s territory it was she walked despite knowing it to be Fae. She felt safe enough to walk in a leisurely gait to enjoy the woods around her. If anything, it reminded her of her childhood and the thick redwood forest that grew around the ruins of the fortress she had known as her childhood home.

The only notice of any previous travelers were the hoof prints, marked into the ground like a brand. Yet, they lack a shoe. That was to be expected in Fae territories, when Iron was known to scorch fingertips and leave angry red welts upon all too fine skin. Yet, she walks. Blissfully enthralled in the song of the woods, created by the medley of birdsong and the rush of the wind in the trees above her, she does not hear the impending hoofbeats until it is much too late.

@itscnlyfcrever

[deactivated-blog]

Send “⚠️” plus a warning label for my muse.

(If you cannot see the emoji send “Warning”)

[rpingmemes]

Our muses woke up in an Alternate Reality, where they are royalty/a knight.

Send ♖ for where your muse is the royalty and mine is a knight.

Send ♖ for where my muse is the royalty and yours is a knight.

[memes-for-the-rper]

Your muse was playing around with a loaded gun and accidentally shot mine! What's your muse's reaction?

[memes-for-the-rper]

My muse has been attacked and left for dead. What's your muse's reaction when they find mine?

[memes-for-the-rper]

My muse's house has burnt down. Your muse finds mine watching it burn out; what's your character's reaction?

[nightmareinthedaylight]

“What’s today...?” She looked at the calendar, confused. “Oh! It’s my birthday. Huh. That makes this what.. four hundred fifty... seven? Yeah. It does make it four hundred fifty seven.”