#thefaeking

[hispreciousthing]

His Princess at Last

@thefaeking

“Sarah,” Jareth began. His expression was tense in its severity. “Do you want to be mine?”

“Forever?”

“Yes.”

Sarah smiled. “Not long at all.”

 Everything seemed to happen in a wild blur. After her memories had been given back to her, and she learned that she had passed Jareth’s father’s test, Sarah found herself back in the Goblin Kingdom and being welcomed by everyone within the labyrinth and the Goblin City as not only a Champion, but their Princess. 

 His princess. 

 Surprisingly, adjusting hadn’t been too difficult, but perhaps that was due to the fact that she was having the most fun she’d had in her entire life... Or at least, since she was very young. She had been reunited with her friends, who were all very surprised (and Hoggle rather angry) when they learned that her run had granted a reward far beyond the return of her baby brother. She had been given a grand tour of the Labyrinth itself, including both places she had traveled through during her test and those she had not, along with places she had not been to since she was a young child.

 Then there were the parties. There was the party thrown by her friends, by the subjects of the Goblin Kingdom, and the celebration thrown by the Fae Court to welcome the newest royal member to the Goblin Kingdom. Unsurprisingly, that particular event had been very tense and short, and ended with Jareth whisking Sarah away from the prying and often jealous eyes of the ladies at court. 

 Today, finally, was her first day with nothing to do. Things were settling down, and reality of was starting to sink in. Everything, from her beautiful room in the castle to the farthest corner of the Underground was now... Her home. This place that she had frequented, forgotten, then conquered and remembered again was her home. This was where she would grow and spend the rest of her life. She was going to live out the life of a fairytale.

 Sarah sat in the gardens behind the castle, contemplating all of this as she stared at the crystal-clear smooth surface of the water of the small pond in front of her.

[silkfield]

Frita??

least favourite | disliked | i’m not fond | neutral | i like them | they’re adorable/awesome | favourite

i do think her design is really fun but it’s not really my style! i had frita in new leaf for some time and i did like having her around but overall i’m just a bit too meh about her to want her on my island this time around

thanks for asking! C:

[carmauxen-blog]

@thefaeking:

To the, dare she say, command that was brought her way, her brows furrowed. “I beg your pardon?” She huffed as she attempted to square up to him. “Your eyes may look cruel, and your tongue may SUFFICE IN that element, but that’s no way to talk to people.”

[felis-silvestris-sapiens]

Transformed for thefaeking

thefaeking

The labyrinth changed every day. She paid no notice, not anymore. She just kept moving, climbing, crawling. She could always see the castle, so even on days when it seemed she got no closer, at least she knew she was going in the right direction.

It was no longer clear to her whether she was trapped in the labyrinth or whether she was part of it now, another obstacle for the unwary, a creature of fang and claw. She was forgetting so much. How she had gotten here, and why. She had forgotten her own name. Only one thing remained on her mind, day in, day out. Find him. The man with the two-colored eyes. Find him in the castle. And do it before you forget why.

[qceensofkings-a]

+4 approached the demigod

"Good evening, darling. Is there something I can help you with?"

[qceensofkings-a]

((Behind the scenes, because I don't know either of you but really want to))

Send me ‘Behind the scenes’ for conversation between the mun and the muse

Mun: Isabelle, look! It’s new people who are curious about us!

Isabelle: Oh? Well that’s nice…. Now come pay attention to me.

Mun: No… I’m going to make sure I get these asks done first.

Isabelle: The one time I want to do drafts and you want to play in the asks…. Typical.

[theimpossiblegirlrps]

//OOC: soo since I'm at a house with my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and younger cousins, any smut threads are on hold for a few days. Don't want them walking by and reading that lol. Just a PSA, I promise I'm not dropping them- just can't reply to those with my conservative grandma over my shoulder

All other threads are still active! 

[likegrantingwishes]

Untold Stories || Jareth and Sarah

Six books.  Sarah still couldn’t believe the series had done so well, but these days she didn’t question things too much.  She’d decided to keep writing as long as she had stories in her to tell.  Not too hard with all of the different people she’d met while in the Labyrinth.  The problem she’d run into recently however was that she needed new places for her stories to take place in.  Oh, it was all still within the confines of the Labyrinth, of course - they were simply areas she’d invented rather than areas she’d actually come across during her journey.

Sarah felt like the places she’d created fit rather well into the Labyrinth - there were four so far - the Inverted Tower, the Abandoned Castle, the Faerie Tree, and the Crystal City.  Currently she was working on an idea for a 5th place to play a role in her next book - an underground tomb of some sort...possibly the resting place of a long forgotten ruler...she hadn’t fully decided yet.  But writing about them ahead of time always helped the author get a feel for a place and what it might be capable of once she put it in the story.

Satisfied with the description she’d typed up, the woman stretched and stood up from her computer.  She’d been working all morning and was in need for at least a small break.  Heading downstairs, Sarah poured herself a glass of lemonade and stepped out into the backyard, taking a seat on the patio.  She’d been working a little too much on her book, and her small garden was suffering for it.  Maybe tomorrow she could devote some time to it, do a bit of weeding, repaint the trellis.  It might be nice to take a break from her writing for a few days - give herself a chance to conjure up some story ideas for the tomb.