#labryinth imagine

[sarahaze]

Hello… I am Sara Marie Haze. I am 15 years old. I am a freelance piano and acting student at the University in London. Playing and studying the piano is my passion, as also acting.

My family is truly my number one priority, and i vowed to make sure anything negative that has happened to us will never ever again. I believe the marriage of the Haze-Scrooge name will only bring joy and prosperity to both families.

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏 YOUR DSB PLAYLIST!!! I keep seeing u talk about it and you have BANGERS on that pl

I think I have shared it before but back when I was only on like chapter 2 so its been buried and has changed ALOT- But here you go!!

Full list (and notes)

Oh No! (Tims "Grand plan")

Flight of the Crows (Running away from what he loves, of course)

Nobody (Self imposed curse of isolation)

Colors (Yes. (also just a fav tim song regardless of AU)

United in grief ( Acting as Timothy Drake)

Teen Idle (Mourning his youth, for a second time)

Gasoline (Tim breakdown in luxury vibes)

I cant fix you (I still religiously listen to fnaf fan songs, this one just fits)

Brother (MY COUNTRY ASS SNUCK IN- It doesnt even relate to the AU, I just love the vibe- if anything it fitd Dick towards Jason but thats besides the point)

Passing through (cant the future just wait) (Times running out)

Are you Satisfied? (Literally perfect song about his situation)

Look who's inside again (Again, Isolation)

Coffee (Internal struggle- but the caffine isnt the problem)

Digital Silence (Again, just in here for the vibes)

Over & Over (AMAZING imagining song, like a little movie)

Problems (Tim to Jason)

Oh Ana (Not even kidding, THE MOVIE song- (from breathing as tim bleeds out to the The Angel I couldnt kill just AHH)

Rat (Just a vibe)

Lotta True Crime (Not for Tim actually, but related)

Misery Meat (Mans is the rainbow fish)

Feel Better (Y E A H- No explination needed)

Arms Tonight (This but literally, though he wont admit it)

The Burning pile (Tim ignoring his problems for the "greater good")

Family Jewels (The Drakes.)

Devil Town (Life in Gotham, reminishing his Time as Robin w/ his old fam)

Hermit the Frog (Another "just a vibe")

Michelle (Not for Tim, but relevent :)

Girls (The horror in being Timothy)

Saint Bernard (THIS- THIS THIS THIS (literally so mmmm lore))(might make a PMV when the fic is finished just for THIS!!)

Washing Machine Heart (A vibe.)

The Bidding (Timothy but less ironically)

Seventeen (Tim and Timothy- also just "seventeen" when he died s o)

Cupid (He still loves them...)

Hidden in the sand (Memories.)

dumb dumb (Tim pulling off his shit, mostly Cardinal)

American Healthcare (glitzy) (Tim in his career)

Treehouse (STAY OFF MY LAWN!!!)

Worlds greatest actor (Rec by @ihavenotsleptindays my dear, and its perfect. Tim as Timothy, or are they one in the same??)

Rule #34 (Not for Tim, but TOO him :)

Harpy Hare (Im obsessed okay?)

Prom Queen (Beautiful tragedy all the people envy)

No place like home (Not what it seems)

Again & Again (Another "movie in my mind") song

Labryinth (Movie mind!! Lots of lore and distortion lol)

Youth (Tim being self aware, for once)

Just one Yesterday (YES YES YES YES)

Angry too (Just a vibe.)

Pompeii (He misses what things can never again be)

spy? (Two face.)

Lullaby of the False Hydra ( Once again, im obsessed but for diff reasons)

Sweet Hibuscus tea (GAHHH)

Lights out (Hype song- and Cardinal BAMF)

Nothings New (Tim repeating his whole life and yet failing all over again)

Little Lion man (He wasnt really doomed wasnt he?)

Guilded Lily (The awnser is no, its never enough)

Underground (Once again, Gotham.)

Cast the Bronze (More a canon Jason song actually, but I still adore)

Could Have been me (Not Tim :)

Savior (Duet- but with who??)

Take me home, country roads (The country got me again. And yeah Tim longing for home he lost)

[persnicketypomelo]

hi! imagine reader trying to escape leroux erik and running into him in the catacombs 🤭 he's just as shocked to see them as they are to see him

obsession, grabbing, dark behaviour, not romantic but horror, spoilers

I'm going off of the part of the novel where Leroux describes a mermaid that he has in the water around his house or something. I think it's the one that drowned Philippe.

Encountering Erik in the Catacombs

From the wording/context I’m imagining that the Phantom has kidnapped you and is secluding you in his underground home

To escape this far you would need to be stubbornly determined

He left you at his home to run some errands, so the boat would not be at your disposal to bring you across the lake

Swimming it was then

When he had first kidnapped you, you swear that you saw a dark figure lurking at the bottom of the lake

And if you recall, he had mentioned something of a mermaid in his lake

Believing in such fairy tales as mermaids is a tall order, but from such an unusual man, you might actually believe the impossible

Whatever you faced in that murky lake, it would be better than staying confined here for a second longer

So you strip down to your undergarments and ease your way into the cold water

The water chills your skin and soddens your clothes

An uncomfortable feeling, no doubt, but nothing in comparison to the peril you soon face

Suddenly a hand grasps your ankle, pulling you down into the depths

You lash against the iron grip, kicking your feet as your life depends on it

Sinking down, you're forced to swallow in mouthfuls of lake water

I'm going to die here, at the bottom of a lake, all alone

But with a particularly strong kick, you manage to dislodge the offending hand and swim frantically to the other side of the lake

Needless to say, you were now thoroughly disturbed, and you weren't sure what was more terrifying

The fact that what you felt was certainly a human hand grabbing at you

Or the fact that Erik had such...creatures, real and in the flesh

He had certainly was a man for tricks and illusions, but this was the first scrape of real danger and potential lethality you had encountered in his traps

Nonetheless, there is no way you're going back now--not with that...thing...lurking at the bottom

And the adrenaline coursing through you propels you into the unkown

You can't go back

You can't

Sopping wet and wandering into the endless dark caverns, with no way of knowing what progress (or lack thereof) was not your ideal scenario, yet still it was progress nonetheless

The chill seeps from the uninviting cavern walls to your bones, and all you can manage to do is shiver profusely while you navigate aimlessly through the terrain

I'd like to think that, in a more horror/supernatural interpretation, the Phantom has some developed supernatural connection with the darkness

He wouldn't need to use a torch to navigate through his labryinth if he really didn't want to

In such a dark place, many metres beneath the chaotic upper floor of the opera house, every little sound can be heard through the quiet expanse

So when you hear the faint rustle of a cloak, the coldth in your skin seeps to your blood and you feel ice chill your veins through all extremities

You feel the phantom's intense eyes, filled with anger, before he confirms his presence

Thin, skeletal hands seize your wrists and your captor makes an angry, hissing sound

A snake about to strike its prey

Your captor's voice is laced with faux amusement, sardonic, as if prodding you into testing him

"Going somewhere?"

His laugh is derisive, joyless, covering a barely contained rage and hurt

"I believe, my dear, we should be heading back,"

His piercing eyes freeze your muscles, and you feel you can't move no matter how much your inner voice scream to

"We have much to discuss, and you have much to explain."

[fartshitpiss]

making my partner watch Hannibal and while rewatching i noticed again how little Hannibal fights back against Jack in 3x05. to the point i looked it up, and im sad i could only find a few things on it. i might be missing stuff, but why aren't more people talking about this??

Hannibal has been, one can imagine, underwhelmed by his life in Florence. of course he still has an esteemed role, this time as a curator. he still eats, breathes, and sleeps lavishly. he still indulges himself in the occasional murder, though this time around it feels more about convenience and less about rudeness. reading off the cover, it seems perfect. he even has Bedelia with him– someone who knows him, someone to share this life with

but that's not what he wants. he only left his life in Baltimore out of necessity, and he intended on leaving with Will, prior to his betrayal. Hannibal misses Will, who knows him so intimately, who can read between his lines. He misses the challenges, and the way Will made him think. He misses consulting on his crimes, gloating directly in Jacks face without the latter having a clue. Hannibal misses the mind games, and his brain is feeling dreadfully unfit without them. he probably took up sudoku or something but how the hell does sudoku measure up to brainwashing one of, if not the, smartest person he's met. Hannibal's big fat brain is under-stimulated. with no one to challenge or intrigue him, he becomes depressed and self-destructive.

Will is searching for him. Hannibal knows that because he's seen him, stood feet away from him while Will asked for him, but he's able to go back to his mind games which gives him some relief from his boredom. he toys with Will, undoubtedly waiting for the right time to reveal himself. but seeing Jack, he remembered their first fight and the challenge that came with it. Jack was just as good, if not better, at fighting as Hannibal was. an even match. he does not rush out of the building as he could have; he's been working there for quite some time at this point, surely he knows another way out that Jack wouldn't be able to find in the labryinth of a new to him building. at least not until Hannibal was long gone. instead he takes his time, calling out taunts and all but begging Jack to give him a beating. he wants to feel something. something other than the boredom and the emptiness and the missing Will. he knows better than anyone that the sharp pain of knuckles hitting bone would simplify things– clear his head and bring the more important things to light. Hannibal wants to go back to his life before, and in this very moment it is the best way he knows how. so he lets Jack beat the shit out of him. sure, he tries to grab a knife here and he gives a little kick there, but this is not the Hannibal we know. we've seen him fight, and we've seen him kick ass but this is... dare i say it, pathetic. once he's good and bloody he crawls his way to the window he'd just sent Pazzi out of with every intention of being sent out of it himself.

he realizes that maybe he can trust these people to do what they have always done. maybe he can trust Will to read him like a book once again, so he goes to the gallery knowing that Will could find him there. and, unsurprisingly, Will does exactly that. but this time the person he's looking for is actually in the shadows he's searching through, and this time Hannibal actually reaches back out.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Synopsis:

Set 36 years after the original film.

A young historian, Ruby, in her early 20s, can't help but daydream every day and every night. Within her own world, she doesn't fit in. No one understands her, her dreams, her visions, her voice, her imagination. Every person she's speaks to, she feels like an utter alien. So? What happens when she finds a book? A world beyond her imagination. Something beyond her comprehension where her fantasies come to life.

However, there is a catch. She meets the king of the realm. In the midst of it all, she is met with an incautious fate. She must complete his labryinth, win his game, and set her heart free from her own irony. Or else—she is trapped forever.

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: (in progress)

A/n: Hello, I wanted to create a different story, a sequel of sorts to take my fun at a childhood favourite movie. Let me know of any feedback, comments, and reblogs appreciated.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Imagine you're dating both Steve and Robin (they're still platonic), and you show up to Family Video every day to affectionately annoy them. Sarah is there because I just love her outfit from the Labryinth. ❤️‍🔥

[moth--moss]

Finally watching Grians video so I'm gonna summarize my thoughts for the hermits as it goes! This is gonna be a long one so all the summaries and thoughts below the cut :]

Ren: Absolutely love what he's doing with the Gigacorp stuff and the like, poisoned terrain and all??? Always a fan of ppl making stories and worldbuilding so we love to see it! I'm not watching Ren's pov but I've seen bits and pieces from other povs so its not completely new to me :] Ren's honestly just such a delightful person, love to see him stoppin by other ppls episodes!

Tango: One of my main povs this season, a surprise to nobody, absolutely love all the steampunk and his factory and everything he's got going on. Unsurprisingly he's found a new hole to live out of but who didn't see that one coming lmao. Tango rightfully has a place in my three-way tie for favourite hermit.

Cleo: this is my first time seeing their base this season! And damn what a shame its been this long cause I'm already really invested in the little story shes cookin up. The wizard tower is just,,,,, so cool??? I love the block palette for it! Not to mention all the armour stand work its so so cool, definitely gonna have to set aside time to watch their pov after this cause I desperately want to get the full story now! All of the spaces have character and feel very real with all the armour stand work and everything, definitely a master of her craft o7

Scar: So ive only seen Scars latest episodes and streams, i didnt watch anything before them, so it's like kiiiinda new? But also ive watched all of Grian's so ive seen most of this like, out the corner of my eye the whole time. Scar's builds always have so much story and character you love to see it, there's just so much soul and care behind his builds??? Ajcjdjacjs I got so scared seeing the creeper test tube thing empty I'm used to there bein a lil guy in there. The train is SO cool and scar is just So good at glass work??? The swaggon hat o7 emotionally i never left season 8. Scars one of my favourite hermits so i had a lot to say

Joe: another hermit i dont watch yet love dearly, hes just so much fun. Joe is just insane (/pos) and just so creative and imaginative in such a unique way, holy shit. I really need to watch more of his stuff cause the vibes are truly immaculate. Also as an aside this finally answers to me where Cubs labryinth is cause i had no idea until now lmao. That thing is MASSIVE btw. Joe Hills,,, just the whole scale of this whole thing is totally insane he deserves so much credit for this. I envy his dedication wowww.

Bdubs: Another hermit i dont watch but would love to, and who i see a lot of through other povs. Bdubs is like beyond any other builder in this game, hes like,,, a true artist, yhe way he uses blocks and everything is just ajdnfjwkdkw true art. Hes like painting, not building. Always absolutely blown away by everything he does in this silly block game. He wants to make ppl feel feelings and it DEFINITELY comes through. THERES WAS EVEN NYLIUM ON THE GROUND WHO DOES THAT! OHH and the FRAMING of it all?? The way this man thinks is just art on its own. I could look at bdubs builds forever i swear. Its phenominal. Note: keralis spotted in the storage cave <3 thats my guyyyyy. THE SILOS??? so so pretty. The way he uses thw bottom edge of the polished diorite to make those solid lines through it??? Aghhh its so cool. Blown away with how he makes depth on flat surfaces, its just insane. AND THE GRASS IS HAND PLACED? THE WATERFALLS??? Always lovely to see bdubs builds.

Cub: i know almost nothing abt what Cubs been up to except for the rockets, always lovely to see him showing up in other povs. Lovely to see him messing with sculk again, hes gone feral for it LMAO. All the sculk stuff is so interesting im probably gonna have to check out his videos also cause i am DESPERATE to know wth is going on with this because hes being so so cryptic with it. The rocket factory is just so cool? I love how much ppl can do now with the crafters.crqzy that he pulled the fireworks permit and decided to make it like a main part of his season. Just ALL IN with it. Respectable.

Etho: etho!!! Another of my main povs this season actually, which is new for me cause last time i tried to watch his season he made the shulker storage thing and it broke my brain and i couldnt understand anything. (This time it made sense though). I really love ethos base this season, even if his roof was still unfinished at this point in time lmao. I love his little pond and garden and balcony and all that. Also its not here yet in the tour but i LOVE the lighting work he did around the mailbox its SO good. Also obligqtory frogger is awesome. When the server download goes up at the end of the season there are gonna be SO many games to play o7

Impulse: impy!! We love him so much. Dont watch his episodes but love to see him around :] did not know his city was gonna be a game?? Thats so cool?? The citys already so cool and im so excited to see it finished cause its already looking lovely and i can tell its gonna be really cool all together :] love the lore and all around the city too!

Zedaph: a hermit i watched quite a bit of last season but nothing yet this one, lovely guy always a fun time :] no surprise at all to see hes doing something else fun and silly this season. This really is a season of minigames! This guy is absolutely wild and just so much fun

Pearl: another i havent been watching, to my own sadness as pearl is one of my personal favourite builders on the server! Her whole solarpunk aesthetic this season is just DELIGHTFUL. Another hermit ive been meaning to watch for a while now cause i just love how she does like,,,, everything? I love Pearl builds just so so much. Absolutely love the sunflowers in the floor of her storage (my favourite flower) and all the yellows just in general its just such a bright build and so so lovely. Theres so much character and all the build flows together so so nicely. Also her dye qnd flower shop??? SO nice with all the layering qnd the glass roofs and just how open and fresh it all feelsand qjdjfjsjdsj i just love how pearl builds so much she is KILLING IT this season

Doc: so im currently watching through docs pov and i kiiiinda dont want to be spoiled on any big projects and crazy farms hes planning, so im actually skipping his segment of the tour. Though i will still say doc is absolutely insane and i love all the crazy game breaking stuff he does, i just want to see it all as it happens :] if i do catch up eventually i may circle back to the tour episode later but for now no spoilers!

Skizz: what a delight! Havent seen his episodes but we love skizz so much, such a big heart on that guy and so glad hes here. Love him and all his gift hoarding and hes just so iconic. His big pyramid is all a big psychology metaphor and stuff and thats,, very very cool i didn't know that! Truly a season of minigames i love it!

Mumbo: ive watched some of the early stuff for his season but i had a solid like 6 months where i wasnt really into anything like at all, so i stopped watching after some of the early stuff, though i do plan to get back to his videos sometime because i love what hes doing this season! (Oh noo some of the stuff id written got deleted so i gotta try to rephrase) mumbos been getting so good at building lately and it really does show with his work this season! I absolutely love all his work with the concept art and everything, its my favourite kind of excessive and "unnecessary" worldbuilding that makes a project feel that much more alive.

Joel: I've seen joels first few episodes but dont really watch him much. Hes absolutely incredible in just how much detail he shoves into every little space. His whole base this season just feels so real and its all so intentional and well planned and thought out. His build feels almost like its just been torn out of a real city and dropped straight into minecraft, theres just so much characters and attention to his builds. Just a place i would love to visit and explore. One thing: i mean this in the best way, but his little songs give me the WORST second hand embarrassment its so hard to listen to LMAO thats most of why i have a hard time watching his videos. Hes so cringe and i absolutely LOVE it. Never change, joel

Keralis: remember what i said about my three way tie of favourite hermit?? Keralis firmly holds a place right up there <3 another of my favourite builders and always holding just the most DELIGHTFUL vibes and just the sweetest face on the whole server. Embarrassingly i am... not fully caught up on his episodes, ive only seen up to episode 10. In my defence i only came back to hermitcraft in the last few months so i have a lot to catch up on! Though unlike with doc i have no qualms about spoiling myself because its not like lovely builds from keralis are anything other than my expectations :] Ive only just started his part of the tour but i know im gonna be smiling the whole way through <3 absolutely beautiful base i want to go here for vacation asap and never leave, beautiful trees and booshes and all the little huts, i love it all so so much. Also i would absolutely love a tour where keralis shows every single tree individually you dont even understand i would happily sit there and watch the entire thing <3 keralis why are you so hard to come up with a good design for i swear ill find one eventually hes just such a bug to me. I just want to sit along the side of one of the paths with a nice tropical drink its just so so lovely. If yall let me talk about keralis i will NOT be shutting up any time soon, if this mini essay is anything to go by. While on the topic id like to also talk about his season 9 base becau[character count exceeded, the following 10,319 characters have been archived and removed from this post (/j)] jokes aside, absolutely love everything keralis does, will never not be obsessed with everything he does <3

Xb: you know i gotta love him, just such a sweetheart. I dont watch him but you tend to see a lot of him if you watch a lot of keralis like i do. Absolutely delightful guy and such a sweet face :] love his little modern starter house too. Ive never actually seen his monument base thing but its so impressive. I, too, love prismarine so so much, and the oranges too its all so lovely, one of my favourite minecraft mobs <3 absolutely love his storage too with the guardian aquariums?? Amazing

Grian: another of my main povs! Love how open concept it is this season, how loose hes playing the game and how freely he's been playing it out this season, its been a really fun watch! Absolutely love the vibes of the chamber of sea critters its so atmospheric. Always love a grian build :]

Gem: another hermit whos building style i love yet dont watch sadly. First of all i just love how gem does the bright coloured roofs? Theyre very bright and i love the gradients she used with the moss and bamboo its so pretty. I didnt know her base was based on Dredge! Thats a game ive been meaning to check out and now im just more interested lmao. Gems another hermit who does just so much story with her builds and its all so interesting, definitely another high up on the list of hermits i really want to watch. Also i LOVE her little starter boat, its so cute and simple and so well executed. As well as the lighthouse! Honestly just seeing the collectors house now its gotta be one of my favourites, the colours and shapes and forms just look so nice? Nothing but praise for Gem tbh her builds this season are just lovely o7

Xisuma: we finally get to the 3rd and final hermit in the tie for my favourite! Despite the fact that... i havent watched like any of his episodes this season... i do tend to watch X more from his streams though in my defence, and hes the watchthrough im planning after i finish catching up with doc tbh. Not skipping his though cause ive already seen a lot of his base so theres not much that feels all that much of a spoiler. Plus i cant miss out on any Xisuma content <3 also to mention, i would love to be able to draw X one day but,,, i cant draw armour. One day o7 back to the topic of the tour though! I love the vibes and palette and everything hes going for this season! Its so structural and i just love the aztec inspiration! Its very natural and overgrown and its just amazing and impressive. X is just always just so delightful :] i honestly love his storage too with the walls of shulkers and all the colours and everything, and all the sorting and stuff its so cool. X does just so much impressive, i envy his organization especially. Honestly such a delightful person and i always love tuning into his streams and videos alike, and hopefully i finish my doc binge so i can watch xisumas season 10 episodes finally cause im really looking forwards to them in particular! He definitely doesnt give himself enough credit as a builder (a common theme among some hermits sadly). I love all the farms and stuff! I really want to get more into farming and stuff in general personally cause i love automation in any way i can, ive just yet to learn it for minecraft. The Golia copper machine is so cool?? I remember the big aging machine from i think last season, where it spread all the stuff out and brought them together when it was aged or something? Idk i love copper farms even if they are a little less useful now... x is just so cool and delightful :]

Wels: Tbh i know very little about welsknight, hes a pov i dont watch and one that doesnt really interact with my main povs, but hes a very pleasant individual! i really like his build and can appreciate a man with a distinct aesthetic! the silhouette and shapes of the castle is really nice! its just a very solid base :]

Beef: i dont watch beef personally but i did see quite a bit of him at the start of the season through... a certain unnamed perspective that i watched when the server first started, and also because he does show up through some other povs i watch too! He's a really nice guy and its always lovely when he stops by other povs :] i really do like how hes done his base this season with the big open farm, hes done it well!

Hypno: Another hermit i really dont know well, for similar reasons to welsknight, since he didnt really do a tour theres not as much i can say because i really dont know much of anything about him, to be honest. his base is really cozy though! ive only ever seen his exteriors as people fly past/over his base, but its really cozy and warm! ive always been a fan of pink and brown together in general :]

False: another hermit i dont know all that much, admittedly, but another lovely member of the server, i also dont really know what shes been up to this season, but i really like it! The colours, texturing, and shapes are all really interesting! I love the industrial underbelly, its so interesting and cool! False is actually another hermit i really would like to check out at some point! I love the vibes :] I also love the little hints of lore! the trees and terrain is also very nice! id like to see more of what shes been working on! if any false fans see this feel free to hit me up id love to know more abt her and all that!

Jevin: another hermit i dont know very well but i do see him on some other hermits streams sometimes and he is also a very good vibe when hes around! ive never seen his base before but i really love the enchanted forest! never get enough of those. plus the ambience and sounds are so unsettling and its just so cool. i love the palette and its very interesting! I love how dark and moody it all is, theres a really nice atmosphere to everything hes done so far!

And obviously finally the shopping district, what a lovely mishmash of all the hermits and their building styles and its all so lovely. Absolutely loved this video even though it took me like two whole days to get through. im so excited to watch more of these povs that ive gotten new interest in, not to mention the reminder that im only caught up on one of my three favourite hermits, im really overdue a few proper binges, huh?

If anyone actually did read all of these little blurbs thanks so so much for bearing with me, I know I definitely gave some hermits a little more time to talk about than others, and i feel bad for the first few because i may not have gone in depth about how i felt about them as i may have if theyd been later on, but i dont want to worry about revising all my thoughts on everything, this has already been a massive little project for me to basically journal these thoughts as i watched and i dont have the time to do it all over again lmao.

I love each and every hermit so so much for all they do, and im so glad grian did this mid-season tour so we could get a full look of the server all in one place! its lovely to get to see all the work everyone is putting in and how everything is coming together, i know theres always so much from the seasons before this i watched that i still know next to nothing about, so its really cool to get to look at it all!

Thanks for joinin me for this essay of thoughts and ramblings if you took the time, again i really do appreciate it! lmk what yall thought too im so curious to learn so much more that i may have missed in my watchthrough :]

o/

[princepoisoner]

princepoisoner dune fancast

dont get on my case too hard i dont know that many actors

casting we're keeping the same

oscar isaac leto, bill skarsgard vladimir

paul atreides - paul mcgann

he has a face that i really strongly buy as both created from years on years of inbreeding and aristocracy AND being grown in a lab. the issue with maclaughlan is that he was too lab grown and not eggish enough and chalamet was too eggish and not lab grown enough. mcgann strikes the perfect balance. and it tickles me when actors play characters that have the same name as them

chani - n'bushe wright

there are very few pictures of my diva on the internet but she plays doctor karen in the blade movies and she is really Really good in those. she was mostly in not very popular action movies.

irulan - jennifer mcconoley

i imagine irulan having a very youthful baby face despite being a groan adult and so my liv tyler from wish labryinth bad bitch is thee perfect model for that. put her in a 30in platinum lacefront and white contacts and we have our diva!!!!

feyd rautha - bjork's daughter

mozart im pretty sure this is exactly how you draw him. i think casting frh as a nepo baby is kind of perfect.

lady jessica - susan sarandon

if you havent seen the hunger 1983 please watch that movie. it has lesbians and peter murphy in it. anyway in my dune adaptation we lean way more into the princess diana thing she has going on

piter - bethenny frankell

to prepare her for the role im just gonna have her read dune and then give her a bunch of poppers and let her start talking idc

gurney halleck - laurence fishburne

i think he made a really good jack crawford him and mads were like the only 2 good actors in nbc hannibal LOLLLL. i feel like if he brought that same kind of energy it would be really good

duncan idaho - david bowie but when he was old

i honestly dont care about bowie's music that much but he's a really really good actor. almost every bowie film i've seen has been amazing. i dont know much about duncan just yet but i feel like this once-handsome very british face suits him.

yee jee tso - yueh wellington

he played chang lee in the doctor who tv movie and i think chang lee and his nasty perm r highly underrated. i wish we knew like, anything about him. anyway he's been in a couple other sci fi films and i like his galvanized steel square head

bene gesserit mother (? I DONT RMEMEBER HER NAME) - janet fielding

not a lot of pictures of her with her fuckass bob but trust we are keeping this haircut. watch kinda and youll get what i mean by this casting.

last but not least: the nebrie from the dark crystal as shai hulud

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[dirtyoldmanhole]

i was perusing wikipedia for historical gothic architecture similar to nohr's vibe (since not all gothic horror is equal); thistle chapel seems like a pretty metal and visually striking similar edifice considering the dark/black interiors mixed with the golden hue and the dramatic lighting mixed with the signature pointed arches.

(imagine anankos' mask and sun/moon motifs on the ceiling like iago's golden half mask, reminding the viewer there's always somebody more powerful watching. shit would be so creepy.)

but you know a cool visual/architectural element nohr would definitely have that i haven't seen in fanworks? labryinths.

tell me this shit isn't straight out of a nohrian dragon's blood ceremony.

apparently a ton of chapels/cathedrals/castles had labyrinths (walking through them was meditative) - imagine these under anankos-faces, for one. but take it a step further and imagine krakenburg castle deliberately built as a labyrinth to loose the unwary permanently in its depths....

mages dissapearing people who get lost, or setting traps/evesdropping parallel corridors..... the throne room at its centre and most defensible point..... even just as a visual motif for metaphor or background design element, you could get a nutty amount of mileage with this.

[crest-of-gautier]

WE FUCKING GOT IT!!!!! after three hours i have 100%'d the group date cafe!

unfortunately, i think i was the one eating dirt from making yosuke into my destined partner... (though tbh i wasn't expecting much, it's yosuke, he was being yosuke and i'm not surprised, though it does make me wonder if he exhibits the same behavior to souji).

in any case, some notes about the second item that we got from the end of the dungeon... it won't be that coherent i'm still processing da information...

i have to say i was REALLY surprised with rei's reaction to zen opening the chest... like honestly that whole dialogue exchange was so intriguing to me! honestly, too intriguing, that i feel that i'll need a few days to process, let it sit, you know the deal.

the way where the items at the end of each labryinth trigger some form of memories to zen (but seemingly none for rei, albeit... rei's "memories" seem to be more gut reactions coming back than actual tangible information)... it really interests me!

i find it very interesting that zen mentions that the items belong to rei (niko the rabbit, as well as the toy ring). i'm going to operate on the assumption that what zen said is true because... to me, if you're amnesiac and slowly getting your memories back... i don't really see any reason to lie about it? if anything i'd imagine the other way to handle it would be to withhold the revelations you got (and ofc some other way of reacting that im probably not thinking of at the moment).

with this in mind, it makes me ask a few questions...

how did rei's belongings end up in the depths of the labryinths?

what is the significance of keeping these items tucked away and protected by the guardians? does zen and/or rei regaining their memories pose some threat to the state of the world/this distortion? (we know that it's finite, that's what margaret said) (i almost think that rei getting her items back could possibly heal the distortion, but not before zen and rei have a sob story once they both get their memories back? idk man i don't have much to work with)

the way in which rei reacted in this scene really struck me... i know i said that earlier but. damn. here's my livereact from obsidian because i was so. shocked. it felt really? refreshing? to see rei emote in such a way. but also mildly terrifying because she's been like " YAY FOOD! wait did you mean this food? (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ" for most of the game so far. like holy shit.

rei's outburst is... a lot to take in, i do think that it gives some credence to my trains of thought that, hey! zen might be part of some kind of terrifying entity/the one that's created this distortion, if rei had such a reaction here. it really makes me curious how much emotion these next two items will stir up. will rei say more emotionally charged things? what other cryptic information will zen reveal?

i do like this direction though- that it's possible that even if zen desires to protect rei, and take responsibility for her wellbeing, zen pre-memory loss might've caused rei great suffering. it's a fun flavor!

i do feel that i tend to fixate on the question of "what is zen" a lot more than "what is rei," but. i think seeing that these items supposedly belong to her... and that elizabeth mentions that you wouldn't normally find living humans here... hm. i almost want to say that she's dead and that she died before the events of the game?

i liked that when chie saw the ring- she noted that it was a toy ring and that it's something you'd find at fairs. so it made me think back to the theme-ing of this world- how it's a cultural festival. i'm still not entirely certain of the significance but maybe it's something that rei wanted to see? or maybe she died here? idk. i don't really have a way to intuit rei's cause of death if she's... well, dead, but. i'm. definitely interested in seeing if there's (future) information i can use to figure this out.

OH and one last thing- i think it'd be interesting if whenever zen and rei get their memories back, they leave the party or are forced to by god knows what. unfortunately i don't think they'd do that because zen and rei, gameplay-wise, are the low-maintenance characters, but!! i'd love to be proven wrong (but i'd still enjoy them leaving the party lololol)

in any case!!! this was a good session of pq. i definitely want to play more and see what the other labryinths have to tell because i need more information in order to speculate. i think im at least 40% done with the game :D and it'll probably take me another 35 hours at minimum to finish this game, i think?

[marinerainbow]

Oh my God Kitty in ToonTown, the ultimate Alice in Wonderland AU.

She falls through that tunnel Eddie drives through and lands in a world where ecerything has a face and won't give her proper directions. Come to think of it, a 1980s style ToonTown would have Ralph Bakshi and Don Bluth creations so Kitty's wonderland would look more like Labyrinth 😂

Ooooohhhh my god!!!! Ok ok ok. I love Labryinth so much! Imagining a Labryinth AU with WFRR and Kitty as Sarah! We need to talk about that sometime.

But back to the Kitty in Toontown AU. Who would be the Queen of Hearts? Judge Doom I guess? And Alice going off on the queen; I can totally see Kitty yelling at Judge Doom like that. Though she doesn't need to grow bigger to gain that courage XD

And Kitty interacting with Don Bluth's and Ralph Bakshi's creations! That ought to be something. I'm more familiar with Don Bluths work than Ralph's, but I have heard of some of his films... And oh boy 😅

[lesbigayvamppyy]

Alright with the date of the legend of Zelda movie announced here’s my movie opinions what I’m personally hoping to see.

I really really want to see. Ocarina of time adapted, I think it has the best story and it lends itself to the big screen, it has the creation story with the goddesses which in my opinion would be the perfect start to the film and them making the triforce it practically lends itself to the big screen. The music and the ocarina those scores are so cinematic and fit the big screen so well in my opinion! Links pain and failure from stopping Ganon at the midway point, the childhood lost, just everything the bond between Link and Zelda just lends itself to the screen so well. The quest and the hero’s journey of it all truly a cinematic adventure.

The movie should not have meta humor, it should feel in world to Zelda and feel like another world entirely, I want lots of magic and sorcery at play just want to feel very mystical, no meta humor your mom jokes, and please do not do the excuse me princess thing, just make it feel like Zelda, there can be situational humor but there should absolutely not be any meta humor, think more Lord of the rings, Legend , Star wars , Harry Potter , Pirates of the Caribbean in tone.

I’m hoping it looks like an 80s fantasy movie, Ridley Scott’s legend, Labryinth, imagine Ganon but done in the style of Legend, that would be incredible, I’m hoping it shoots on location and it has practical effects, miniatures, the works. Think Harry Potter look but more magical I’m hoping visually it’s very vivid again like those 80s fantasy movies very rich color palette, also Zelda has very scary elements they should lean into those like the Redeads and the Skulltulas and the Poes and the stuff with people being half Skulltula lean into those weirder elements Ocarina of time on the surface seems so happy but there’s something sinister brewing and a weirdness I think they should tap into that, again like 80s fantasy just does this really well.

Link and Zelda in my opinion should be unknowns and I want adult Link and Zelda, it’s more refreshing and there’s more they can do, less stories about teenagers please so you could do young Link and Zelda than for the timeskip in Ocarina of time just age them up, also Link should look like Titantic Leonardo DiCaprio or River Phoenix since when making Ocarina of time that’s who he was based on now if they did go with someone known Timothee looks the most like Link and I think he could kill it slap some blonde hair and a green hat on and you got Link. But I want unknowns, Charlie Plummer is my personal pick for Link and Hunter Schaffer is my pick for Zelda but if not them go fully unknown cast some person who hasn’t been in ALOT of things let them be talented and the movie is so good it makes them stars. Link should absolutely wear the green outfit because it is iconic that’s Link! And the hat we need the damn hat.

If they don’t adapt Ocarina of time than I want the story of the first Link and Zelda like that manga that was released but isn’t canon something like that would lend itself well maybe a prequel down the line. I think Ocarina could be a 2 part movie, him changing to adult Link halfway through the first one. I think the dungeons are the trickiest parts to adapt and maybe an Indiana Jones style puzzle would really work well, you obviously can’t show them all so adapting around it I think is important.

The music: no needle drops I’m sorry this is not the franchise for that more like an epic score, ocarina music already lends itself well to the big screen so making those bombastic scores come to life I think would be really special. Thinking about the temple of time and it’s music just fills me with chills maybe they could also expand on the scene were Link gets trapped for 7 years but age it up so it’s even longer.

Effects: think 80s fantasy again I go back to legend and the look of that movie, maybe for some creatures some Jim Henson style designs vs Cgi would be really cool I feel like.

Ocarina of time is one of my favorite games and stories ever and I’ve loved Zelda since Ocarina , Majoras , Windwaker , Twilight princess , skyward sword are some of my favorite games of all times, I think Zelda can absolutely be a franchise but not in the conventional sense more so you have 2 movies maybe adapting Ocarina of time and then maybe you could do a Majora film and then you do a Windwaker animated film or a twilight Princess live action, I think it would just be myths and legends and like the games maybe it’s loosely related or it’s a descendant of Link but that’s it. So I think this could really work, what I don’t want to see is some bullshit Link comes to our world or he is from our world ala Mario that would not work, I also think Link should talk he should have a personality, he does in the manga and in some games you can see his expression, so give him more personality he’s no longer a player insert I also want this in the games moving forward give him more character so the debate of if he should be silent or not I’m team he should talk.

Link being one of my favorite characters of all time , he’s like a Luke skywalker character for me, someone I grew up with, just you’re classic hero, when I was exploring hyrule I felt like I was Link going on this grand adventure just the world was so exciting and mystical and fun some of my favorite childhood memories, going on this hero’s journey. Someone who is so cool, who embodies being a hero. I wonder if they would expand a little bit on him that might be nice learn more about his parents like in the manga the mom dropping him off by the Deku tree.

Zelda is one of my favorite characters as well one thing I love about Zelda and ocarina of time is Zelda isn’t just some damsel in distress yes she has to get rescued but she actually helps Link she Disguises as Sheik and takes her own agency, she also has amazing outfits, the bond Link and Zelda should be the emotional crux of the film I really like how the manga showed them meeting young then as adults that could be something very cool and sad to explore. They could expand on Zelda as well have scenes were her dad isn’t listening to her about Ganondorf and then Link shows up and you get that scene. There’s a lot they can do!

I love Zelda it’s probably my favorite video games series as a whole, and I’m hoping this movie does this amazing game Justice.

[bowieandqueen11]

Move the Stars / Jareth x Reader

Request: Could I request a jareth x fem reader where she doesn't think she deserves him but he proves her wrong? 

and: I really need a Jareth x female! Reader in which he asks her to stay with her at the labyrinth and she agrees and the slowly fall in love!!!

Thank you @everything-you-dont-wanna-be​ for sending this and my dear anon friend in it’s so cute, I didn’t realise Jareth would be so popular!! <3 Also I’ve had a few anons asking for this one, so sorry it took so long, but I dip in and out of fandoms so often and come to and fro in liking things/ having a passion for different fandoms. I know it’s frustrating, and I’m sorry about that, but it’s just who I am as a person! <3 

‘My princess, my love, I don’t often reveal my heart so humbly, but I can’t hide my will any longer. I’ve been watching you for a while. I know your likes, your dislikes, your passions and dreams’, Jareth pauses, revealing a ball showing a beautiful garden swirling in mist which he had hidden cloaked in his cape, ‘and I’ve created a whole world just for you in my kingdom.’

‘You are no girl fitted to a life of caring for their little brother. Come with me, be my queen, and I will move the stars, the whole entire galaxy for you. All I ask, is for your heart in return,’

Your hand shakes slightly as you raise it, panic but hints of manic glee making your heart thud heavily against your chest as you say, ‘I’m scared, I’m so scared.’

‘It’s only forever, dear one.’

Slipping your soft fingertips in between his leather gloves, he smirks at you as the room begins to swirl and tumble before your eyes.

You wake up, scrambling to your feet, your mind racking itself to remember how you arrived here, but your dreams escaped you. Your eyes flicker open, gazing over the beige, cloudless horizon to fall upon the dewy, crunchy grass that lies underneath your elbows and feet. Trees surround your vision as far as you can see, some with leaves of a dark green that shone in the sun like silver, and from each of their countless flowers a dew of silver light was falling with its fluttering leaves. Others were younger, full of a lighter green with veins of burning gold, clustering flames that spilled like rain upon the soil. The blossoms open as if each flower was a book, a tale of eons passed of dedication, of love and care and dedication -  it was a love story built only for the purest, and most special of hearts.

‘Do you like it? I made it all for you. You deserve such beauty, y/n. Everything here has been so twisted and dark, so beige and empty of joy and beauty and delight, but with you here, ruling by my side, perhaps we can turn this world around once and for all. I hope I’ve lived up to your expectations of me.’

Coming up behind you, he smirks lightly as you smile, not noticing his hand slip down and intertwine with your fingers, tightening their grasp as you gasp softly, not noticing him admire your plump lips.

‘I-I don’t deserve all this, Jareth. I don’t deserve this place, or your throne, or your love.’

‘Oh my dear, I beg to differ. In fact, you’re the only one I will ever allow to own my heart. I shall come back to visit you tomorrow, and then I shall show you that you are the only light in this dim world, dear y/n, and then perhaps you will love me as I love you.’

When he comes to visit your chamber in the morning, the light streaming through the wide open windows in gold rays that bathe your four poster bed in light, his heels clicking against the cold black tile of the floor, his heart aches to see you slumped against the pillows, your eyes beginning to cloud with little dew drops as he looks down on your shivering form, begging himself to come up with some way to alleviate your pain.

Kneeling down next to your frame, he gives you a smile as gentle as he can muster, raising a hand to brush against your cheek as you offer him a quivering smile.

’Don’t cry my dear, you are safe here, and you are loved.’

’I’m not crying because I’m sad, Jareth, I’m crying because I never want these moments to end.’

Your head follows him as he stands up again, hands on his hips and a bright beam on his face. Turning slightly, you look on in confusion as he holds his hand out to you, bowing formally and dramatically, glitter raining down from his hair and onto your lap. As you reach out and place your palm flat against his, a smile tugging at your lips, his fingers wrap tightly against yours before sliding in between them, his knuckles almost white against the effort. You’re not expecting the force with which he pulls you snug against his chest, your shoulders bumping together and hips hitting off one another before melting together, his arm snaking expertly around your waist as he begins to hum a soft, rustic and ancient melody that echoes around the chamber, his feet starting the guide the two of you to the music in a long familiar dance.

He raises your intertwined hands up to his side, nestling his head further against yours and just closing his eyes in bliss as he spins the two of you round in a tender and loving move, just revelling in the feeling of his thumb stroking against the arch of your back and the way your hips sway into his. The way his hair tickles against your forehead, or the warmness of your breath as it brushes like sun rays against the goosebumps that send shivers rolling down his body. He dips you, a distant and satisfied smile on his face as he looks down at you, before he leans down to meet your own fervent kiss, whispering against your lips as you frustratingly pull apart, ‘I have been waiting for this all my life, Y/N. You’re stuck with me now, and your never leaving my side again.’

[justafairytailofinnocence]

The world within our own dreams. Chapter 1.

Set 36 years after the original film. A young, autistic historian, y/n, can't help but daydream every day and every night. Within her own world, she doesn't fit in. No one understands her, her dreams, her visions, her voice, her imagination. Every person she's speaks to, she feels like an utter alien. So? What happens when she finds a book? A world beyond her imagination. Something beyond her comprehension where her fantasies come to life. However, there is a catch. She meets the king of the realm. In the midst of it all, she is met with an incautious fate. She must complete his labryinth, win his game, and set her heart free from her own irony. Or else—she is trapped forever.

A/n: Hi there! I haven't written in a while. So in celebration of me seeing the film in cinemas, have a fanfic. Please feel free to comment, and leave feedback!

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When you think of dreams, you often picture visages playing throughout your mind as you sleep or zone out. Many dreams can come in different forms. Whether it be succession, fame, fortune, or love. We dream it all. The beauty of dreams is that you get lost in them; reality is a façade, and your fantasy is yours to mould. Very few are dreamers, very few can capture their dream as a reality. Artists and writers are exceptional; they can project their dreams through sketches, paintings, literature and stories. Dreamers have been around for generations, including this very peculiar girl whose odder than odd. Her dreams are different than most; compared to your average Joe dreaming of the next best thing, she dreams of the following best creature. Her intentions are unusual, despite her wonted appearance. She dreams endlessly. Forever.

A shining light gleamed below in the forest of Eden. Lush vineyards, dense vegetation, and rich greens coloured the woodlands. The sound of water flowed down into the pristine lake. The water was so clear that you could see many creatures swirling around in a dance. It was rumoured this forest was forbidden from any humankind, and only those with the ability to create may enter. Within the lush, mystical fog-like mist that glittered in faery magic appeared a young creature. She gently stepped out, carrying a wooden bow carved from the ancient forest’s wisest tree, a tree so old that its branches could reach the stars and moon. Her lower half was that of a deer, a doe, her legs so graceful, she was agile in her movement. She wore a gleaming white gown with jewels dangling from her antlers. Her eyes gently watched for any sign of evil. She was the princess of this land; the land of the fae she swore to protect. Her face paint covered her true identity, markings earned from the native old elven folk. She placed her bow on the lush ground and smeared the face paint away, revealing her true form. She gracefully leapt from her stance and began twirling around, dancing within the luscious land as light beams shone through, small creatures flying around her. Here, she was free. Here she was—her.

She jumped.

“Y/n”.

She twirled.

“Y/n”.

She spun.

“Y/N!”.

And like that, reality came crashing down.

“Y/n, are you done with those reports? We have a deadline; we need those descriptions before those artefacts are shipped in after inspection.”

A young woman, presumably, caught herself in a daze. She stared at the older woman talking down at her. The ticking of the clock passing by made it seem as though months had just passed by. Y/n ran her hand through her soft, hair sitting at just the base of her collarbone.

“I- No, I haven't finished the reports—” she spoke gently. She had always been gentle; she could never shout even when angry. She hated when people shouted; the sound disturbed her and looped in her mind.

“Well, while you were staring at the wall, I’ve been trying to cover for you; you know I can’t always buy you more time.”

Y/n stared at her work colleague with a confused, dreamy gaze. Her eyes were half open, like the lights were on, but no one was home. Daisy, Y/n’s work colleague, had always been there for her, even when she needed it most; she wasn’t a friend per se. They both worked at the same museum for some time, Daisy for five years and Y/n only—for a few months. Which doesn’t seem like much, but Y/n did try to make things work. The thing is, Y/n was the type of worker who didn’t stick out like a sore thumb; you would know her name, think she’s polite, and that’s it. She shared very few things with many, and those who knew her, knew she would like to spurt out information about history: medieval, pirates, Victorian, the eighteenth century and so forth, even if they didn’t ask for it. She was a rather creative writer, writing in her own time but never revealing what she wrote. Other than that, her colleagues, Daisy included, thought she was an eccentric, polite girl. Those on the outside, y/n claimed in her mind, saw her as an alien, foreign to many of their gestures or social communication.

Sometimes, she ignored what the others thought of her, and other times, it bothered her.

“I know the shipment is from an old shipwreck, a part of an eighteenth-century full-rigged galleon that sailed with the East Indian Trading Company in 1730, a trading ship. It had massive main and topgallant sails, strong enough to carry winds; the artefact—in question—was a spyglass, presumably stolen from the captain, brazen and approximately seventy-five centimetres in length, also presumed based by the look of the spyglass, which had pinches of gun powder, it would’ve been assumed they blew up from the captain’s foolishness, drunk, or—three sheets to the wind as they say. The ship was lost—“.

“What was the cause,” Daisy asked. She knew Y/n was very smart in terms of history, but rather slow when doing tasks. She was easily distracted and tardy.

“Pirates.” She stated.

“Pirates?” Daisy asked.

“Mhm, that’s the only way they would’ve sunken the ship, a projectile cannonball shooting at eight hundred meters.”

Y/n was expecting Daisy to look wide-eyed, but by now, she seemed more impressed at Y/n’s remembrance of this information.

“Ok, well, I’m tired anyway, so we should clock out for the night. It’s six-thirty, and I want a warm bath and dinner.” Daisy smiled at the thought.

Y/n nodded. At least she could head to her sweet, ambient, scented room, where she could laze around and do as she pleases.

Just as Y/n was clearing her computer desk, surrounded by papers, Daisy’s eyes caught sight of a minor, posted note. The posted note had a name, a name and the dress's colour, along with lines pointing to attributes. She didn’t think much of it. Instead, she watched as Y/n tidied her small desk. As Y/n caught sight of the posted note, her eyes caught on to Daisies. Y/n didn’t mind it; they would question or dismiss it. It was mainly for Y/n’s writing purposes, nothing more than that. “Still can’t believe you're twenty-three; I mean, it seemed like only yesterday you were twenty-two.”

Y/n politely smiled at the comment, “Twenty-three still ongoing, still counting the days until I’m middle-aged.”

“Pfff, you’ve still got a long way to go, dear; let me tell you that, until you get aches and pains, you’re still a baby.” Daisy smiled, her red lips curling into a smirk.

Y/n grabbed her bag, sliding it across her shoulder. Down the side, it carried a small fluffy trinket in the form of an odd creature. Daisy and Y/n exited from the office, heading down the staircase to the main museum’s entrance, although they needed to clock out. Y/n headed out first since she clocked out the fastest. She waited by the main staircase entrance, passing by the different artefacts—artefacts from Ancient Egypt, Rome, Greece, the Aztecs, Asia, and many more.

Y/n was always fascinated by them, but few took the time to examine them in depth, as Y/n has. Despite loving history, she admits, she was adrift about anything modern.

Y/n waited by the museum's main entrance, seeing many colleagues bid her farewell. She didn’t pay any attention to those she didn’t speak to. They dismissed her. It happens more than you think. As y/n describes herself, ‘an alien from another planet’.

As she smiled, farewelling her colleagues. Something caught her eye; outside the window; a bird sitting on the wall. She looked around, turning her head, and saw if anyone else could see it—apparently not. It was rather unusual. She hadn’t seen many birds out this late. Curious, she stepped closer, trying to catch sight of its breed. Animals always fascinated her; even in her spare time, she studied them. To her astonishment, she was stunned. A Barn Owl? You see, where she lived in Australia, Barn owls weren’t entirely native. The Barn Owl’s beady black eyes stared at her, turning its head and inspecting her. Its plumage beneath was pristine white, and the plumages above shared a beautiful brown colouring. Y/n turned her head in turn, mimicking its movements. How odd; where did you come from? Did you migrate here?

“Y/n, I’m ready, let’s go,” Daisy said, interrupting Y/n’s gaze.

“Oh! Yes, yep, of course.” Y/n said, snapping out of it.

“Just a quick question: do owls normally live here?”

“An owl? Depends on the type; why do you ask.”

“An owl is sitting on the wall over there.” She pointed out, though, the owl was—gone?

“What, all I see is a wall.” Daisy couldn’t see anything, only the dark field with a wall.

“I swear I saw—never mind, I’ll catch up later; I’m heading home,” Y/n said, waving to Daisy. The incident was not crazy or necessary, but it was still odd. No matter, no harm done.

She wandered to the parking lot outside; it was dark, so she kept clicking her keys to use the car lights to see through the dark. Y/n stepped into her car; her car wasn’t massive, but it was at least good enough to get her around. She needed to clean the outside, though, something she keeps forgetting. After she got inside, she tossed her bag in the passenger seat, turned on the ignition, switched on high beams and went off. Driving through the dark abyss despite there being street lights up ahead. Y/n always liked driving at night; she got to play the music she liked and zone out. Letting her dreams run wild. As the song's melody played, she entered her visage within her fantasy. She imagined herself on the moon, wearing strange make-up marked in white, as she wore a flowing, alien-like gown draped with gravity around her. She pictured herself twirling around, spinning to the sound of the beat; in her mind, she could dance. The silks flowed elegantly as she held her arms in the air, jumping around; gravity could not pull her down. She kicked and twirled on one leg and swung her arms. She felt like an eccentric ballerina, performing a kooky jive. Her eyes were pure white as she spun, the stars illuminating the night sky twinkling as she spun by them. She was the alien that belonged; she was on her planet, preparing to ascend into the heavens. However, she stopped as something interrupted her gaze.

HONK!

Y/n awoke from her daze, seeing the green light. The car behind her beeped once more. “Sorry, sorry”, Y/n said apologetically, putting her hand up. She pushed the pedal and tried her best not to make eye contact. There you go again, y/n, zoning out. She thought.

She sped up, trying to maintain speed, when a buzz came through her phone—a text from her boyfriend, Jason. She couldn’t answer it; for the time being, she needed to keep driving. Jason had always supported her, accepting and fun to be around; even though he didn’t make sense to many people, he understood her. He was by her side, for the better or worse, even if it took time for Y/n to warm up. She met Jason some time ago, and throughout their college days, he developed an innocent crush on her. With that, Y/n accepted him, and from then on, they’d both been video chatting and going on dates for a year. Even though y/n admitted she wasn’t very good at romance, she found trying to be mushy rather annoying, and the idea of kissing was initially weird. When she watched couples in movies or real life, it felt inspiring and romantic. When she does it, it is…an experience. The feeling was somewhat slimy and soft. But she was willing to try, to please Jason.

Y/n, once more, daydreamed; however, that shortly lasted as she made it home. She pulled into the suburban streets and parked at her house by the bins down her driveway. Getting out, she felt the cool air’s breeze brush past her face. Gazing up, she could see the moon in full clear view and the stars above her. She could stay out here forever and gaze at the moon, imagining herself up there.

Y/n walked to the front door, pushing the silver key inside the slot and unlocking it. She turned the handle and entered inside, feeling the warm air. Inside, she saw the same photos and paintings of her cat and two dogs; on the side were the sliding window doors and the dining table in the middle. She entered, placing her bag on the dining table and trailing down the stairs to put her black slip-on shoes in the garage. Eventually, she entered her room, full of merchandise from movies, books, figurines, and little compasses she acquired online. She hung her bag up on the door handle, grabbed her phone, and saw a message that read. ‘Hey, how was work? Are you up to going on a date tomorrow? I got you flowers; I couldn’t get roses, but the florist said these orchids are prettier.’

She texted back, ‘Oh, thanks. You didn’t have to. You should save your money. I’m fine with just going on the dates.’

A small text popped up ‘…’ as he was typing. Finally, a ding!

‘I want it to be special 😊 because you’re my girl, beautiful.’ Y/n’s pink lips curled into a small smile; she couldn’t help; he was charming.

‘Ok, I’ll tell you all about the newest exhibition coming in tomorrow on our date, 7:30?’ Y/n typed in.

In minutes, another ding popped up. ‘Sure, sounds good; I’ll see you then, my rubi-rino 😊.’ 

She put my phone down. She needed to shower, have dinner, and hopefully, her sister or brother would return home before midnight. Y/n looked inside her drawer, pulling out a long pair of fluffy, pyjamas. She loved the feeling of softness; it was a sensation that calmed her and made her feel comforted. Now, all that was left was eating dinner, putting her headphones on, listening to music and sleeping. She had to fill that massive report for the upcoming exhibition. However, for now, she will ignore it; she had a bad habit of crossing work and home together; she knows to keep working at work and home for home; it didn’t help most nights, staying up worried she said the wrong thing or getting judged by doing the task the wrong way.

Y/n walked out to put on her pyjamas in the bathroom. It was rather medium-ish, with a bath, toilet, sink, cabinet, and a shower—her favourite. She loved showering; the scents of the soaps made her feel joyous. She was very sensitive to smell; anything wrong would require her to leave. She undressed, slipped into the shower, and focused on the hot water. She imagined it was a waterfall, one where she could bathe. The mirror’s reflection showed Y/n’s figure. She ran her fingers through her hair, drenched in the steam's hot water. When she finished, she dried off—slipping into her pyjamas and feeling the cozy, soft fluff that touched her skin. She shook her hands happily; this only happens when she is joyful or excited. To her colleagues at work, this was rather odd, but to her, it was the norm. She came and slid open the bathroom door, hearing a knock. This startled her; she didn’t like sudden loud noises; she covered her ears as she went to the door. As she opened it, she saw her sister, Anna, dressed in fancy attire, having come home from her boyfriend's house. She pushed through inside, looking rather tired. Y/n followed, curious about what she wanted.

Y/n wondered if they could watch a movie. She enjoyed movies, particularly fantasy ones. Oh, there was that new movie starring Mermaids! Y/n excitedly dashed to Anna, jumping as Anna put her stuff down. “Hey Llama, how are you?” Y/n joked; she loved teasing her sister and using different nicknames.

“Want to watch a movie?” she asked.

“Sorry, I’m busy at the moment,” Anna replied.

“Want to watch one in five minutes,” Y/n asked again.

“Maybe in an hour,” Anna replied.

“Ok, an hour sounds good.” However, Y/n couldn’t read Anna’s expression.

She ran excitedly to set it up in the lounge room. Despite Anna being five years younger, she acted more mature than Y/n, who acted like a child. Y/n started speaking to herself, her brain processing the information. “Yeah, we’re watching a movie. It’ll be funny. Anna will love it.”

“Mermaids, oh boy, mermaids.” She mumbled to herself excitedly. “Me and Anna watching mermaids.”

Y/n started setting up the DVD; however, as she tried to take out the movie set in the lounge room, the DVD pile knocked over. She quickly grabbed the DVDs and put them back in their original position. However, as she looked down, a movie stuck out to her. She saw the title cover ‘Labyrinth.’ She picked it up and examined it; on the cover was a set of characters, including a young woman with long brown hair and a man who wore very flamboyant, glam rock attire. She hadn’t seen this movie in such a long time; she remembered watching it as a child; it was her mother’s favourite from when she was a teenager. It was reasonably light-hearted, though; she hadn’t seen it in twenty-five years. Somehow, despite never really looking into it or researching it, this movie popped into her head occasionally. What was even weirder, was the man’s eyes, somehow it felt like they were looking directly at her. “Y/n!” Anna interrupted.

“Coming!” Y/n replied. Looking back, the cover appeared to be expected. Thinking nothing of it, she returned the DVD cover and pushed herself from the ground.

“What’s for dinner?” Anna asked, looking at the fridge.

“Uh, lasagna,” Y/n replied, looking in the fridge. “Well, I’ll go shower. Can you let the dogs outside, and I’ll heat it.”

“Ok. And then we’ll watch a movie, right?” It was almost as if Y/n had forgotten she had asked before, much to Anna’s annoyance. “You said that before, and I said in an hour.”

“How about after dinner—”.

“An hour after dinner, alright, I’m tired.”

“Ok. As long as we’re still watching a movie.” Y/n always had a habit of repeating the same topic. It would drive her family mad. Speaking of which, her parents were out for the night, having dinner.

Y/n opened the sliding door to her backyard; she eagerly looked up at the stars, envisioning the daydream she had in the car. She started to move slightly, pretending to dance as she looked at the moon. She placed the tip of her fingers over her mouth, digging her nail into her skin, picking the excess skin off. She eventually called the dogs to come inside, and as she did, she saw something in the distance. Looking back in the kitchen, she saw Anna, who was busy texting her boyfriend. Y/n’s gaze followed back to her fence. Her blue eyes adjusted to the darkness. Her eyes made out what seemed to be a bird, though not just any bird, an owl! —the same owl that watched her back at the museum!

Did it follow her? Did it somehow know where she lived? How long had it been watching her?

The odd thing was, she remembered seeing an owl, like the one on the fence with her mother, as a child. It sat on the shady part of the roof; she recalled her father grabbing a camera and taking a picture. A remarkable moment, but it made her wonder why one had decided to follow her here. Was its home here or back at the museum? And even if Y/n did sound crazy, why did it follow her here?

Just to make sure she didn’t sound coo-coo crazy, she scrambled inside and told Anna. “I saw an owl!” Y/n said firmly.

“What?” Anna said.

“An owl, not just any owl, a barn owl on the fence!” She pointed once more, making sure to follow where it exactly was. She wasn’t crazy; She wasn’t, she could see it clear as day—even if it was night. Anna narrowed her eyes at Y/n’s sheer, crazy accusation.

“A Barn Owl? Here? In Australia, in our backyard, right now.” Anna said calmly; she swept a strand of her darker brown hair away from her face.

“Yes!” Y/n said, grabbing Anna’s shoulder and pointing at thin air.

“I don’t see anything,” Anna stated.

“But I swear—this happened before—my eyes caught sight of an owl at work, sitting at the fence, and then it disappeared, and now it’s sitting at the fence.” Y/n pointed. The dark green fence covered in ivy was clear to see, but there was no Owl. Y/n was in disbelief; had she gone mad already? She knew her daydreams were one thing, but seeing things was another level altogether.

“Look, actually look.”

“Y/n, I don’t see anything; I’m tired; I’m going to bed.”

Snapping out of it, Y/n looked at her sister disappointedly. “But we were going to watch a movie.”

“Not tonight. I’m tired. Tomorrow.” Anna turned, leaving Y/n to her crazy delusion.

Y/n didn’t say anything. She respected her sister’s wishes, though she hated it when one changed their mind last minute. She looked out to the fence, seeing nothing. She sighed to herself, closing the sliding door. Y/n decided to head to her fridge, grab a glob of vanilla ice cream, and spray the chocolate ice cream all over the dessert. She didn’t care how messy it was; she would’ve cleaned it either way.

As she passed the desk, a slight breeze of cold air passed. Looking to her left, she saw the front door swing open. Sugar, Honey, Ice, Tea! She thought. I hope the dogs didn’t run out. Thankfully, they didn’t. Quickly, Y/n ran to close the front door. It must have been a windy night, but as she had recalled earlier, there was barely a gust. Perhaps she didn’t close the door properly; she did forget easily. Y/n checked the Dogs to make sure they were safe. One was medium, and the other was small enough to be mistaken for a Puppy. She patted the medium-sized one with white fur and the smaller one with black fur. She knew, at least, that the Cat was in her room asleep in her wardrobe, likely. Gazing up, she spotted something on the dining room table. She wandered over, curious.

A book? Who got a book?

She picked up the hardcover, it had no patterns or cover art, just a simple book, examining the title. She read ‘Labyrinth’. Wait isn’t that the title from that movie? Out of curiosity, Y/n flickered through the pages, her finger running across the opening lines of the book. ‘Give me the child; through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen, for my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great’.

She was perplexed. She closed the book, though, out of curiosity, she reread it. “I am mightier than my own will; I am stronger than that which my dreams do envision. I have traversed the depths of the goblin city, a challenge thou hast laid before me. Behold what I have triumphed over, all-powerful one, and lament in the presence of my greatness, for I possess the strength to reclaim my freedom.”

Whatever that means.

Y/n looked around and went to her sister's room. “Hey Anna, did you get this? It’s so cool; the words remind me of the Dark Ages. I’ve studied text passages, and this—seems to fit the description. I can’t figure out the year, it reads like a mix of modern and medieval literature, presumably 500 A.D.”

“What?” she glanced up from her bed. “I don’t know; I didn’t get it. I was at a nightclub in the city. What bookshop would be open at this hour?” Anna said baffled.

She had a point. If Anna didn’t get this, then would Y/n have? Though Y/n was at work, so how could she have this in her possession? Whatever the answer was, Y/n didn’t mind. She was happy to read a new book. “I’ll give it a read, maybe we can watch the movie after.”

“Movie?”

“You know, the one based on this book, we saw it long ago.”

“Didn’t you ask me to watch a movie five times?”.

“Yeah, but I can analyse the differences.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.” She turned over.

Y/n turned off the light in her room, muttering, “Goodnight.”

Maybe she could show her friends, send a picture to her group chat, and ask for more information, although it is rather late. They probably wouldn’t answer her on time. She decided to head to her room to read and maybe even return the book to whoever may have read it before. The book seemed relatively new—not brand new, but new enough—she wondered about its previous owner. As she entered her room, she flickered through the pages, expecting to see any properties or authors, at least a trademark. Nothing. She turned the book over, and there was no blurb, no summary. This was extremely weird. First, the owl, and second, the book, titled from the movie itself. If this was a coincidence, then…perhaps there was a reason for the signs. Or she’s getting paranoid. Y/n sighed to herself, thinking this was madness, despite it not. She knew she had seen the owl; that was real, even though she had dismissed the thought, and now, weird things were happening.

She opened the book and stood in front of the mirror, seeing her reflection. Behind her was the reflection of her room, the only normal thing that she’d seen. She opened the book, and a strange sensation swirled around her, like what felt like a breeze. The breeze picked up as Y/n heard a whisper, causing her to drop the book in response. The pages flickered through, chapter upon chapter until it landed on one. Y/n, curious, picked up the book. Her finger landed on a peculiar paragraph. She read it out loud, in front of the mirror. “My life is fulfilled by thine stance; I dare challenge my own freedom for the deed you have taken. I contest for the freedom you've seized, ready to dare my existence to clash with yours; I accept thy challenge, royal kindred, for I shall reach beyond the goblin city unto the castle, to thy grail, to earn back my freedom.”

Thinking nothing of it, Y/n glanced up, preparing to place the book aside and head to bed. However, something happened as she looked into the mirror. Her bedroom reflection faded, swirled and turned into a whole new world. Looking closely, her mouth slightly gaped. She was bewildered. She waved her hands in front of the mirror, thinking it was some delusion. Reality check, it wasn’t. She carefully, cautiously placed her hand through the mirror’s reflection. This-This couldn’t be possible. How—in the world— was this possible? She could reach into the mirror, like, it was a doorway. She was able to walk right through the mirror. Her foot stepped forward, feeling the warm grains of sand. She carried the book with her; she looked closely at the book and then in the mirror. She couldn’t comprehend this. She thought this was an illusion. Clearly, this was an illusion or trick! But how she was able to feel the reality of it. The sand on the ground feels so real, like sand from a desert or beach. The temperature was so warm that she thought her pyjamas wouldn’t suit this climate.

As she stepped into this new dimension, she looked back behind her. “What, what!” she gasped. The mirror was gone! No way was this happening. Did she somehow defy science by walking through a magic door? Had anyone else even remotely known of this?

Looking at her surroundings, she saw what seemed to be a wasteland, nothing but desert. If this was one of her daydreams, how could it feel so real? Was she still in bed? Her questions were soon put to an end when she set her sights upon a strange structure made of stone wall; Y/n presumed it was built the same way Romans, Ancient Egyptians and Ancient Greeks built their structures, using limestone, sandstone or granite. It was impressive, to say the least; it seemed more medieval considering the structure, perhaps from the eleventh or fifteenth century. Y/n wondered if she managed to somehow travel back in time. If this was the medieval period, then why is it so desolate? Shouldn’t it be thriving? Pompeii was thriving, though that ended badly.

Y/n had so many questions filling her thoughts. She needed to get back home; that report was due tomorrow, and she had a date with Jason that night. He’ll be waiting. However, what should she tell him? ‘Hey, hun, I ended up in another dimension. Save the table for me.’

She read the book, wondering if there were any answers, but it only read in riddles; even the riddles provided nothing of use. Well, except she could deduce based on the description that this was the goblin city and that the castle must be—She gazed up, seeing a massive castle in the distance; the structure was, unusual; it didn’t fit any standard of your typical medieval castle. Y/n reads more, flipping through the pages increasingly, growing impatient. “Nothing; how is there nothing about teleporting mirrors and magical books.”

She recalled the moment before she read that passage. She flickered through the book to find it, pointing her finger at it; she read, “My life is fulfilled by thine stance; I dare challenge my freedom for the deed you have taken. I contest for the freedom you've seized, ready to dare my existence to clash with yours; I accept thy challenge, royal kindred, for I shall reach beyond the goblin city unto the castle, to thy grail, to earn back my freedom.”

Nothing. That was until—

“Well, well, look whose sealed their own fate.” A sly, deep, British voice emerged from behind her.

Turning her head from the book, Y/n looked at him with surprise. He seemed familiar, like she’s seen him on that DVD cover. “How are you real?”.

“Oh~ I’m as real as the ground you're walking on, the world you're seeing so patently.” The mysterious man stepped forward. His appearance reminded Y/n of seeing those glam rock stars from the eighties, except he wore an elaborate high-collared black jacket adorned with patterns and sequins, with a billowy white poet shirt ruffled beneath. The pants he wore were tight fitted, along with knee-high black boots. His hair astounded Y/n the most; it was so wild she’d never seen anything like it, his blonde-platinum hair cascading in a spiky style that didn’t seem to sit neatly but somehow did.

 “I want to go home,” Y/n’s tone was almost demanding but still soft.

“Home? Hm, I’m afraid I can’t grant you that.” He said mockingly; he stepped closer. “Though, if you are so willing, I could give it to you.” Within thin air, his hand wrapped in a leather glove grasped an orb, a glass crystal ball. Y/n’s blue eyes widened in amazement. Suddenly, the crystal began to play an illusion. It was her, herself in her room, peacefully lying on her bed, watching her laptop, writing. “Indeed, everything within the confines of your reality is there. But, I must admit.” He took the crystal away, as Y/n glanced up. He twirled and quickly twisted the crystal ball within his hand, the weight of the ball effortlessly gliding around without falling. “Reality can be so boring, can’t it? Why not live where your fantasies can be alive.” The crystal ball then switched to view Y/n’s previous dream of her on the moon and within the forest. Out of shock, Y/n replied, “How do you know this? It’s not possible to see into one’s dreams.”

“And yet, I did” He sounded so nonchalant about the whole thing. as if he’s been through this countless times.

Y/n looked somewhat dumbfounded. Of course, the look on his face said it all; he was enjoying every bit of this.

It’s official: Y/n has lost her mind. She’s gone bonkers!

“Look at what I’m offering you, Y/n, your dreams, and believe me, this is no ordinary gift for just any girl.”

Y/n clung the book to her chest as if out of protection. She didn’t trust him. “Am I to believe I’m trapped here?”

“It’s your words, Y/n; you’ve spoken out, and I’ve heeded your request. Can’t you be so grateful for my generosity?”.

“Words? The words from that book, are you kidding me? That was not intentional.” Y/n was riled up; she couldn’t believe what this swindler was saying. Had he trapped her in this dimension just because she read something unintentionally? Honestly, this is what defines the word unfair.

“You’ve said what’s been said, and I can only grant what’s been given.”

Y/n could throw a hissy fit all she wanted, but he was right; she spoke out loud to the mirror. She challenged him, and he agreed.

“I’ll give you a chance; live freely forever in your dreams, forget your loved ones, forget about your old life or.”

“Or?”

 “Or, complete my labyrinth.”

“Labyrinth? This is your Labyrinth? I would’ve thought it was perhaps an old structure revived from an ancient city, based on the sandstone.”

He was, albeit mildly, impressed by her analysis. Though, very, mildly.

He proudly flaunted himself, feeling boastful of her interest. “You have eighteen hours to complete my labyrinth, or you shall remain here forever…”

And with that, he faded away as Y/n overlooked into the distance. “Wait, where do I start—”.

Oh, he’s gone. Of course.

Y/n turned to the city carrying the book. She was clueless, alone, and already lost. But not to worry—all she had to do was stay optimistic, resilient, and Intelligent.

If only she’d brought a bag with tools or perhaps something with snacks.

After all, Y/n’s dreams were soon turning into reality. She won’t give up; she won’t give in, and she will is stronger than she thought.

Y/n began starting to trail toward the beginning of the outer wall, carrying the book with her.

And so, the adventure begins.

chapter 2

[bowieandqueen11]

Clueless / Jareth Headcanons

Request: Hiiii! How are you? I hope you're safe and well in this crazy world we're living in ^^ I'm very very sorry for being a bother but I was wondering whether you're still writing for Jareth the Goblin King? If you are, would you pretty please write headcanons for him and reader who's romantically challenged (a.k.a. absolutely clueless in romance and just can't understand when he flirts with her)? But if you're not feeling like it, just ignore this! ^^ Have a wonderful day! 

I hope this is okay my dear @rafaelina-casillas, it’s been a while since I wrote for Jareth! <3

Comments, reblogs and requests are much appreciated!

Okay, so the first time Jareth realised something was amiss was actually the first night he had whisked you away from your home to come live with him in the Labyrinth.

He had created a special evening ball, just to welcome you to his castle and to the new life you’d be able to lead there with him. The room was bustling with couples twirling in glittering ball gowns, music filling the air along with laughter and the sound of romance - everything, Jareth thought, perfectly in place to let you know how he felt. Especially, after all, since he had been observing you in his owl form for a while now.

He had grabbed your hand in the midst of this, raising an eyebrow at you as he led his way through the crowd to the middle of the floor. Placing one of your hands on his shoulder, he gripped the other one tightly in his own and placed a hand just above your waist. 

His fingers tickled where they dug lightly into your skin, just enough to make you shiver, before you felt his warm breath just brush over the tip of your ear.

‘You look absolutely ravishing tonight.’

You only smile back at him, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek with a blush and saying a quick, ‘thank you, you look handsome too’, before taking the hand of another party goer who offers it to you, spinning away from the Goblin King’s grasp.

He just stands there for a moment, in the middle of the throne room, tapping his foot against the floor and crinkling his eyebrows in just pure dumbfoundedness.

The next time it happens is when he comes across you sitting in the library he had made for your enjoyment. You’re sitting on the window seat, elbow against the wide pane, just enjoying the sun glistening through the glass like gold and warming you on this bright day, a random book you had picked from the litter of surrounding shelves in your hand.

He comes sauntering up next to you, placing an elbow on the shelf next to your head and leaning confidently on it as if he expected this time to go any different.

He starts talking to you, asking you about the book, about your day, biting his lower lip as he keeps dipping his eyes down towards your face.

‘Would you like to join me for dinner?’

You only giggle and kick your feet from the soft cushions onto the stone floor. 

‘I have to finish my book first’, you reply, feet already leading you past his blank face and out the door towards your bedroom.

Shock is not the word he would have used, but it just about summarises the look on his face as he turns his head to watch you go.

It happens again on the stairs the next morning - he tries to place his hand on your shoulder but you just rush past him and leave him standing in a cloud of dust.

Eventually, Jareth has enough and just rushes into your bedroom one night. You’re sitting by the vanity he had made just for you, gently coming through your hair before bed and humming to yourself, when he storms into the room and kisses you.

His hands are fierce against your face, warm and tight against your cheeks as his lips press hotly against yours, releasing all the pent up emotion he had been feeling into one, singular, and incredible moment.

When he pulls away, you look a little surprised, but also very pleased, and so he makes sure to profess his undying love for you to make sure you completely understand his intentions.

[bowieandqueen11]

Jealous Jareth Headcanons

Request: Can I get some Jealous!Jareth content! ❤ thanks! 

Of course! I hope you all like the revamp of my blog <3 Also my exams are now done, so can’t wait to get back in to some requests!

Comments are much appreciated!

Jareth, bless the big idiot, but he is the least subtle person when it comes to hiding his jealousy towards you. And only towards you. You are the love of his life, and as king, he’s going to make sure that everyone in his kingdom knows this fact.

His signs of jealousy are pretty much all physical at first. When he notices you talking to someone else in the labyrinth, or during one of the masquerade balls in the throne room, his hand would grip onto his throne so tightly it leaves a crack in the wood.

He would have to look away for a moment in order to stop himself marching over there and tearing the person off of you in a very unseemly manner for a king. 

His eyes lid to the point of being completely closed as he seethes, his jaw clenching slightly an angry shadow seeming to come over his head.

He finally takes action once he’s allowed himself to simmer down slightly, raising one hand up into a fist and shouting for silence. All the dancers in their glimmering masks freeze, the music coming to a slow end as he stands up and walks towards his steps.

Your heart starts hammering as he struts down and onto the floor, striding towards the two of you with a dark flashing smirk, his boots echoing like thunder over the floor.

He steps in front of the person flirting with you, cruelty fading from his eyes as he glances devilishly down at you. Before you know it, one hand has slipped around your waist and the other has entangled with your hand.

The music starts up again as he whisks the two of you away, making sure to stamp down on their feet as he passes by/

He doesn’t say anything to you for a while, instead choosing only to dip you down and press a chaste kiss to your jaw, peppering down to your neck. He smirks against your skin before pulling away, knowing he’s left you desperate for more.

All he does, instead, is flash a smug smile and lets you go, not looking back as he strides out from the room and out towards the bedchamber.

He knows, with a sense of accomplishment, that you’ll soon be following after him.