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°•●LABYRINTH●•°

The new environment around Sarah enthralled her. She marvelled at the architecture of the village, at its population, at the object of this new adventure, and yet... none of it was enough to shake her keen awareness of Jareth's presence and proximity.

More than ever, her attention was leashed to him. And when she thought hard about why that was, she couldn't (or wouldn't) entirely pinpoint it.

Since they'd met, Jareth had claimed for himself a central role in Sarah's imagination. Before, it had been an obsession with winning, with being better than this handsome villain, proving to him that she could do all the things he taunted she could not, had tried to stop her from doing. It had been about snatching victory from underneath his perfect nose.

But it wasn't like that now. Now, the champion and the king were on the same team, and it was a dynamic neither of them were navigating with much grace.

Loathe as she was to admit any such thing, however, Jareth WAS doing a much better job at it than she. All the little (and sometimes even gentlemanly) gestures that he had begun since they'd "made up" were quickly teaching her that getting along was much more rewarding than fighting.

Flies, honey, etc.

Especially when he looked at her like that, when he stood too close, towering; the way he moved around her, gently guiding and minding her; and when he - well, he couldn't be flirting ? - when he said those unexpected, wild things that made the blood rush to her cheeks, knocked her off balance and made her uncomfortable in a way she found she might enjoy.

Before she knew it, she found herself walking closer to him, feeling safer, wanting more kernels of this strange new brand of his attention.

Her mind told her that all these must be more tactics to mess with her; more distractions she shouldnt be trusting. But the feelings in her chest begged to disagree. It was a decade later, and things were different. For better or for worse, they had been reunited in his strange home. Sarah did believe, deep down, that the reason for it was to solve this common and dire purpose.

~

The scowl Jareth had put on her face with his teasing softened when she learned that "grown-ups", too, could be wished away; not just by petulant, unthinking, selfish kids but by other, grown adults who had the capacity to mean it.

She felt a fracture in her heart with every new face they came across, and wondered what rules applied to adults who had done such a thing; who had had such little empathy or control of their words that they'd banished another human being to the unknown. It made her sick, thinking of her cynical, ignorant younger self and innocent Toby.

She knew Jareth could make the Labyrinth more difficult or easier for the runners. What governed the flow of his mercury and mercy? Could he weigh souls against Egyptian feathers?

She couldn't temper this craving, this unending lust for magical knowledge and he seemed to anticipate it because he held a leather-clad finger to her lips just as she was about to open them.

She made a helpless, funny picture: her mouth pressed to his fingers as she pouted up at him, the embers in her eyes striking to life at the show of such impolite dominance. A more sheltered eye might have found the picture obscene.

And that comment about the hayloft before he knocked on the door? It was herculean effort to school her expression into polite greeting as though he had not just made her think about the two of them in bed together, much different from the time he had nursed her back from the Taisteale's effects.

This man was driving her madder than a goblin's chicken.

And he knew it.

~

Gallagher was as much of a Virhaven gentleman as Kingsley had been, that same respect and reverence shining in his eyes as he bent over her hands.

The fact that Sarah was the champion, so respected here more than any other place... made her realize her own symbolism: That a wisher could be so sorry, so full of regret and love that she could be victorious, that that love was strong enough- not just against some awful villain who had stolen a loved one- but against the steadfast guardian of the wished-aways, who asked runners to prove their worth and sorrow, to earn back the precious thing they'd lost...

...Sarah blinked up at Jareth.

He was their protector.

It was SHE who was the villain, reformed.

~

The brewery smelled mouthwatering; bright with a hint of earthy spice, like the last days of summer.

She followed the men, side stepping the adorable piglet fulfilling his duties with zeal.

As Jareth held out the apple toward her, Sarah went wide-eyed. Her mortal manners had her reach out to take it, but she realized half way through that there was much, much more meaning in this.

She met his intense gaze and knew exactly what he was doing.

For a moment, they were standing in the ruins of his tower, him in that white feather cloak she had so often dreamed of, and her in that wrinkled, baggy, poet's shirt she couldn't bring herself to put in the donation box.

A girl, not entirely understanding his offer.

His eyes, back then, had frightened her. Immature dreams swirled in his crystal.

Jareth hadn't wanted her to win, and it had nothing to do with whether she deserved Toby back or how much she had meant those first words to the goblins.

Jareth hadn't wanted her to leave at all. Jareth didn't want her to leave now.

And Sarah wasn't afraid.

She deliberately took the apple from his hand as Gallagher continued the conversation before heading off.

A few quiet moments went by.

“I should warn you, Sarah,” Jareth said to her, raising his head from the vat and glancing in her direction, “The man we are about to visit is a supercilious, cantankerous old podge, but he is the foremost expert in the Labyrinth. Excepting myself, of course.”

He took the final bite of his own apple with unhurried grace, and was about to let it fall from his fingers onto the floor when, after considering for another moment, he wrapped it within a handkerchief and placed it carefully in his pocket.

Sarah took note.

“He may ask you questions that are uncomfortable, but you are not beholden to answer them.” He walked a little closer, his expression no longer quite so teasing. He considered her.

“It would, of course, help if you did. This situation goes beyond anything we have experienced before. I would say that I am worried, but that would be an impossible notion.” He smiled a bit for her, in his teasing way, but it did not reach his eyes. He gestured to the apple in her hand.

“You do know that I would never truly hurt you, don’t you, Precious?” he asked quietly.

There was no questioning his sincerity and concern for the whole predicament. With a new perspective, she was realizing how lost in all this he seemed. She was beginning to understand how much he must care- about her, too. The way he watched out for her, gave her her freedom at every turn, and asked so little of her, that they might work together to heal this home.

Sarah hadn't spent the last decade trying to get back to the Labyrinth just to shy away from uncomfortable questions in it's hour of need.

"However I can help... you can count on me."

With that, she met his eyes, and took a loud, juicy, trust-filled bite of the fruit the Goblin King offered.

~

Sarah imagined that they would find Nilrem in a tall tower, weeding his guests through the use of riddles and charms.

She had been prepared to perform a ritual, to prove herself somehow... or at least look through the hollow of a hag stone. But Jareth lead her up a simple gravel path toward an unassuming, but very well kept cottage at the top of a rocky mountain they had just winnowed to.

The landscaping surrounding the facade was familiar. Tall, decorative hedges framed the home in the corners, shrinking the closer they came to the entrance and framing the driveway in a characteristic, linear manner. Small gnomes sheared the bushes with the help of giant, free-floating rulers, unhurried in their thorough work. There wasn't one fairy in sight.

Aside from the strange angle of the window and door frames, as well as the various beasties at work in the yard, it could have been a human dwelling.

They halted in front of the door. Jareth summoned a crystal bubble and blew it from his fingers. Instead of popping upon contact, it went through the door unharmed, a quiet herald of their presence.

She watched the King bounce on his heels, his arms behind his back; perhaps the most unnkingly she had ever seen him. Almost apprehensive, as he shot her a smile like she was the one that needed reassurance. A far cry from the normal apathetic, unworried confidence he usually exuded.

Noting his shift in energy, she asked, a little smugly (because Sarah knew what it was like to be nervous in front of a teacher) "Where's the brandy?"

Before Jareth could reply, the front door ceased to exist.

In it's place stood a male figure smaller than Sarah.

"Brandy?" A soft, grumbly voice replied.

@kingofthegxblins

[disruptivevoib]

Chonny Jash HMS Labyrinths AU Explanation & Art Dump: The Masterpost

Before we get into the thick of it. Here are the tags and links to all involved:

Purpose 1/2 Soul: @disruptivevoib (Me. Lol.)

Being 1/2 Soul: @calamarispider (Kai)

Pursuit 1/2 Heart: @agent-8449 (Agent)

Texel 1/2 Heart: @rosy-fox-art (Rosy)

Function 1/2 Mind: @jesterberries (Oswin)

Morality 1/2 Mind: @shxwrunner (Andy)

The Ever Impossible Whole: @kelpo-art (Francey)

Here's the premise, just before the cut for all your "I don't want to read this long ass post" needs:

The base concept for Labyrinths is: what if HMS' Psyche and loop was split into three phases? Each being some kind of maze? The first phase would be closest to the original Album loop, however, throughout it Heart, Mind, and Soul would split themselves into halves. Their splits would result from their own dissonance between the internal and external of themselves.

These halves would then move on to the second phase, where they must then attempt to become themselves again before being able to enter the third phase, the one which leads to the center, to the beacon, to Whole.

Elaborate, fary more in-depth explanation below the cut alongside designs and a lot of art:

The Loop, or Phases 1-3 In-depth

Phase 1 begins as the album does. Whole splits down into three, the concepts of his emotion, rationale, and self. When Mind is first shot, he splits between Morality and Function.

Morality is the "Internal Factor" of Mind, he is the conscience, what is deemed wrong and right by the standards of his assumption. He is perfectionism but in a manner which will not hurt someone else. He is where most of Mind's "emotion" goes. Though Function is entirely capable of bias, Morality is VERY prone to bias. He is belief. Function is the "External Factor" of Mind. He the pure, factual logic. The things you cannot refute. What is known, what must happen, how something works. He is immoral, he is uncaring, he is weighing his options in only what is most logical, most beneficial.

Phase 1 continues into the Pit, where Heart becomes Pursuit and Texel.

Texel is the "Prey". In concepting, Rosy named him after a type of sheep. He is the "Internal Factor" of Heart and a manifest of Heart's depression, fears. The flight to Pursuit's fight. He is still very much a wolf in sheep's clothing, being able to grasp onto others and pull them down with him as much as himself. He is the smothering and drowning part of emotion. Pursuit is the "Predator". He is the "External Factor" of Heart. He is the repression, the ignorance, the end of "Good Day". Pursuit also embodies the violence, however. The big energetic emotion opposing Texel's heavier, tired emotion. Pursuit is the Passion, the movement. Texel is stagnation. Both of them are very much capable of Heart's common self-victimization.

Finally, Soul cannot quite take this, and where Soul Eclectic would be, is his split into Being and Purpose.

Being is that personhood within Soul. The vying to be someone without needing to be Whole. He is the depression, the rage, the exhaustion, the human you're being!! There he is.. and he is very tired. Being is kind of just a guy, but he is also.. very much prone to the ideation of death as a source of escapism, especially from everyone else in the Psyche. Purpose is the tool. The need to be Whole, to fit in, to be normal, to be happy, to be safe. He is self-preservation, he is the knowledge that they have to be something more than what they are, they should be human and they cannot be as much like this. He embodies what it means to be the mask. To hide behind being a functional person.. and yet, without Being, is the least human of them all.

Phase 2 begins after this, with the middle most maze, where the six of them now must reconcile with themselves first. Most, however, regard their other half as the weaker one, or the evil one. The one that must be purged in order to continue.

And they can continue by killing them all, however, Whole won't ever be possible. The right way is to accept the truths on both sides. Their flaws and their importance.

Does that ever happen? It's hard to say. But if it does, Phase 3 happens.

The Innermost maze has a tower that is visible even from Phase 2. There, Whole sits and waits. He is a beacon of light, and a shell of someone, a black hole that projects all its light outward but has none for itself.

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On to Designs.

Initially, as original creator of the AU, I had ideas for everyone except Mind. I knew his half/half face would be swapped, but I wasn't sure how else to differentiate the two.

As for Soul and Heart, I had concepts for both of them.

First, Purpose and Being.

Purpose embodies the mask, and thus became a little "Horror Movie Serial Killer" esque in vibe. After all, everything human within him has been taken and put into Being. He is neatly put together, hair slicked back. It is all curated, and it is all an effort to seem like somebody when he is nearly nobody.

Being has imperfections. His shirt is only half tucked in, his hair is not as slicked back, being able to fall more naturally. He also has the eyeliner I normally put only on Soul's left side. Far more.. guy looking!

Kai and I pretty much stuck to these designs! Following is Purpose's official colored ref, and Kai's art of Being.

The only BIg change was that Being has higher heels and also wears the noose, which is the part of Whole he very much exemplifies, as a belt.

Speaking of, the Trident belongs to Purpose here too! The trident is able to disrupt each halves special ability, as neither Soul is immortal or has high regenerative healing like Mind or Heart. The Souls are squishy. Purpose's trident is very helpful for putting his Ids in line!

Now on to Pursuit and Texel, who were originally just "Predator" and "Prey"

Originally, both Heart's had one half of Whole-Heart's wings and also had a sort of inky/shadowy manifestations of what they embodied. Prey had hands and the shadow of a slinking figure holding onto him, grasping at and pulling him down or grabbing at others. He also had the ball and chain which made him slower, made him trapped. Despite this, his clothing is comfier, wearing sweats, a hoodie and socks. His hair was longer too.

Both had the blindfold, as well.

Predator had the shadowy claws which wrapped around his lower arm like gloves and fizzled off in a billowing cloud-like way. His clothing is still comfortable but much less loose. He wears baggier pants, foot wraps, hand wraps (visible without the shadow) and a loose long-sleeves shirt. His hair is also shorter.

Agent and Rosy took these ideas and expanded upon or changed them up. Both Texel and Pursuit are very different from the original concepts. All art of Pursuit belongs to Agent, all art of Texel belongs to Rosy.

Pursuit retained his comfy but tighter clothing style, but lost the shadow hands, instead gaining an adaptivity ability. He is VERY cat coded, and he is very much the kind of cat that bites you and holds your hand so you do not move and stop giving it attention. He is a menace to society, I would not have him any other way. Lethal weapon motherfucker... scared cat..

Texel retained his shadows! But he gained hooves.. truly becoming the sheep. He also gained the ability to be entirely consumed by the shadows as self defense. Both giving into his fear and self-victimization but also projecting those horrors outward. Denial keeps you safe and hurts everyone else trying to help.

The Minds.. Like I said, I never sketched anything substantial for them, so we will go straight into Oswin and Andy's designs! Oswin drew everything for Function, Andy drew everything for Morality.

Morality is closer to a purple, which is indicative maybe, of how much he feels. As well, he has a white eye and his source is on the non void part of his face! His hair is down and more relaxed. Overall, actually, Morality's design portrays him as more casual. Morality is.. electric. He has a defensive mechanism of being electrical fencing wire and zapping anyone who touches him.

Function is the opposite, with a black eye and glowing teal pupil. His source is on the right. He wears a button up and his hair is higher, more put together and "formal". Function is capable of changing smaller parts of the maze at a time. From the wallpaper and flooring, to shifting walls around in order to escape the others or find them.

Whole had no concept design from me either, esp bc I did not initially include him in the au, however in development, he came to be! and thus... Francey drew the blackhole man himself :)

Other Drawings

Here are some more drawings of everyone! Most from Agent and Kai who went bonkers... I really REALLY love all this art. So much.

Here is Agent's art of everyone. The first one includes some titles for each of them Agent made :]

Here are also some 2/3rd or more like 2/6th Wholes Agent drew. I won't specify who is who. You can guess.

Aaand, Labyrinth Heart too :]c

Here is a drawing I did of 2/6th with Purpose and Function. He didn't get a name, I'm not cool and creative like Agent with that. Also next to it is my art of Labyrinths Soul.

Also my concept for the Six-Pronged trident.

Here is a bunch of art Kai did too. :]c

First up is everyone in Kai's style!

Next is Being in the maze :]

Also... Oswin's meme videos. Which are very important. But I can only upload one.. so have this one.

Volume Warning though!!

AND... And I think thats it! Actually.. There are a LOT more doodles but this post is long and I am terrified it won't save.

So! \o/ I am happy to answer any other questions about Labyrinths as well, I am sure the others would be too. But don't let me speak for them... Though maybe check the replies here for any notes from them. I know I've missed something.

[lumen-tellus]

“yeah my brain isnt really focused on rp right now” famous words from flower as she drafts up hypothetical g.enshin rp verses for a character and shoves them on here lmao lmao

me gripping ain like a squeezy toy bc why is my brain LIKE THIS

1st path - AU, potential pre-canon?

an agent of Celestia, at the rank of Richter - he follows their divine will to excise the forbidden and the defiant with the perfect, stoic devotion of a molded servant, even when their voice has been silenced in the event of the Cataclysm of 500 years past.

(the pre-canon aspect can be that Ain was at this stage until the fall of Khaenri’ah, where he was instructed to descend to assist in its annihilation - however, with its violent destruction and vicinity to the Abyss, the resulting chaos flung him deeper into the Abyss where he became trapped.)

2nd path - main, present

a cheerful traveler and an adventurer registered with the Mondstadt branch of the Adventurer’s Guild. he is rarely seen without some appreciation for the world and enjoys helping others whenever he passes by - which can be often enough in the Mondstadt region, which he claims to enjoy the most due its gentle winds and freedom of human will.

fittingly enough, the man appears to sport an Anemo Vision - though there have been very odd stories from drunken patrons that he can use far more than Anemo, like Cryo and Pyro, but those stories also include absurd details like “colorful dancing lights” and “he glowed and grew wings”, so really, maybe they just hit their heads really hard and hallucinated the Anemo Archon in his place, or something.

Ain surely doesn’t correct any of this. why break apart such a silly, but careful illusion of humanity for himself, after all?

(he certainly won’t tell them that they’re not too off the mark - as a former agent of Celestia, who embraced the beauty of mankind when Celestia’s voice was silenced in the wake of Khaenri’ah’s fall.)

3rd path - AU

an agent of Celestia with the misfortune to have become trapped in the Abyss. his unfortunate presence during the fall of Khaenri’ah led to him being flung beyond the borderlands of lawlessness, and with time, its corruption seeped past the cracks of his weakened divinity.

the result is an avatar of the Abyss, superseding the smoldering will of an angel who fell to the growing whispers of doubt and anxiety - and in the process, surrendered to the void and embraced the inevitable oblivion as his salvation.

4th path - AU, still WIP/TBD

an agent of Celestia who has lost the ability to hear its divine will. in maniac desperation, he has bargained for himself a position in the Abyss Order - heralding destruction to the world as to awaken the voices of heaven once more.

that said, due to being a former servant of the divine who is technically still devoted to them—and to mention his off-kilter behavior—he remains at serious odds with the Order. he knows more than anyone that he is but a tool for their means - but similarly, the Order will be his tool to serve his own means, so it’s a mutual disdain, in a way.

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♡ ∘˚˳°∘° About Laby °∘°˚˳∘♡

A girl born in the middle of the Black Forest, a forest full with demonic energy located near East Lurensia in the Feita Region. 

Laby doesn’t know when she was born. One day, she opened her eyes and found herself in the middle of the dark forest, surrounded by shadows and dangerous creatures. 

She couldn’t leave the Forest, even if she tried to. After some p̸̥͖̫͕̊̀̎̀̍̇̀͆͠å̴͉͉̳͖͊ĭ̷̡̡͓̘̫̙̳̇͑͊n̴̛̟͈̓͆̽̎̆͝͝͠f̶̢͖̟̣̯̞̈͗̈́͌̑̈̈́͜ͅṳ̵̧̧͈̥̻̰̱̊̓̏̉̃͑̕͝͝ͅl̵͓̪̠̮̥̞͗̽ events, Laby met a mirror that she later named Nisha and they became best friends.

Alongside her, Laby was able to leave the Forest and met a kind man called Bellonde. With the guidance of her new ‘Teacher’, Laby started training to improve her fighting techniques and exploring the world outside the dark forest. 

Will Laby learn how to deal with all the new feelings and discoveries she’ll make along the way or will she be engulfed by her emotions and protect herself from the dangers of the world?

“Laby is happy to meet you all. I hope we can be very good friends. Laby will do everything to help you!”

Laby is a character from the MMORPG game called Elsword, developed by South Korean company KOG Studios. This muse probably will be canon-divergent, since Elsword has a LOT of events going on and I don’t know much about the game yet. I’ll add or change stuff as I play/learn more about the game. I’ll mainly follow her “Radiant Soul” path here, but also use her “Nisha Labyrinth” path if necessary. 

Also, she’ll have a magical-girl verse in the future based on the set called Heart El, a re-imagined version of the main characters of the game as magical girls and boys.

Her tag in this blog will be x-radiant-child-x. Feel free to send asks and messages to her.

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Examples:

[childfromthedarkness]

Examine a ROADA RORRA DAAAA! (Ten points if you know that reference! )

‘‘WRRYYYYY!!!!’‘

[survivalistjunpei]

It is quite strange, how there are so many labyrinths that are ecologically similar to those in other Yggdrasil trees. Lord Junpei, Sir Vash, and I already recognize some from Etria and High Lagaard; several of our guildmates have said that others resemble those in Armoroad and Tharsis. Yet...there are some key differences. 

I wonder if...perhaps...Lemuria was the testing ground for the framework of the Yggdrasil trees, long ago, and the people fled because of the disaster that swept our Mother Earth... I will have to read more of the Maginian Records and the Lemurian Records to see...

[chi-capricorni]

𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐒 o(╥﹏╥)o

Like I said, I've been thinking about old characters. I have a couple of drafts and I might make little playlists like this. @morningstar1399 I looked through our folder today and the embarrassingly long list of Inactive RPs (☉_☉) How did you ever tolerate me as a roleplaying partner lol and how did I let so many good premises and characters dissolve (╥_╥) Excited to revisit at least some of our babies...

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

I Belong To You - Lenny Kravitz

Because the Night - Patti Smith

Duvet (Acoustic) - Bôa

It Must Be Love - Labi Siffre

Nighttiming - Coconut Records

Rock-N-Roll Victim - Death

As - George Michael

yearning for your love - Shiro Sagisu

Tell Me When - The Human League

I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams - Weezer

[lc-manager-x]

So uh, I saw that Angela and some other Sephirah (Sephirot?) Made tumblr blogs and decided to join in :)

- I’m X, the manager of lobotomy corp

- He/Dey

- I may not follow canon in these posts

- this blog is also pure chaos

- if anyone has any problems with anything just tell me!

Dni if - lgbtq+phobic, proshipper, MAP/NOMAP

(Just be a decent human being!)

A letter from the Manager (OOC)

Rp members under the cut!

another list bc hueh

Cool people:

@netzach-irl

@yesods-a-purple-punk

@extractiontea

@sleepy-chesed

@x-manager

@redbura

@tiphereth-a-hates-you-all

@flowingriverofmemories

Nuggets!

@lcorps-agents @laby-in-lcorp

@fleshslug @mao-of-architecture

@windexistasty @firebirdandmimicry

@redhyacinths @birdbraind

@lobotomize-me-captain @lc-agent-cress

@notkarl @iota17 @angelicitalics

@agent-coffee @o-04-66-b @agentsorin

@bloodfiend-adjacent @corinthiantheinformant

You.

@alternative-architecture

[uragonesa]

sic itur ad astra, alexandra.

author's notes | this is prolly the first fluff i'd ever made in my entire life as a writer. i'm yo local angst dealer, bro. but enjoy this new pack of fluff inspired by disney's a whole new world. some convos are from my rp with @IKAANIM on tw.

synopsis | after the battle against talagbusao, urduja takes alex on a starry night flight. fucking fluffy goodness with some gay sexual tension.

word count | 1,600 words

"bossing, baka naman pwede tayo magpahinga ngayong gabi." said a certain long-haired twin, "nakakapagod yung mga ganap kahapon."

"oo nga, bossing. saka deserve naman siguro natin 'yun." crispin replied, looking up from his plate of takeout.

"magandang gabi sa inyong lahat", urduja greeted the lot of them as she strode in, munching on a half-eaten apple. "ano ang inyong mga gawain na nakatakda ninyong tapusin ngayon?"

"sana nga wala muna. gusto kong uminom tonight matapos ang lahat ng nangyari this week." her flaming gaze landed on her younger brother, "sama ka, ate ur?"

"hmmm, maaari kong gawin ang inyong trabaho mamaya, wala naman akong mahalagang gagawin ngayon", she mused, pausing right behind alexandra's seat and rests a gentle hand over her head, "ako nang bahala, munting trese. magpahinga muna kayo sa ngayon ng aking mga kapatid." she drummed her fingers on the lakan's raven locks as she ate the other half of her fruit whole—why she does that? they'll never understand.

"salamat, urduja, ngunit ito ang pangunahin kong tungkulin, ang panatilihin ang balanse. hangga't hindi nagpapahinga ang kadiliman, hindi rin ako maaaring magpahinga."

the goddess chuckled, taking a seat across her brothers, halfway facing alex, propping an elbow on the table and rests her cheek on her nonchalantly and mused, "paano mo mapapanatili ang balanse kung magkakasakit ka naman? hindi ka imortal, alexandra. nag-aalala ako sa iyo. may tiwala ako sa aking mga kapatid na mapoprotektahan ka nila, ngunit pangalagaan mo rin ang iyong kalusugan. kailan ka huling nakatulog nang mahimbing?

alex sighs and grabs her mug of coffee then takes a sip. they were all silent, listening in on their exchange.

"labis kong ikinatutuwa ang iyong pag-aalala. sa katunayan, hindi ko na mawari kung kailan ako nakatulog ng mahimbing—sinusundan ata ako ng katungkulan ko hanggang sa panaginip." urduja merely shook her head in amusement because of the lakan's workaholic response.

"hindi ikamamatay ng karit-an ang ilang oras ninyong pamamahinga bilang mga tagapangalaga ng balanse sa maynila. kung hindi naman sila paaawat, handa ko silang labanan anumang oras, makapagpahinga lamang kayo nang matiwasay."

she laughed, but everyone in the room knew the fiery deity was not speaking out of jest.

"ikamamatay naman ng mga mortal kung hindi ko gagampanan ang aking tungkulin. maraming posibilidad na hindi puwedeng isang-tabi. ngunit, labis akong nagpapasalamat sa iniaalok mong tulong— malaking bagay ito saamin." a ghost of a smile graced alex's lips, inciting a grin from urduja.

"ang buhay ng mga mortal ay hindi mo hawak. araw-araw, ako ay may nililitis. araw-araw, may sumasakay sa tren ni ibu patungo sa kabilang buhay", she leans back on her seat, crossing her toned arms over her chest, staring at the ceiling as she continued, "ang iligtas ang mga taong hindi ibabalik ang pabor sayo ay hindi patas."

alex stared at her for a moment, as hank and the twins were watching their bossing and urduja's casual debate.

"hindi ko nga ito hawak, ngunit bilang isang mandirigma, kasama sa aking hangarin ang mapanatili silang ligtas. may maari akong gawin. maaari kong pigilan ang hindi dapat mangyari." alex leaned forward, asserting herself to the sun-kissed goddess.

"hm... may punto ka. ngunit kailangan mo pa rin magpahinga", urduja hummed at her statement, turning to face her again, also leaning forward, "kagaya mo rin akong mandirigma, ngunit alam ko kung kailan ako dapat mamahinga. huwag mong pasanin ang lahat ng problema ng mga mortal. ilan sa mga dahilan ng kapahamakan nila'y sarili nilang kagagawan", she paused, flicking her head playfully, "nanggambala sila."

they were silent for a good minute, alex mulling over the goddess's words. to the twins's quiet enjoyment, their bossing gave in, in a way.

"oh siya, susundin ko ang payo mo—" alex begun, "ngunit sa tamang panahon, kapag kontrolado na ang lahat." urduja and the twins audibly groaned.

"kapag kontrolado na ang lahat..." she pondered on it, and a mirthful smirk was plastered on her full lips as an idea formed on her head. "sige. matutupad rin iyan. sa lalong madaling panahon. pero bago ang lahat nang iyan, sumama ka muna sa akin sandali." the goddess stood up, "magkita na lamang kayo ng munting trese sa inyong naatasang destinasyon. mahahanap ko kayo." she informed her brothers as he pretty much dragged alex with her.

once they were out of earshot, hank leaned at the bar, looking at the direction the lakan-and-goddess duo just left, which was upstairs, and spoke, "kinausap ako kanina ni urduja. dadalhin niya daw si bossing sa langit." with that, the twins collectively spat the beverages they were drinking.

"saan ba tayo pupunta? baka tumawag na si captain guerrero sa akin. naiwan ko yung phone sa mesa." alex inquired, now walking at the same slow strides as urduja, who still held her gently by her arm, as if she's going to bolt anytime.

they went inside alex's room, guiding her to the balcony, stopping her by the sliding doors as urduja climbed on the banister and took out an ornately-designed talaandig plawta from her pocket. she looked down at alex who was looking at the goddess in confusion.

"maghintay ka lamang diyan at pakinggan mo ito ng tugtugin habang iniintay natin ang aking kaibigan." she lifted the instrument to her lips and played a soothing melody she knew by heart. the intricate carvings around the middle joint of the instrument emitted a faint glow, as small petal-like embers flowed out to the wind.

alex felt herself relax at the sound of the goddess's flute, until a gust of wind snapped her out of her trance. beside urduja was a minokawa—colorful and majestic—which caught the lakan by surprise, she didn't expect that they came in a much friendlier size.

"ipinakikilala ko sayo ang aking kaibigan na si adlawon. adlawon, siya ang aking ikinekwento sa iyo na si alexandra, ang kasalukuyang lakan-babaylan ng maynila." urduja patted the head of her feathery friend as he nudged her side, "si adlawon ay anak ni minokawa. natagpuan ko siyang sugatan noon sa isang bulubundukin... tila siya'y itinakwil ng kanyang ina, marahil siya ay naiiba sa kanilang lahat. magmula noo'y ako na ang nag-alaga sa kanya, at naging kasa-kasama ko sa paglalakbay."

adlawon stared at alex for a moment and lowered his head in respect. "nagpupugay siya sa iyo, munting trese." urduja commented, storing away her flute back in her pocket. he hovered a bit lower for urduja to mount him, the goddess setting one foot at the avian and holds out a hand to alex, beckoning her to come.

although albeit hesitant, alex still placed her hand on hers, and with a single pull, they were situated on adlawon, the goddess straddling the mount, as she was sat across urduja's thighs, the latter securing an arm around her shoulders, while the other held the golden reins. tugging on it twice, they set off to the starry sky.

as they flew smoothly all over the still-bustling streets of nighttime manila, alex felt herself relax at the sight of a million city lights beneath a canopy of inky black sky littered with glittering orbs of white—only to look back into two pools of darkness with a lone fiery flicker each, on a face a few inches away from her face.

despite the cool wind wisping around them, she felt indescribably fuzzy from within, a blooming warmth spread on her cheeks as she whispered, "napakaganda ng tanawin mula dito, ur."

the goddess smiled, and she replied, her gaze lingering as it never left, "...tunay ngang nakabibighani."

they took in each other's features for a moment, savoring the tranquil peace the starry night offered them as if they're the only ones existing—no creatures to keep at bay, no mortals to judge—just them and their fleeting glances, the goddess's gaze lingering a bit longer on the lakan's slightly parted lips.

to the world, alexandra trese might seem someone who has been given a job that has taken almost everything as a child; but to urduja, alexandra is the world to whom she would gladly lose everything for as an immortal.

"ur...?" alex muttered, snapping her back to reality.

"hmm...?"

"kailan tayo bababa sa lupa? sabi mo sandali lang tayo." urduja's eyes fluttered, slightly abashed that she forgot the time.

"ah... t-tama. bababa na tayo", she stuttered, which alex noticed but payed no mind to, "ayun, nakita ko na sila." she tugged on adlawon's reins to where her godly sight spotted her twin brothers.

"ur?"

"ano iyon, alex?"

"maraming salamat sa pagdala sa akin sa kalangitan... talaga ngang kailangan ko ang pahinga paminsan-minsan." alex breathed, giving urduja a genuine smile—a smile she seldom saw nowadays.

the goddess chuckled, giving her an affectionate squeeze, "hindi mo na ako kailangang pasalamatan, alexandra. masaya akong makitang manumbalik ang ngiti sa iyong mga labi kahit sa isang saglit."

"napalitan mo na sa akin ang ibig sabihin ng 'sic itur ad astra'." alex said, provoking a barking laugh from urduja as they landed.

"dapat ko na ba itong ipalit sa aking kasulatan?" she joked back, laughing to themselves as they gave adlawon some fish before bidding him goodbye as he took off.

"bossing, parang gumanda yata ang mood mo ah. kamusta langit--" crispin poked basilio's side sharply, cutting him off from his teasing, only to throw in his own, "masarap ba?" a pause, "yung simoy ng hangin kapag nakasakay kay ate-- i mean kay adlawon?"

"...magtrabaho na tayo." alex grabbed her coat from basilio, and left them be, the brothers scurrying after her, feeling an intense gaze at the back of their heads.

"b-bossing! wait mo naman kami! inantay ka namin oh!"

notes |

talaandig plawta; an indigenous flute of the talaandig tribe of bukidnon

adlawon; a word in Hiligaynon which means "full daylight after sunrise".

minokawa; a giant, dragon-like bird in Philippine legends. Early people believed this creature is so big that it can swallow (or cover) the sun to explain the occurrence of eclipses.

sic itur ad astra; we go to the stars.

[kingofthegxblins]

The concern with which Sarah spoke about the Labyrinth warmed the cockles of Jareth’s mangy, unkempt heart. The novelty of hearing a woman speak so candidly about how she cared for the Labyrinth and its denizens was not easily lost on him.

He could feel Bristen’s gaze on him once again at Sarah’s profession, but ignored him. The man knew him better than any other, and it was as much a comfort as it was a nuisance. He could not afford to let his emotions run loose at such a vulnerable time as this.

“By all means, do not wait up, Hovington,” he said blithely, taking this opportunity to further bastardize the dwarf’s name. “I am sure you have pressing business to attend to. Perhaps some new drapes for your abode by the Bog.” He felt a thrill of amusement at the antagonism, but it was quickly dampened by the reminder of Sarah’s presence and her likely disapproval. “But then again,” he added soberly, “Should you wish to stay and wait for our return, I wouldn’t know the difference.”

Hoggle bristled, as Jareth knew he would, and the king shot the creature a cheeky wink.

He led Sarah a few steps away from the dwarf and centered himself, calling on his powers to transport them across the realm. He turned to Bristen, Sarah’s hand remaining in his. “You know the protocols until I return?”

Bristen gave a single, firm nod. “Danu grant you strength, my Liege.”

Jareth nodded in return, then gave his attention to Sarah. Another thrill ran down his spine as he locked eyes with her, relishing the proximity they shared. He released her momentarily to tuck her hand into the crook of his arm, drawing her nearer to him. “If you are ready, precious,” he murmured, his barely-there words more of a question than a statement. He drew his free hand away to summon a crystal, and without breaking eye contact, he threw the simmering orb up into the air, and they were gone.

xXx

His teacher had retired to the mountains some distance from the Goblin Kingdom well over two hundred years ago. Jareth hadn’t blamed him for this move, of course - the man was ancient, and had earned his retirement many times over by services rendered to the crown, not to mention his personal tutelage of Jareth.

Jareth had not been an easy student, by any means. His magic knew no bounds, and because of that, his arrogance exceeded it. He had been headstrong, impetuous, defiant and rash, and yet despite all of this, Nilrem had managed to mold Jareth into a sorcerer worthy of his own abilities, and adept enough to rule and protect a realm. Of course, it had taken many years for Jareth’s ungrateful self to realize the hard work that went into his education, but once he had become a man by Fae standards, he had been in Nilrem’s eternal debt.

But Nilrem was uninterested in the favors of kings. What he was interested in, however, was peace and quiet.

And, of course, apple brandy from the mortal village.

Jareth was interested in seeing what Sarah’s reaction would be to their little pit stop. While the existence of the safe haven for the adult wished-aways wasn’t exactly a secret, it wasn’t common knowledge, either. Jareth preferred to keep Virhaven as much a secret as was possible. The last thing the mortal denizens of the small hamlet needed was any other magical interference in their lives.

He did not visit very frequently. He had very few excuses to do so, one such being the excuse he used now to drop in on the humans. Each trip was bittersweet for the fae ruler, and a risk in and of itself. More than ever, he could not afford to spend time away from the Labyrinth. She was a deeply demanding mistress, and if it weren’t for the toll it would take on him, he would try and break the bond altogether, if only to be free.

When they set down at the gates just outside Virhaven, Jareth released Sarah. He brushed the magical debris from their travel off of his clothes, smoothing out any wrinkles that may have formed. “Now Sarah,” he began, “Some explanation may be in order. My old teacher, Nilrem, is a cantankerous fellow at the best of times, and will not thank us for interrupting his retirement. He lives in the mountains just beyond,” he said, gesturing to the range in the background, “So we will be stopping here to procure an offering that may make him more amenable to our questions.”

He took off towards the gates, continuing on with his explanation, confident to the point of arrogance that Sarah was hanging onto his every word, as well as keeping pace. “Mind you, he’s unlikely to be interested in anything these days. But,” he stopped short, turning to Sarah with a wicked gleam in his eye, “I consider myself to be rather convincing when I choose to be.” He gave her a smirk before continuing on.

“Your Majesty!” a voice rang out.

Jareth turned towards the hail, a genuine smile washing away the remnants of his devilish smirk. “Kingston!” He strode forward towards a dark-skinned man, raising a hand in greeting. Kingston quickly bowed his head in return, to which Jareth immediately tutted. “None of that, if you please. Sarah,” he called in dulcet tones, luring the girl to him, “I’d like you to meet this young man, the finest mortal chef whose fare I’ve ever had the pleasure of patronizing.”

Kingston shook his head modestly. “You flatter me unnecessarily, Your Majesty.”

“I do no such thing,” Jareth replied with a sniff. “If it serves your ego any, I’ll say that I’ve dined on very few mortal-made meals in my time, so the compliment is narrowly won.”

Kingston laughed good-naturedly. “Yes, that does even out my ego, thank you. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Sarah,” Kingston added shyly, bowing to her as well. “You grace us with your presence. Tales of your victory in the Labyrinth have traveled here, and we are all impressed.” A shadow crossed over Kingston’s face. Jareth felt something akin to discomfort rise in his chest.

“Yes, yes, Sarah’s victory over my riddle-ridden homestead is a fine thing, tra la la,” Jareth said impishly. “I am sure she can regale you with her brave feats some other time, but I am afraid we are on a mission. I trust that Gallagher's wares are in fine form these days?”

Kingston smiled brightly. “The finest, Your Majesty. And as always, with our compliments, you must take whatever you wish.”

Jareth gave a single nod. “Your offer is a kind one, but I will, as always, pay as any one would.” He tipped his head to the man. “A pleasure, as always, Kingston.” He hooked his two fingers towards Sarah. “Come, Precious, time is of the essence.”

Labyrinth 2

    The rain pattered against the window in large splattering drops, drowning out the noise of the family gathering. Sarah Williams sat on the window seat in an uncomfortable position, trying not to forget her posture lest some aunt or grandmother reprimand her again. She wore a cream colored, long sleeved, fitted blouse that extenuated her figure in a way suitable for a college girl. She also wore black slacks and black, flat, mary-jane shoes. Her make up was light, but noticeable; a bit of eyeliner, mascara and red-tinted lip gloss, and she thought herself presentable.     Her gray-green eyes followed the swaying of the pine trees against the inky sky, their image contorted by the rivulets of water coming down the window. A brilliant flash of lightening broke her out of her reverie and she blinked a few times, coming back into the present. Glancing around the room anxiously, she saw almost her entire extended family mingling amongst themselves, some drink or another in hand. Her stepmother was busy clearing plates from the Easter table, just then catching the eye of the young woman.     “Oh Sarah, won’t you snap out of your newest day dream and come help with the dishes?” Irene asked impatiently. A question she had posed numerous times before.     “Yeah, of course. Sorry.” Sarah shook her head, sincerely frustrated with herself for not being more of a help that night. While the relationship between her and her stepmother had considerably softened over the last couple of years, she knew there was an impending string of complaints she would hear about her behavior that night.     Sarah had been withdrawn and unhappy the last few days, in a sensitive mood, and noticing the most depressing details; especially as she tried socializing with her relatives. Somehow, they never ceased to remind her of her own silliness or inadequacies, furthering how self conscious she really was. Other than that, she knew she could mostly blame the new stressors of college life, but there was something else bothering the girl entirely.     Lately she had been resenting the adult identity she was trying so hard to get comfortable with, finding herself disappointed with the realities of independent life. She was second-guessing herself in everything and feeling terribly lonely among her group of geeky friends and their handsy boyfriends. And to tack on to that, she had this dark, ugly butterfly flitting about her stomach, causing her to feel very high-strung; an omen of some future turmoil, she was sure, though she could not put her finger on what that could be.     And something about this night reminded her of the past. Another nerve-wracking day in history when a dangerous storm raged outside, when she was feeling similarly stressed and misunderstood just before finding her baby brother missing… No. She shoved the frequently-visited memory back with ease, having gotten so much practice with that already. It wasn’t real. That dream, that stupid play she had morphed into her own creation four years ago, was the last thing she needed to be thinking about right then.  That’s all it was, she had convinced herself, after all the pressure to grow up and be normal. A ridiculously intricate and vivid waking dream.  She always did have a wonderful imagination…     She rose and joined the other woman in cleaning up while the children of her cousins weaved between all the adults and furniture in the room, never not being in the way. She rolled her eyes as she reached across the table. For the past few years, Sarah had been trying valiantly to “grow up” and detach herself from her childish ways which garnered her so much ridicule from her peers and guardians alike. Especially when she had started implying that she had seen things, achieved things, been places that no one else had. It had been a difficult task to let those fierce beliefs of hers go, but she had done it; at least, mostly. Being a mature, normal woman truly was a goal of hers, and that goal demanded that she quit believing in things like the supernatural.     At the moment, though, she was almost jealous of her younger family members and their freedom to indulge in their imaginations- and their innocent nature. But she was nineteen now- basically an adult. And she was almost convinced that there was nothing she could possibly have in common with children or preteens. All the stories she used to read and write, all her comforting toys, all of her glorious costumes had either been given up or hidden away (except for the select few closest to her heart). Her room was now much emptier, decorated with tasteful furnishings and laden with school supplies. It made her feel like she was pretending even more than before. But if she wanted to be just like her other ordinary nineteen year old friends, she had to start acting like it, right?     The thunder following the lightening bolt shook the house, causing the children to scatter and squeal louder, chasing one another even faster. Hands full of tableware, Sarah blew her dark bangs from her eyes, shaking her head so the rest of the long strands would fall neatly behind her. She couldn’t bring herself to cut her hair, even now. The other girls in her freshman class at University all had stylish, edgy cuts, but she just couldn’t part with her natural, historical look. She had gotten it a little layered since it was ungodly thick and she didn’t want to look like a total outcast, but the pleas of her friends to get it highlighted always fell on deaf ears.     She pushed through the door into the kitchen, hoping no one would come out the other way, and found Toby sitting on the counter next to the sink, talking to their father.     “I told you I‘d win!”     “Yeah, yeah Toby, you won alright.“ Robert kindly responded, tousling his sons hair before picking up a stack of dishes to put away.     “I don’t know if it’s healthy for a five year old to be that good at video games.” Sarah interjected with her usual superior tone, placing her own pile of dishes next to the sink and starting to scrub them down.     “Sarah you should have seen it! I beat him in like 40 seconds, I just went Pow! Bam! Slam and then my special combos, and he was dead!” Toby’s eyes shone with excitement as he recounted the riveting experience. Nowadays, his expressions hardly ever failed in softening his big sister’s attitude. The corners of her mouth lifted a little bit as she “uhuh”-ed along to her kid brother’s story.     “Yeah, right. Go get me another washcloth.” She lifted her chin to indicate the drawer she meant and tried not to smile as Toby slid off the counter and immediately began helping her. They loved one another indescribably, and she was no where near resisting his demonic sweetness the way she was when she was fifteen. They dried the silverware together, bantering like siblings should. Then the doorbell rang.       Sarah knew who it was immediately. The storm might have been raging outside, but inside the house it had just been the calm before; her mother’s entrance brought the tempest inside. Robert stopped what he was doing and tensely made his way to the front door to greet her. The house went silent for a moment, aside from Merlin‘s barking; then the rest of the family began awkwardly greeting the estranged ex-Mrs. Williams. The situation was especially weird, as more than half of the people in the house were on Irene’s side of the family. Jeremy, her new husband, was with her of course. A bemused expression graced his face as his slightly drunk wife hugged everyone.     “See, Grandma Williams? I tooold you we’d make it tonight before it got too late. You doubted me but here we are. What’d we miss? Where’s Sarah?” The thunder boomed again. Sarah closed her eyes, now understanding her doom-and-gloom feeling from before. Toby looked up at her with concern.     Linda had always been Sarah’s favorite person, her role-model in all aspects of life. She had always wanted nothing more than to move in with her and be an actress, just like her and Jeremy. But Irene had been right, no matter how many times Sarah had fiercely denied it. Linda had chosen her career over being there for her daughter. And Sarah had finally come to understand that.     She wasn’t one of those bitter, divorced kids- well, she was a little, but perhaps her maturity had shone through most in this aspect of her life. She understood that her mother had made the best choice for herself. That she wasn’t meant to be a stay-at-home mom, that she had big dreams and a big… man to chase. A life outside her family. And as a result, Sarah had simply grown closer to her father. Irene would never be any sort of replacement, of course, but Linda wasn’t that reliable of a mother to begin with, so there was no tension there.     Now that Sarah was older, Linda had the knack for showing up at the house randomly to take Sarah out shopping or to other girly activities, with the intention of sprucing her up. ‘Modernizing’ her, as she called it. This was uncomfortable enough for Sarah, but Linda’s uninvited presence was what usually set Irene off, and more often than not the two women got very catty with one another. Sarah had hoped this particular family function could go smoothly, without that volatile situation since she had already been feeling awful, but Linda and Jeremy had been invited. And here they were. Two hours late, loud, and a little under the influence. Maybe they would get tired soon and leave.     “Is that Linda?“ Came Toby’s little voice. Sarah looked down at Toby and nodded, taking his hand and silently walking toward the door.  Pasting a strained smile on her face, she pushed through and took in the sight of her aunt pouring her mother a glass of wine.     “Hi mom! I was starting to think you wouldn’t show.” Sarah began. Linda enthusiastically replied just like she had to her ex-mother-in-law, defending her past actions as usual. The crowd quietly went back to socializing. Mother and daughter sat down together, and Toby took a seat on Sarah’s lap. The two caught up for a few minutes before Irene saw fit to call Toby over to her, looking none to happy about the situation. The boy reluctantly did as he was told. Sarah pushed her long tresses behind her ears and continued talking, but Irene’s action had caught Linda’s attention immediately. It was only seconds before the opening comments began.     “What’s wrong, Irene? I thought you were happy that the kids were finally bonding.” Came Linda’s argumentative tone.     “Linda. I’m not starting with you tonight.”     “YOU’RE not starting with ME? As though I’ve said anything deliberately rude? I was just saying, Toby looked perfectly happy with Sarah just now.”     Irene scoffed. Another flash of lightening lit up the yard, followed by the noise.     “Mommy?” Came Toby’s unsure voice. As a child, he was especially sensitive to the unease of everyone in the room as the women’s voices began to grow hostile. Robert and Jeremy were already making their way over to the women.     “It’s alright sweetie,” Irene began with an exaggeratedly coddling tone. “Linda’s just in that awful mood she always gets in when she’s been drinking.”     “Oh my Gooodddd…” Sarah rubbed her temples.     “I know you did not just accuse me of being a drunk. Listen, Irene, are you TRYING to ruin Easter for our children?” Linda retorted.     “Ladies…” Robert interjected. The room was silent again as all the cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents waited for the imminent, traditional explosion.     “No, Robert, no. Everyone’s wondering the same thing. Let your wife answer for her bitchiness.” Linda pointed at Irene before bringing her wine glass to her lips. Irene just stared, mouth agape before suddenly moving toward the other woman as though she was about to strike her. Then, she remembered Toby next to her and took a step back, her expression all rage.     “I am not dealing with this anymore. Linda, this is the last time you come to my house and disrespect me like that.” Irene said as calmly as she could manage.     “Oh, so now its YOUR house?” Linda replied.     Sarah slowly rose out of her chair, her cheeks turning red, her eyes filling with hot tears. Robert looked sympathetically at his daughter, searching for the right words to stop the fight before it got any worse. Unfortunately it was far too late.     An explosion of sentences laced with profanities spilled from Linda’s lips, in harmony with the thunder from outside. Irene began yelling back and Toby covered his ears and began to cry. The husbands did their best to diffuse the situation, as did the rest of the family present. Some jumped into the conversation to defend either woman, others tried to follow Sarah up the stairs only to be politely asked to please NOT. And so another, even more public war broke out in the Williams household.     It was the bane of Sarah’s existence. Why, oh why couldn’t they just act like a normal loving family for once? They had always wanted Sarah to assimilate instead of hide inside her fantasies, so why couldn’t they give her some kind of incentive? The farther away she got from the shouting the faster Sarah went, running up the stairs, breathing hard. It was all so embarrassing and awful. She felt like a kid, like a failure, with a dysfunctional, shameful family. This was supposed to be spring break, a time for fun and relaxing, a time to indulge in more grown up pleasures. Intellectual conversation, reading, cooking, concert-going, dancing. And this is what she had to deal with instead.     She groaned as she heard Toby start to wail from downstairs, accompanied by a “See what you’ve done? Again?!��� from Irene. It was Sarah’s habit now to calm him down and solve his problems, but she couldn’t bring herself to care about his confusion and discomfort at that moment.     The thunder crashed outside again loudly and a new torrent of rain splashed against the windows of the upper floor. Lightening lit up the white-carpeted rooms with blue flashes, casting crazy shadows on the walls as Sarah made her way down the hall to her room. She expertly ignored the tricks her mind began to play on her using the dark forms dancing around the furniture.     “This is insanity. Always the same thing, always this crap! And I’m stuck in the middle of it! …It‘s not fair!” She exclaimed, running a hand through her hair and trying not to cry. She hadn’t said those words or felt this way in so long, having been told just how immature it sounded by a multitude of influential people. But right now she didn’t care how she sounded or how she looked. She’d rather be anywhere besides that cruel and unusual battlefield.     Another thunder clap shook the house and she gave another frustrated shout, hitting the wall with her fist as she passed Toby’s door. Her warpath was abruptly halted when she saw that the balcony doors in her brother’s room were wide open, the curtains flying about and the rain freely pouring onto the furniture. Her first instinct was irritation and she quickly wiped her eyes and marched in, reaching out for the doors and shutting them angrily, thoughtlessly. Then, she paused, being hit with a sort of dejavu. She glanced at her hand clutching the window lock, then past the glass at the torrential rain outside. Why was this so familiar?     Oh. That’s right. The open balcony doors, the violent storm… This was where it had begun, where, four years ago, the frightening but beautiful Goblin King came to pay her a visit, where he stole her brother and issued her an impossible challenge. It was just past these doors that she set out on her big adventure in the Labyrinth.

Sarah let go of the lock slowly and sighed, shaking her head, her expression venomous. Quit thinking of that crap  and don’t be ridiculous, she thought. I dreamed that entire thing. None of them- none of it was real. Just a damn play. It always was.     She turned from the window, only to be hit with another wall of angry sound coming from downstairs. She sighed exasperatedly again, her face cinching with frustration; at her family, at her own naivety, at Toby’s crying. Another roll of thunder had Sarah clutching her head, breathing deeply again, trying her very mature method of getting a grip.      Then, the balcony doors burst open once more, and she was hit with cold rain and harsh wind. She screamed in time with the women downstairs. This was real life. This frustration, imperfection, discomfort, unhappiness. This was what grownups knew. There was no such thing as magic, or happy endings, or mysterious kings who fell in love with special girls and granted them wonderful powers. She smiled bitterly and opened her mouth with the intention of cementing these thoughts in her brain once and for all. She spoke calmly, surely.

“I wish I was anywhere but here.” With that, Sarah Williams disappeared into thin air.

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Voib I absolutely Adore your aus so far, and I'm incredibly intrigued by the mysterious chatroomverse rp. It reminds me very much of me and my friends' own setup, where we nickname our hms/w variants and have them interact in Discord through the tupperbox bot. The Sun Down names are very similar to my Heart and Mind, called Suture and Cord respectively, lmao. (Soul is Titan, which... doesn't fit in with them very well. Might change that for him, might not. Sorta suits his relationship with them.)

Anyways, ramble over. I'd love to see more, please do share what you're willing to show!

Anon that is exactly what we do LMAO

Chatroomverse/Cjverse is in a private discord server with tupperbots and we have.. WE HAVE A LOT OF GUYS.

I myself am pushing upwards of 20 guys, about 14 of which are from aus where only I own them. A lot of us have made collaborative for fun efforts.

I'm thrilled to hear other folks do it too! Though I know CJFS (the discord server for CJ fans) has an RP section already anyway!

Suture and Cord are.. brilliant names omg.

Yarn, Coil, and Twine came about because they have strings and other Chatroom members thought it apt to dub them as such!

I am always willing to share literally anything about Cjverse/Chatroomverse! I am also, however, unsure what people want to hear in regards to these guys! There is a lot of information about them since this RP began back in April of this year!

We have before considered making a Tumblr blog about Cjverse.. just for funsies mainly too! Dunno though if there's really an interest though for that kind of thing!

I do think I want to share some of the memes I've drawn for it more. Idk if I've ever posted those, actually. In RP Quotes are fun too.

As for the AUs I have in the Rp, it is relatively all of them! Eleutheromania, Sun Down, Lacuna, Swap and even ones I've never spoken about which are collaborative: Syncopation, AI thirds (those no context doodles were them all along), TSP au, Good Day Au (newest one), Labyrinths, and so on.

Which those AUs I love very very much and would be thrilled to explain at least Sync, Ai, and Laby. Good Day needs not to be revealed.. spoilers for chat members, and TSP is the Stanley Parable but thirds! So nothing to.. big there!

This is a long post. Sorry Anon!

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Lodicakes, your thoughts on minors interacting to 18+ blogs (and also managing 18+ blogs kahit may gatas pa sila sa labi)?? 🤔 napapanahong diskurso smh 😅😅 kasi for the past few days may mga post akong nakikita sa dash ko about it, and some of the blogs that I’ve followed na 18+ lower down their age bracket cheverlu—

Omg 👁️👄👁️

Personally, this is hard :((( kasi as someone who was a minor, may point din sa internet days ko na I lied about my age and I interacted with 18+ accounts AND MIND YOU, I WAS AN RP TOO AND NZJXJSJS *deep sigh*

For me, nasa minors talaga ang...I don't wanna say responsibility pero ndjsjjs caution??? Tama ba? Like. You signed up for that shit, you interacted with people who mainly talk about themes that are not suitable for you. If hindi nagkulang ang 18+ people sa pag-alarm/warn/reprimand sa minors, hind na nila hawak ang situation. Ikaw as a minor na ang may problema.

I get that curiosity is a difficult enemy pero if things go down hill, at hindi nagkulang ang mga 18+ blogs, kasalanan mo na yon. NSJSJSJS I'M SORRY PAULIT ULIT AKO KO PERO WHAT I'M SAYING IS: Yes, you may interact with 18+ BUT BUT BUT THEY WARNED YOU. THEY CLEARED IT OUT THAT THEY DON'T WANT YOU THERE, THEY REMIND EVERYONE THAT THEIR CONTENT MIGHT NOT BE PLEASING FOR ALL. And you're going in that territory.

Like, you are a chess piece. Pinagbawalan kang pumunta sa kabilang side dahil nandoon ang pieces ng kalaban. Binalaan ka, hindi sila nagkulang at that department pero pumasok ka pa rin. Alangan kasalanan ng mga nagbabala sayo?

Kaya mo? Kung oo, sige. As for mga nag-rrp ng 18+ accounts pero minor naman talaga. Gagu, umayos kayo.

Ask me :>

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Everything about the outside world triggers Laby’s curiosity, even the simplest things: the sky, the ocean, the rain, sunlight, flowers, the breeze, everything is a new thing for Laby to experience. 

There wasn’t anything like that inside the Black Forest. A dark place surrounded by an ominous aura that turned anyone crazy if spent too much time inside. No sunlight was allowed inside and Laby used to live in the darkness, fighting against dangerous creatures that lurked in the shadows. 

The only time Laby was able to experience warmth was when a mysterious blue light pierced through the darkness of the forest and reached her. She never saw anything like that before. When she touched it, she felt its warmth and felt calm inside. It didn’t last for long, but Laby never forgot that feeling. 

Since she left the forest, Laby already experienced a lot of things and created several new memories. She is living life to the fullest and enjoying every second of it.