it was a good run guys, but let’s face it. even if i came back, i highly doubt i’d regain all of my old rp partners. besides, umop-epis-dn has been such a beautiful jareth i can hardly compete. so, i’m archiving this blog. i don’t want to delete it entirely, but i’ll no longer be using it. consider it a permanent hiatus. if you still want to talk to me at all i’ll be on ultiimaa or weestley. and if you still wanna roleplay with jareth, umop-epis-dn is your go to.
i do apologize that the audio isn’t great, due to some technical difficulties on my behalf, but dude i’m in love with this.
Below you will find quotes taken directly or paraphrased from the movie 'Labyrinth'. You know, the one starring David Bowie's bulge. Send in one of the following to see how my muse reacts:
[ Fawn ] [ Iridessa ] [ Rosetta ] [ Tinkerbell ] [ Periwinkle ] [ Silvermist ] [ Vidia ]
Imagine Person A of your OTP is blind. Both Person A and B are okay with this, but Person B has some insecurity because they think that Person A wouldn’t find them attractive if they could see. So Person A explains to them that they still find them beautiful. They come up with all sorts of compliments that don’t involve sight like ”Your skin is very soft.” or “Your hair always smells nice.” or ”Your laugh is very cute.”
Its better.
i have been thinking about the lost gravity falls labyrinth episode for like, years now
Alex Hirsch explains a lost episode from season one of gravity falls.
“…I suppose…… though I’m not entirely sure. I’ve never had the… pleasure of meeting an owl before, much less conversing with one. I’m usually very careful about avoiding these kinds of unfortunate encounters.”
Indeed, predators such as this (and the damned sunlight) was one of the reasons Botticelli had remained underground, in the dungeons, for the better part of his life. At least in the dungeons he had almost complete control of his environment…
‘ and i’ve never spoken with a slimy weasel. though i suppose that both of us are experiencing something new, yeah? ‘
as he speaks a delicate claw hooks into botticellis robes and picks him up to face the owl, tan and white feathers fanning outward slightly before settling at his side once more.
‘ do tell, do you usually indulge your prey in such conversations before tossing them into your little arena doomed to die? ‘
he clicks, mismatched eyes glinting. when upset with his subjects he sent them to the bog of course, but he never killed them. nor did he kill for amusement. though, in this circumstance it certainly was tempting.
long has he lived, and long has he never been touched by death. such was the life of a faerie. whether it was a curse or a gift was uncertain, watching mortal lives crumble and shatter throughout centuries of time. though it’s easy to sense her, the scent of sugar and burning wax making her presence apparent along with the sense of peace she carried.
‘ La Muerte. ‘
he greets softly, not turning to see her and instead tucking his hands in his pockets.
clear this up:
things you should hate
things you shouldn’t hate
like for a starter!!!
Amusing? Even as he struggled against the squeeze of claws, Botticelli was QUITE aware of the irony of the situation: How many rodents had been sent to their deaths in his arena simply for the sake of amusement? He glared up at the bird.
“And what would an owl know of wickedness?” the rat hissed, debating on whether it was wise to push his luck even though the bird had said he wasn’t aiming to kill him…
‘ same as you would, i suppose. i have thoughts just as you, do i not? ‘
his beak clicked in a sort of laughter, as he knew quite well of botticellis arena. not much happened below the surface that Jareth didn’t know about. he was King of the underground, not just the labyrinth.
Botticelli can feel his heart pounding unevenly, painfully against his ribs, threatening to send him into another fit. He hadn’t even heard the bird’s descent behind him until the talons had him pinned to the damp ground. The albino writhes in the owl’s grasp, panicked snapping of his teeth trying to ward the bird off from finishing him before he could get loose—
Wait— cute?? What the h—
‘ oh, don’t worry. i’m not going to kill you. i simply find it amusing to watch the wicked writhe. ‘
for emphasis he squeezes the small being slightly, though is careful not to pierce him with sharp talons. Jareth himself wasn’t wicked, simply cruel. there was a thin line between the two, and he was quite careful not to cross it.
i move the stars for no one
Terry Moore (via malachimavet)
