Me VS my desire to escape to the labyrinth world
i simp for him
Jareth x GN reader
Warnings: none. The term “queen” is used but not supposed to be seen as a gendered name in Jareth’s silly little eyes.
In My Sister’s Place (Part 2 of 2)
Here you are, lovelies! Part 2 of “In My Sister’s Place”. As always, familiar characters are NEVER mine!
Fandom: Labyrinth
Warnings: A bit of angst, but a happy ending.
Pairings/Characters: Jareth the Goblin King x fem!reader, mentions of Sarah and Toby
Your eyes burned with tears that you hastily wiped away. First the obelisk, then the ballroom, the fireys fiends, and the Bog of Eternal Stench. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed with the Goblin King’s labyrinth. And yet, every time you saw said king, it sent pleasant shivers down your spine and your heart began racing. You weren’t sure if it was your hopeless romantic self or if the labyrinth was messing with your mind and heart, but you could feel yourself coming to care for the Goblin King.
Your mind raced every time you thought back to the ballroom and how he’d held you close to him. How he’d gazed into your eyes. If you hadn’t known better, you’d say he cared for you as well. But then you recalled how he had your baby brother and how scared Toby must feel. It set you back on the path and, before you knew it, you had made it into the castle.
listen I say this with patience bc some people may genuinely have not thought about this before but if you firmly say “AI art is terribly unethical and steals from artists” (which is correct) but then turn around and use voice AIs to generate songs/voice lines that sound like your favourite voice actors or singers……………………………………that is also AI art and it is also terribly unethical
just a few examples of voice actors making their stance clear for all the ppl who are trying to disagree w me
Prompt No. 8
"So... You're Civilian? Hero's lookalike?" Villain asked slowly, tilting their head as they stared at the small figure sitting hunched over on the table.
Civilian sighed, their head drooping even more. It wasn't the first time they'd been mistaken for Hero and fortunately, getting shrunken was the least crazy thing to happen to them. "Yes..."
It's been the 3rd time this week, ever since Hero's mask was torn off by Supervillain, everyone would look at Civilian as if they were Hero or ask if they're related. Usually, being the lookalike of a bigshot celebrity means having fun and awkward encounters of people mistaking you for them. Excpet being the lookalike of a hero is far from fun when nearly every criminal in the city is after them.
"Is that so..." Villain huffed, shrugging as they turned their back on Civilian, "I can't believe I made such a mistake. My apologies, allow me to just find my resetter."
"Yeah, yeah, I know you'll be using me as hostage so can you make the ropes-- Wait huh?" Civilian raised their head with wide eyes.
Villain glanced at them with a quirked eyebrow, "Why would I make you a hostage?"
The heat was slowly rushing to Civilian's face, their eyes darting everywhere, "I-isn't that what you do? Take people hostage as leverage?"
The criminal went back to searching their drawers, "Mhm, that is true. But I have better ways of luring Hero, there would be no need for a hostage."
"I-is that so..."
"And besides, I have standards." The criminal pulled a fancy looking device from one of the drawers with a smirk, turning to Civilian, they winked at them before pointing it in front of them. "And you, my dear, has met nearly all of it."
Civilian's face turned a bright red, they looked down again, using one hand to casually hide their face while trying to seem as unaffected and composed as possible, "a-ahem... And, what else could I possibly be not meeting?"
Civilian looked at the criminal, trying to maintain eye contact, to appear confident. Though they immediately faltered when they saw such a dangerous gleam in their eyes.
"Size." And with that, the criminal pressed a button on the device which shot a bright beam at Civilian, in a blink of an eye, they were back to normal and awkwardly sat on the rather small table.
It looked like a large table when they were shrunken but now they can barely fit on its top. Just as Civilian was about to jump down, Villain offered their hand to them, guiding them down the table.
"Let's meet soon, shall we?" Before Civilian was able to answer, the criminal teleported them away, back to the place where they were first taken. A crumpled paper was in their hand with what they assume to be Villain's number.
Prompt #3209
“You deserve the world.”
“Cute, coming from anyone else. However, I’m going to remind both of us that you’re a supervillain and I do not, in fact, want you to conquer the world for me.”
“Common mistake?”
“Would you believe me if I told you it’s happened before?”
# 34
The judge narrowed their eyes as they saw a familiar face just barely enter their court room.
Of all the people to walk through those court doors the villain was the one person the judge did not want to see.
Clearing their throat the judge spoke with disdain clear in their voice." I'm sure that Whatever it is you did this time, you're most certainly guilty of it ." The judge had said with a long sigh.
The villain hadn't even made it fully past the doors before stopping in their place with a funny little look in their eyes.
"Sorry to disappoint you today but I'm afraid I'm not here for you." The villain had said with forged sadness. " You see, I'm simply here for jury duty." The villain had said with a simple shrug.
"But, if you really want to see me in the hot seat that badly I guess I could cause a little trouble later on in the day. " the villain had said once more with a rather smug smile.
“Hey, Civilian~” Villain mused. “I’m here to—“
“Kidnap me.” The other interrupted, brandishing a frying pan in the intruder’s direction. “I know. You’ve been doing it non stop for months. Go away. I’m in the middle of cooking dinner.”
Apprehensive, Civilian held the pan tighter.
Of everything she grabbed she just had to have grabbed the frying pan instead of a knife.
Civilian wasn’t even quite sure why she was fighting back. She knew Villain’s base better than her own home—even the henchmen knew her by name. It was humiliating to a certain a degree, and infuriating on another. All she wanted was to stay home and mind her own business. But no! Villain was here to throw a wrench in her plans.
Again.
“Good. We can eat together before we get going—I ran out of snacks in my base.” Casually, Villain stepped closer.
Civilian’s nose scrunched. “Why do you keep doing this anyways?” She pointed the frying pan closer to Villain’s face, a warning. “Don’t move.”
“Because, my dearest Civilian, this is how I get Hero’s attention. You know that it isn’t personal.” Villain replied, tenderly wrapping her hands around Civilian’s wrists and lowering the makeshift weapon.
“It’s business.” Civilian added, unable to contain her eye roll. She yanked her wrists away and let the pan hang loose at her side. “Couldn’t you kidnap any other person?”
“Nope.” Villain hummed.
“Well now it definitely feels personal.” Civilian muttered, turning back to the kitchen.
It would be a miracle if the food wasn’t burnt. Even when she had her full attention on cooking she somehow she found a way to mess it up.
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“Do you have to tie me up too?” Civilian squirmed, but Villain tightened the rope and forced her back straight against the chair.
“You look pretty like this.” Villain said smugly, holding onto Civilian’s shoulders and leaning forward, her lips brushing the shell of her victim’s ear. “Besides, there are appearances to maintain. It wouldn’t be very flashy if you were just sitting here.”
Heat rushed up to Civilian’s face, but she only glared harder at the floor and made a weak attempt to pull away. It wasn’t like the rope was going to budge—Villain was too good at tying knots to leave a weakness in her handiwork—but the spark of resistance helped her overcome some of the annoyance about how the entire thing had become a routine.
“Can you stop breathing in my ear?” Civilian grumbled. “It’s annoying.”
“Alrighty. You know what to do from here.” Villain gently squeezed Civilian’s shoulders before standing back up to her full height.
“‘Oh save me, Hero, I’m a pitiful damsel in distress.’”
“Pretend to be distressed. It’s the least you can do to be a good captive.”