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Labyrinth Fanfiction Recs/Send me recs!!!!

I haven’t made a rec post in awhile (sorry!), but I recently read a long and really amazing fic and I wanted to share it. Also, as shocking as this may sound, there comes a point where you’ve read so much fic in a fandom, that you have trouble picking new things to read, so please send me recs, including your own work! I would love to read what you’re reading/writing. So, I’m going to recommend some fics here and I hope that I receive some recs in return. Also, these are all stories that I think deserve wayyyyy more love than they’re currently getting, so please thank me for these recs by leaving reviews for the authors!

The Once and Future Queen by Snm100

Status: Complete

Rating: T

Okay, this is the story that was the impetus for this post if I’m being completely honest. The premise is that on the day of each Fae’s birth, their name and their future titles appear in a magical, heavily guarded book, and when Jareth is born, the name Sarah appears next to his. The first few chapters function as a semi-prequel, but then the rest of the story is a continuation of the moive. I really, really loved this fic. I found the concept to be super original, the world-building was superb, and Jareth was the perfect blend of snarky, flirty, and kind (not a common trait for him, but it worked really well).  She’s writing a sequel right now, so I’m definitely really interested to see how she expands on the world from here on out.

Of Goblins and Kings by Storms in my Coffee

Status: In progress

Rating: M

This is a rare Labyrinth AU fic. The author placed the story in an ambiguous time/place period that feels vaguely industrial era to me, though I couldn’t for the life of me explain why, however it’s quite clearly not modern. So far, the story has been a re-telling of Labyrinth BUT at the same time, it’s kind of like a prequel because we learn how the Labyrinth was created and how different creatures came about through this story. Unlike the movie, this story takes a much darker take on Labyrinth, which says a lot. Also Sarah’s older, which means, you guessed it, far more explicit romance. It’s basically the Labyrinth everyone wanted when they grew up.

Impossible Key by PhantomBove

Status: In progress

Rating: M

This is actually another Labyrinth AU, which probably belies my earlier point of Labyrinth AU fics being rare, but whatever. We all know it’s true. Anyway, this story is a sequel but it takes place in late 1700s, England, which is a really fascinating decision that I have never seen before in this fandom. In this fic, Sarah is a lower class working woman, and due to her financial situation she is stuck in a economically beneficial yet romnatically unideal engagement to a wealthy man. Cue strange, somewhat sexual dreams about a pair of eyes belonging to a man she doesn’t quite recognize and some #confusion. Just… read it. You’ll thank me later. Content warnings: abusive fathers, alcoholism, and sexual assault (Jareth is not the assailant, just to be clear. I’m not into dubcon/rape fics)

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“They say that strange things lurk in that forest and I’ve seen many a traveler enter it, never to return from their voyage in. Old legends say that it runs wild with fae magic, and answer’s only to the one whose blood lays claim to the forest’s lost kingdom. So, enlighten me, girl - why is someone like you risking her life by entering such a place?”

“I have no choice if I wish for my sister to keep her life.”

a moment of silence for the life rey could have led if she hadn’t been left to rot on a dead planet her whole life

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywAap-08dvM&feature=share

Here’s a link to the cutscene on YouTube cause I’ll be damned if I let even one of you miss out on something so beautiful.

Be a Disney Princess

Gentle like Snow White

Hopeful like Cinderella

Kind like Aurora

Adventurous like Ariel

Well-read like Belle

Confident like Jasmine

Peaceful like Pocahontas

Sacrificing like Mulan

Hard-working like Tiana

Independent like Merida

Supportive like Anna and Elsa

Responsible like Moana

Originally posted by bubb1e-gum-aesthetic

“If you catch a falling leave, you’ll fall in love with the person you’re walking with”


I was tagged by the lovely @katbeom to do a bias wrecker moodboard… 

Here’s Daehyun & I living the Goblin dream in Québec City. Both cheating on Youngjae.

Québec is truly one of the jewels of North America. You all have to visit it one day, it’s breathtakingly beautiful in the Fall. Me and my girls took a road trip to visit Goblin filming spots not too long ago.

I’m gonna tag @florenceisnottrash, @zeloslegs, @hyukbln & @hobi-my-hubby (Sabrina, I know you don’t care for moodboards lol #dealwithit.)

Butthurt fae are annoying.

Long story short, I set up some anti-fae wards to repel fae whom I’m not friends/allies/chill with.

One of the local fae got butthurt/offended by this. Some lady wearing a giant birdskull helmet, wrapped in black feathery garments and wreathed in shadow.

She was also offended by me being able to perceive her. Threatened to “pluck out my (spirit/etheric) eyes” so I wouldn’t be able to see spirits anymore.

(There is stories of fae blinding people who can see them.)

I found out about this because I have a cat sith roommate, Tentacle Cat. He was yelling at the Butthurt One, who was outside my metal fence.

She eventually slunk off and I had to weed out all the dying plants since she placed a blight on the garden. Dying plants was being used as a foci for the blight. I didn’t notice at first but Tentacle Cat and Hart (autumn fae court wardmaster) noticed the hex, hidden beneath several layers of glamour so I wouldn’t see it.

Bitch.

(Tentacle Cat claimed she was a member of the unseelie court/sub-court of Shadowtree, which specializes in plantblight curses.)

My companions are lodging complaints to the local neighborhood guardian, a plateback dragon. (Wingless dragon with stegosaurus-like plates, lives off solar energy, native to Californian coastal praire)

And the neighboring colonies of pygmy butterfly dragon were warned about her since I doubt they would be happy if she tried to fuck with their trees.

I also brought home a succulent lizard from the nursery and it settled in nicely among my aloe vera and other succulents.  The critter is bizarre because I saw it trilocate. The original body was around the succulent, but it astral holograms/projections around the other plants.

It was also nice seeing the verde goblins burrow into the new marigold pots and seeing Bloom, a local meadow flower/bloom serpent, tie the new plants into the existing plant etheric networks. He seemed very relaxed with enjoying them.

My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love.
 
When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay.
 
Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure.
 
It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening.
 
‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention.
 
‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already.
 
He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him.
 
He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence.
 
It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist?
 
I asked him what happened on his adventure.
 
‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me.
 
‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look.
 
‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see?
 
‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’
 
‘And so I did.
 
‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too.
 
‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better.
 
‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me.
 
‘'Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said.
 
‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life.
 
‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me.
 
‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’
 
I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter.
 
What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye?
 
‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’
 
My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale.
 
‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’
 
But I do. I really believe in it.
 
And it’s the best story I’ve heard all year.
—  Paul Magrs