there are some girls who are made for war : born for devouring the hearts of sovereigns && burning their kingdoms, gutting their world beneath their feet. girls who are forged for magic && fairy tale && holding onto their youth, some subconscious plea to absentee mother. the girl who ate the peach && forgot / the girl who are the peach && remembered ! she who saw your crown && snapped it with mere force of will. please like or reblog this post if you would be interested in roleplaying with a multimuse account featuring SARAH WILLIAMS from the movie LABYRINTH ( 1986 ). with influences from the novelization, early scripts && the novel WINTERSONG by s. jae-jones. ft. possible mythology allusions. potentially triggering for : dumb goblin kings && teen girls waging war && beating said monarchs at their own game.
( pre. at @xsoli )
I keep saying I’m rebooting && I keep meaning to only to get distracted. my intention is to come back to Sarah, however if I keep getting distracted I might just end up adding her to my multimuse ( @edenbled ) so that I don’t feel so overwhelmed with all that it takes to reboot while still being able to bring back one of my favorite muses. just stay tuned, I guess??
“I am not afraid of you,” I said quietly.
“Oh?” The Goblin King lifted his head. “I am the Lord of Mischief, the Ruler Underground,” he said, mismatched eyes glinting. “I am wildness and madness made flesh. You’re just a girl”—he smiled, and the tips of his teeth were sharp—“and I am the wolf in the woods.”
Just a girl. Just a maiden. But I wasn’t just a girl; I was the Goblin Queen. I was his Goblin Queen, and I wasn’t afraid of the wolf, that untamable wildness that could tear me limb from limb and bathe itself in my blood.
I walked toward the klavier and sat down on the bench beside him. The Goblin King’s eyes flashed with surprise, pleasure, and not a little wariness.
“I may be just a maiden, mein Herr,” I whispered. “But I am a brave maiden.”― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
and told you to bow down before him,
but you are a wolf,
so you barked out a laugh,
wrapped your claws around his throat, and whispered:
i am a warrior, a queen,
and i belong to no one."— wolves don’t bow before men // k.s. (via galaxygamora)
ahaha, this is delightful. :D
Feathers are bullshit
Birds are so much weirder looking than they seemBarn owls are Very Important Birbs
A bald owl would look like a vulture. I prefer them with their feathers all in place, thankyouverymuch.
(Source: birdologist)
Being A Slytherin Would Include…
Gryffindor | Ravenclaw | Hufflepuff
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- Getting excited every time the giant squid would swim past the glass in the common room
- Having to stock up on warm clothes bc damn it gets cold in there
- Everyone in the dorms having like ten blankets on their beds during winter
- Having huge games of Chinese whispers at the Slytherin table which confuses the whole school as to why all the Slytherins are deadly silent
- Having the sassiest and most sarcastic conversations ever with your house mates
- Staying up late on Friday nights with loads of other slytherins and playing weird drinking games with firewhisky while the minors watch in awe
- Always defending people from your house even if you’ve never talked to them before
- Getting confused as to why Slytherin is supposed to be the “badass” house because what actually goes on in the common room is eating competitions and rap battles
- Creating the strongest and most last-longing friendships
- Passing notes in class
- saying “fight me” under your breath to literally everything
- So much swearing
- Everyone swearing all the time that you forget that swearing is “bad”
- Getting told off in class for swearing
- “God fucking dammit i just spilled my fucking ink”
- “Excuse me?”
- “Sorry professor…slip of the tongue…”
- Getting extremely stubborn when people tell you what to do, making you do the opposite.
- Not being as huge a fan of Snape even though everyone thinks Slytherins worship him
- Getting really annoyed when people are surprised at how lovely you are, despite being in Slytherin
- Slytherin PRIDE
STEP ONE : A SEDUCTION. she wraps her pretty red lips
a shade names pomegranate, not cherryaround the neck of a bottle && bats her darkened eyelashes, a wordless invitation to the man across the bar who pretends not to notice as she slips in the heels she stole from her mothers closet.
STEP TWO : A DECEPTION. she lets him take her homemakes her body soft, plianthe offers her seeds && she lets them stain her chin like a sacrifice. like blood. she smiles as she kisses him, && she lets him think that all this was his idea.
STEP THREE : A KINGDOM. in this world is it widely known that the name persephone means bringer of destruction. she is hunger, she is greed, she is want && there is nothing more devastating than the ambition of a teenage girl.
STEP ONE : A SEDUCTION. she wraps her pretty red lips a shade names pomegranate, not cherry around the neck of a bottle && bats her darkened eyelashes, a wordless invitation to the man across the bar who pretends not to notice as she slips in the heels she stole from her mothers closet.
STEP TWO : A DECEPTION. she lets him take her home makes her body soft, pliant he offers her seeds && she lets them stain her chin like a sacrifice. like blood. she smiles as she kisses him, && she lets him think that all this was his idea.
STEP THREE : A KINGDOM. in this world is it widely known that the name persephone means bringer of destruction. she is hunger, she is greed, she is want && there is nothing more devastating than the ambition of a teenage girl.
conquering the ( under ) world : a three-step quide.
VICTORIOUS. sorry guys i didn’t mean to disappear. i got surprisingly busy with researching grants && stuff && my time online was limited && just life in general oof. it’s a babysitting weekend but i’m planning on being on at night to switch back && forth between accounts. i still have a starter call that i’ll be working on, but click the HEART here if you’d like a starter as well. i’d just link but idk where it is.
