#Jareth: thread ;

[frcmbelow]

location: the library

closed starter for: @hiddenxrituals (jareth)

as anti-social as she was, bella enjoyed working the front desk at the library for one reason: it allowed them to people-watch. they liked seeing who came in at what times, liked knowing what books they were checking out or what piqued their interest in that moment. they didn't particularly like interacting with the people, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made. but there was one specific library-goer that always made her clam up the second she saw him, and as he waltzed through the door now, bella felt her mouth go dry. how was she supposed to function when she was breathing the same air as him?

"good morning," she croaked, immediately clearing her throat. maybe he wouldn't look up at all and keep strolling by? but the accidental eye contact that she made with him was about to determine what happened next.

[theluckyonerp]

Where: Club Delirium Who: Hemlock and Cassie (@sparepcrts)

The last thing Hemlock needed right now was to meet someone new. But Lenovo was convinced that he and Lenovo's friend would get along very well. He begrudgingly agreed figuring he needed something anyway to celebrate the news that he was going to be a dad. Still trying to get used to that idea...He'd been waiting with gilen, who was rambling on about the cute Tattoo Artist he had met the other day. Hemlock nursed a glass of whatever Gilen had ordered for him. He kept looking to the door, waiting for them to walk through.

Only when he stopped looking though did he feel a hand pat his back. "Oh Lenovo! hey man...where's-" that's when his eyes drifted over to small brunette next to Lenovo. He felt his heart flutter a little. No it wasn't great timing, horrible timing even but Hemlock smiled softly "Hey! you're Cassie right?" He signed before putting his hand out her to shake. "I'm Hemlock...." He hadn't even noticed Lenovo slip away. Though he figured he'd go right to Gilen which...he was right. "so how bad of a rep did Lenovo give me. Be honest! I can take it" He teased.

[mercurysunstar]

who: zach and jareth @sparepcrts

when the munchies hit, zach usually timed it perfectly so that he'd be home and not out so he wouldn't buy a bunch of shit he didn't need. however he got distracted this time around and was in the middle of the food court when it hit, causing him to order from three different places before he sat down with all his food in front of him. "...fuck all of this looks so good," he rubbed his hands together and gently hit the persons elbow next to him, "you want any?"

[silcntsinners]

Small starter for @storiest0ld

Jareth x Sarah

It had been many years since the two had been united, Jareth had left Sarah alone and let her live a wonderful life. He had kept himself busy within his own world, living amongst his goblins and trying his best to forget about Sarah. It was the least he could do as he would have truly done anything for her. Time had past and yet, he somehow had ended up in an unfamiliar place. He woke up to suddenly finding himself on a busy street with many strange objects, standing tall as if the unknown magic had woke him.

Jareth looked around, thrown off and confused. His outfit only made him stand out like a sore thumb. The man only stopped glancing around confused when seeing a brown haired woman standing at a crossing and waiting to cross the road. He blinked a few times, thinking he was dreaming before taking a few steps to place his hand on Sarah’s shoulder.

[nerditudes]

"You remind me of the babe."

[bigidiotenergytm]

There's commotion within the castle's walls.

Whispers ranging from low to weaselly. Gasps, murmurs, a being forcing the others to quiet to little to no avail. There's something ASTIR within the kingdom itself. Something that's entered this world that causes a disturbance. Everyone feels it. From the lowliest of goblins, to the creatures, to the Goblin King himself.

It's something Jareth has never felt before. Not a creature of his own making, not a creature from the realm that usually casts its unwanted here. There's a curiosity that fills him. A curiosity, an excitement. All but interrupted by a goblin scurrying his way to the window where the king sits to look out of.

"J-Jareth! There's something-"

"Quiet, you useless fool." He'd hiss, not bothering to look at the small creature that's come to tell him nothing. The goblin shrinks back in the response, but the walls are still rumbling with voices of disturbance. Jareth would then conjure a crystal ball. One that reflects the very beginning of the labyrinth— the place people are brought to if they are not taken in by the goblins themselves. The imagery would twirl around inside the crystal until the physical surroundings morph to reflect the inside.

With a movement of his cape being adjusted, the ball vanishes. Jareth's to be right behind this anomaly that's stirred his palace. This person— this... well, inhuman's presence alone is enough to set this world out of balance. Something that clearly does not belong here is something that the labyrinth reacts to the most. And in that, is something that the Goblin King reacts to the most.

"You are far from home... Astarion," What a unique name. The realm cannot tell Jareth more than that. Not even what exactly the other is. There's a great power surrounding the visitor. "Do you know where you are?"

@voicestm

[frcmbelow]

location: outside of the library

closed starter for: @hiddenxrituals (jareth)

she felt like she was melting, certifiably turning into a puddle on the sidewalk with each step she took. and yet bella refused to give up her jeans and long-sleeves shirts, her hands hiding beneath the cuffs as she made her way to work. whatever was in the air felt deadly, and the sooner she could escape inside and soak up that glorious air conditioning, the better. at this point, bella was just lucky that se had that little charm she'd been gifted as a kid, the very one that kept her from exploding from the exposure of the heinous sun beating down on her.

practically blind from how bright it was, she didn't see jareth coming until it was too late. their bodies had already collided, and she managed to drop everything in her arms. a soft-yet-frustrated sigh escaped her, and she only managed to glance at him before dropping down to the pavement. she'd been avoiding him since the first time they'd spoken, and she intended to keep avoiding him, but the streets of dreadmoor clearly had other plans for her.

"sorry about that," she muttered, just barely catching a few loose papers before they blew away in the wind. "maybe this is my sign to invest in a pair of sunglasses."

[theluckyonerp]

Where: The Diner Who: Gilen and Jareth (@sparepcrts)

There were only a handful of people Gilen was fully comfortable around and that was the boys and His moms. Maybe some of his co-workers. So it was never a surprise when Gilen would leave to have lunch with his Best friend Jareth. "You have anything new for me to read today?" He questioned taking a bite of his sandwich. Gilen Loved Jareth's writing more than Hemlocks if he was being brutally honest but he would rather die than say that out loud.

[bardic-tales]

3.17.25 - Symbolism - Obsession & Devotion

Disclaimer: This post only applies to the Fantasy Worlds Collide (FWC) Sephiroth and Post-Nibelheim. While he is portrayed as accurately as I can, there may be some characteristics that differ. Most notably, he can't purge his love for Bianca Moore from him in the Lifestream.

Sephiroth, as portrayed in Fantasy Worlds Collide, draws inspiration from iconic dark lovers such as Erik in the Phantom of the Opera and Jareth from Labyrinth, blending themes of obsession, control, and tragic vulnerability. Much like the Phantom and Jareth, his love is as possessive as it is passionate, challenging the boundary between devotion and domination.

This article explores the thematic and symbolic connections between these characters, analyzing how their desire for love is entwined with their need for control. By examining Sephiroth’s obsession through this lens, we uncover the deeper tragedy of his character: a man who cannot accept loss and will rewrite reality itself to keep what he desires.

Content Warning: abuse, coercion, dominance, emotional manipulation, obsession, power imbalance, possessiveness, psychological control, toxic relationships

Sephiroth, as portrayed in Fantasy Worlds Collide, embodies the archetype of the obsessive, domineering lover in a way reminiscent of both the Phantom from the Phantom of the Opera and Jareth from Labyrinth. All three characters share an intense, almost otherworldly allure, coupled with a profound sense of isolation and a desire to claim the woman they fixate on as both a lover and an extension of their own existence.

Like the Phantom, Sephiroth is a figure cast away from humanity, his genius and power setting him apart in a way that breeds both grandiosity and loneliness. His love for Bianca, much like the Phantom’s obsession with Christine, is not built on equality but on the belief that she is meant to be his, tied to him by fate and destiny rather than mutual choice. This transforms their bond into something deeply possessive, where love and control are intertwined in an inescapable mixture of devotion and domination.

Jareth, on the other hand, represents another facet of Sephiroth’s dynamic with Bianca: temptation and the offer of a new reality shaped by his will. Just as Jareth presents Sarah with the promise of a kingdom where she would be his queen, Sephiroth offers Bianca a place in his envisioned future, a world reshaped by his divine will where she stands at his and Jenova's side as his dark queen. Both Jareth and Sephiroth do not merely love their respective women. They see them as integral to their self-concept, a missing piece that must be acquired to complete their ultimate vision. This is not mere romance. It is a test of devotion. It is a demand for submission cloaked in the guise of love. The power imbalance in these relationships makes them compelling, as they are driven by a question. Will the woman they desire yield to them, or will she resist and retain her own autonomy?

Despite these controlling tendencies, all three characters demonstrate moments of vulnerability, making their obsessions more tragic than purely villainous. For all his manipulations and cruelty, the Phantom is ultimately a man who yearns for love but does not know how to receive it in a way that is not possessive or coercive. despite his playful and charismatic exterior, Jareth masks a deeper loneliness, hiding his own need for love beneath the illusion of omnipotence. In the FWC, Sephiroth mirrors this same tragedy. His bond with Bianca is not just about power, but about the fear of being alone in his vision. The Red Thread of Fate between them is both a connection and a shackle, amplifying his possessive nature while also revealing his deepest insecurity: the possibility of losing her. In this way, his obsession is not just an extension of his power-hungry ambitions but a desperate attempt to hold onto the one person who understands and truly loves him in all his dark glory.

Symbolically, these characters represent the dangers of unchecked obsession and the blurred lines between love and control. The Phantom, Jareth, and Sephiroth all offer their respective women a kind of love that is intoxicating, powerful, and deeply binding, yet it is love on their terms, dictated by their desires rather than the needs of their partner. Like Christine and Sarah, Bianca is faced with a choice. Should she surrender to this love and allow herself to be consumed by it or to navigate the fine line between devotion and self-preservation? This struggle adds complexity to their relationships, making them not just romantic figures but symbols of deeper psychological and emotional conflicts. Their love is one of possession, but it is also a manifestation of their own insecurities. It is their need for control stemming from the fear of abandonment and irrelevance.

What makes Sephiroth particularly compelling in this dynamic is that unlike the Phantom, who is ultimately rejected, or Jareth, who allows Sarah to slip away, Sephiroth does not accept loss. His obsession with Bianca is woven into his very being, reinforced by their soul bond, their shared destiny, and his belief she is a key figure in his destiny.

This is what elevates his possessiveness beyond that of his literary counterparts. His connection to Bianca is not just emotional but metaphysical. The Red Thread of Fate ensures that even if she were to resist, he would still feel her presence. He would still experience the echoes of her existence within him. This makes their relationship even more dangerous, as his love is not one that can be severed easily. It is as much a curse as it is a bond. It's an unbreakable tether that fuels his possessive need to keep her by his side, whether by will or by force.

Ultimately, Sephiroth, the Phantom, and Jareth all embody the archetype of the dark, obsessive lover: men who exist on the fringes of humanity, offering a love that is both captivating and suffocating. Their relationships are not about simple romance, but about power, identity, and control, making them some of the most compelling figures in fiction. Sephiroth’s unique tragedy lies in his refusal to let go and his unwavering belief that Bianca is his by divine right. This makes their love story one of intense passion and inevitable destruction of existence and possibly themselves. It is a tale of a battle between autonomy and possession, devotion and domination. In the end, their bond, like the stories of the Phantom and Jareth, serves as a haunting reminder of the fine line between love and obsession and the consequences of crossing it.

tagging some fellow mutuals: @themaradwrites @whatwedointhecraft @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap @seastarblue

@inkandimpressions @arrthurpendragon

[hiddenxrituals]

"Well hey, please be my guest to prove me wrong," Jareth flashed his brother a quick smile. "I've heard that people have written about how fuckin' painful it is, so either no everyone is that invested, or they can't figure out how to make it better. For your sake, I'm hoping it's the first option, because clearly, you've thought about it." He let out a soft sigh. "Our break is that we're normal people for most of the month, I guess. Just, you know, with annoyingly enhanced hearing and smelling. That one, I could do without, honestly."

his face twisted into a disheartened scowl when jareth pointed out the unlikelihood of it being a thing. “i was going to try and talk to someone. i don’t know who but i’ve meet enough magical creatures and people that i figured someone would maybe know something.” hendrix was under the impression that maybe people just didn’t know what they went through every moon phase. he didn’t know a lot about the other species he shared the planet with, though he was learning more and more as he got older and acted on curiosities he avoided before. “i feel like we should be able to get a little bit of a break. i feel like we got the worst end of the supernatural stick.”

[komakesthings]

A while back I made Jareth's crop out of a metal cane and existing crop and I had this nagging thought in my head telling me "I bet you could make this from scratch and make it even more movie accurate too...". So here's version 2, made completely from scratch with some wooden dowels, worbla, a contact juggling ball, and a few other bits and pieces.

Really thrilled with how this turned out, super satisfying to have created something so cool from scratch. Shout out to the amazingly talented Alyson Tabbitha for her Jareth costume tutorial on Youtube, which I used to make the Jareth shirt used in the first photo. The pic of me as Jareth holding the crop has become one of my favourite pictures that I've taken of my prop replicas, so glad that it turned out exactly like I pictured in my head. I'll put a few WIP shots below!

I used two dowels for this project, a a 7/8 inch large wooden dowel for the handle, and a 7/16 inch dowel for the rod part. I drilled into the larger rod so that I could slot the smaller rod inside of it, and both rods were drilled into so I could insert a wood pin to strengthen the join.

I added some wire to help form the "talons" of the crop, which was then covered by worbla. I also used a cut off bit of a wooden door knob to form a little trim piece for the end of the crop handle.

The crystal is a 50 mm contact juggling ball, which had just enough wiggle room in the "Talons" where I can squeeze it in and out to make painting easier. Just as an FYI, the crystal in these WIP pictures was a smaller one that I swapped out later, so excuse that continuity error!

I used my heat gun to heat/form the worbla, but I made sure not to apply the heat to the contact juggling ball as it was made out of acrylic and could deform with heat. I would use the heat gun to warm the worbla, then while it was still hot I would put the ball in place and form the worbla around it. Any blemishes on the ball (From either the worbla or the paint in the later stages), came off with a q-tip dampened with rubbing alcohol.

For this project, painting was using a filler primer, followed by a black glossy spray paint, followed by a silver spray paint, a wash of black acrylic paint to bring out the details, and some silver rub n'buff on the highest points of the sculpt.

Then I just wound the rod with some leather binding tape, patterned out the slappy bit of the crop, sewed a little pocket onto the slappy bit so that it could slot onto the crop, and then tidied up the join area with some waxed thread.

[pants-magic-pants]

✧⊹JARETH BALLROOM COAT⊹✧

[This post is part of a series about constructing Jareth’s entire masquerade ball costume. Visit the master post here.]

Making the Buttons [Post 1 of 2] - This post is an explanation of the process. - Post 2 is a video.

The buttons were the very first thing I made, once enough pretty shiny materials had been collected. They were so much fun. They weren't hard, it just took a bit of time and attention to detail. With that, let's get to it...

The coat has two in front and two in the back. Here are two different photos, the first from Aria Couture and the second from Yosa Addiss.

You’ll see that they’ve suffered some damage through the years, and as of now there are no high definition close-ups of them, so that we can really look and discern what might have been there back when everything was intact. One of the front ones is gone!

What I did notice was a general warmth and multidimensional sort of coloring about them, which is why my approach involved layers. A lot of aspects of this costume don’t present themselves as definitively colored; there’s always a two-toned or iridescent quality to them. For that reason, I built everything on top of a layer of copper flakes. It gave the buttons the warmth they needed despite that the rest of what is seen within them is cool-toned. 

There are the blue, spherical cabochons lining the outside; spherical, not angular. Within them, there is seemingly a mix of silver/metallic beads, and “crystals” that may have been anything from blue, to green, to yellow. Hard to say. This part comes down to the individual!

Does this diagram make sense and it is necessary? Probably not.

My choice was to do alternating silver and transparent grey beads, and then pool the center with hot glue and sea glass shards that were left over from the breaking down process. Since making the video of the replica, I did start to feel that less vs. more looked better for the glass, so I pruned a few pieces out of my buttons. I like them overall, but they need to be secured really well, and there was/is still a risk of shards popping out. It is a delicate costume. 

Next, we need to discuss the actual button bases. This was tricky. The whole thing is going to be covered, so they can’t be stitched on in the normal way, as there’s no outlet for the needle. You might be thinking a shank button would be good, since they are flat with protruding holes underneath:

BUT there's so much stuff that needs to go on them, they would definitely end up drooping. My solution to this problem was to buy flat just run-of-the-mill 4-hole buttons that were stapled onto cardboard, and remove the cardboard with the staples still attached. Then tighten the staples so that my needle could juuuuust get through. 

How do you like these puppies?!

Attaching them wasn’t too hard. I held the button a little bit away from the coat, brought my needle to the inside interfacing, and poked it out where the button should go, then brought the needle underneath the staple, then back into the coat, etc. etc. making 5-10 loops before pulling the thread and drawing up the button against the coat. Then, the needle was brought through the inside and knotted tightly into the interfacing, almost exactly where it had begun. 

Yayyyy buttons.

Because these were so delicate, they were almost the last thing added to the coat. They had to go on before the lining was closed, obviously, so that’s the only reason they came before the glue shenanigans. Glue shenanigans were all top switched once the coat didn’t need to be handled or laid down anymore. 

So... there it is. Some of this felt redundant but then I remember that there are new people visiting my blog, and I want things to be easy for them.

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[prythianpages]

I know I said the next part to my Like An Angel series with Eris would be fluff and lighthearted but I couldn't help myself with some angst✨ I also wanted to drop more clues/context as to what's to come. I'm currently working on finishing it but here's a sneak peak, if you'd like to read:

"Who does he think he is, making demands of me?" Beron seethes, his voice laced with frustration, as he paces back and forth in his study.  “I’ve graciously taken in his daughter. I’ve even granted him half of his money upfront. And yet where is his end of the bargain?”

Eris, standing nearby, observes with cautious eyes, gauging the storm brewing within his father. The amber hues of his eyes mirror the leaves that rustle in the court's eternal autumn and he prays his father can’t hear the rapid beating of his heart as he says, “Call off the wedding...”

And wed her to me, he wants to add but the words stick in his throat. The painful truth lingers deep in his chest, nestled next to the strings of fate that bind him to you. It’s best if you leave this court and go somewhere far. Far away where happiness might embrace you. Far away from the cruel clutches of his father’s power. Far away where you may free him of this torment…but the more time he spends with you, the more precarious the thread his honor hangs on becomes. He fears that nowhere would be far enough now.

“Call off the wedding?” Beron laughs in an incredulous manner. The gold and crimson tapestries adorning the walls seem to shiver in response to his father’s simmering frustration. When Beron abruptly turns to face Eris, the younger male can’t help but flinch. “When you were the one who suggested this arrangement to begin with.”

Eris’s throat tightens. He had been the one to suggest this arranged marriage. 

Your father, a respected merchant, extended an offer to Beron – an offer that, even now, Eris grapples to comprehend fully. It was a proposal that was lured with promises of enhanced power for the High Lord of Autumn in exchange for wealth and elevated status.

With no available Vanserra daughters to marry your father to and Sawyer's nightly endeavors tarnishing the family name, it led Eris to suggest an arranged marriage between you and Sawyer. A futile attempt to protect his younger brother from a fate similar to Lucien’s…but at what cost?

The Cauldron must be bubbling with amusement at the irony of it all. For, unknowingly, Eris orchestrated the union between you, his mate, and his brother.

Eris wills himself to maintain an outward appearance of calm. “What’s so important about this exchange anyway?” He asks with a measured voice.

“Jareth has access to something precious,” Beron responds, his words chosen with deliberate care. "Something that may hold the key to immortality."

Eris's eyebrows furrow in contemplation, his mind racing to grasp at what special thing your father could be harboring. "What if Jareth is bluffing?" 

Beron's eyes darken, sending a shiver down Eris's spine. His heart sinks to his stomach as he can already anticipate what his father is going to say.

 “Then, I’ll kill his precious daughter.”

**

(A/n: i made a little bridgerton reference in here 🤧 couldn’t help myself, I love Kate & Anthony 💕)

[thethreefaes]

“Er.. well.” She brought her hand back out, looking over the healing burn. Her magic doing its best to speed along the process.

“The elf was curious if… if iron affected me like a full blooded fae. So he shook my hand while wearing an iron ring.” Lyra’s face turned red in embarrassment. “He… had a strong grip.” It had burned painfully and took her kicking him to let go. Not her proudest moment. Trying to laugh it off she shrugged her shoulders.

“I suppose that’s what events like these are for. Learning of other beings and what not. I… help a lot of creatures that are in the human realm. Healing mostly. I believe the host was curious as I don’t claim any title or clan really.”

Hearing him boast about his own parties had Lyra giggling.

“I would be honored to attend.” Never would she imagine being invited willingly to an event as extravagant.

“I’ll be sure to clear my schedule should I receive an invite from you.”

She blushed when he spoke her name and gave a small bow. The half fae hadn’t expected him to return the polite gesture. Maybe he didn’t realize what she was?

Lyra caught his glance at her hand. Looking down and realizing the burn still hadn’t healed fully she hid her hand behind her back. Letting out a quiet nervous laugh.

“Sorry. I hadn’t realized it was still red. Very unsightly. I apologize.” Jareth didn’t seem to mind but she didn’t want to risk the nice calm that had settled around the two.

“A silly little joke one of the elven lords did.” Though she was certain it wasn’t meant as a joke. Lyra decided to shift the conversation to him.

“I bet your masquerades and dances are just as extravagant, Lord Jareth. You have the very aura of elegance to you.”

[checkmatein3moves]

How are the ROs as swimmers? Is Oracle Island the kind of island that people can swim on or to? (That feels like a weird sentence but I don't know how else to ask it.)

i think yes, overall. oracle has beaches and swimming is allowed. however, given the wealth and the architecture and the quality of the water, it's far more common for rich people to have pleasure cruises or beachside villas with big pools right by the coast. public swimming pools near the beaches too, to keep up some vacationy illusion for the less well off.

to elaborate — as an example — jareth and his family, having grown up in a seaside town, would've been plagued by the effects of the rich having all their beach homes dotted around a couple of miles away when more than one of the towns and villages were struggling economically. community is hanging by a thread when someone high up comes into town and businesses compete to be the one to fill a large order of seafood or imported wine, teams have to be hired on minimum wage to make sure the parties don't leave behind lots of waste.

so, to segue, jareth is a great swimmer. half fish, more likely to have immunity built up to whatever endocrine disrupting shit is living in the water. overall, actually swimming is probably much less of a rich thing because they can have pools for status symbols but of course they have much better things to do! i can see sailor enjoying swimming, and i can see hebe enjoying it for the rebellion and windo for the thrill - especially skinny dipping.

unless it's horizon. rules are different and chaotic there. the lake has more people swimming in it at once than like, any other body of water.

[gedwimora]

i just remembered on one of my old multis i had a thread between my jareth (yes that one. from the 80s) with a danaerys and it was just starting to get off the ground and be interesting when they like vanished and deactivated. fucking tragedy.