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The Goblin King was sulking.
Of course, he'd deny it, if anybody, goblin, dwarf, Fae, elf, whatever, happen to mention it. It wasn't his posture that gave him away. After all, he NEVER sat upright, "correctly" in his throne, and he frequently had his hand on his chin while thinking. AND he also frequently held his riding crop while doing so.
One tip-off was the expression on his face, although you'd have to be a brave chicken (or very very fool-hardy) to try for a close look.
Another was the weather in the Labyrinth itself: not an outright storm, but building clouds and unpredictable winds.
And, oh yeah, there was the appearance of the armor. The FULL ARMOR. Black, with spikes. And his most sturdy goblin-kicking boots. (*see disclaimer)
For at this moment, various mortal bromides circled in his mind, as indistinct as the mist within one of his crystals before it would show the image.
"Third time pays for all…"
"Bad things happen in threes"
"Third time's the charm"
"Three strikes, and you're out"
"Knock three times on the ceiling…" (** see disclaimer)
What if everything with her was his third chance? How many chances did he have with her? Or what if he only had one chance?
And what if that one chance was already gone???
No wonder he was sulking.
Of course, he'd deny it, if anybody, goblin, dwarf, Fae, elf, whatever, happen to mention it. It wasn't his posture that gave him away. After all, he NEVER sat upright, "correctly" in his throne, and he frequently had his hand on his chin while thinking. AND he also frequently held his riding crop while doing so.
One tip-off was the expression on his face, although you'd have to be a brave chicken (or very very fool-hardy) to try for a close look.
Another was the weather in the Labyrinth itself: not an outright storm, but building clouds and unpredictable winds.
And, oh yeah, there was the appearance of the armor. The FULL ARMOR. Black, with spikes. And his most sturdy goblin-kicking boots. (*see disclaimer)
For at this moment, various mortal bromides circled in his mind, as indistinct as the mist within one of his crystals before it would show the image.
"Third time pays for all…"
"Bad things happen in threes"
"Third time's the charm"
"Three strikes, and you're out"
"Knock three times on the ceiling…" (** see disclaimer)
What if everything with her was his third chance? How many chances did he have with her? Or what if he only had one chance?
And what if that one chance was already gone???
No wonder he was sulking.
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“I’ll be home for Christmas. You can count on me!”
No amount of snow was going to prevent Sarah Williams from going home. Sarah was driving as fast as her little car would go, singing along to the radio to keep herself awake.
Through police cars untold and red lights unnumbered, Sarah had driven her way home, beyond the snowy city, to take back the free time that college had stolen from her. Free time that would be used well, to spend time with family and get some much needed sleep.
“Oh, sleep, how I have missed you!”
The bed was calling her name, and she intended to heed its sweet call. If only her
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A Hangover To Remember
A Labyrinth Oneshot.
A drunken night out for Sarah leads to her waking up to the mother of all hangovers and the last person she wanted to see her in such a state. Oneshot. JarethxSarah.
A Hangover To Remember
Admittedly, Sarah Williams hadn't intended to drink as much as she did. But what college student goes out for a few drinks with a couple of friends and doesn't let the night run away with them? The fact that Sarah did it with a smile on her face and a student's budget- on a Thursday night nonetheless- only made it all the better.
By the time she'd found her way back to her dorm and her own room, she had already
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“Jareth, darling, it’s time to get up.”
“Not yet, Precious. Can’t I admire you here next to me a little longer?”
“You can do it in and out of bed, my husband. Now, do I have to mess up your hair to get you moving, or will you simply be a dear and come over to help me out of bed?”
“Perhaps if you kiss me first, I would help you willingly.”
“Six months we have been married, and already you are spoiled. What shall I do with you?”
“You could start by kissing me,” said Jareth, slowly stretching next to Sarah.
“I suppose it wouldn't hurt. It can onl
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Sulking | Truth | Curiosity | Self-Pity | Friction | Candles | Bewilderment | ATypical | Gallantry | Bittersweet | Declaration & Identity
Other Moods by Labyrinth characters may be found here. And send lovely "thank-you" notes to *hawthorne-cat for encouraging me to put these together in a folder.
DISCLAIMER: If it's a character, setting, idea, etc, from the Labyrinth, I don't own it, but it's (c) Henson, Lucas, Froud, etc. If it's any other mythical / cultural creature, than it belongs to the oral history of that people-group.
If it's MOOD ARMOR, then it probably belongs to *Pika-la-Cynique from her WONDERFUL webcomic "Girls Next Door"
(Plus, see the last panel in this one pika-la-cynique.deviantart.com… for Jareth's description of his own sulking)
If it's goblin-kicking boots, then it probably belongs to ~Lixxle (Seriously - go read the fics posted in her gallery!)
If it's the song "Knock Three Times," it's performed by Tony Orlando & Dawn, go watch / listen here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=48T7GY… . Not owned by me in any way, shape, or form.
And, sadly, the idea of sulking isn't mine either. Not sure who owns it, but I know several people who do it well.
June 1st: updated chapter links
Other Moods by Labyrinth characters may be found here. And send lovely "thank-you" notes to *hawthorne-cat for encouraging me to put these together in a folder.
DISCLAIMER: If it's a character, setting, idea, etc, from the Labyrinth, I don't own it, but it's (c) Henson, Lucas, Froud, etc. If it's any other mythical / cultural creature, than it belongs to the oral history of that people-group.
If it's MOOD ARMOR, then it probably belongs to *Pika-la-Cynique from her WONDERFUL webcomic "Girls Next Door"
(Plus, see the last panel in this one pika-la-cynique.deviantart.com… for Jareth's description of his own sulking)
If it's goblin-kicking boots, then it probably belongs to ~Lixxle (Seriously - go read the fics posted in her gallery!)
If it's the song "Knock Three Times," it's performed by Tony Orlando & Dawn, go watch / listen here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=48T7GY… . Not owned by me in any way, shape, or form.
And, sadly, the idea of sulking isn't mine either. Not sure who owns it, but I know several people who do it well.
June 1st: updated chapter links
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Jareth sulking arround cracks me up every time.