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victusinveritas · 11 months
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400 [hundred: typo that I need to leave as a sign of shame and the necessity of proof reading--maze is just 400 years old and not 40000] year old (not) abandoned maze in Spain. Edit: As pointed out, the hedges are not in fact abandoned, but carefully maintained by expert hedgers. https://www.pazodesanlorenzo.com/en/about/
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jareckiworld · 1 year
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István Orosz — Four Mazes  (etching, 1989)
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thekambler · 3 months
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Huge day on r/TheKambler!!!
After months of waiting and work and glazing and firing, my maze mug I’ve made is finally done!!!
It is solvable! I’m so happy!
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noosphe-re · 7 months
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Labyrinth in Chartres Cathedral (from Mazes and Labyrinths: A General Account of Their History and Development by W. H. Matthews)
Source: Gailhabaud, J. "L'Architecture Du Vme Au Xviime Siecle Et Les Arts Qui En Dependent" 1858
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jezmmart · 1 month
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#Bedruary Day 18 - Sleep-Walking
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thatsbelievable · 1 year
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perikiro · 5 months
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Last week when I'd just started recovering from covid I had a day where I needed to sit upright all the time or I'd start coughing, but I also had too much of a headache to look at any screens, so whenever I got bored of reading I just started sketching a bunch of mazes in my notebook for some reason. I decided to clean up my favourite one digitally though and I made this (it is possible to solve btw!)
It was really fun so I think I'll make more of them in the future, maybe put them together in a little digital zine for free on my ko-fi shop or something. I didn't know what to do with this one so I'm just posting it here lmao, maybe some of you guys would enjoy it ♡
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anne-chloe · 3 months
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Trust Me | One |
Jareth/Goblin King x F!Reader
Summary: As Sarah's next door neighbour, you're often Mrs Williams' last resort as a babysitter. Sarah had never liked this, but she can be extremely unreliable at times. One stormy night, Sarah grows frustrated with her baby brother and babysitter, resulting in saying a phrase that she later wants to take back. Now, you are stuck in The Goblin Kings realm with little hope to returning home again, unless Sarah can reach the castle and defeat Jareth in time.
The rain started to roll in from outside. It was peaceful; windy, cold weather that only made you snuggle into the blanket further while you continued to read through your book.
Protected by the warmth of your house, you sighed gratefully and continued to delve into the exciting world of The Hobbit. You'd be partial to reading it at first, but after much encouragement from your local librarian, you caved.
Then, an abrupt knock disturbed your peace. You dog-eared the page and placed the book down, now approaching the door with curiosity of who would be visiting you during such furious, bitter rain. You opened the door, surprised to see your neighbour wrapped in a coat, her formal dress poking from underneath.
"Is everything alright, Mrs. Williams?" You asked in worry, eyes flickering towards her fully lit house to the right. Nothing seemed out of place, which only deepened your curiosity.
Mrs. Williams tried to hide her scowl, but you were rather attentive and caught it immediately. She shivered from the cold, and you were about to invite her inside to the warmth before she began explaining why she had knocked so late into the evening.
"My husband and I are going out for dinner, and Sarah is supposed to be babysitting Tobey. She's late. I was wondering if you'd step in and look after Tobey tonight, and Sarah too once she finally shows up."
This didn't come as a surprise to you.
Sarah was always returning home later than she had promised her parents. Because of this, Mrs. Williams constantly pulled her hair from frustration; you'd offered a couple times in the past so the couple could be free to enjoy their social evenings together. Mrs. Williams was kind and always made sure to pay you fairly for your troubles, even though you assured her that it was fine.
"Yes, that won't be a problem. Let me grab my shoes and I'll be right over."
Mrs. Williams left and you departed to find your shoes. With the weather being so drizzly, you weren't going to risk darting across the garden in your slippers like you had previously done in the past. Not only that, but you'd rather not drag mud into Mrs. Williams' pristine home. You knew from experience of how frustrating it was to try and scrub dried and wet mud from the cream carpets.
You slipped on your running shoes and exited the house. You'd left a note in the kitchen for your own parents once they returned from work, so they would know where you had vanished to. Then, you made your way to the Williams' home quickly, a thin jacket pulled over your head to protect you from the weather in your extremely brief journey.
The door was already unlocked, just as Mrs. Williams had promised, and so you let yourself straight in as you usually did. Both Mr and Mrs. Williams were gathered in the foyer, touching up the final pieces of their outfits.
Mrs. Williams swarmed over to you and wrapped you into a thankful embrace. You returned it and released a small laugh. "Thank you for this, [Name], I'm so grateful that we can always count on you to be there for Sarah and Tobey."
You pulled away, your hands holding Mrs. Williams' calloused hands gently. You gave a reassuring squeeze. "Of course. I absolutely adore caring for Tobey, and Sarah can be a delight once the conversation is favourable to her."
Yourself and Sarah didn't always see eye-to-eye. In Mrs. Williams' eyes, you were the perfect example of how Sarah should act and behave. You were always punctual and never without a kind word spoken for anyone. Unlike Sarah, who despised Tobey, her annoying step-brother who consumed all the attention and, therefore, affection.
Despite this, you held no grudge for Sarah. She was simply a hormonal 15 year old with a deeply rooted passion for theatre; while you were a 19 year old with simple aspirations for life. You were a fresh-faced, young adult with the world ahead of you, and yet you idolised your parents marriage and desired for a love life so similar.
Mr and Mrs. Williams then swiftly departed with minimal instructions, seeing as how you babysat Tobey and Sarah frequently. There weren't many house rules that you needed to remember, as a lot of them were similar to your own. They were reasonable—don't make a mess, clean up after yourself, be respectful, and don't go in their bedroom.
You waved Mr and Mrs Williams' away and closed the door once they were out of sight. Then, you headed up the stairs and down the hall to Tobey's bedroom, where he was awake and smiling fondly from his crib.
You reached in and pulled him out, tapping your finger playfully against his little button nose. He squealed in delight and nuzzled into your warmth, and your heart melted at the motion. It would be a dream for you to have a child one day, and if they were as wonderful as Tobey then you'd be satisfied.
"What shall we do this evening?" You asked Tobey with a curious hum. You gently patted his bum as you held him, taking note of how red his eyebrows were and how droopy his eyes had become. "Perhaps we should settle you to sleep."
And so you lay him down in your arms with one of the many picture books from his room, then settled yourself into the comfy rocking chair across from his crib. You skilfully opened the book with one hand and began to read to Tobey.
Within seconds, his eyes fluttered shut and his soft snores filled your ears. You placed the book onto the shelf next to you and continued to rock Tobey for a little while longer before settling him down into the crib. You placed a bear into his hand and tucked a blanket under his arms, then you stroked his head and blew him a loving kiss.
You slipped out of the room and closed the door with a soft click. Then, you headed downstairs and into the kitchen, where you began making yourself a cup of tea. You made your way into the lounge and cosied yourself onto the sofa, flicking on the TV and searching through some of the channels.
The door opened half an hour later, the rain only getting heavier, with Sarah dripping wet and her shoes thick with mud. You jumped up to greet her, a smile lighting your face, but Sarah's immediate scowl caused you to freeze in the doorway.
"Let me get you a towel," you offered, gesturing to her dripping hair, which clung to the sides of her face. You entered the downstairs bathroom and pulled out a fresh, clean towel, then you headed back to Sarah where she kicked off her shoes in the foyer. You tried not to grimace at the mud that was now stained into the beautiful carpet.
You approached Sarah and held out the towel for her to take. "Here."
Sarah huffed and practically snatched the towel from your hands. You retracted your hands awkwardly and lingered next to her as she roughly began drying her hair. "Why are you still here?" Sarah asked as she lowered the towel, her 'thank you' nonexistent.
You tried not to frown, but your lips twitched at the abruptness of her words. "Mrs Williams asked me to stay until they returned home later. I won't be a bother. I'll just care for Tobey and stay out of your way. You won't even notice I'm here unless you need me."
Sarah nodded slowly. It was obvious that she was trying to not feel overstepped with her babysitting abilities, but at the same time she was grateful that she didn't have to think about Tobey for the night. This way, it meant she could continue with her passions and read through the play she'd been hooked into.
Without another word spoken, Sarah handed you back the towel and headed up the stairs. You watched and sighed heavily as she disappeared, her door slamming loudly throughout the house. You flinched at the noise, paused and waited for Tobey to wake up and start crying, but the quiet continued much to your relief.
You immediately placed the dirtied towel into the laundry basket and set to work gathering cleaning supplies to clean the mud from the foyer. You pulled on some marigold gloves and began scrubbing, watching with a slight grimace as the mud barely started to lift from the carpet. It was such a thick carpet, meaning it absorbed 90% of everything; that didn't mean you were going to half-arse the task and leave a smear, you'd have it spotless by the time you were done.
You didn't need Mr and Mrs Williams returning home to mud on their carpet. It would only cause an argument between them and Sarah, and you knew Sarah was having enough troubles with her emotions as it was; she didn't need the added pressure like this.
Then, breaking your thought and task, Tobey's cry rang out from upstairs. You immediately pulled off the gloves and left them on the floor, by the bowl of warm water and cleaning fluids. You hastily hurried up the stairs to get to Tobey before his cries could disturb Sarah.
However, you were startled to see Sarah already standing in the room, towering above Tobey with one of her collection bears clutched in her hand. She glared down at the infant child, spewing words of hatred at him.
You pushed yourself in front of Tobey and scooped him up from the crib, holding him in a loving embrace to give him the reassurance that he very much needed.
"Sarah," you said in exasperation, "why did you wake Tobey up? He was fast asleep—"
"He stole Lancelot!" Sarah interrupted harshly, pointing an accusing finger at Tobey.
You gently caressed his head and began gently bouncing him in your arms. His cries began to calm into the occasional whimper. You tried not to get angry with Sarah and her accusations; how could a baby steal something from another room? He couldn't even walk properly yet!
"He didn't steal your bear," you corrected, "Mrs Williams probably gave it to him for comfort. I don't understand what the big deal is. You could have taken it back without waking him up."
Sarah let out a bitter laugh. She threw her hands in frustration and began moving towards the door. Then, she paused. Her shoulders went stiff, and slowly she turned around to face you again, something dark crossing her face.
You shifted uncomfortably at the expression.
Then, she began to chant something absurd and lyrical. "Goblin King, Goblin King, wherever you may be: take this child and its keeper far away from me!"
You blinked rapidly, flinching as thunder crackled n the sky behind you. You whipped around, watching as the wind somehow forced the bedroom windows open. You scurried over to them and closed them fast with one hand, double-checking that the lock was securely in place to prevent it from happening again.
Outside the window, you saw an owl sitting ominously on the branch in the tree. It flapped its wings in the wind, and you automatically moved away from the window as lightning flashed in the sky.
You turned to face Sarah, feeling hurt by her words. Surely she didn't actually want some fictional character to come and steal her neighbour and brother away? But the seriousness on her face only confirmed the cruelness of her word.
Tobey began crying loudly again. You attempted to calm him while confronting Sarah. "You don't mean that," you said, frowning as heart spread throughout your chest, "I understand you're angry and upset, but there's no need to—"
"I wish the Goblins would take you far away from me. Right. Now."
Sarah spun around and fled the room, slamming the door shut behind her. You flinched and held Tobey closer, bouncing him and shooshing him as best as you could while you felt so upset yourself. You'd just have to settle Tobey and then try and have a civil conversation with Sarah without her—
—A shadow moved quickly from the corner of your eye. You turned around to look at it, only to see that nothing was there. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of a rat or rodent residing in Tobey's bedroom. So, despite him still crying loudly, you placed him into his crib where he was safe, and you gently stepped over to the spot where you had seen something move.
You pushed the rocking chair to the side. You moved the curtain. You looked down the side of the changing table. There was nothing to see; no holes, no scratches; no sign of a rodent or any evidence that there ever was one.
You chuckled to yourself in relief. You weren't a fan of rats and creatures so small; their little teeth frightened you. Who knows how you would have reacted if there had actually been a creature there?
Adding on to your settling fright, the bedroom lights flickered rapidly before suddenly going out. You glanced up at the dead bulb, then curiously to the window where the thunder continued to boom loudly. You chewed your lip in frustration, now knowing you'd have to deal with a power outage, an angry teenager and a crying baby.
A crying baby.
The quietness of the room suddenly dawned on you. You looked over to Tobey's crib, dread washing over you at the abrupt silence.
Why wasn't he crying anymore?
"Tobey?" You whispered, unsure of yourself. It was possible that he had fallen asleep, but Tobey was the type of baby that needed help in doing so. You started to step slowly towards the crib, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, goosebumps forming along your arms.
You peered into the crib.
It was empty.
Your chest tightened in panic. You stumbled back and rapidly glanced around the room in search for Tobey. But he wasn't there. There was no sign of him anymore. You breathed heavily and immediately made your way to the door, questioning the reality of the situation.
Perhaps Sarah had taken him when you weren't looking? But why would she have come back after storming away like that? Did she feel guilty for the things she said?
You reached the door and twisted the handle. It wouldn't open. You twisted again. And again. Only to be met with the same results. Tears filled your eyes as the panic really started to settle in, and then you found yourself pounding your fist against the door to try and catch Sarah's attention. You even started calling her name.
Did she lock you in? No, there wasn't a keyhole in the door to begin with, how could she possibly do that? And the door opened inwards, meaning stacking something from the outside wouldn't trap you effectively.
Maybe, just maybe, there was some sort of reasonable explanation for all of this.
After another minute of pulling and pushing at the door, you decided to try and escape through the window. It was your best bet at getting back into the main area of the house, where you could begin your search for Tobey again.
You froze immediately, now suddenly aware of the person sitting and swaying in the rocking chair. Your breath hitched in your throat, your mind overwhelmed with the thought that somebody had broken into the house and was watching you quietly in the corner.
You didn't dare speak a word, afraid of what would happen if you tried to make a noise.
"Sarah," the person, a man, suddenly called out. You tensed at the name, wondering how much of you he had observed. Had you just placed Sarah in danger? Now that this man knew Sarah was also here, surely he'd hurt you first and then go after her.
"Sarah!"
Confusion settled in as he continued to repeat Sarah's name, like he was some sort of parrot. The way he said her name, in a desperate tone, as if he were calling her name in hopes that she would come and help. Then it dawned on you that he was mocking you. He had heard you call Sarah for help, and now he was rubbing salt in the wound that Sarah must be actively ignoring you.
You tried to summon your courage, but found that your entire body shuddered in fear. Still, you resolved yourself enough to be able to squeak out a pathetic: "who are you?"
It's not the question you truly wanted to ask. You were in despair of where Tobey had vanished off to. You were desperate to know why Sarah hadn't answered your frightened yells. But it's the question that you managed to ask.
He stood slowly from the rocking chair, now rising above you in height. You had to tilt your head back to see his full length, and you gasped at the fact that he had at least a head difference. You tried to swallow your fear, but you knew you weren't brave enough to do so.
He reached out, his fingers tucking underneath your chin in such a delicate way. He caressed your neck as though you were fragile, as if you would break if he prodded you too hard. You tried not to shiver as his fingers traced your jaw.
"I am Jareth, The Goblin King, and I have come to take you away."
The Goblin King. Your mind instantly raced back to the plea that Sarah had spoken earlier that night, the one where she begged that fictional entity to come and steal away Tobey and yourself. Though, you were starting to feel as though her plea may have truly reached the ears of The Goblin King, and that your fear wasn't just playing a cruel joke on you.
"Take me away?" You repeated dumbly, your mind going blank at the very thought.
Take you to where?
You managed to tilt your head away from Jareth, your eyes trailing towards the bedroom door. "But... Sarah..."
Jareth gently guided your head back to face him, and you allowed him to do so, feeling rather useless and weak in his presence. "But, Sarah," he openly mocked, his twisted smile reaching his dark, sparkling eyes. "Sarah is the one who wished for this, and I cannot ignore it."
Then, the room began to morph around you. The walls curled inwards, the furniture cracked and groaned. You remained perfectly still as this change occurred, unsure and too frightened to truly try and flee.
"Good girl," Jareth whispered, his head leaning down so he could whisper in your ear. "You must be tired..."
You weren't feeling tired before, but with all the emotions now washing away, you definitely felt the fatigue creeping in. You blinked slowly, sensing that the drowsiness was more than just your body craving sleep; this must be some strange effect that Jareth was having on you.
Then, you felt your body lean forward, your head pressing into Jareth's shoulder. His arms encircled your body, trapping your frame against his. And as you closed your eyes, letting sleep consume you, you heard him cackle loudly.
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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 10 months
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Whump Prompt #1153
Submitted by Anon - thanks!
Whumpee is trapped by whumper in a magical place/maze/fog that slowly messes with their head. 
Anyways caretaker finds them and has to either forcefully or gently guide them to the exit.
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austim · 1 year
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Stardew Valley: Spirit’s Eve
🔮 🎃 🪦 | 🔮 🎃 🪦 | 🔮 🎃 🪦
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ttsquid · 11 months
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idk, ive just been drawing a whole lotta mazes latley
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jareckiworld · 2 months
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Henryk Waniek — Bird's Eye View (oil on canvas, 1988)
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thekambler · 2 months
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More maze pottery =)
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noosphe-re · 7 months
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spacetimesally · 3 months
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Part II
Invited under false pretenses, Sally pays a visit to a world-famous 'bots engineer, but his chateau of ghastly souls hides something far more sinister in, "Death at the End of the Rainbow" (with special guest stars Vince Nelson as Dr. Leo Carrallas, and Frank Welker in dual roles as Crantz & Sterns)
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Welcome to the Chateau of Dr. Carrallas...
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The Hedge Maze
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Dr. Carrallas: Is she in place? ... Good. Start the system.
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Roy G Biv, a wireless info-node communication system between Bots for purposes only nefarious. As Sally makes her way through Carrallas' hedge maze, she's quickly alerted to the Bots' presence. And just as quickly, Sally begins to fight off waves of bots at every turn and dead end. When one sees her, it alerts all the others on the info-node system to the location.
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Lost deep within the maze, and with bots incessantly scouring for her whereabouts, Sally meets Crantz and Sterns, two old CommBots who have been hiding in the maze since their inception. The friendly bots seek Sally's help from the twisted Carrallas. Sally has the bots push their processing limit and work in tandem to override their Communications Modulators to disrupt Roy G Biv's signal, thus shutting the interconnected bots down, causing them to wander the maze aimlessly. As for a way out, Crantz and Sterns have the maze memorized after years of living in it and the only way out, is the way you came in.
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As Dr. Carrallas reads in his study, blissfully unaware of the communication breakdown going on around him, Crantz and Sterns use the new trick Sally taught them to tap into an old PatrolBot inside the chateau, a model that was discontinued due to its proclivity for violence and abuse. Dr. Carrallas was last heard to say, "When I am in my study, I am not to be bothered, you fool!" And this was last face he saw.
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Sweet ride outta here.
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axiseart · 8 months
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The Quiet Game
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