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Sarahs ballgown in The Labyrinth in 4k
If I had a nickel for every time…
1. A much older man
2. Who rules over a place with an iron fist
3. Tries to woo a young brunet girl
4. With music, magic and mystery, he is very good at it!
5. Where he also brings her to his domain full of traps and danger!
Part 6-11 in the reposts!
Sarah’s Ballgown from 1986’s Labyrinth was designed by Brian Froud and Ellen Flyte. There are panniers worn under the skirt. The skirt is comprised of six layers; the bottom layers are made up of cotton muslin lining, yellowish iridescent layer, soft white, and light dove gray layers, and silver lace. The top layers are made up of cotton muslin lining, pink and greenish iridescent layers. The final layer of fabric has an irregular pattern with silver threads throughout. The iridescent layers and lace are scalloped at the hem. The skirt is pleated in Kingussie pleats at the front and back. The dress has a dramatic puffed leg of mutton sleeve made of the pink iridescent fabric and silver lace from the skirt and is gathered at the top and goes into a fitted sleeve with lace at the cuff. The bodice is boned, has princess seams, and a pointed waistline. The bottom edge of the bodice is piped. The neckline has lace appliques, rhinestones, and beads.
My information on this dress comes from Aria Couture, please go read it, it’s very in-depth and was very helpful!
While I love all the costumes in Labyrinth, Sarah’s ballgown from the dream sequence deserves it’s own moment. This is one of my favorite costumes because it is so unabashedly a BALLGOWN. This gown is also a perfect snapshot of the decade its from. The excessiveness of the 1980′s is perfectly captured in this dress. I also love how the styling is proportional to the largeness of the gown, big hair and a spun silver metal headpiece.
My DTIYS entry for Ghost on The Roof
I don’t have an instagram account so I’m posting here :3
I had to do this dtiys to show my love for this webtoon and for Klaus Scrimshaw
Musical Tirade, after the unmasking. A test page wherein I try to answer the question of how does one convey music through the silent medium of comics?
Hobie, finding out Miles will defy Miguel: “Mate, we should play 21 questions, you start!”
Miles: “huh- uh, okay! What’s your favorite fruit?”
Hobie: “Pink, can I be your boyfriend?”
imagine, a Christian girl/boy (reader) x hobie brown. How would he deal with them?
Love this idea a lot 🥰 first time writing in headcanons, honestly I probably went off the rails but hopefully I fulfilled your wishes!
I kept it as gender/race neutral as I could, if you see flaws, please let me know
“Hello there! I’m y/n, a believer in goodness! Would you be interested in coming to a charity concert? Coming to mass afterwards is…optional” you said, last sentence was unsure, since while you talked you took a look at his outfit, full of spikes, heavy jewellery and a pentagram necklace. Yet weirdly, he stopped and listened intently instead of quickening his pace like most did.
“Tell you what, gimme your number and I’ll think of more questions to ask about the event” he smiled sheepishly and gave you a marker from his pocket, tapping the flyer.
It was evening. You just changed in you pyjamas. You felt how Hobie was staring at you, but you didn’t mind.
“Finally you done with your skincare shimcare routine, I was wai-”
“Shush” you silenced him and kneeled leaning on your bed, starting to pray. You mumbled the prayer to yourself, eyes closed. Your felt how the mattress shifts and something touches your elbows. You slightly open your eyes before re-signing.
Hobie was sitting in front of you, legs spread, you were now in between them. He tilted his head with smirk, looking at his hardened cock, showing through his boxers and sweats, briefly.
“Did you say your goodbyes to god yet? Can you please show attention to me now?”
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His dick inside of you, as you tried to reach your orgasm. He smiled at your needy and fucked out expression. He has edged you for a while now, pulling out as soon as your moans get higher.
“Please please, let me cum Hobie”
“Who’s your god now?”
“You! You’re my god. Please just let me cum”
“Your wish is my command”
t.w: hallucinations
"i am just dreaming." you murmured as you splashed water on your face. it's 3am in the morning and you woke up all cold and shivering. another nightmare. great. you gazed at your dilated eyes and sickly complexion in front of your bathroom mirror. bottles of pills and cigarette ends scattered on the floor.
you closed your eyes, breathed in and out. that was just a dream, but it felt so real. his lips ghosting over yours as he caressed your face with the back of his hand, his cold touch and deep voice that you've been longing for. you feel tears rimming around your eyes. you looked up again at your reflection, only to be taken aback. having full faith that it had to be a kind of delusion.
"miguel?" you whispered as your eyes widened at the reflections in front of you. eyes staring back at you. this isn't real, this isn't real, you're not real. you shook your head as tears flowed through your cheeks.
"this is not real. he's not here anymore. i'm just dreaming. god let this be a dream please." you cried as you repeatedly pat your face. you looked back at the dull eyes staring at you from the mirror's reflection that really wasn't there.
"but i am here, aren't i, mi querida?"
Us 10 years later when we see Miles hug Hobie at the end of Beyond the Spiderverse XD
So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But I'll be stumblin' away
Slowly learnin' that life is okay
if the movie doesnt let them be found family then i will do it myself
Another spider-verse one i forgot to post here!!!! glad to be back to drawing backgrounds for myself
Sex is not enough. Confess your sins to me and let's go to Siberia.
