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south-and-north · 4 months
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I guess I could acknowledge I’m still alive haha. I went to Holmat 2023 as Deet from dark crystal!
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cat-cosplay · 9 months
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“Is difficult being voice of reason in such crazed world.” -SkekSil
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komickrazi · 7 months
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Just in time for thanksgiving! My photos from my Skeksis Photoshoot are here!
SkekSil the Chamberlain Skeksis from the Dark Crystal Age of Resistance series.
Costume made and worn by me, photos by Brett Bauer Photography
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risachantag · 1 year
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I’ve been working away on a bunch of fun projects and it's high time I posted some of them! I finished this little guy off just in time for Swancon - my second try at a fizzgig puppet! I had to try something extra, so I made him with eyes that blink this time around. His paws can also be puppetted with a second hand so he can chuck proper wailey tantrums! Materials: Air dry super light foam clay (coated with varnish), foam and felt on a wire frame. I cast his eyes in resin and painted the backs. His eyes blink on a hand controlled swivel made from wire. Faux fur is two types hand sewn together with added teased wool strands for the big fluffs. I’ll try to record a video too when I get a chance!
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settingorange · 10 months
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Is this guy bothering you queen?
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sunny-day-dream · 2 years
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OH
OHOHOH
DID I FORGET TO SHARE MY DARK CRYSTAL COSPLAY??
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I had SUCH an amazing time wearing this after all the effort that went into making it, I can’t believe I forgot to share it here with you all!
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aspenwitch · 10 months
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I finally got to wear this cosplay I made three years ago hahaha. I was sewing it early March 2020 then got so sad I put it in a box for three years
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hydenine · 1 year
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Met some familiar gelflings at The Great Con Junction today! (I'm Brea on the left hehe)
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everarddelanden · 1 year
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//ooc; Hi! It's me. Sorry, but I really really really want to share my three cosplays of this weekend. Photography by Gerben Haas and Orangelemon.
Friday; Odille from Black Swan.
Saturday; Jibaro siren from Love, Death + Robots.
Sunday; Deet from The Dark Crystal
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ditaplays · 11 months
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Cosplay work in progress pt.3
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sewgeekmama · 3 months
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Watch Labyrinth in Theaters Nationwide in March
The 1986 epic fantasy film (and personal favorite of mine) Labyrinth returns to theaters March 6th and 10th for a special showing from Fathom Events and The Jim Henson Company, in collaboration with Sony Pictures. It’s part of Fathom’s Big Screen Classic series, which includes an “exclusive introduction by renowned film critic and historian Leonard Maltin, exploring the enduring appeal of…
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south-and-north · 4 months
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Honestly the best picture to come out of Holmat
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cat-cosplay · 2 years
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"HmmmmmmmmmNNnnm! Yes! Essence!" ~Champurrlain
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thanatasia · 1 year
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Sketches from a mix between last year and yesterday about Modern AU Fleur and her anime phase as a tween.
These are fun times in her life but also a time that she wants to keep hidden because she was a pretty cringey young lass. And believe me I have a few cringey scenarios for her lol
Both Maeve and Bhihaar alternated between accompanying Fleur since she was too young to attend a convention by herself. Maeve gets into it and dresses up with Fleur. The first piece of them is them both cosplaying Sailor Jupiter, the second is the two of them cosplaying Sakura and her mom from, “Naruto.” I feel like cosplaying for tween Fleur was one of her confidence boosters and adult Fleur has to thank her anime phase for that lol
Bhihaar is that confused parent about the anime lingo/terminology but is happy to see Fleur happy and confident amongst her fellow weebs. The last image of them is a bit hard to read but Fleur bought a figure and Bhihaar said it would be a good idea to get a bag. The only bag available is one promoting an Otome Romance game- he offered to hold it in Fleur’s stead.
And yes, tween Fleur played Otome romance games but the ones that were appropriate for her age group. Idk if that’s something, I’ve vaguely going off an old innocent flash dating sims from y8.com and this other zombie apocalypse one that was a mobile game. An innocent one because I know some dating sims can be suggestive.
The last sketch is Fleur realizing she’s gonna have to face her tween past with Razer and prepare for the laughs he will make lol
I had to include the last sketch because I know Fleur would have the best reaction to Razer catching a glimpse of a scrapbook she forgot to hide much better 😆
Razer belongs to my dear friend @jack-toons
Once I get some other pieces finished I gotta do a Shiyoon and Cha’l one because 1) Cha’l loves his wife’s love for anime but he doesn’t understand the lore of most anime lol and 2) I get a kick out of the sketch I made of their son, Iry talking about an anime with him and asking Shiyoon to help him understand! Oh the hilarity!
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shortpirateking · 2 years
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I feel like everytime I disappear I return because of cosplays.
Anyways pspspspsps Assassin's creed fandom enjoy the boy(tm)
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rosemary-rothlorein · 3 months
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Victor Hugo: not relevant but there is an urgent need for a close-up shot of Enjolras.
Text was copied and pasted from wikisource.
3.4.1, introduction paragraph
Woe to the love-affair which should have risked itself beside him! If any grisette of the Place Cambrai or the Rue Saint-Jean-de-Beauvais, seeing that face of a youth escaped from college, that page's mien, those long, golden lashes, those blue eyes, that hair billowing in the wind, those rosy cheeks, those fresh lips, those exquisite teeth, had conceived an appetite for that complete aurora, and had tried her beauty on Enjolras…
Poor Enj, walks on the street and gets harassed by random passers-by.
Also Victor Hugo, next paragraph: now let’s talk about Combeferre, “He was less lofty, but broader. That’s all. Thank you.”
Enjolras, the believer, disdained this sceptic; and, a sober man himself, scorned this drunkard. He accorded him a little lofty pity. Grantaire was an unaccepted Pylades. Always harshly treated by Enjolras, roughly repulsed, rejected yet ever returning to the charge, he said of Enjolras: "What fine marble!"
Grantaire, are you sure you are there for Enjolras’s faith and (chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid) nature NOT FOR HIS FACE???
3.4.5, Combeferre’s être-libre big show
Enjolras, whose blue eye was not fixed on anyone, and who seemed to be gazing at space, replied, without glancing at Marius:
Thanks, Victor, for reminding us of something you said four chapters ago.
4.12.3, basically Grantaire’s love confession
Enjolras, who was standing on the crest of the barricade, gun in hand, raised his beautiful, austere face. Enjolras, as the reader knows, had something of the Spartan and of the Puritan in his composition.
Maybe the reader also knows Enjolras has a beautiful and austere face.
4.12.7, Javert’s identity is discovered.
"Spy," said the handsome Enjolras, "we are judges and not assassins."
Javert: …Why?
4.12.8, Le Cabuc’s execution
Enjolras, pale, with bare neck and dishevelled hair, and his woman's face, had about him at that moment something of the antique Themis…
Victor Hugo: I know one minute ago you were not doing anything intense, merely talking to Javert, but now I need you to cosplay Themis, so please get rid of your cravat and dishevel your (beautiful, golden, shining) hair.
Enjolras: …okay.
His dilated nostrils, his downcast eyes, gave to his implacable Greek profile that expression of wrath and that expression of Chastity which, as the ancient world viewed the matter, befit Justice.
Victor Hugo: Killing in the name of justice can easily get us into endless and heated ethical debates, and the issue is further complicated by the very situation, given it is a revolution, where a judicial system has not really been established. Let’s not get into deep water but make our life easier: this is divine justice.
Le Cabuc attempted to resist, but he seemed to have been seized by a superhuman hand.
Le Cabuc: I am armed, and I am evil and impetuous enough to murder someone without a second thought. Am I not supposed to fight this schoolboy?
Victor Hugo: No. You are supposed to be shocked by his beauty. And chastity.
Le Cabuc: Is that something I can tell by LOOKING AT HIM?
Enjolras ceased. His virgin lips closed; and he remained for some time standing on the spot where he had shed blood, in marble immobility.
Marble x2.
Jean Prouvaire and Combeferre pressed each other's hands silently, and, leaning against each other in an angle of the barricade, they watched with an admiration in which there was some compassion, that grave young man, executioner and priest, composed of light, like crystal, and also of rock.
5.1.3
Enjolras reappeared. He returned from his sombre eagle flight into outer darkness. He listened for a moment to all this joy with folded arms, and one hand on his mouth. Then, fresh and rosy in the growing whiteness of the dawn, he said:
…He literally says hey guys, we are going to die now.
Victor Hugo: Yeah I know. But light technician, light on Enjolras please!
5.1.5 barricade speech.
All at once he threw back his head, his blond locks fell back like those of an angel on the sombre quadriga made of stars, they were like the mane of a startled lion in the flaming of a halo, and Enjolras cried…
How can Victor Hugo forget to highlight his revolutionary gold boy’s beauty?
Enjolras paused rather than became silent; his lips continued to move silently, as though he were talking to himself, which caused them all to gaze attentively at him, in the endeavor to hear more. There was no applause; but they whispered together for a long time. Speech being a breath, the rustling of intelligences resembles the rustling of leaves.
No virgin lip this time. Good thing that Victor is learning self-restraint (but not for long, apparently).
5.1.8 the death of sergeant of artillery
And a tear trickled slowly down Enjolras' marble cheek.
Marble x3.
Victor you are using Grantaire’s vocabulary.
5.1.23 the martyrdom of Enjolras
The audacity of a fine death always affects men. As soon as Enjolras folded his arms and accepted his end, the din of strife ceased in the room, and this chaos suddenly stilled into a sort of sepulchral solemnity. The menacing majesty of Enjolras disarmed and motionless, appeared to oppress this tumult, and this young man, haughty, bloody, and charming, who alone had not a wound, who was as indifferent as an invulnerable being, seemed, by the authority of his tranquil glance, to constrain this sinister rabble to kill him respectfully. His beauty, at that moment augmented by his pride, was resplendent, and he was fresh and rosy after the fearful four and twenty hours which had just elapsed, as though he could no more be fatigued than wounded.
(The most obvious evidence that this guy is divine. Human biology DOES NOT work in this way.)
It was of him, possibly, that a witness spoke afterwards, before the council of war: "There was an insurgent whom I heard called Apollo."
Were you at the barricade for the revolution or for something (someone) else???
A National Guardsman who had taken aim at Enjolras, lowered his gun, saying: "It seems to me that I am about to shoot a flower."
Le Cabuc symptom: brain stops functioning properly at the sight of Enjolras’s beauty.
Noise does not rouse a drunken man; silence awakens him. The fall of everything around him only augmented Grantaire's prostration; the crumbling of all things was his lullaby. The sort of halt which the tumult underwent in the presence of Enjolras was a shock to this heavy slumber. It had the effect of a carriage going at full speed, which suddenly comes to a dead stop. The persons dozing within it wake up.
Now we have music fading into a suffocating silence, light focuses on Enjolras, twelve guns arranged in a way according to the rules of one-point perspective. Your turn Grantaire!
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