Guess who finally finished another Youtube video tutorial?! I'm so happy to get this one out, for some reason the editing really kicked my butt on this video and it's taken absolute ages for it to be done. I'm still not 100% happy with the edit, but I'm gonna chalk that up to me still just having to learn the ropes of video tutorials (Hopefully I'll learn a few tricks or two the more I keep at it).
This video goes into great detail about how I make my version of the Didymus plush toy that appears in Labyrinth. Didymus is a great entry-level prop replica in my opinion, because instead of making a plush from scratch you just need to modify an existing one (Which is exactly what Labyrinth's prop builders did for the original plush). I hope this video helps inspire folks to try making their own Didymus plush replicas!
Special thanks to everyone who sent me their prop replica's to showcase in the video!
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I'm told that the name Thomas comes from the ancient Aramaic word for "twin", while Didymus (Thomas's alternate name as mentioned by John in the Gospel) comes from the Greek word for "twin", so essentially Thomas had two names: one Hebrew, and one Greek, which I hear probably wasn't uncommon for Jews living in Jesus's time since Greek was such a huge deal. Â In this cartoon, John comes up with a completely different reason for Thomas's alternate name, saying it's because he missed the first appearance of the risen Jesus. Â John says, "Boy, did he miss a lot!" and emphasizes the "did he miss" part, which sounds like how one might pronounce "Didymus". Â John is saying this random segment of a sentence that someone might exclaim when they found out how much Thomas missed out is the reason for his Greek name. Â This has been "Fun Facts with the Bible and Tom but Not The tom from The bible But instead the Tom from the Tomics which have Fun With the Bible!"
Inktober 2022 No. 24: Sir Didymus & Ambrosius . âThrow down your weapons and Iâll see that you're well treated.â . The valiant Sir Didymus and his faithful steed Ambrosius are real highlights of the filmâs third act. Some really excellent performances by Kevin Clash and Dave Goelz, and a host of others. And worth mentioning again - VERY Terry Jones. . Whew! Lots of hair. Pretty successful IMO, in keeping the light vs dark contrast under control and not over-working things too badly. I tell ya folks - Iâve been looking over the list for the rest of the month and itâs A BEAR. Should be really great if I donât lose my mind first! . LABYRINTH was released this month on Netflix US, in case you want to take your own walk back through the maze to the Goblin City. I recommend it. . 90 minutes, 7.5x11â, @drphmartins Black Star and Pen-White ink with a @speedball_calligraphy 107 nib and @pentelofamerica medium-point black pigment Color Brush on @strathmoreart 400-series watercolor paper. . Soundtrack: Lush - Spooky . #ink #Inktober #inktober2022 #Labyrinth #GeorgeLucas #jimhenson #davidbowie #terryjones #starwars #themuppets #montypython #brianfroud #didymus #sirdidymus #ambrosius #sheepdog #doggo#theairissweetandfragrant #b3nn3tt @inktober https://www.instagram.com/p/CkHderfr3It/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
As I moved into 2022 I decided that I needed to keep a balance between work, family, writing and art while making sure that I kept up with everything so I went back to my âprojects listâ and thought that I should start doing some things for myself as well.
After looking back through my Labyrinth gallery I realised hat I had only done a quick sketch version of Sir Didymus and needed to do a proper version to do this heroic, loyal and stalwart companion the justice he deserves.
This is my 300th Tumblr post so what better way to celebrate than with this awesome film and a loyal companion by my side!
Full details can be found on my DA page here: https://www.deviantart.com/starfire-productions
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her special interests are usually between one and three. once she develops a special interest, it stays with her for years; in fact, some of her interests, like reading and writing, have been with her for as long as she can remember. her other special interests are theatre and arts and crafts; the latter is quite a broad category, but it includes things like sewing, felting, embroidery, watercolor painting, book binding, and making collages. sarah delves further into her interests the more theyâre encouraged, but she also uses them as coping mechanisms to feel better about or distract herself from the real world around her. in the cases of acting and crafts, she uses these to express how she feels, whereas reading and writing are used more as forms of escapism. her favorite genre of literature is fantasy, though she doesnât mind any particular fantasy subgenres and is willing to broaden her knowledge of the genre by reading most of them. meanwhile, she isnât anywhere near as selective when it comes to theatre. so long as thereâs a soundtrack and cast that resonates with her, she doesnât care if itâs opera or ballet, tragedy or comedy, contemporary or dating back thousands of years. indeed, she doesnât ever feel like her knowledge of theatre is completeâand while it feels unattainable, sheâd like to develop at least a cursory knowledge of every play there is.
sarah stims by talking to herself, chewing on her lips or hair, pacing, doing needlework, doodling, and absentmindedly writing. she also has echolalia, repeating the same word or phrase to herself either out loud or in her head; certain phrases can get stuck in her head for weeks on end. sheâs rather quiet when she talks to herselfâin fact, most of the time, she just whispers or mutters. furthermore, when pacing, she walks in circles or back and forth. she doesnât use stim toys very much because they donât appeal to her, though she does like the idea of making her own stim toys and other objects, such as slime or reversibles.
her relationship with routine is complicated. on the one hand, she doesnât take change well and has difficulty adapting to new situations, especially those that are unfamiliar and stressful. this means that, to some extent, she prefers it when things stay the same. however, this is more of a general status quo sort of sameness that she likes to maintain. on a smaller level, sheâs easily bored by sameness and likes it when at least one novel or interesting thing happens each day. for instance, if sarah has gone to the same school her entire life, sheâs going to be upsetâeven devastatedâif circumstances force her to change schools without any sort of preparation or warning. however, if her commute to the school every day is identical, sheâll grow bored of it easily and may one day consider taking a different path there just to see what happens.
sarah tends to struggle with eye contact and, on the rare occasions that she wants to maintain it, has to force herself to do so. it makes her immensely uncomfortable to look someone in the eye for an extended period of time. while irene sometimes mistakes this for her not listening, sarah is trying to explain that itâs not something within her control.
she is hyposensitive to (and indeed fascinated with) colors and lights. however, loud noises bother her and can be painful for her. sarah also prefers not to be touched unless she initiates the contact first. being touched without her permission startles her and makes her immensely uncomfortable, as does being surrounded or cornered; all of these can easily overwhelm her in the right circumstances. she hates haunted houses for this exact reason. her hyposensitivity also extends to texture and physical sensations, albeit not in the same way; rather than being obsessed with or actively seeking out sensations and textures, sarah is so hyposensitive to both of them that she sometimes doesnât even notice sensory input unless itâs excruciatingly painful or needs constant adjusting. her senses of taste and smell are neither above nor below whatâs considered average, though she has a preference for sweets, white meat, and anything crunchy.Â
something else that she and jareth have in common is the fact that their living spaces, specifically their rooms, both have to be organized in a very specific way. any alterations in this organization are bothersome and overwhelming to the both of them; this includes rearranging or removing objects, changing the location of the room entirely, or changes in things like how much light or air the room receives.Â
- jareth -
he tends to have a lot of special interests at a time, and they change often. his current ones are architecture, illusions, astronomy, fashion, humans/anthropology/sociology, various pseudosciences, and surrealist art. however, in the past heâs been interested in ornithology, geology, romanticism in art and literature, the labyrinthâs prehistory, wordplay and rhetorical/literary devices, cats, different types of governments, letter writing, collecting trinkets and antiques, choreography, and many, many more. living for such a long time has provided him with the opportunity to both develop and engage in a wide variety of passions. in fact, some of these past special interests still remain with him today and simply arenât considered his âmainâ ones anymore because theyâre not as strong.
his favorite pseudosciences are graphology, phrenology, and astrology. he also likes to try and determine the future via methods like alectromancy, astromancy, augury, scrying, and lithomancy.
he stims using crystals/via contact juggling. this is usually when heâs understimulated, absentminded, or just needs something to occupy himself with. itâs also enjoyable to him. he has other ways of stimming, though, many of which are meant to self-soothe. for instance, feeling nervous or excited might drive him to shake one leg or hand; he also feels compelled to chew on things in such instances. when overwhelmed, he scratches his arms as one would if they had an itch. jareth is trying to stop doing this and is thus looking for alternatives. he views stim toys as some of humanityâs greatest inventions. if he lived aboveground, i imagine heâd have different versions of the same stim toys for different purposes: neutral colors when he needs to prevent overstimulation, bright colors when heâs just stimming because it makes him happy.
he doesnât mind loud noises, but he is sensitive to bright lights and colors. in fact, heâs so nonchalant toward noise that, when he listens to music, he likes for it to be as loud as possible. in his mind, good music is never quite loud enough. there are certain textures and tastes he doesnât like, which drives him to be very selective with what he wears and what he eats. with regards to clothing, he likes silk and leather but canât stand wool, denim, anything baggy or distressed, or velvet. because he conducts magic through his hands, he has sensitive palms; his gloves allow him to touch things without being bothered by them, while also allowing him to use magic undeterred. heâs especially sensitive around food, preferring things that are bland or savory and refusing to eat anything with a consistency thatâs too soft. for instance, he finds eggs revolting in most forms.
without a routine, jareth tends to become dejected or burnt out. unfortunately, though, his frequent executive dysfunction makes it difficult for him to plan out and adhere to routines without frequent remindersâwhich, when they come in the form of goblins, usually annoy him more than anything else. this is why he hasnât had a proper schedule in years. itâs a bit of a vicious cycle; his unhappiness has led to a lack of motivation, and his difficulty creating something he can stick to has made him even more unhappy. he works best with clear, written instructions that are placed where he can see them. he especially needs specific times to eat and sleep; without them, irritability and physical discomfort set in. in the event that he does have a routine, changes that might seem small to others are often nerve-racking to him.
though he sometimes uses eye contact and close proximity to others to intimidate, he genuinely feels uncomfortable without eye contact and has difficulty remembering to mind othersâ personal space most of the time. he can be quite touchy-feely when he cares about someoneâeven platonicallyâand isnât afraid of showing it, but he doesnât really know when or if to back off unless explicitly told to.
- didymus -
when it comes to special interests, he and sarah have a lot in common. they both love drama and literature; however, didymus has a particular interest in folklore, both that of humans and that of the labyrinth. he only has two special interests: literature (including plays) and history. both of these influenced his desire to become a knight and continue to influence his behavior, as he seeks to emulate the idea of a noble and valiant knight to a T. he has some difficulty responding appropriately to or understanding various social cues. as a result, he spends most of his nights and some of his mornings scripting out how his day is going to go: how heâs going to speak to other people, how they might respond to him, and how heâs going to respond to their responses. whenever didymus makes a new friend, he puts effort into studying their mannerisms and personality so he can adequately pinpoint how they might behave toward him and thus figure out how heâs going to interact with them. furthermore, he speaks and acts like a gallant knight from a fairytale or play because of his constant reading. his consumption of literature provides him with a consistent model of behavior thatâs bound by a set of rules, unlike the behavior of people in the real worldâwhich can often be unpredictable, and whose rules are less coherent. as a result, didymus believes that emulating the kinds of characters he admires will make others admire him in turn, and make him easier to understand.Â
his favorite earth authors are william shakespeare, miguel de cervantes, and alexandre dumas. he is also especially fond of arthurian legend and various human mythologies, such as norse, celtic, and japanese.
one of his favorite ways to stim is by chasing or wagging his tail. he also stims by absentmindedly practicing swordfighting moves with his cane, scratching behind his ear with a hind paw, pacing, and talking to himself. pacing is the only one out of all of these that doesnât lift his spirits; rather, he does it when heâs thinking because it helps his ideas flow. didymus is most inclined to chase his tail or scratch his ears when heâs bored, practice his parries when excited, and talk to himself when heâs overwhelmed. in the last case, this is often combined with pacing; together, both stims provide a good release for emotions he has difficulty expressing otherwise. when didymus talks to himself, he is unlike sarah in that he doesnât do so quietly. his volume remains the same as it usually is in a conversation; when he grows passionate, it raises accordingly. sarah introduced him to stim toys; his favorite ones are the ones that make noise, whether they click or woosh or do something else. he also uses dog toys as substitutes and enjoys the ones that squeak, though he has to keep his own set somewhere where ambrosius wonât find it.
his strongest sense by far is his sense of smell; it isnât necessarily a lot of scents at once that can be upsetting for him, but rather scents that he finds unpleasant. these include sharp or chemical smells such as vinegar, ammonia, spices, perfume, citrus, alcohol, cleaning products, and herbs. aside from these, there arenât any smells he can confidently say he doesnât like. he also has hypersensitive hearing and prefers soft classical music, hymns and chants, or music that dates back thousands of years. he hates the sound of bells chiming, loud drums, or thunder; the last of these especially bothers him, though he would never admit it. he was once bothered by the sound of metal objects clanging together when he was a kit, but he appears to have outgrown that in particular. he has poor color vision, as do most canines, so bright colors donât affect him at all. he finds flashing lights mildly frightening in some cases and annoying in others.
to didymus, routine is the thief of joy. he craves adventure every day and hates when things are the exact same; even having to do the same task in the same way as he did the day before, for instance, is enough to bore him out of his skull. as a result, he likes to mix up how he does things by placing his daily activities in different orders, doing them with his friends, or replacing some activities with others entirely. for instance, he, hoggle, and ludo take turns with household choresânot only so that they can share responsibilities, but so that didymus can have time to go off and pursue his knightly dreams. much of the time, his friends are willing to accompany him on his adventures so long as heâs able to keep them safeâand so long as they can be home by dinner.
he doesnât really like eye contact, but he tries to maintain it because he thinks doing so is respectful. he does see one perk to his small stature; heâs too short to meet eyes with most people, so his lack of eye contact usually isnât judged. it wouldnât be either way because almost everyone in the labyrinth either is ND or knows someone who is ND, but he really does want to maintain eye contact because the books he reads make him think that itâs the proper thing to do. his friends are trying to convince him that he doesnât need to make eye contact if it makes him uncomfortable; however, because he seems to believe that itâs a rule, he has difficulty convincing himself not to follow it. in fact, didymus is very much inclined to follow the rules that are provided to him and becomes anxious when encouraged or required to break them. without clear rules, the world becomes nonsensical and unpredictableâand therefore upsettingâto him. it was his idea to propose a set of rules for his friendsâ home; they accepted and have worked together to write them down so that guests know how to behave.
he gets along really well with the wiseman; despite his typical impatience, didymus is one of few people who actually have the patience to listen to the wiseman. in fact, didymus isnât just patient with him; his ramblings actively intrigue didymus, and whenever he has the opportunity he makes his contributions as big as he possibly can. didymus really appreciates it when his friends let him infodump, and he figures itâs only fair that he should let others do the same. in fact, didymus also places a lot of value on fairness; itâs the whole reason he opposes jareth in the first place.
Disclaimer: âLabyrinthâ is NOT my idea, nor did I help create the movie. I have no rights to the movie. I am not benefiting, profiting, etc on making this novelization. This is only a side hobby that I do in my spare time. I do not own Labyrinth. Thank you for reading.
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Sarahâs shoes slapped against the hard stone of the small-scale bridge built overtop the ending of a gorgeous lake that stretched out for miles long. Snow white geese were lounging about in the crystal clear waters, bathing their ravish unpigmented feathers, although they looked clean and untouched.
She hurried off, dashing over to an open spot in the center of a wide, green-filled valley. She stopped dead in her tracks, gazing over the valley, Sarahâs young green eyes big and blazing with determination. The trees shook and thrashed with the wind, dancing to the rhythm of the air.
âGive me the child.â She demanded, holding her stare at the nearly empty valley, slowly striding, the dew covered grass wetting her feet through her shoes.
âThrough dangers untold and hardships unnumberedâŠâ her pastel turquoise dress flowed with each step, making her appear to have jumped out of a fairy tale. The sleeves of the dress were open wide, angelic as they swayed in the wind. Her walnut brown hair had been tied up and out of her porcelain-skinned face, in a bun that had a flower crown placed atop.
â⊠I have fought my way to the castle beyond the Goblin City...â Sarah gestured to the invisible city she mentioned, furious but still as calm as night â⊠to take back the child that you have stolen.â
An owl had been silently watching her performance, multi-coloured with brown and black spread throughout the back. White had coated the breast and face of the creature, leaving only a small, apricot-coloured beak, with two, beady little eyes on either side.
âFor my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great.â
The clouds rumbled, almost threatening Sarah to leave. She glanced upwards, breaking character to realize the clouds were turning grey.
The clouds, however, were the least of her problems.
â⊠for my will is as strong as yours, my kingdom as great.â She recited, as if someone hadnât heard her the first time. Sarah zoned out, trying to find the words she had hidden somewhere in that head of hers.
She gave up, withdrawing the book from within one of her sleeves. âDamn. I can never remember that line.â Sarah grumbled, opening her book to a page, reading her line that she had forgotten time and time again.
âYou have no power over me!â Sarah exasperatedly sighed, tired of having to check for her line.
The sky gave her a second warning, booming ferociously. A tiny yap was heard from her dog, Merlin, a plump little grey sheepdog, sitting on a small bench as though he were a person himself.
âOh, Merlin.â Sarah whined, facing him with an impatient look for acting a coward.
The sound of dinging could be heard from across town. Her body spun, trying to find the source of the noise. The town tower clock had chimed, as it did every hour, screaming to everyone that an hour had, in fact, passed. âSeven! Seven! Seven!â The clock sang.
âOh no, Merlin!â she huffed, her voice aquiver âI donât believe it, itâs seven oâclock!â She picked up the pace, running in the other direction while shouting demands at her dog âCome on, come on!â
Her dog obeyed, leaping off the bench with great speed and sprinting behind her on all fours. The owl stood atop the stone statue, watching the closing of the performance he had viewed in his front row seat.
And, as the clouds had warned Sarah, rain began to fall from the heavens.
Sarah and her furry companion dashed through the streets, the falling rain soaking both to the bone. Her surroundings were a complete blur to her, her eyes transfixed on the ground as she so dearly focused on balancing herself. Sarah was thankful for the momentary shelter that came when she ran under the awnings of the stores and restaurants of her town. Merlin had no trouble with the run; he quite enjoyed the exercise. You couldnât say the same for Sarah. She knew she couldnât stop, though; she didnât have enough time. She became more and more familiar with the streets as she speeded along, closing in on the location of her house.
She cut through a few houses to make the trip shorter, the skies darkening quicker than she could run.
Sarahâs house was a large one; it would make even the most wealthy men and women of the country jealous. It was eggshell, in colour, white wooden pillars keeping the house up. Sarah loved growing up there, but ever since her mother left, the home she knew was gone. The only thing that stood was a house.
She sprinted the last stretch to her house, huffing and puffing her lungs out whilst she reached the front steps, considerably slowing her pace when she saw her stepmother, Irene, arms crossed in an irritated fashion. âOh, itâs not fair!â Sarah whined.
âOh, really?â Irene questioned, not bothering to take the condescending tone from her voice.
âIâm sorry.â Sarah apologized, purposefully giving distance between her stepmother and herself, stepping back before the steps, drenched with water.
Irene was a cold woman. She looked the type; short blonde hair, makeup that was too pronounced on her oval face. She stood at a little over five feet eight inches, making Sarah feel as if she was constantly looked down upon by her. She had plenty of negative opinions formed around Irene, but tried to keep them under wraps, for the sake of her father.
âDonât stand in the rain,â she scoffed, Sarah grimacing at the manner she chose to deliver her words âcome on!â
âAll right. Come on, Merlin. Come on.â Sarah muttered to her pal.
Irene eyed the dog, her mouth twisting down into a disgusted frown at the wet little creature, making her gurn. âNot the dog!â
Sarah didnât believe what she heard. Or, at least, she didnât want to. âBut itâs pouring!â she asserted, her heart aching to let her puppy into the warm, dry house.
Irene ignored Sarah completely.
âGo on, into the garage!â Irene ordered. Merlin had no response to this, other than shaking his fur, unsuccessfully attempting to dry it.
âGo on, Merlin. Go into the garage. Go!â She more-so pleaded than demanded, eyebrows down turned, upset.
The dog finally let up, but not without whimpering in defeat. Sarah hoped he knew this wasnât her doing; and she would more than love to bring him inside, that she wasnât the one in control. She really, truly hoped he understood that.
She felt a storm. Not just the one happening outside, but one sitting deep inside her. She groaned in frustration, making a note to stomp inside her house, getting her anger across to every resident.
âSarah, youâre an hour late.â The older lady snapped. âI said Iâm sorry!â The younger one snapped back. âPlease let me finish!â
Sarah stopped, allowing Irene to finish her piece. âYour father and I go out rarely-â Sarah quickly changed her mind about letting her speak, âYou go out every single weekend!â She looked up the long white staircase that led to the second floor, wishing her father would appear to, hopefully, back her up.
âI ask you to babysit only if it wonât interfere with your plans.â
Sarah couldnât stand when she was spoken down to; by her stepmother no less. She wasnât Sarahâs mother, who was she to try to lecture her?
âHow do you know? You donât know what my plans are, you donât even ask me anymore!â Sarah cried, marching up a few stairs.
A babyâs wail could be heard in another room. âDamn, I woke up Toby,â Sarah thought, regretting the loud yell she made.
âI assume youâd tell me you had a date. Iâd like it if you had a date.â Sarah turned around, furious. âYou should have dates at your age.â
She had heard quite enough. Sarah spun once more, holding back the urge to throw a tantrum, similar to the one her little brother was having right now.
âSarah, youâre home.â Her father observed, cradling the little one in his hands, swaying and bouncing to calm him down. âWe were worried about you.â
Sarahâs father was the opposite of her stepmother; he was passive, and never made his daughter feel the way she did when Irene was in the room. At least, he used to be. Prior to marrying Irene, he and Sarah were inseparable. He stood at six feet tall; short brown hair that was impossible to comb, skin that had been wrinkled and tired by time. The two had a close bond; always talking and joking around, and that continued after Sarahâs mother left. After Irene came into the picture, Sarah only saw that her father loved her more instead. She never saw anything else but a man who listened to his wife and took her side on everything.
âI canât do anything right, can I?â Sarah asked, ignoring her father and stomping up the staircase. She wasted no time walking to her room, making a point by slamming the door full force. Any harder, and she might have broken the thing.
âShe treats me like a wicked stepmother in a fairy story no matter what I say.â Irene tattled to her husband.
âIâll talk to her.â Robert agreed, taking the tiny tot with him, taking the stairs to Sarah's room.
Irene was left alone, waiting to be taken out on the date she was promised.