#Hoggle

[littleststarfighter]

Labyrinth is one of my favourite films ever. I never get bored of it. I love that one of its message's is never let go of childish things or friendships. Never be ashamed of what they meant to you as you get older.

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[jimhenson-themuppetmaster]

David Bowie and some main Labyrinth Characters

[captaineof7]

[missygoesmeow]

It’s not fair!

after doing that movie list I wanted to do another illustration of a favourite childhood-and well just lifetime-film.

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

Does Hoggle have B.O?

Your husband held a crystal within his long gloved fingers, musing at it. Twisting it towards you, he finally revealed what he was looking at– Hoggle, the infamous dwarf, greeting yet another human at the entrance of the labyrinth. 

From the corner of his eye, the equally, or rather, exuberantly more infamous Goblin King watched your expression. Your nose scrunched up, your eyebrows knitted, and your usually kind eyes narrowed. You thought in silence. 

Until, finally, you spoke. 

“Do you think Hoggle has B.O?” 

Jareth froze, "What?"

"Does Hoggle have B.O?" You asked again. 

He took a breath and opened his mouth to speak. He then closed it, and simply stared at you. 

You gestured towards the crystal, “I mean it! Look at him!” your voice started to rise, “He’s been peeing in that damn pond for years! And you know what? I’ve never seen him wash his hands once!”

Jareth ignored the twitch of his lips. He stared at the ceiling and tried to ignore the way laughter ached to climb up his throat. Curse you! Why on earth would you even ask him a question like that? If you had let him throw that fool into the bog after he helped that girl, you wouldn’t even have to ask that! But noooooo! You had to look up at him with those beautiful eyes that twinkled like crystals and stars and all the twinkling things he could think of and say, But Jareth! Don’t you think that’s a bit far? Really, he did no harm! 

He had tried so hard to resist that day, because, honestly, how were his well crafted threats supposed to work if you looked at him so softly, and held his arm like that? He still couldn’t live down the fact that you had him wrapped around your finger. 

Finally, he turned to you, his spoiled little beastie, and tried his best to not give the goblins more fodder for their teasing. He sculpted his face into a very appropriate and serious frown. One could not joke when there was a runner within the labyrinth! Especially when said runner was currently talking to a dwarf who had helped a human! 

Anyways, it wasn’t like you were doing anything funny. Just asking a question, really. 

“You have watched him too much,” Jareth said, ignoring the warmth in his chest as you kept smiling, “You oughtn't watch him so much.” 

You rolled your eyes, slumping in your throne as you crossed your arms, “Says the one watching him right now.” 

“Shush you.” 

“Look, Jareth, I’m being serious!” you hit the arms of your throne, an exact copy of his, to make your point, “Does he have B.O?! I’ve only talked to him once! But every time a runner comes he does the same thing!” 

Jareth sighed, looking up in exasperation, “You’re really making a big deal out of this–” 

“Of course I am!” you cried, throwing your arms in the air, “He pees! PEES, JARETH! In that pond! AND, he never washes his hands! NEVER! NEVER, JARETH! So you KNOW he stinks! Why do you think I told you to spare him?” 

Jareth placed a hand over his mouth. He took a shaky breath, ignoring the jolt of his shoulders as giggles threatened to pop out. 

“My love, we really ought to change the subject.” 

“Why do you think I told you to spare him from a bog dipping, huh?” 

“My dear,” his lips trembled, “Please–” 

“He’d stink up the whole place if we dipped him in the bog, Jareth!” 

A snicker escaped him and he coughed, pushing it down, “I suppose you have a point.” 

In response, your lovely, boisterous laughter echoed throughout the once lonely throne room. He couldn’t help it as a smile crossed his lips. Oh, he loved your laughter! It wasn’t like his at all! It was beautiful– sometimes, you just giggled, or chuckled, or wheezed while holding your sides. Sometimes, if he got lucky, a cute snort would escape you, and he couldn’t help but place the crystal aside, admiring you. 

“You see what I mean, then! Look at that little fool!” you pointed towards the crystal which was precariously balanced on the semi-circular sides of his throne, “He doesn’t even know what a sink is! I think, when we got married, his shirt used to be white, Jareth. White!” 

He wasn’t going to let you win this. You were going to be the one laughing, not him. Especially because you always brought out his unmanicured laughter. The laughter he couldn’t control– the type that would have him, The Goblin King, hitting his throne before rolling on the floor. 

“I mean it! Now it's khaki colored!"

He bit his lip, shoulders shaking, before he cleared his throat, "Well, I do believe his pants used to be a bright red, but no they've turned.. into a rather.. burgundy color."

In response, you snorted. He felt himself melt. It didn’t help that you were perfectly stationed next to him, always ready to cause mischief right alongside him. In fact, it made him practically purr, but he wasn’t going to admit that in front of his subjects. 

"Jareth!" You whispered, playfully hitting his shoulder, "you're so bad!"

"Unless my memory fails me, you weren't saying that this morning."

You rolled your eyes, until you collapsed into joyous giggles again, "He really does have B.O, doesn't he?"

"I don't quite remember the smells of my subjects, dear."

"Perhaps I should investigate?"

"If you do, you'll insult him! I know you too well, cheeky thing!" He shook his head, "You won't even mean to insult him! You'll just blurt something out! Then we'll be off trying to break yet another horrid curse!” 

"It's not my fault some of us don't have senses of humor!" 

"Yes, just like it's not my fault you're a horrid little gossip!"

You smirked, before shifting in your seat, completely facing him. Leaning your elbows on the arms of your throne, you hooked a hand underneath his chin, giving him a soft kiss– for a moment, he knew what the entire universe felt like, and the goblins watching the whole debacle were completely forgotten. It was just you and him, ruling side by side. 

“Well,” you pulled away, “Aren’t we lucky that you’re my true love then?”

He turned away, “That’s besides the point, really.” 

“Is it, my love?”

Now, he couldn’t help but grin. His gaze turned back to you, and he absolutely melted. You looked at him so adoringly, so sweetly, that all he wanted to do was let you take him into your arms and give him more affection. He’d laugh as much as you wanted, even more, if you kept looking at him like that. Then he heard a snicker. He glared at its source, before you rolled your eyes and cradled his cheek, kissing it softly. He saw the flash of pride flicker across your features as he melted again. You were a wicked, tempting thing. He knew this when he married you, yet he did it anyway. Afterall, he was the one who proposed. 

“Well, I suppose I quite like that.” he murmured softly, “So.. I suppose it is only fair that I go and find the answer to your absurd question.” 

“Of course,” you replied, kissing his cheek again, before adding another peck just for good measure. 

He stared at the ground for a moment, contemplating.

"I expect ten more." 

More of your delicious laughter, "Alright."

So, you gave him ten more kisses, before he went on his way. 

When he came back, his curled nose confirmed your suspicion.

"Well, you were right."

"Oh?" You grinned, tilting your head playfully, "Was I?"

"Yes! And I now realize that my threats of throwing the bugger into the bog were futile. No wonder why he helped that human.” 

At his comment, you began to giggle, and again, his lips tugged, and laughter crawled up his throat. Throwing your head back, you snorted, and he landed on the throne besides yours. What did you remind him of? Of bells in autumn, of spring’s first dawn? Of warmth, of life, of more? Sighing happily, he rested his chin on his hand. 

“I knew I was right!” you paused, “Do you think we should give him a crown and officially make him a prince?” 

“A prince?” Jareth asked, shifting in his throne. 

“Yes! The prince of the land of stench, of course! We could dip his head into the bog for his coronation.” 

With that, his own laughter finally slipped out, and he laughed the only way he could with you– imperfectly and happily, without a care in the world.

[lifeislink]

to wear this dress… UGH it would be a dream come true. 100% this is one of the most gorgeous dresses in film and she looks so pretty AHHH

[itsonly4-ever]

Labyrinth

By kickingshoes on DeviantArt

[nevaria-art]

Aaaaand here's the (water)coloured version of the Labyrinth (1986) bookmark for my mom!

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[thetravelingtyper]

Masterlist

(Working on redesign! 4/7/25)

Simon Ghost Riley

Spitfire Series (GN tall American reader x SGR)

Spitfire: 1 Spitfire, 2 Reaper, 3 Feuerkopf, 4 Heated Shadow, 5 A supreme love, Nightmare Teaser

Spitfire Spinoff of Author Reader Comfort Character (RL! GN Reader x SGR)

Comfort Character Pt 1, Part 2, part 3

On The Same Page! (American, Author Reader x SGR)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

Beasts of the Deep (SGR x Reader Au)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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One and The Same

Part 1

One Shots!

a moment

Misc Posts!

Library AU idea!

Compromising Position ft Soap!

Hypnogogic (Angst)

Saving Johnny! (Slight Angst) Look for parts 1 and 2!

Soft! Simon Headcannons

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

Letters from Nowhere (CBF! Soap x reader x Simon)

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Poly 141!

Our Shattered Heart (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.25, Part 2.50, Part 2.75, Part 3.00, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Headcanons! (just extra content for the universe!)

Part 1,

Assorted one shot (141 + others x reader)

Patch-up, Dance, Electric

Labyrinth (1986)

Jareth the Goblin King

Out From Twisting Pages

After finding a beautifully bound book titled “Journey into the Labyrinth” in your university library and being told to keep it, you take the uncatalogued book home over the seasonal break. However when school is suddenly shifted online, you start finding marbles everywhere you go, mysterious hijinks occur, and a large white owl suddenly decides to nest in the tree out your little house’s window, you begin to wonder if something may be up with the mysterious book…

[komakesthings]

One of my earliest Labyrinth prop replica projects was making Hoggle's fairy sprayer, as seen in the very beginning of Labyrinth. Redoing projects is always a really nice ego-boost, as I get to directly contrast where I came from with where I am now. And safe to say, I'm really happy with this new version of my Hoggle sprayer. Not just in terms of the actual prop rebuild, but in regards to the photos of the build itself!

My sprayer was built using a balloon pump, various cardboard tubes, a copious amount of wood filler, foam spheres, and sculpey clay. The backdrop bricks were made out of pink insulation foam, the "Dirt" are two yoga mats covered in alternating layers of glue and sand, and the fairies were actually just one fairy that I photographed over and over (Who's wings were made out of iridescent film ironed over wire, which were glued to a spherical LED light). I'm a bit crunched for time today so I'm not gonna include a write-up on the construction of the sprayer, but feel free to click the "Keep Reading" to see the very un-glamourous "Behind the scenes" picture of this particular photoshoot.

[jimmysurinejar]

My nightmare blunt rotation are those pricks from the labyrinth who can take their heads off

[danikatze]

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Inktober day 30: nightfall

I like the idea of them putting up plays in the park together and then rushing home because Sarah's late again <3

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[jimhenson-themuppetmaster]

Hoggle by Weta Workshop

[the-muppet-joker]

Hoggle fuckability rating on the Skaft Meter:

Style: He has a quaint style and an eye for accessorizing. They approach me in Garden of Gethsemane. I wonder if they taste the blood in my sweat on their lips after they press a kiss to my cheek. I wonder if my anguish will change their mind. Did they always plan to betray me like this? Or did they decide only after I bore my secret heart to them that I was something to be tossed aside to the wolves and snakes and goats, for 30 pieces of silver. How much are your loved ones worth to you? Or can you only determine their worth after you decide not to love them anymore? Did my blood taste sweet to you? Very nice.

Kink: He would be very submissive, I think. I would enjoy hearing him whimper. He would enjoy degradation. He would take my whole fist. Christ is depicted almost peacefully on the cross. Suffering silently. The perfect sacrifice. I am not so sinless. I would have screamed. Is that why you look away from my crucifixion, God? I suppose you can only watch a man scream for so long until you grow tired of it. I strive to entertain you with my suffering, Father. Are you bored of me? Is that why I am so despicable in your eyes? Very Nice.

Aesthetic: Old and shriveled, and not in a "dilfy" way. My God, My God, why have you forsaken me? You look at me with such disgust from across the dinner table. And yet you find it within yourself to sing while shoveling my brother's manure. I want to be loved unconditionally like an animal. I am a muppet. I am a clown. I AM YOUR SON! I hated Bucephalus because I knew no one else would. He could trample me to death and my Father would get down on his knees and wash the blood off of his hooves. I miss him. The horse, I mean. At least I knew where I stood with him. Not impressed.

Fertility: Infertile. I am tired of being deceived and despised. I hate being hated. I am sorry for making you hate me, Four. Not impressed.

Treatment: Hoggle would be there for me. He would be loyal. He would never betray me and all I would have to do would be to give him shiny things. I could give him shiny things. Very nice.

6/10 would fuck Hoggle

[robotlyra]

Can I get a shoutout to Cantankerous Little Guides to the Other World who are so ugly that they loop all the way around to being cute?

[totallyottie99]

The next chapter of That Williams Girl is getting some serious makeovers right now.

Also, if anyone’s curious, this is now far we are into the OG story!