#saxana

[trashtoon]

Právě jsem viděla tvůj cartoon design Saxany a ANO PROSÍM!!! KRM MĚ!! POTŘEBUJU VÍC!!!

Děkuji za ask. Mávám všem Saxana fanatikům

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[inthedarktrees]

Dívka na koštěti / The Girl on a Broomstick (1972) dir. Václav Vorlíček

[medeny-goblin]

Dívka na koštěti fanart 🧹

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing of Saxana from the film The Girl on the Broomstick. She is flying on a broomstick, one hand holding on to it while the other trails a white rabbit behind her - it looks resigned to this. At the top balances the head of Honza, who looks equally resigned as he gazes down. Saxana stretches one leg downwards while the other is pulled up towards her. She looks behind herself with a cheeky smile, eyes scrunching slightly together. She's rendered in warm colours, leaning towards browns and pinks. There's a few spots of soft shading and highlights. The background is a light, cold purple. Behind her is a faint jumble of lights and sparkles.]

Inktober - Day 10 (Sweep)

Film - The Girl on the Broomstick (Václav Vorlíček, 1972)

[valledelcervo]

[teplejtrouba]

grafický dyzajn je má vášeň 2.0 aneb další epes rádes valentýnky z dílny vašeho nejblbějšího

[sloshed-cinema]

The Girl on the Broomstick [Dívka na koštěti] (1972)

Honey, if becoming mortal means trading in your absolutely phenomenal hairdo for that mod nightmare we were subjected to in the last scene, even discovering true love isn’t worth it.  Saxana stands out from the motley crew of witches and warlocks with her bouncy auburn locks, always perfectly curled even if she was a cow just moments earlier.  The costume and production designers have some cheeky fun with her outfit, all gauzy black material and bone accents and strappy boots.  They find excuses for her dress to get shorter and shorter until it’s practically as scandalous as the insane nurse miniskirt which is apparently the uniform at the local psych ward.  The design of the witchy world has a wonderful haunted house quality.  Bones are everywhere, and everything seems to be contained in some musty basement of a castle somewhere remote.  Cobwebs drape over the arched rafters.  Gnomes rove the halls bitching about dragons.  It clashes gleefully with urban Czechoslovakia, a much more grounded world where yet people seem to have absolutely no qualms about doctors getting turned into cows or the local hooligans sprouting rabbit ears.  Life behind the Iron Curtain sure was wild.

THE RULES

SIP

Someone says ‘Saxana’.

Napoleon is mentioned.

Saxana casts a spell.

Someone names a mythical creature.

BIG DRINK

Stretchy arm shenanigans.

The bullies break a promise.

Saxana’s skirt gets shorter.

[treba-neco-napise]

Na čtení foglarovek asi vážně dneska nemám dost vůle a síly, takže jsem se pokusil být aspoň nějak produktivní a tady je moodboard Saxány, o který si nikdo neřekl.