Not Quite Dead... Yet!

A less sophisticated viewer would call our (Sari and rama) latest summer vacation -project for an excuse to draw naked men. Of course you, dearest follower, know better and understand immediately that it is a question of bringing our cultural heritage, the Nordic mythology, back to life and to readers.
Here's a little teaser. With a little bit of luck (and lots of free time in Sari's case) you might see something more substantial in a near future <3

Not dead yet or blossoming blaxploitations of Dandire summer to come

I had no idea it is possible to get hand stuck on automated plasma cutter.
But as my career in metalworking is destined to cripple me even more it is a time to try to whip myself in some shape writing-wise while I have any appendages.

I tried drawing after a looooooooong while.

I can draw skeletons and zombies and most animals and that's about it.
Sadly especially females I draw look like either a)skeletons b)zombies or c)most animals.

Alas, there is a reason I write.

Anyhow, I plan, note plan, to return on both tales I've started. The hardboiled streets of Neda Ebony's Chicago call out to me and for some reason so does regency era bloodsucker without a cause (or clue, your pick).

And being lazy dork as I am I toss the choice on those talented ladies here.

The options I offer for illustration are:
 Butcher of Black city
basicly Neda vs serial killer of a different sort.
My sad attempt to cross H.H.Holmes and mob.

Fist of Chi-Town
ok, I love blaxploitation and wushu/kung fu-movies. Having seen documentary I am Bruce Lee did not help this at all.
We have all seen some of those classic grindhouse 70's movie posters. Art deco meets Peckinpah.
And I like the idea of lone fighter, Neda and the triads colliding.

There is more ideas on Neda but on to Dandire:
Enter: Imperial John
ok...I saw I am Bruce Lee... so sue me, but basicly this is Dandire's adversary. Think Manly man Mike Conley by Tom of Finland. With libido of John Barrowman, imperial values of 1800's and sarcasm of Stephen Fry(subtracting of course the warm humanism shown by messr Fry)

while the guidelines are a bit so and so they would help to get the engine running.


Yours, Curt

Dandires and regency askew pt 1

My far superior half told me about this idea prior to the challenge and I am most definately the uttermost wrong person to do anything with this as
a) vampires are fairly boring IMO and
b) as most who know me or even know me at some level realize I am de facto opposite of a dandy.
I am the guy who when (first in the 80's) he  heard that goths are "in "was overjoyed that finally being shirtless, bloody, hairy and carrying an axe with them to anywhere was fashionable.
Well... yeah.

Anyways, sorry to maim your baby Ruska.
Here goes:

Page 1

panel 1: Exterior, night-time. Hawksmoorian mansion basking in thunderous rain. Full moon shines(well one requires cliches, right?)
Teo(offcamera): "CRY! Oh let the heavens cry with me!"
panel 2: Closeup, Teo the dandire, at the window of aforementioned mansion, somewhere between distraught and bombastic in the emotional range.
Teo "That foul scoundrel has no honor...How could I ever trust the lies of his slithery tongue?"
panel 3: pair of floating gloves of ghostbutler GLOVES behind Teo
Gloves " May I assume that your noble teethness refers to mr Edgar Blaidd Blythe?"
Teo "Silence Gloves. Say that dastardly name no more under this roof."
Panel 4: Trying to look stern Teo stares at where Gloves would have a face were he not pair of white gloves.
panel 5: exactly same pose
panel 6:as previous
Gloves" oh, very well then sir."
panel 7: as before
Gloves" So henceforth we only discuss him whilst on roof or while at the balcony, sir?"
Teo: "No!"

page 2
panel 1: Teo is furious (or thereabouts)
Teo "That crooked vulture stole my mine. He stole it. And with my money!"
Gloves "Most heinous sir. Harsh even"
panel 2:Teo overtly melodramaticly grasps above
Teo " The Vrillium mines of Timbuktu are now gone...Gone. Lost for ever."
panel 3: Rambles on at the moon
Teo " That magical metal out of my grasp for all eternity. Damn him! Damn fate! The Agony!"
panel 4: dandire shakes his gangly puny fists at the heavens
Teo " Damn you all! Why dont you just smite me dead!?!!"

page 3
panel 1: Teo gets shot to the back, bullet exits throught his white shirt approximately where his heart is.
BANG!
panel 2: Teo falls to floor.
panel 3: Teo lays at the floor on his back.
panel 4: While Teo still lays there gloves of Gloves holding flintlock pistols, one is smoking, hover over him
Gloves " Will this suffice sir? Or should I fetch the mallets?"

page 4
panel 1: Teo gets up holding his shirt.
Teo "Bah. Gloves you ruined this shirt. This is finest italian silk. Ruined like those mines."
Gloves " I shall fetch another for you sir"
panel 2: Teo strips (or rips) his shirt
Teo "Without vrillium I cant commission an airhulk. No other iron can break the shackles of cruel gravity and make ships fly."
panel 3: shirtless prettyboy vampire caresses the window, raindrops tilting the moon in view.
Teo "Even as we live in age of technological marvels and yet that snake at my bosom stole you from me."
Panel 4: (longingly) Teo" My lunar mistress...."
panel 5: hangs head, gloomily.

page 5
panel 1: Gloves floats a new white silk shirt for Teo
Gloves " Now there there, dear master. Hide thine sanguine form and think happy thoughts, the game is not lost"
panel 2: Teo clothes himself with some ghostly help
Teo "Don't be a damned fool. All is lost. I am eternally imprisoned within these cold stonewalls."
Gloves " No one could've foreseen it sire.To think; Indoor plumbing and sewers to be such  a sudden hit"
panel 3: Buttoning, slowly
Teo "And as no vampire can cross running water I am doomed to live like hermit. And far too handsome."
panel 4:Gloves "Would you like me to acquire a lady of the night for you sire?  Like I used to say still alive: with a full stomach one thinks better than with hunger gnawing your innards like old Peckerton"
panel 5: Teo stares at Gloves
panel 6: Gloves " Peckerton was always peculiar man, but still finding him with those goats.."
Teo " Gloves just go get me some harlot"
Gloves "very well sir"

page 6
panel 1: later. Teo splattered  by blood with embroided white napkin folded under his collar  savoring neck of recently deceased prostitute. White gloves  hover, waiting.
Gloves " Are we feeling better sire?"
panel 2. Teo sweeps with another napkin his bloodied lips.
Teo "  Marginally. She had thick and greasy taste and something... peculiar"
panel 3: gloves picks the carcass off table
Gloves " It's imported sir. From the docks straight I am afraid. High class madames of pleasure industry are so hard to come by these days"
panel 4: Teo bangs his fist furiously to the table
Teo "This is beneath me. I shant steep any lower. Gloves!"
Gloves "Yes my master?"
Panel 5: Teo " I shall take fate in my cold dead hands. We must breach the roof of Hell. Yes."

page 7
big panel : Teo points dramatically to heavenward.
Teo " We shall break it to fuel our steampowered elevator to Moon and have our vengeance to that heinous Blythe."
panel 2: Teo bursts out of dining hall with envigorated step.
Teo "And then I shall claim my duchy of the night!"
panel 3: Gloves holding the corpse.
Gloves "....Again?"


right. so. I have far too many ideas where to go from here.
But maybe it's better to save the Clerical Order of Friends of Abstinence and Carpathia (they never, ever, drink...wine) and dashing but far more Tom of Finland-influenced adversary, Imperial John (manly muscles, walrusian moustache) to next time(in case there ever is one)

yours
Curt

The Dandire Challenge!

Okay okay, let's face it, we're never going to finish the kalevala super glam digipaint wonder challenge.  My computer can't even take that file anymore, no matter how much lube. Anyway, yesterday we came up with another challenge, because of an old brain fart of mine, namely the Dandire.
A Dandire is of course a Vampire in the time of Regency, more specifically one dressed as a Dandy - which means a lot of important things, for example, the ability to bathe, wear long trousers, and not be covered in makeup like that damn fop Lestat and his angsty menagerie.

Now I know it's not fair to already post shit immediately after setting up a challenge, but I just had these lying around. They are not my entry, I promise.

I regurgitated Teo Dormo Malvarmo a few years ago, a comic project that never went anywhere and that I'd love to see return to life and transform and fly away as a beautiful dusky moth of weird gay erotica full of shitty puns and kid gloves. I only need somebody to script, edit, draw, ink, color, publish, feed me, juggle and love.
P.S. Gloves is a butler ghost. Handy for a dandy. All hands though.

The Quick. The Dirty. The Dean Winchester.

So here's my Dean for the Supernatural challenge. Yes, from the TV-Series. Fangirling the day away. I believe this falls under the quick and dirty category due to the sheer shittyness of it :D Really not happy with this one but hey, you can't win them all.

I am the LAW

This is so not what I planned to do for the challenge. AT ALL. But just as I had taken my pencil and paper out Ruska mentioned watching Dredd in Facebook. Which somehow lead to this. I do not know how. It just did. Apparently Dredd is all powerful enough to just manifest himself out of a pen. Which kinda makes this all Supernatural, right? See what I did there, see? Anyways this is so full of flaws that it is killing me as I hardly ever really sketch by hand. Thought I'd post it never the less. Because after this I kinda feel that I either need to draw more or just go screw you pencil and go fully digital. Dunno. Maybe I'll ask Dredd, he is the law after all.

The Quick, the Dirty, and the Fail

I tried. I really did. No I really didn't, it took me an hour and I was thinking of something far dirtier. But I can't take anything seriously anymore, I'm still sick and I want to concentrate on the bigger challenge. ;D I'm sorry. I regret everything. 

The Quick and Dirty challenge

As it will probably take us all the rest of the year to add stuff and more stuff to these Kalevala thingies I'd like to suggest an inbethweener. Yes it totally is a word. At least now it is. Due to seeing Ruska's recent doodles I suggest that the subject is SUPERNATURAL. For those of you who do not compulsively watch the series as some of us do *cough*) it can be anything from the realm of supernatural. Ghosts, angels, monsters, muscle cars. And the idea is to really keep this quick & dirty. Nothing fancy schmancy or super finished.

Also Curtvile dear get off yer ass and take part. Thank you.

End of message. Nothing to see here, move along.

And yeah, have a faaabulous Valentine's all of you Dearies.
via http://letyree.tumblr.com/image/17398352494

Another entry for the same freakin' challenge! Prolific under stress only, me.

Iku-Turso, son of Äijö.

I don't know who is Äijö.
I'm too lazy to google.

Anyway, as Sari already mentioned, Iku-Turso is a (possibly tentacled and scaly) seamonster. Which means I get to draw tentacles and scales. And by get I really mean get to, they're perfect for my budding OCD. What I don't get is why everything I draw sorta looks like a penis.

Kalevala Crooz challenge

Hello! New blog member here. Tehe, I said member.

I'm Rusalka, I draw for a living so my life is awesome. I don't write for a living, because I'm basically Deadpool, verbally and complexionally. These super awesome people let me participate in this blog for gods only know what reasons, I suspect they secretly have a thing for me. I don't draw sexy females, but most of the men I draw look like women and all of them dress like them, so you'll never know the difference, provided you immediately forget this post. Lately my men have started to look more masculine, and I know this is wrong and I will attempt to fix my evil ways the day when superheroes come off their 3500-calorie protein diet.

Tapio, god of the forest. Has a trophy wife and bazillion daughters. Described as a sort of elf, and by that I don't mean the christmas kind, he's actually a surprisingly Tolkienist figure. Fancy clothes and all. So of course I threw everything I could possibly think of on him. There's still room for more. But the kitchen sink is clearly already in there. Two things: 1) I need an a3 scanner, and b) I don't even know how I'm going to color this. Dudes, I don't color things. I just don't.

Update on 18.02.2013:

Crown and "earring" done. This challenge is going to take me A LOT longer than the original two weeks. Hell, this just took me a day, and the beard is crap. I started by just basically throwing down the colors and shadows where I figured I'd have some, and this will be style of the bottom layer, done in Corel Painter, before I throw the whole thing to Photoshop and bling it up to my best ability. I'm gonna redo the face completely, it's boring me to death, but that's for the final round.