#thodor

A little animation of Thodor jumping from a wormhole to get back to animation. I started reading “The Animator’s Survival Kit” by Richard Williams (I started years ago but never finished) and it’s so helpful and extensive. It focuses more on traditional animation (like...1930′ traditional. On paper and film) but it mentions that knowing these basics will help you in any animation medium. And that is the purpose of the book - to give you the foundation upon you can build whatever you want. So it’s perfect for me.

Just in this animation, I can notice how that helped, especially in the head movements when he gets up.

I didn’t do anything special with the camera movement because like I said I’m a bit rusty. I had to warm up for like 2 hours just to get to a point I’m satisfied with.

(I photobashed the broken asphalt in the foreground, here’s the original: http://bgfons.com/download/3711)

POV one of your sqaudmates went super saiyan.

This one took 1 week! I feel like I’m getting faster lol

I didn’t finalize Thodor design yet (I didn’t need it for this painting) but I did design the uniform for the army.

Long story short Arion (the guy in the middle) is in the army, and he fucking hates it. One day he just has enough and goes berserk. This is that day.

So here’s Arion’s regular uniform as a soldier, along with the sketches leading to the final design (I thought they were interesting this time). He will have a modified uniform but I didn’t finalize it yet.

The main body of the uniform is based on concept renders of the Ratnik-3 project, which is a Russian project to try and design “the uniform of the future”. It was incredibly helpful to me since this design is set in a sci-fi world, but looking it up made me kinda uncomfortable considering... well everything in Eastern Europe rn.

For the helmet I wanted to focus on big, recognizable shapes. I started with something kinda normal and pushed it more and more until I found something good. I like the silhouette and the sci-fi elements it adds to the design.

As I said before, Arion hates being a soldier. Because of that, he’s a perfect candidate to be devoted to Thodor, the god of chaos. I want his regular uniform to look restricting, to contrast with his later personalized uniform, where I can visually show how he breaks all sorts of codes.

The helmet comes in two parts, the mouth and nose mask and the actual helmet. Arion is going to use the mask as a way to later conceal his identity. There are two reasons there are wires running from the mask to a back piece. The wires are for electric components in the helmet, and also a visual representation of the shackles that bound Arion. Another representation of the shackles is on his ankles, where a tracker that looks like the ones used for prisoners is.

The bit of red references Raidoon, goddess of reality bending. In the form she takes in Daughter of Death she’s related to war, so this is more of an easter egg for later. Initially I wanted to make the whole uniform red but it didn’t fit the fact they’re made to be used in an urban setting. They also looked more like medic uniforms than soldiers.

In the last photo of sketches there’s some exploration of how different units might look. I was thinking that the round helmet can be snipers, and the cone head can be hackers, but I’m not sure yet.

Right so I just sketched all the main characters of Old Blood because I felt that it's been a while, and I found this (the one on the bottom) very similar sketch from almost exactly 2 years ago and... fuck like... what is wrong with their necks????? god how did I not notice, it’s always the necks that look wrong in my old art, 4 years ago I made them too thick, and 2 years ago I overcorrected to whatever this monstrosity is.

I love how Lakenya’s (far left) general idea is still the same, but the execution is 10 times better.

Jeg har ikke fortalt om latteren og glæden ved at se den anden person, selv efter hvis de bare lige har været i bad. Nogle gange går jeg endda ind i badeværelset, og kigger på ham mens han bader, bare fordi jeg ikke kan lade være. Så fniser han, og vi kigger på hinanden. Jeg kysser ham, bliver våd på trøjen, og sætter mig til at læse en bog imens han skyller sæben af. Jeg fatter ikke, hvordan vi kan blive ved med at nyde hinanden så meget. Jeg har aldrig nydt en anden persons selskab så meget, som jeg nyder hans. I går sad vi med hver vores computer i nogle timer, bare lige for at koge lidt. Han spillede HoN, og jeg så The Host, og en gang imellem klemte vi hinandens hænder for at vise, at vi var der. Jeg kan se lysene i hans øjne når han ser på mig, han kysser mig i søvne, og jeg gemmer mig i hans arme om natten, jeg vil ikke sove alene længere. 

Jeg får skjulte high fives når jeg har spist morgenmad, og han holder om mig bagfra når jeg smører Lätta på et stykke knækbrød. Måden han siger mit navn, lidt som om, det smelter på tungen af ham. Han bærer mig ned ad trappen 80% af gangene vi skal nedenunder, og vi griner og griner, så jeg ved, hans familie kan høre os længe inden vi kommer ind i stuen. 

Han gentager de lyde, jeg siger uden at være klar over det. Fx. når jeg strækker mig, tager tøj på eller knækker min ryg. Så griner vi noget mere, fordi det lyder så åndssvagt.

Vi snakker om vores kommende hattetur mindst tre gange om ugen. Han glæder sig, siger han, ååh, hvor han dog glæder sig til at rejse med mig. Han holder mig tæt ind til sig og klemmer lidt ekstra for at vise, hvor meget han holder af mig. Også selvom vi begge to prutter en masse, fordi vi har spist pølser grillet på det hjemmelavede bål ude i haven. Måske var der noget i, men det gør ikke noget, vi griner hver gang lyden er der, og driller hinanden til vi griner endnu mere.

"Skal vi spille Mario?!" siger han, med det der bestemte ansigtsudtryk, så jeg bare ved, at han ikke snakker om Mario, men om at kilde mig. Jeg griner allerede inden han rører ved mig.

Det er sådan her, det skal være. Jeg ved, det her er rigtigt. Det er så meget mere afslappet og naturligt end noget som helst andet i hele verden. Jeg har ikke dårlig samvittighed over noget som helst. Jeg kan være mig selv, for jeg ved, han kender mig bedre end nogen anden. Hvorfor skulle jeg dog spille skuespil, jeg ved han elsker mig som jeg er. Og vi kan snakke om tingene. Hold kæft, hvor kan vi bare snakke om tingene. Hvis noget går skævt, så snakker vi altid om det bagefter. Jeg er så lettet. Jeg er så lettet over at vi kan det. Det lyder som en dårlig, amerikansk, romantikfilm, men jeg tror, der er tre ting, der rigtigt betyder noget i et forhold: gensidig respekt, fysisk tiltrækning og så det, at man kan snakke om tingene. Udover kærlighed til hinanden, selvfølgelig, men ellers. Jeg har oplevet at forelskelse bare ikke er nok i sig selv. Mangler de tre andre ting, så passer det bare ikke helt. Det er så vigtigt at kunne tale om tingene, så man ikke går rundt og bekymrer sig, bærer nag eller er vred eller jaloux.