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Well it being black history month is reminding me how I wanted to doodle something like this down for a while. Since it’s been a lil detail I always take notice of in drawings. These are very simple depictions but I hope it’s enough to give the general idea! Feel free to reblog
[Image description taken from alt: Drawing Scars on Brown/Dark Skin. The left illustration is how cuts and burns looks on brown and darker skin. Top level is the common depiction of using light pink to color it. So no melanin? typically not how most scars look. Of course there’s the condition of raised scars or stretch marks which could look lighter! Next row is showing how they are when scabbing which is reddish and dark. Third row is an aged, finished scar. Burns are marbled in look. They're darker than the skin tone. Last row shows how a fully or nearly fully healed scar, it's lightly visible but still darker than skin tone. Right illustration is a torso with scars with a diagonal cut to show the difference between left and right side. Left has pink light scars, healing? Or just an oversight? Right has darker colored scars. Normal. Same applies to top surgery scars. For recent surgeries that alter the areola, it is pink as it heals (nipples are pigmented on dark skin btw so it’s a weird look) After full care and recovery they’ll look normal (dark). End description.] @a-captions-blog
Found one!
So I'm designing these VERY dark skinned characters, and I'm struggling to to properly color and shade, anyone have good tutorials?
White racist liberals doing what comes natural.
Thank Gaea black Americans have us white liberals to do their thinking for them!
-- that white liberal lady, probably
"Imagine how many potential Einsteins are toiling away at meaningless labor."
Einstein was a patent clerk when he developed his theory of relativity.
Think of how many honest laborers were convinced to take out student loans on the promise that they could be Einstein too.
also, fuck, if you’re that much of a genius you can’t do that shit in your free time?
Black Satin Brocade Bodice with Yellow Flowers and Green Velvet Bows
c.1890
made by American designer Miss Foley
brocaded silk satin, cotton net, and beads
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Just finished Netflix's Is It Cake, Too? (season two of Is It Cake?) and one of the contestants freaking hand painted the Mona Lisa in under 10 hours and did I mention that it was also a cake?
Miko Kaw Hok Uy, everybody!
Half Goblin, half Hobbit.
Goblit.
God dammit I did this just for a pun but now I’m imagining this whole backstory where a wounded female goblin flees from some battle and winds up on the edges of the Shire and she’s gonna jump some Hobbit dude named Blinko Tumbrush but Blinko’s so unfailingly polite that his first reaction on seeing someone in a rough situation is to invite them in to dinner and gobbo chick is just like “… uh… ‘kay.”
And then she has dinner and it’s the best thing she’s ever eaten and even her little green brain is able to put together “If I knife this guy so I can take his stuff he can’t cook more of this” so when he asks her to stay the night she’s just like “Fuck yeah breakfast”.
And all the other Hobbits in the area are staring at this new arrival who starts begrudgingly working in the garden (she can pull out the weeds they’d normally have to hitch livestock to) and they’re all thinking “Uhhhhh that’s a fucking Goblin there, chief” except if they actually acknowledge that she’s a goblin then it’s a huge to-do and a lot of excitement and possibly there would be adventure involved in chasing her off. So they just sort of silently, collectively decide they’re going to ignore it and all go “Oh, Blinko finally found himself a lady, how nice, she must be one of the Glumbrushes from over the far side of West Farthing, I always did hear they were on the homely side, not much hair on their feet you know.”
And eventually in due time along comes Korbo Tumbrush and decently cute Hobbit baby but the biggest fucking ears you ever saw on a Hobbit and he’s a bit green and everyone is thinking “That’s a fucking half-Goblin you’ve got there, chief, you fucked a fucking Goblin, you made a baby with a damn Goblin my guy” but this would be an immensely rude thing to say to someone so they’re just like “Oh how nice, Blinko, he looks just like you, has those Glumbrush eyes though.”
And Korbo the Goblit grows up a proper little man in his waistcoat and pipe and every so often someone visits from a different part of the shire and sees this plump green dude with massive flappy pointed ears and they start to open their mouth only for a local to leap right in and go “HAHA YES THAT IS KORBO TUMBRUSH A VERY UPRIGHT HOBBIT WE ALL LOVE KORBO HE’S GLUMBRUSH ON HIS MOTHER’S SIDE (WE THINK) THAT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING!!!” and the visitor just starts nodding along emphatically because this is clearly something that is Not Spoken Of.
I fuckin love it
I. I have to know …
Does Korbo know!? Like is the Gobit aware his momma is a goblin? Or does he just grow up like
“yup us Glumbrushes sure do look different”
He leaves home on an adventure and stumbles n a hoard of goblins marches right up like
“how do ya do fellow hobbits? You know I’m half Glumbrush myself”
Alright, so, Korbo got in a fight once.
Once.
The Tumbrushes are, as a family trade, purveyors of fine pieces of wood. Not of large amounts of lumber, for which Hobbits don’t have a particular lot of call save occasionally, but rather of particularly nice pieces suitable for the making of fine window trimmings, floors, or the occasional carved bit of artwork to be given at a fancy event. Obviously for this one doesn’t go cutting down any tree willy-nilly, and Korbo had spent most of the day out and about looking for suitable trees.
(Korbo also personally assisted in cutting them down, being rather well known as on the strong side for a Hobbit, wink wink, nudge nudge.)
Having put in a genuine hard day’s work and rather pleased with himself, Korbo retired to the local bar to have a few beers and a smoke and to partake in good company, all of whom had gotten so used to pretending there was nothing odd about him that it was almost as if there was genuinely nothing odd about him.
Until along comes Humdil Thumbletoe.
Now the Thumbletoes were what was known in the Shire as “experts on genealogy”. This might sound like quite a good thing when you consider how well-versed most Hobbits are in their family lines, until you consider that most Hobbits are already well-versed in their family lines. A Hobbit being thoroughly knowledgeable of their family tree is not much to be remarked upon, so when it is remarked upon it is more to mean that the Hobbits in question are such tremendous mooches that they have had to dive far more deeply into their bloodlines looking for more relatives to leech off of than any Hobbit would generally consider polite.
Humdil was fairly brawny as Hobbits go, which was about all you could say for him. In fact Humdil had realized that was really all that could be said for him and had become a bit of a bully. And so it was he entered the bar that night with a very put-upon third cousin twice removed (by marriage) and caught sight of Korbo for the first time.
“Why, look at that one!” he bellowed, guffawing. “He’s so ugly his mother had to have been a Goblin, ey!”
The whole bar goes quiet. Aside from the obvious abominable rudeness of this, Humdil has said the thing that is never supposed to be said, and is clearly too stupid to realize he’s right. All heads slowly turn to Korbo.
Now, it is well known that Korbo has inherited his father’s tendency to never give a single solitary hairy-toed fuck about anything. He has currently been in the running to be at least the second most chill dude to ever be born in the Shire. And indeed, right now he’s still looking perfectly calm, puffing on his pipe. He sets the pipe aside, finishes off the last of his beer, and stands up.
“Sir, we’ll be needing to step outside.”
Now Hobbits are mostly a peaceable lot, not given to wars or fighting for any old thing, but a bit of fisticuffs outside the bar is hardly unheard of. Mostly everyone is kind of nervous about this because they’re still not sure how Korbo is reacting to this whole Goblin thing. So someone takes Korbo’s jacket and Humdil’s third cousin twice removed (by marriage) grudgingly takes his, and the two square off.
Now, Humdil was a big Hobbit, it was true, but there were a few things that, being a moron who didn’t realize he was right, and who had never been outside the Shire or seen a Goblin anyway, he could not possibly know.
For one, Goblins have long, spindly arms, giving them a surprisingly good reach for their size… not abominably long, certainly not in the case of a half-Goblin, and certainly not above being concealed by the cut of a well-tailored shirt. Second, they are compact, wiry creatures, with dense muscle over their otherwise lanky forms, and given to that a Hobbit’s already greater mass and the anchoring benefit of large, wide feet, well.
The moment Humdil stepped forward and started to swing, Korbo’s fist shot out like one of Gandalf’s better rockets and struck him directly in the nose. His flight was also, for some weeks after, compared to one of Gandalf’s rockets, though not quite as far and the explosion at the end was mostly him laying on the ground cursing wetly due to all the blood streaming from his nose.
Korbo apologizes profusely to all and sundry for the disturbance, collected his jacket, and goes home. Honey is out picking mushrooms (still being of the more nocturnal persuasion after all these years), but Blinko’s sitting by the fire reading a book. Korbo sees that there’s a newspaper (full of lots of extremely important things like how the pipeweed was growing and which barrels of beer were going to be uncasked that month), so picks it up and sits down to read.
“Evening, Da.”
“Evening, son. Pleasant evening out?”
“Oh, fine. Save for I broke Humdil Thumbletoes’s nose for him.”
“Hm, hm, I see. Why did you feel the need to do that?”
“Well, he called Ma a Goblin, you see.”
Blinko slowly lowers his book, and slowly raises his head. Looks at Korbo for long moments. Raises one eyebrow a little.
“Son. You know full well your mother is a Goblin.”
“Well, yes, but he didn’t know that, and he said it as an insult anyway so it being true or not doesn’t really matter that much, does it?“
“Hm, hm. I suppose that’s true at the end of the day, isn’t it?”
Blinko goes back to reading his book. Korbo continues reading the paper.
“You could have stabbed him,” Blinko eventually notes.
“Aye, could have stabbed him,” Korbo agrees easily enough. “But it’s a bit of a mess, isn’t it?”
“True, true, probably would have been a bit of a mess in the road, not very thoughtful to the community,” Blinko allows.
And that was the end of it.
I love all of this so much. Also-
“Sir, we’ll be needing to step outside.”
The power. I set down my drink after that one.
Oddly enough, one might expect Korbo to have trouble finding a lady hobbit. He’s not given to being as plump as his fellows, and his feet are a bit small, and he’s rather, well, tall for a hobbit, isn’t he. And green. Always looks a bit like he’s eaten something that didn’t agree with him.
But he runs into Hilda Greebrook one day in town, and she’s lost her favorite pipe, which is of course a tragedy of the highest order. It’s not unheard of for a lady to smoke, but it isn’t particularly encouraged, either, and so the general reaction is “you poor dear, perhaps it’ll turn up, hadn’t you best be getting home for luncheon?”
Korbo, however, stops to help her look for the pipe, and when it’s nowhere to be found he offers to make her another just like it, if she can tell him what precisely made it so special that it was a favorite, for after all a favorite must be distinguishable by something.
Unfortunately the thing that distinguishes it is that she got it from Gandalf and it’s quite unlike most pipes in the Shire, so recreating it is quite the task. But Korbo sets himself to it anyway, working a bit each night and handing it to Hilda daily to see if it feels quite right, and six months later he’s done it—recreated a pipe that came from the world of men, or perhaps elves, but certainly not that of hobbits.
Hilda for her part discovers Korbo quite likes to read, and though he’s from a reasonably well-to-do family—for hobbits are always in need of new toys and fancy party decorations after all—can’t get his hands on books fast enough to satisfy himself, and, well, her da’s a transcriber, someone’s got to write out the papers after all, and she’s got access to practically every book in the Shire, and ways to make copies besides.
At first people think it’s odd, a hobbit who can’t see asking to borrow books, but then they find out Korbo is involved and asking questions could lead to excitement and so they absolutely do not ask and simply offer up their histories and books of poetry and hobbit folklore (for even without want for excitement there are things it’s good to remember, and things every hobbit child should know so they, too, can grow up properly plump and staying well away from adventure), and resign themselves to never seeing their books again.
And then they find that far from their books quite disappearing, they return in fine form—albeit usually in a timeframe rather too long to be polite—but oddly quite a lot seem to have tiny bits of wood shavings in, although one wouldn’t expect it in a hobbit home? And THEN Hoptus Redbranch finds Korbo one day in his workshop, he’s just stopped by for the wood to repair a door after an unfortunate incident with attempting to remove a colony of bees and rather too much smoke for the moving of bees, and Korbo is simply. Pressing small pieces of hot iron into a very thin piece of wood, making small triangle patterns like no hobbit decoration Hoptus has ever seen, and he’s quite frequently checking into a book on his left that turns out to be one of Hoptus’ own books, and very carefully turning the pages with a cloth so as to not get oil from the hot iron all over the pages—
—and THEN, not long after the news of Korbo’s strange woodburning activities have spread across most of the Shire (and caused no small amount of consternation, because goblins are clever but so often the things they make are cruel and the cause of ever so much unpleasantness), Hilda is seen in her own garden with Korbo with a stack of these thin pieces of wood all carefully hinged together, running her fingers over carefully sanded and varnished pieces and feeling the triangles and reciting a hobbit tale.
For all those months of strangely disappeared books, Korbo has been translating Westron into an alphabet that can be read with one’s fingers, and making Hilda books, and teaching her to read them.
Nobody is entirely surprised, after about three years, when the two of them vanish for a few months, and come back quite married.
Within a few generations, this is absolutely going to be a thing Not Worth Remarking Upon. So when a young hobbit finds themselves accidentally ripping the knobs off doors when they’re cross, their parents will sigh and the elder hobbits in the village will remark that ‘that’ll be the Glumbrush in ‘im coming through, I told you his ears were a little bigger than his siblings, didn’t I?’ much the same as they always did on Bilbo and Frodo’s Took relations and the resulting hankering for adventure.
Were anyone from the outside to visit the Shire, they’d find a small colony of goblins thoroughly intermarried and also avoiding the usual goblin tendencies towards stabbing, so long as no one is so gauche as to insult them for being goblins.
(Sooner or later, one very flustered hobbit is going to accidentally do the same thing with an orc.)
The Tumbrushes, as with all Hobbits, were quite proud of their work, and rightly so. Their works are fine, of the highest quality, and they fetch the appropriate price for their labors, making them quite well-to-do. In the Shire, wealth breeds respect, of course, and so the Tumbrushes are quite well respected.
And yet there’s a difference between “well to do” and “scandalously wealthy.”
So when, when Blinko Tumbrush recieved a letter inviting them to the Baggins residence for tea, he of course brought his wife and son along.
Now, Korbo had crossed paths with Bilbo Baggins a time or two in the market, never for much longer than the time required for Polite Conversation, and so wasn’t expecting much. Sure, everyone knew Bilbo was odd, and were willing to talk about it, since Bilbo made no effort to hide his adventures and had, on numerous occasions, commented on visiting the elves or poking around the mountains, but they were in the Shire, no adventure in sight, and so this should be a normal, proper visit between client and craftsman.
And then Bilbo opened the door, pipe in hand, took the three of them in, and said, quite out of nowhere, “Ah, Shoebiter clan.”
Honey Tumbrush, late of the Shoebiter clan of the Misty Mountains, smiled with all her teeth and replied “Dragon thief!”
Bilbo guffawed and waved them inside, offering them hospitality in the goblin tongue, with the guarantee of safety and threat of violence that implied. They had arrived in time for second breakfast, and didn’t leave until past dinner, having hammered out a contract and shared many a story.
Blinko Tumbrush had only one thing to say as he walked home, arm in arm with his wife and son trailing behind. “He’s an odd fellow, that Bilbo, but nice enough. Yes, nice enough indeed.”
I love them
Gets better and better every time I see it
What was removed?! Which guidelines did it violate? This post was complete last time I saw it.
Here’s my art that apparently was too much for tumblr!
The best genre of family portrait is and will always be Husband With Multiple Kids Making Come Hither Eyes At His Wife
Barbara Krafft, Die Familie Anton von Marx 1803
Marie-Geneviève Bouliard,Monsieur Olive & family 1791
Best part with the first one is while he is making "come hither eyes", he is also keeping one of his younger sons from mischief with that fish🤣
Very realistic family portrait in my humble but accurate opinion
How do you think they got so many kids
So when baby number two came around it was less of shock, Hiccup was still mildly convinced conceiving her son so easily was a fluke, and yet, here was was with a one year old son and another in her belly. Hiccup's family has always had fertility issues. Dagur's did not.
Dagur was always thrilled when they were getting a new member of the family. I imagine of the two, Dagur had a stronger parental instinct, and was very nurturing. It was almost like he was able to channel his more violent impulses to something more productive. Mostly true. It's been shown to be the case in the show that once you find yourself in his affections, he does everything in his power to protect. Dagur of course does everything in his power to make Hiccups' pregnancies easier, drawing baths, feeding her cravings etc. Dagur desperately wanted a daughter, a daughter he could raise to be a great warrior. He's gotten lucky, baby two was little Sigrid, a great warrior with a gentle heart.
This was actually somewhat based on my late grandfather. My grandfather had two brothers and two sons, so when he got three granddaughters, he was ecstatic. The three of us could do no wrong.
To be clear Hiccup is not upset she's pregnant per say. She was happy to have another addition to the family. But being pregnant means she can't go jumping off cliff to test flight suits, ride Toothless into unknown territory for dragon research or work in the forge. It just means she can't be the feral little gremlin she is at heart. Hiccup struggled more with the role of parent, not helped by how easily to seemed to come to her husband. It seemed supremely unfair how naturally fatherhood came to a borderline madman.
Also she finds Dagur's doting, both annoying and embarrassing.
And kind of sweet.
Here we have Dagur's Family, his mother Iona and his sister Brenna as a child. As you can see Brenna and Dagur favor their mother. I imagine Oswald had red hair too, though faded from the years. All three of Oswald's children got his eyes. Heather got dark hair from her mother.
Iona was a fierce and well respected warrior of the tribe, coming for a prominent family. She came from a family where she had one brother (Harold/Herald) and two sisters.
When I picture Iona and Oswald's relationship, I dont picture one of deep love but practicality. Iona was a good match for the chief and she found fulfillment in bettering her tribe and assisting him in war. She was never the type to stand still. Even though they weren't in love, they respected each other deeply. There was never a whisper of infidelity on either party while Iona lived.
Iona loved her children fiercely, wanting only the best for them in the future. It was actually more from Iona than Oswald the children get their mental instability from. Iona was great at managing it, on the battlefield she always let loose. For those who don't know, Berserkers were a supposedly real type of warrior among vikings. They would drink some kind of medicine, likely a serious stimulant, and charge into the battle fields, destroying all in their wake. It was said in battle they couldn't even differentiate between friends and foes so even allies had to give them a wide berth.
Brenna and Dagur loved their mother in turn, but only Brenna remembers her with any clarity. Still, Dagur remembers the fierce-some warrior his mother was from stories and faint memories. In BB I always right Dagur having deep respect for women, which seems to be canon too. That was partly due to Brenna being a domineering presence when they were children. She forced him to do her chores a lot.
It's never been clear why Oswald became agreeable, but I have a theory in the BB universe. Brenna is older than Dagur, and when she was born, there were many talks about a potential spouse. Wars between the tribes make intermarriage difficult, so they were trying to think of a spouse on island. However it was difficult, the population of the Berserker tribe is pretty much all related, more or less, especially the more influential clans. Now, inbreeding was nowhere near as understood as it now, but people understand cause and effect. Blood being too close has long since a valid reason to dissolving marriages of aristocracy.
When tribes are at war, blood becomes concentrated leading to sickly babes and deformities. Oswald found that every potential, suitable partner for Brenna was too close in blood. Then he had an idea. Even though he was at war with other tribes, he respected their leaders as warriors and men. What if there was a way to conquer tribes without bloodshed? What about marriage?
Slowly he begins his journey and establishing peace with other tribes. Brenna is promised to young heir of Hysteria tribes, one of his chief rivals. This bring peace and boost of commerce and fresh blood into both tribes, alliance also helps with dragon problem.
Peace with the Hooligan tribe is equally important, so he's thrilled when Stoick has a daughter while he has a son. Considering the difficulties with Hiccup's birth and the slew of failed pregnancies prior to her it's unlikely Stoick would have another child. This is confirmed when Valka is taken and Stoick refuses to take another wife.
It's an added bonus because law would support Hiccup's right to inherit the chief mantle. In the beginning it looked difficult because Stoick wanted his girl to stay close and resolve the succession crisis by marrying her to his nephew, his next closest relation. Eventually, Oswald convinces him to marry Hiccup to Dagur.
This plan actually kind of works because four of his six grandchildren are chiefs in their own right; his three grandsons through Dagur and his granddaughter Silvi through Brenna. Each chief ruling over a powerful tribe.
Iona means both Dove and Island
Brenna means burning or torch, again referencing her hair
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Something I haven't gone into depth here is Hiccup's relationship with her handmaid, Vessa. Vessa is Roman born who traveled north as a slave only to become a slave of the Berserkers. Someone pointed out to me that Rome was pretty much gone by the time HTTYD takes place, and while I appreciate the facts, it's too late to retcon her. Also the age of Vikings was pretty much at its end by the time HTTYD takes place too. And dragon never actually existed. So suspension of disbelief.
Vessa more or less fulfills he role of Astrid in the first film, being a person to bounce her thoughts off of. Vessa was prostitute her whole life, and despite being only a little older than Hiccup, she is vastly more experienced. Vessa was tired of being a "tavern girl" and deiced to shoot her shot and try to be the handmaid of the chief's wife. It works out well for both of them. Vessa escapes the less than pleasant existence she'd been living and Hiccup learns how to take control of her life through, "ahem", bedroom activities. The resulting relationship is one of mutual care and affection. Vessa views hiccup as both a daughter and little sister. Hiccup views Vessa as a mentor, confidant and big sister.
Like many sisters, there is banter. Since Vessa became a handmaid, she's somewhat cut off from village gossip. Now her main source of entertainment is watching the little virgin bride get flustered by asking about her sex life. Here Vessa is asking what position Hiccup thought finally knocked her up.
"Did you mate like dragons?"
"Oh my gods, no!"
"Ok, ok, let me guess, you were riding his dragon."
"Vessa, shut up!"
Hiccup would never let Vessa know she was probably right.
BTW, Hiccup has short hair ere because most of it got burned off when fighting the Red Death, this takes pace several months later. Also, Hiccup doesn't like wearing that heavy fur cloak usually, but Dagur got pretty protective during her first pregnancy. He wanted her to stay warm.
Oh dear god they multiplied.
So in Berserker's Bride, we only ever see the eldest, Orvar being born. Since I don't know if I'll finish it, I thought I'd provide a spoiler of the other kids. Yeah Dagur and Hiccup have four other kids, much to the chagrin of the world. They're chaos wrapped in smart-ass. Not sure if I mentioned this, but I gave Dagur the family name Eldsen, Eld -don't quote me on this- being a Norse word related to fire- and "sen", being essentially meaning son a common part of Norse surnames. Red hair runs in the family hence calling themselves essentially sons of fire.
It's something of a private joke that Hiccup will look at her kids after they caused trouble and think 1. Her father is definitely laughing at her somewhere, and 2. Why the frick did she have so many kids? Dagur will then walk by without a shirt and she'll get all flustered thinking, "oh right, that's why." Also let's be real back in the day you had a lot of kids because you were expecting at least half to die before reaching adulthood. Hiccup had been content at four, the youngest wasn't intentional. Stupid sexy Dagur, lol. So a bit about each.
Orvar, aka Orvar the Honorable, the oldest, the apple of his family's eyes, of the five the best blend between his parents. Orvar is -mostly-sensible, level headed and decent warrior. Except for one thing. Orvar is TERRIFIED of blood. It may or may not have to with the fact that he was sprayed with an enemies life blood within minutes of being born, who knows. He was conceived shortly after Hiccup defeated the Red Death on the morning Hiccup was given the Eldsen family talon and the pair properly confessed their love. Orvar was then carried through a war with the Outcasts before being born in a dragon pen while his father was beat half to death. He grows to be heir to the Beserker tribe, as he was named by his father after living a month.
Sigrid, aka Sigrid the Sensible, is a as her name suggests, the most level headed of the children, usually the one keeping the rest out of trouble, including her big brother. Another private joke is that each of the children were carried/conceived/born under crazy circumstances. Sigrid was the only one whose conception, pregnancy and birth were pretty uneventful. Hiccup is convinced it's the reason Sigrid is something other crazy. She would be a baby after the time skip when BB tells the story of Race to the Edge. Despite being called the Sensible, Sigrid is the most effective warrior of the children. The others all know that, it's one of the reasons she can keep them in line. But she dreams of love and family, of marriage and children, rather than glorious death in battle.
Laddie, AKA Hiccup Horrendous Haddock IV, AKA Laddie the Mad, Hiccup was pregnant with him-Very Early Stage- during the events of the second movie. Laddie was also born early and weak as his mother had been. Luckily, Dagur had outlawed the casting out of hiccups years before so there was no objection to keeping him. The pair had gone back and forth if they wanted to brand their son with the name but eventually decided, eff the establishment, call him Hiccup and get him prove he was more. Hiccup had gone far despite being a hiccup, she wasn't even the first hiccup in her family to do so. To avoid confusion, they called him Hiccup-Lad or Laddie, for short. Basically Laddie is what happens when you mix Hiccup's inventive genius with Dagur's lack of regard for humanity. He's basically a mad scientist. For the most part he uses the name Haddock instead of Eldsen, since he's set to inherit the Hooligan tribe. Dagur still insist that they hyphen his family name in too.
Stoick Eldsen, AKA Stoick the Steadfast, the name Stoick was actually intended for Laddie, but since he was a Hiccup, they decided to hold off. He was the first child born after the events of the 3rd movie, still not sure how I was approaching that. Also, I never decided if Stoick I died during the second movie in BB but was a consideration. Stoick II is easily the largest of the children, towering over the rest in height and girth. Also, he's a big ol' himbo. While not oe to get in trouble on his own he was always persuaded to adventure by his siblings. Unfortunately, he was the least fleshed out of the kids. Stoick II is set to inherit the Outcast tribe, the one his mother won by right of conquest.
Dagny Eldsen, AKA Dagny the Wild, is the final child born t the couple. Like her brothers, her conception was under unusual circumstances. Something Hiccup simply terms was "a weird night", make of that what you will. Dagur whined that one child was named for Hiccup's father and one named after Hiccup and he felt he deserved one named after him. Hiccup reminded him Laddie's name wasn't because of her but his runty size. Dagur argued it didn't matter and Hiccup threw up her arms, saying fine, if we have another kid it's getting named after you. Dagny came along and Hiccup was slightly worried that Dagur would be annoyed his namesake was a girl, but as usual, Dagur was unperturbed. "We'll call her Dagny." And that was that. Dagny is as her title suggests, a wild-child. She goes on to explore beyond the archipelagos to the mainland, forging trade deals that benefit her brothers' tribes and has a hundred lovers along the way. Regardless of how many kids she has, no two share a father. To be clear, she is the main trouble maker of the family. Dagny very much lived up to her namesake.
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So, this is easily one of my fav drawing of this duo. It feels intimate, not because of the nudity or what not, but the act of casually starting their day and dealing each other. Each one of the pair envies the other's hair. Hiccup is envious of Dagur's bright red hair. Dagur loves the complex shades of Hiccup's hair that changes depending on lighting and also, he loves how soft it is.
So context of the image. They are simply getting ready for their day. Hiccup is likely verbally going over the schedule, Dagur is listening and taking mental notes. Dagur will likely braid her hair next. Because they like each other's hair so much they often braid and style each others hair for the day when they have time. Dagur is bit clumsy but Hiccup likes it more than any professional braiding. Likewise Dagur LOVES when Hiccup braids back his hair. He often brags that not a single strand comes loose when training or during other activities.
I realise Dagur doesn't have a six pack here. I modeled him more after actual strongmen. I think it's closer to his canon body type. Dagur isn't necessarily vain, he does like looking good for his wife but he seems the type to work towards practical muscles. Personally I find strong man bodies WAY more attractive than body builder types. Also, it's kind of hard to see but I put freckles all over, pair of gingers they are. Their kids are doomed lol. It took FOREVER to find the right brush
To be clear I'm pretty sure the blue markings Dagur has are tattoos, he always has them (even after coming out of prison). In addition to these I've added a few. The Dagur I imagine is a bit of a simp for the ladies he adores. Naturally he has a night fury tattoo on his heart because of course he does. But for the more eagle eyed viewers notice the tattoo on Dagur's arm. The tattoo in question is based on one he had in the show. In the show it was a revenge list, here it's a list of people Dagur loves. The top of the list is Hiccup, then his son Orvar, his sister Brenna, his niece Silvi, and other names to follow.
Again, I do love this one, it makes me smile.
The Beserker's Bride Wedding
Good lord almighty, ya'll have no idea how much time and work went into this one. The trims, decorations, jewelry and wristbands were all created drawn individually and added in, the trims were heavily based off/redrawn from several internet images and artwork, mostly tattoo inspiration lol. Also Daria Andrieieva -check out her cool work!- was a major source for the trim redraws. I probs would have drawn everything from scratch but I dont currently have access to a scanner. Every time I thought I was done I kept thinking to was too plain and had to add more elements. What can I say I'm a masochist for art. Also, Vikings were a decadent bunch when it came to personal decoration. The small hammer pendant on Hiccup's jewelry is based on an actual artifact of viking culture. The two surrounding charms on her beads are associated with may things one of which was fertility.
So fun fact, wearing white to weddings is fairly recent custom, started by Queen Victoria. It does not mean virginity, that was decided by evangelical groups around the 50's. White was chosen by Queen Victoria go better display the lace of the gown made in England and by doing so, encourage domestic textile trade. So yeah, I get annoyed whenever women dress in all white for weddings prior to that time. Still I made Hiccup's wedding furs white, why not.
To get to the image itself, both parties were more than a little skeptical about the match. Dagur's not sure what to make of Hiccup as a wife, he'd tried for years to encourage Hiccup to grow and be strong as his father asked for the sake of alliance, mixed results. Hiccup is like 85% sure that Dagur will kill her in her sleep.
Oswald is thrilled about the match, Stoick is dubious, but is content that Oswald wanted Hiccup to join his family so badly. It bodes well for her future life. As Dagur is the heir to Chief's seat and Hiccup is Stoick's only daughter and child; both were dressed to the nines.
Things do work out for the pair within the year, but it wasn't easy going.
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