Redheads

After including an exclusively red-headed family in Kinfolk, based on someone I knew at primary school, I was reminded just how much I really do love ginger hair! What a beautiful thing our species is gifted with, eh? Quite right.

And our wonderful redheads are hardly well represented by the slightly grotesque Thomson family …

(if you haven’t read Kinfolk, it really is … um … well, it’s something, isn’t it? Those slashes of sperm in the render above took me bloody hours to get right, in the end I gave up with materials settings – you can see the splash on the furthest right is giving off a little glow of light on the boy’s chest still, but I’d got it as good as I could and just decided to move on …)

… ahem. Although slightly grotesque, I did enjoy that interaction; “You had a hard day, da?” – “Not really.” – hehehh.

But yes; not the most delightful family, the Thomsons, are they? Though I feel they do pay reasonable tribute to my … erm acquaintance … Sandra. Ahh, Sandra, whatever happened to you, eh? I’d dearly like to know where she is now, I’ll never forget her scruffy countenance and … green snot. Yes, primary school had its rougher moments, for sure.

Anyway, anyway, enough about poor Sandra. So it got me to thinking about a certain character in an upcoming Victorian-era comic I’ve been wondering about, and I thought I’d do some character development. So here we are, bit of fun:

Oh, spoiler alert, the main character in the comic will be pretty flat chested, so to provide some balance, our dear redhead is going to be rather generously proportioned.

I mean why not, eh?

PS. if someone asserts the validity of, or hides the sources of, ‘foreign’ messaging which have a serious impact on your national discourse – that person is a very, very bad and requires some consequences. Nigel Farage, I’m looking at you. Elon Musk, I’m looking at you. I do wonder if people are thick enough to keep going along this path, I mean are the general electorate beginning to catch up with what’s going on, or do we really need to get to the next stage? If we could all avoid the next stage, the one with the curfews and the death pits, I know that I, for one, would appreciate it. Anyway, enough about fascism and capitalism creating some sort of hideous love-child abomination that drags the very worst racists up straight out of apartheid and *checks notes* Dulwich College and plonks them onto their national stages! Hahaha! Hahahhaa … eahhhh. Haha. Fuckin’ Rupert Murdoch can do one while we’re at it.

PPS. character design is so fun, I could do it all day long. Look at these beauties!

Ah, the ol’ pyjama donger … simple and classic.

eahhhh … so I might have a few ideas for this Victorian concept. Ahem.

PPPS. boobies.

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