Dark vlad

So after dark clad hitting the floor and breaking again, I figured I should really remember to take WIP shots of him. Here is the first:

All the highlighting and shadows done on the fabric. I was going for a simultaneous worn and decadent look. Think I got it?

Started the skin tone on dark vlad. Enjoy!

Finished

I finished the hell dorado spawn.

Backside. This figure is a big pain in my tush.

And a detail shot of the club.

So I spent the evening with a very fine brush and a pot of red paint. I traced the edges with the brush.

So yeah.

The project for the night is the blazing suns since I broke dark vlads arm off.

Updates

Finished a sylvanian zombie. Yay!

Work in progress shot of the rattling sniper.

Finished the rattling sniper. He’s not as impressive as I would have liked, but he isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever painted either.

Here’s a back view. I do love how the camo came out, how real it looks. I thought about dark green pants or brown, but I like the khaki better.

Glued the shield to the knight. Looks so much more finished.

Working on the spawn now. Making more progress than the other weeks I feel.

I tore out a barbel from my tongue. Was one of the plastics ones and it just snapped.
Bled like mad.

Ok just kidding. Anyways. Finished three mini zombies.

The incredibles

incredible news. more zombies? Yeah, I’m being facetious. This is another example of the media blowing everything out of proportion in order to get more views than the others.

Anyways. Enjoy this image. If I’d had it yesterday, I would have posted it yesterday.

Next. A knight of the blazing sun. Well, a WIP shot of him.

Baal predator. We decided to play with the new carroburg crimson. So the predator was sprayed pure red, and then drybrushed squig orange. Last, it was washed with carroburg crimson. I rather prefer how it turned out.

And now another WIP shot of the knight of the blazing sun. Need to figure out what color his undershirt will be.

Started his undershirt white. Not liking it. Going to try something different now. Think I’ll try faded back. Dark enough to blend in, but not so dark as to be indistinguishable.

He and his shield are finished. And no those aren’t white spots, they are bad reflections from the flash.

Finally, a touch of humor.

It’s NERF or nothin’

Oh yeah. NERF or nothin. Love it!

Also, the weeks project? Tons of knights, a smattering of zombies, that @&$!?@$ spawn figure, the mini zombies, and some other goodies.

And a zombie dwarf is finished. Handsome bugger.

And his back end. And yes, the green on the armor is verdigris not paint slop.

Finished my first knight of the blazing sun. Enjoy!!

Memorial day

So today is memorial day and we at Vannah’s creations wish to thank the men and women who have given their lives to protect our freedom.

Finished my pinup girl. So freakin sexy I do hope you enjoy her. Just…. Don’t enjoy her too much.

The backside of the lovely woman. Love it!

And now on a more serious note, some images I’ve collected just for today. Well start with my personal favorite.

One last thing, titled a letter to a fallen soldier from his mother.

From Knotties Niche:

Dear Micheal,

Dear Micheal

It has been over 2 years since I have heard your voice ( not on video) and over 2 years since I last hugged you. I know in my heart you knew you were loved. I hope you knew how proud of you I was and am. But I don’t think you ever realized how much a part of our lives you were. What a huge gaping hole losing you has left in the fabric of our lives.

I watch David wondering through life waiting for it to happen and know that you would have been the one he would have listened to. We can tell him over and over again he has to make it happen but it would have been you that made him stop waiting and start doing.. He has no clue what blessings he has. And he can’t see them through his grief. You would have rubbed his nose in them till he did. No one else was or is able to do that the way you could.

I see Anthony growing up without you to take him on outings like you use to and know he is missing out on the many things you would have taught him. He still forgets sometimes and asks about you. When you will be home and if you are still fighting bad guys. Then he remembers… I still remember the day right before you deployed when he asked me to call the Army and tell them to fire you so you didn’t have to go to Iraq. I wish I had… His lizard died a few months back. He acted like it didn’t bother him but he buried it in the backyard next to the cross there in your memory. He asked if the lizard was your pet now. I know you hate reptiles but deal with it till he comes to take over ok?

I see Bob growing up and becoming a young woman and know that in some small part of her heart and mind she compares boys to you. Or at least wonders if you would approve. Oh and there have been boys I wanted to call you and ask you to come scare off. Something about a big brother who is accurate with a weapon that makes the boys behave or go away. A few of your platoon mates have sort of tried to fill in there though. She doesn’t talk about you much. I think maybe she is still in some denial. I know she misses you terribly.

I see your Dad hurting and blaming himself because his generation didn’t fix the world, as if they could. He wanted you to have a better life.. that is all a parent ever wants for their kids. And I think part of him is just so damned angry that you didn’t even really get a chance to live. I know I am.

I see your friends getting married and starting families and I am happy for them but a part of me is mad as hell you didn’t get to do those things.

Then I see the kids who are never going to do anything but be a burden on society. Roaming the streets and getting arrested and I wonder why such a waste lives and you died.

In some ways you are still touching our lives. Inspiring me to write about it all so others can maybe have a little more compassion and understanding. Or maybe another family can see that they are not alone and although there is no right way or checklist for this we all have similar emotions and challenges. You inspired me to reach out to your brothers in arms also. One of the letters from the command in Iraq said their first thought was that if it had been anyone else but you, you would have been the one to rally everyone and boost morale. And that in a way you did just that when the guys sat and shared the stories of you antics. Every time I find out a new detail or hear a new story I am inspired by you.

I know you had so many dreams and plans. And I know you would have done it all.

You are so missed…
I love you
Mom

This is a soldier I painted for my sister when her oldest son went into the military, serving in Afghanistan. We are lucky, he made it back home when so many others didn’t. He is getting married soon! ((we’ll post his gift soon.))

Hooray hooray hooray!

So driving back from getting the younger ghouls, I had a cop fly around me in a no passing zone. Wasn’t worried until he slowed down until he was less than a foot away from me. Then I realized his buddy in the suv was less than a foot behind me. Now I’m thinking oh shit. I wasn’t speeding, the ghouls were fastened appropriately and I obviously haven’t been drinking. Hell I was wearing a seat belt too. Next thing I know they’re both flying away from me at top speeds. Moments later they come by me in the other direction, followed by two sheriffs. In the rear view mirror I see their flashers go on. Yikes!!

Anyways. I has a spider. It’s creepy.

A rattling comission! Wheee! He said I have free reign! YAY! I was told no pink. I’ll pout now.

Anyways.

I have yet another new paint gremlin. Meet 626 aka Stitch.

I like big butts and I can not lie!

Making progress on the ratling. His skin tone is done, his camo on his jacket is well underway.

X.x

Horse. A different horse.

It was suggested I try a different tactic in the blood drops. Ok. On the left you have my original method. On the right you have the suggested method from Logan.
I’ll be using the suggested method. It looks better.

Yeah. I’ll be doing it Logan’s way. ^_^;

Anyways. Here’s another lovely little horse. Enjoy.

Converting and green stuffing zombies.

Yargh. Wait she’s a pin up army girl not a pirate. Still sexy even if she is a WIP.

Bones!

And making more progress on the pin up woman.

More bones? Oh my….

Mommy it’s broken. Fix it!

Pinkie pie

When I was a little filly and the sun was going down
The darkness and the shadows they would always make me frown
I’d hide under my pillow from what I thought I saw
But granny pie said that wasn’t the way to deal with fears at all

She said pinkie you gotta stand up tall
Learn to face your fears
You’ll see that they can’t hurt you
Just laugh to make them disappear

So giggle at the ghostly
Guffaw at the grossly
Crack up at the creepy
Whoop it with the weepy
Chortle at the kooky
Snortle at the spooky

And tell that big dumb scary face to take a hike and leave you alone and if he thinks he can scare you then he’s got another thing coming to him and the very idea of such a thing just makes you want to

LAUGH!

Eeeheeheehee.
We have a guy here putting in new Internet. We convinced Judy that it was a zombie coming. She flipped out on us, yelling for her daddy to go shoot the zombie. When her mom got up to go to the kitchen, Judy began yelling that mommy couldn’t shoot the zombie, daddy could do it. She got way worked up about. We laughed so hard we nearly cried.

Anyway, the reason this blog is chock full of zombie talk and ponies is the following story.

Once upon a time pinkie pie wandered into the dark scary forest alone. But she wasn’t scared, she was too busy singing the song her granny pie taught her. Even when a strange pony approached her, she wasn’t scared. Admittedly, she wanted to go find help for the sick pony. “come in, somepony in ponyville can help you!” however the stranger bit her, pulling off a strip if her scalp.

Here are the end results of my story.

And while a pony was harmed in the making of this zombie, don’t worry.

Pinkie pie and changling pink are the same shade of pink.