#dik browne

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cartoonists influencing Not That Magic

Dik Browne

The clean simplicity of Browne's character designs throughout his career, and his hand-hewn ink line in Hägar, have always been an inspiration to me.

Anthony Auffret

Again, clean and simple, and even more hands-on -- clearly hand-lettered, and with borders and word balloons inked without a ruler. I love this feeling of something made by a real human being.

Thom Zahler

I admire Zahler's graphic novel series Love and Capes - an ongoing comic-book adventure story, but broken down into sections of four same-sized panels with a punchline, so that it could also be run as a regular comic strip. I dig that storytelling rhythm.

Gisèle Lagacé

Lagacé is an artist I've been following for years, who also uses that rhythm of a series of four-panel punchline strips to tell an ongoing story.

Tonči Zonjić

Zonjić is better than anyone [IMHO] when it comes to a creative use of black, white, and one single tone of gray -- that was a huge influence on how I approached Not That Magic.

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DAY 7 - I have yoinked a challenge from @kckatie to post ten books that I love. One book per day - no exceptions, no reviews, just the covers. The idea is to promote good books, encourage reading and create a wonderful reading list. (I'm actually going to follow their lead and post a baker's dozen — I'm also gonna post them in the order I discovered them.)

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“Petticoats and Pinafores”, by Daphne. “Hi and Lois” characters created by Mort Walker and Dik Browne.

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(1977)

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CHRIS BROWNE (1952-Died February 5th 2023,at 70).American cartoonist,son of Dik Browne,the creator of the American comic strip,Hagar the Horrbile,about a viking and his family.He took over writing and illustrating the comic strip from his father,from 1989 to 2023.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Browne

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Fan Art Friday - Hagar the Horrible (2023 Edition)

This week's #FanArtFriday features Hägar the Horrible (reposted from June 4th 2021, remembering Dik Browne). We'll miss you, Chris Browne.

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Creator and Creation (1980s)

Dik Browne, creator of Hagar the Horrible.

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Harald Handfaste

Harald Handfaste (1946-47) var en historisk serie/bildberättelse tecknad av Bovil (Bo Vilson) efter manus av författaren och regissören Arne Bornebusch (1905-73).

Harald Handfaste (1946-47) var en historisk serie/bildberättelse tecknad av Bovil (Bo Vilson) efter manus av författaren och regissören Arne Bornebusch (1905-73). Själv hade jag bara sett ett par sidor av den här tecknade serien, innan jag nyligen fick mig tillsänd bildfiler från min vän Magnus Magnusson*. Ett urval källor Serien hade underrubriken ”En svensk Robin Hood”, och blev publicerad i…

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QEPD Chris Browne (1952-2023), autor de la tira cómica Hägar the Horrible, conocida en Latinoamérica como Olafo el amargado (creada por su padre Dik Browne en 1973 pero en la que Chris trabajó desde su debut y continuó en solitario tras el retiro de Dik en 1988). Uno de los personajes de las tiras cómicas de los 1970s que se volvió un fenómeno global.

Happy Birthday to Chris Browne!

[spacekidcomics]

[freaky-nirvana-fan]

Since I'm bored is my essay good?

Dik-diks, the diminutive antelopes of the African savannahs, captivate with their delicate features, timid demeanor, and remarkable adaptations to their arid habitats. These enchanting creatures, named for the distinctive "dik-dik" sound they make when alarmed, evoke a sense of wonder and admiration among those fortunate enough to encounter them in the wild. Measuring only about 12-16 inches in height and weighing around 6-13 pounds, dik-diks are among the smallest antelope species in the world. Despite their small stature, they possess a remarkable agility and speed that allow them to navigate the dense thickets and open grasslands with ease, evading predators such as cheetahs, leopards, and wild dogs. One of the most striking features of dik-diks is their large, dark eyes, which provide them with keen eyesight for detecting potential threats in their surroundings. Their reddish-brown fur blends seamlessly with the sandy terrain, offering them camouflage and protection from predators. Additionally, dik-diks have preorbital glands near their eyes that secrete a dark, musky substance used for marking their territories and attracting mates. Dik-diks are monogamous creatures, forming lifelong bonds with a single partner. They are often seen in pairs, foraging for leaves, shoots, fruits, and flowers in their natural habitat. Their diet consists mainly of plant matter, and they have developed a specialized digestive system that allows them to extract moisture efficiently from their food, enabling them to thrive in semi-arid environments. In addition to their physical adaptations, dik-diks exhibit fascinating behaviors that enhance their survival in the wild. They are known for their territoriality, marking their boundaries with urine and secretions from their preorbital glands. These territorial displays not only communicate ownership but also serve as a warning to potential intruders. Despite their elusive nature, dik-diks play a vital role in the ecosystem as seed dispersers, helping to maintain the biodiversity of their habitats. As herbivores, they contribute to shaping the vegetation structure and promoting plant regeneration through their feeding habits. In conclusion, dik-diks represent a harmonious blend of beauty, resilience, and adaptability in the African wilderness. Their unassuming presence belies a remarkable capacity for survival and cooperation, making them a symbol of the intricate balance of nature. Through their unique characteristics and behaviors, dik-diks inspire awe and appreciation for the wonders of the natural world, reminding us of the importance of conservation and stewardship in preserving the rich tapestry of life on our planet.

(this is for english)

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Runaway and Circus Boy | Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

Info/Warnings:

This is not a ship, however kid Jason does have a very brief crush on Dick (its only mentioned once).

A retelling of Jason Todd's story through my eyes, because I have ideas that I need to share, or I'll literally explode. A lot of stuff is bits and pieces of different canons, just all thrown together into a new shape.

Author is not Hispanic or Romani, but I tried my best to properly portray these characters as such. If something is offense, let me know and I will fix it as soon as I can.

Also, there is some Spanish and Romani in this, though I do not speak either language. However, I looked at multiple different sources (not google translate) to get the translations as accurate as possible. If something is incorrect, please correct me and I'll fix it.

Translations: (Spanish) el chico del circo - the circus boy (Romani) dej - mom, dik - look, măcăleandru - robin

runaway and circus boy masterlist | batman masterlist

———

He's four years old when his stepmother succumbs to some illness, one he's too young to comprehend. His dad ignores him for a week, too busy processing his wife's death to care for his only child, too deep into grief to notice when his son sneaks out one night to run away to the circus that's in town: Haly's Circus. 

It doesn't take much for the boy to get in, security almost nonexistent, and he walks around the circus grounds, sneaking from cages to trailers to tents. He walks by one trailer right as the door opens, and a tall man with light skin, brown hair, and brown eyes sees him before he can run. Behind the man is a small boy, only a few years older than himself, in a red unitard; his skin is a subtle light brown, a shade or two lighter than Jason's, and he has black hair and blue eyes.

The police are called, and Jason is taken back home in a cop car, looking back out the window at one of the circus posters: The Flying Grayson's, it reads, with the picture of the tall man and the child and a woman, who has the same black hair, blue eyes combo as the boy, though her skin a few shades darker than his.

———

He's six when his father is killed by the criminal Two-Face and he's told he'll be put into foster care, but he's heard the stories of abuse and neglect, especially when it comes to children of color like him, so he runs.

He runs from street to street, trying to find a place to hide or somebody who can hide him. Maybe the nice man at the corner store? He's always been friendly to Jason, he's even given him free candy before! So, the young boy makes his way to the corner store a couple streets down from his house, runs as fast as he can, as far as his little legs will take him, he runs, and he runs- 

"Oomph!" He runs right into another boy, one with black hair and blue eyes and light brown skin, and they both fall to the ground. "El chico del circo! You're the circus boy!" 

Circus Boy jumps to his feet and Jason looks up at him with wide eyes full of wonder. The boy offers Jason a hand, pulling him to his feet. "You're the runaway! Are you running again?"

"Richard!" Before Jason can answer, the tall man from before and the poster lady are by Circus Boys side. Tall Man picks Circus Boy- Richard- up, and Poster Lady immediately hugs the two, though scolds the boy, and Jason notices she has an accent he doesn't recognize. "You can't just run off like that, you had us worried sick!"

"Sorry, dej..." Richard frowns at Poster Lady though leans into her touch, before wriggling out of her and Tall Mans grasp and landing upright on the ground, only to jump, literally jump, up in excitement. "Dik, dik! Look! It's the runaway!" 

Poster Lady and Tall Man look down at him with surprise, as if they only just noticed him. Both of them frown and Jason can tell Poster Lady is Richard moms just by the way their frowns are the exact same, and he notices how much more Richard looks like his mom than his dad, or at least Jason assumes Tall Man is the boy's dad, because Jason doesn't look much like his dad, either. According to his dad, though, Jason is the spitting image of his birth mother. 

"Young man, where are your parents?" Tall Mans voice is heavy with an accent that sounds like Tall Lady's accent, and he knows it must be related to the words Richard said to Poster Lady, and Jason gives the look of a startled cat at the mention of his parents. 

Jason runs again. 

(It doesn't take long for someone to find Jason and the boy wonders if Tall Man and Poster Lady called the police again. 

He spends the night at the police station, though he doesn't get much sleep, because at some point in the night he's awoken to an officer yelling about two deaths at the circus. Jason immediately thinks about Richard and wonders if he's okay; his wonders are answered later into the night, when Richard is brought into the station, eyes red and tear tracks staining his cheeks. He's followed by a new tall man, one with fair skin and black hair and blue eyes, and Jason thinks this man looks more like Richard than the other tall man.

Richard looks over at Jason, but the man with him is talking to the crying child before either boy can say anything. The new man, Bruce Wayne, an officer calls him, and Richard leave together.

Jason is put into foster care the next day.)

———

At age ten, Jason drops out of school. His current foster parents don't pay attention to him, not until they get a call from the school about Jason missing his classes, but by then, Jason has already run away again and this time no one finds him; whether they looked in the first place or just gave up on him, he doesn't know, nor does he care. 

———

Jason is twelve now, and he's looking for something- anything- he can steal and make a quick buck off of like he's been doing since he first started living on the streets, when he comes across the Batmobile. The Batmobile, of all things, the car driven by The Batman and his sidekick Robin, though no one's seen the kid in a few months and there's news articles speculating his disappearance- did he quit, did he die, did The Batman fire him?

He's in the middle of taking the tires off the Batmobile when he hears someone clear their throat from behind him, and Jason turns so fast, ready to bolt and never look back-

The fucking Batman is standing behind him, well, in front of him, now.

"That's a crime, you know." It's not a question, but a statement. Batman has the slightest frown on his face and a pair of handcuffs in his right hand. 

"I need the money, bat freak." 

(Bruce Wayne. The name sounds familiar, but Jason figures it's just because he's the playboy billionaire talked about on every news station. Bruce Wayne is The Batman.

And now, Jason is Robin, and Bruce Wayne's adopted son.

(The first Robin, Jason learns, is a boy named Dick Grayson, and Jason can't shake the feeling that the name Grayson sounds familiar, too.))

———

A few months later, and Robin II is meeting Robin I on a random rooftop in Gotham, only Robin I is in a new suit and he's going by Nightwing. 

"More like Discowing. Seriously, what the fuck is that thing?" Jason barks out a laugh. 

"I wouldn't have had to change my suit if you hadn't stolen my old one!"

"You're the one who left, dude. Not my fault you're a runaway."

"Runaway?" 'Discowing' looks at Jason like he's grown two heads. 

And suddenly Jason can hear the slight accent in the others voice, and he knows he's heard it somewhere before, just like the last name Grayson, and- "Fucking Circus Boy?"

Oh. That makes a lot of sense. 

———

Jason learns a lot over the next three years.

He's already familiar with terms like 'gay', 'queer', 'trans', a lot of the other children he met on the streets are there because they've been kicked out of their homes for identifying with words like those, and while Jason's known for a while now that he's never been interested in girls the way he's "supposed" to be, he's never considered himself gay or anything. It's just not something he's ever put a lot of thought into- he's never seen any reason to.

But then Dick and him get closer, they start spending more time together and they hang out as often as they can between school and work and work, not to mention them living in different cities, and then Dick tells Jason, "I'm glad you took my place as Robin, you deserve it. I can't think of anyone better to wear my old costume."

And, really, "my old costume", means two things: yes, it is Dick's old Robin get-up, but it's also made from that red unitard Dick used to wear in his circus days, the very same one he wore the night his parents died, the night his parents were murdered.

Jason can feel his heart beating out of his chest as butterflies swim around in his stomach, and his cheeks warm up and his hands are clammy and- Jason Todd has a crush. On Dick Grayson. On Circus Boy.

(Jason asks Dick, "Why 'Robin'?"

Dick tells him, "It's what my mom used to call me. 'Măcăleandru', Robin.")

———

He's fifteen when The Joker, of all people, finds his birth mother, and he's running off on his own again, ignoring Batman's warning because it's his mother and he has so many questions: 

Why did you leave me? Was I a mistake? Did you ever love me?

Do you even know that today's my birthday? Or how old I am?

Jasons in a warehouse now, trying to save his mother, only for Joker to open his big mouth and laugh and laugh and laugh at him. 

It was a trap and his mom, his own mother, has betrayed him. 

(As Jason takes his last breath, he realizes his dad was right; he does look like his mother. They share the same dark, curly hair, and they have the same naturally tan skin, and Jason's eyes are a similar shade of green, though slightly blue like his fathers.)

———

He'd be seventeen now, today, if Joker hadn't-

(In Blüdhaven, Dick Grayson is celebrating, grieving. 

A birthday cake is laid out on the kitchen counter, three wrapped gifts next to the dessert. One present is brand new, another from a year ago, and the last from two years ago- from when Jason-

Dick lights the candles, the numbers that once read 15 now nothing but a glob of wax that melts onto the molding cake. Not one slice is missing. 

"Happy birthday, Runaway.")

[nitnat0]

Hi and Lois

By Mort Walker and Dik Browne

Published: 1959

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Hagar the Horrible cartoonist Chris Browne, son of the creator Dik Browne, passed away the day after the strip’s fiftieth anniversary, February 4. 

What is it with cartoonists and their fifieth anniversaries? Schulz and Hart, my own two most profound influnces, each died a few months short of their strips’ fiftieth anniversaries. I started drawing strips daily in April 1976. I’m beginning to get a little spooked.