Wanted to make a silly doodle for Jarlyk's Happy Couple TAS but it uh... got out of hand
If you're interested in dark retellings of fairytales you may be interested in this one, anyways here's some concept art for the short I forgot to upload:
And some cut content under the read more:
This shot of the film was rather frustrating, with it taking several days to animate only for me having to cut it last minute due to it disrupting the flow of the story.
Thankfully nothing else majour got cut other than this scene:
I also had to cut certain scenes in the storyboard stage (Note: always have at least your first storyboard be done quickly in pen, so if you have cut lots of it you won't have wasted your time) because they too disrupted the flow, e.g:
I finally finished my first animated short, it took the better part of a year, and I'm glad it's finally done.
Traitor lord's backstory
Here's the 30 sec sketch I did a week ago to not forget this idea, because I find it really funny:
-and here's the radiance panel without text because I spent too much time on it.
Mike
Silksong is taking so long to release that I decided to learn a whole new skill to make this song in anticipation.
This was supposed to be done early last year before the supposed release date but life got in the way and it didn't. I even remember feeling bad that I wasn't going to finish it and wishing for more time and it seemed like my wishes got answered... So I guess you guys can blame me for the delays.
@slimeel style studies
Feel free to DM me for further detail.
Hey, remember this comic by @slimeel ? Yeah, I accidentally became stupidly enamoured by the concept of mail delivery bugs and then this happened. This started off with me wanting to make a reference to the mail lady from Homestuck but quickly grew into an excuse for drawing a couple of environmental pieces.
The whole idea is this: A network of bugs exists in the wastes, an old one but still far younger than Hallownest, which is why none of their offices ever appeared near it. No one knows where they have come from, though rumour has it that their first office grew alongside a civilisation born off the corpse of a great beast. All of its members appear to be mortals, but they bear masks with foreign etchings on them, protecting them from having their minds swept away by the winds, keeping all of them connected, something that no mortal could devise. Despite this they worship no power, directing all their devotion to one thing: Mail.