Heya! Atsuyo here, and here’s a quick little update. We’re VERY sorry for the lack of content here and YouTube. Our lovely boss Ed has been swamped with work lately and we’ve decided to open up an extra slot in the team as an editor role! Here’s the requirements we’ll need for you to apply;
• Decent editing experience and skill e.g; with comic dubs • Contact via Discord is much more suited • You must be able to be dedicated and willing to meet deadlines for dubs! • If possible, link us projects or what kind of editing your capable of
=> All other sanitations apply. Our editors and members are not paid. All editing and dubs are for fun, voluntary purposes and nonprofitable use.
Please contact us if you’re interested! ~ The Voicing DRV3 team
I'm considering studying animation and was curious how much free time you had on the first year of your university course? I understand it would have been very work-heavy but is it possible to study animation at university and keep up with hobbies/side projects? :)
To be honest… not a lot. You don’t get a lot of free time in animation (especially in evenings if you need to be getting up early for lectures or using the studio), but it really pushes you to manage your time more efficiently if you wanna keep up with your personal projects.
Obviously its important to draw at least a little bit every day, but most of the time you’ll be prioritizing time dedicated to animation assignments and deadlines. I don’t wanna be scaring you off or anything, its a good thing!
Side note, since I’ve gotten a few Qs about uni and animation I’ve added them to my tag #uni if anyone is interested in hearing me talk about this stuff!
“Sorry. S’cuse me. Sorry. Sorry.” Dean Winchester shuffles to the back of the small plane, biting his lip as he clutches his backpack to his chest, graphs and plans sticking up from the partially zipped back. He’s almost at his seat—the window, left side, last row, when he trips on the foot of some punk-ass kid. The little asshole, smug as she is, smirks when Dean’s backpack lands with a thump, papers and plans exploding onto the aisle. She giggles obnoxiously and Dean blushes crimson. By the time he’s shuffling toward his seat once more, papers are messily cradled in his arms, crumpled and causing the young man to clumsily bump into things. Half the plane is glaring at him and his thick, black-framed glasses are askew on his nose.
Plus, he’s got the window seat on this tin deathtrap. Looking heavenward, Dean mutters a ‘fuck me’ to the plane ceiling, mumbling an apology to the glaring father across the aisle. Why? Well, because, his plane buddy is already in the appropriate aisle seat. Awesome.
“Sorry, dude, I just gotta…”
Blue eyes look up from a battered copy of The Hobbit, frowning at the spectacle before him. He shifts a little.