You mentioned wanting all storyboard artists to go to at least one board breakdown. Do you have any other tips/guidelines or things you'd want your staff to do if you ended up being a showrunner?
I’m not sure. It’s all super hypothetical and I’d probably end up realizing what was needed as we needed it.
However, if I were to guess, I think I would have each storyboard artist come to their own breakdown at some point, at least once. They could probably do it on their 2nd or 3rd board, after they’ve started getting their sea legs, so they can build it into their process at the same time that they’re getting stronger with the style of the show.
Something else I would be trying to do is get rid of flat staging where I could. In animation, and in TV animation especially, it’s very common for staging to be similar to a sitcom. Characters stand in ¾ angles and the camera is either a wide, a medium, or a close on them. This style of staging is great for many things because it’s clear, it’s easily understandable for different kinds/shapes/styles of characters, it’s very easy to teach, it cuts down on how many backgrounds you need, and it makes shot choice styles line up across 10 different storyboarders. I don’t think that look fits Infinity Train though.
I would probably give my storyboard artists some homework, much like how I was given homework when I first started on Regular Show. I was told to read “The Five C’s of Cinematography”, “The Illusion of Life: Disney Animation”, and Preston Blair’s classic “Cartoon Animation”. Since Infinity Train would have comedy, adventure, sci-fi, and horror elements, I guess I would have people take a look at Alfred Hitchcock storyboards and shot choices. I specifically like the shot choices in The Birds. http://www.bfi.org.uk/news-opinion/news-bfi/features/storyboarding-terror-hitchcocks-birds-turns-50
I think if the shot isn’t increasing drama somehow and doesn’t feel like a movie, then it’s comedy, which we should only use flat staging on comedy sections. There are a lot of unreasonably specific shot choices I like to make and I would try to get as involved in that as I could with the team. If you’re that specific about something, it’s kinda unfair to make someone else keep trying to make it over and over again, you gotta get in there yourself and explore it with them. That was something I appreciated about Regular Show. JG would let us give it a shot, then he’d let us try again, then if we didn’t get it on the third time he would just do it with us.
I think I would also just point artists and writers to people and works that I think about that will affect the tone and look of the show. I think letting people know where you’re coming from on a show really helps them get an understanding of the show because it points to things they’re already familiar with. So for example, on Regular Show we were pointed toward Mighty Boosh and the Simpsons. For Infinity Train I think its influences include: Killian Eng, Lucian Stanculescu, Myst, Agatha Christie, Voyager, Doctor Who, The Prisoner, Chronicles of Narnia, Wrinkle in Time series, It Follows, The Guest, Empire Strikes Back, and who knows how many more that I can’t immediately think of.
Anyway, that was a pretty long answer after saying “I don’t know” so I guess maybe I do know.
Come to think of it… why do we even need to leave right now?
I’ll be honest, I had no idea what I was doing with him after I’ve gone past the lineart and flats stages. My brain kinda went, “Whoa, Wheatman is bad now! Better make 75% of this thing purple shadows and put some glow-y red crap on dem eyesssss!”
Although while I did this I was imagining how Musical!Wheatley looked like as he said the line stated above as he was turning towards Chell, glasses off. Maybe just think about that.
About time I finished this. Opted to post both the desaturated version and the slightly more colorful one. Was originally going to leave it at a lineless flat-color stage but after some back and forth with Wu we decided to put a lot a little more work into it.
theatre geek!reader x peter parker? love your stuff btw
A/N: Thank you for the request and the kind words!! I love YOU, Anon!! Also, you came to the right place for a Theater Geek reader!! Keep sending in requests, lovelies!! Enjoy!! xx (P.S. I am so sorry for the stupid Romeo and Juliet trope.)
Warnings: embarrassed/awkward Peter (so cuteness overload)
“Peter, you are not an actor,” Ned said flatly, cocking an eyebrow at his friend.
Peter shrugged his shoulders before scratching the back of his head. “It doesn’t hurt to try something new though,” he mumbled in response.
“Why would you want…” Ned stopped himself for Peter’s attention was elsewhere. You had just walked out of the auditorium from theater practice. His eyes followed your every movement. For a few months now, you had been the only thing on Peter’s mind. Your smile captivated him and the way your eyes lit up when you got excited made Peter’s heart do somersaults. Peter was certain that if angels were real, you were one. Ned followed Peter’s gaze and a sly smile spread across his face. “I see. You’re not interested in quoting Shakespeare, you’re interested in being someone’s Romeo.”
Peter was snapped from his thoughts, realizing that he had been staring. He cleared his throat and stared at his hands in his lap. “I.. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Uh huh. Hey, (Y/N)!” If looks could kill, Ned would have dropped dead with the nasty glare Peter shot at him. Out of the corner of his eye, Peter saw your figure quickly coming closer.
“Hi, Ned! Hey, Peter!” your cheery voice rang out. Peter gave you a feeble smile before dropping his gaze. You stood at the end of the lunch table, your hands on your hips and your smile lighting up the room. “What’s up, guys?”
“I heard that you are in need of a Romeo,” Ned said, Peter giving him a swift quick under the table.
“Yeah, actually. Flash was going to do the part but he’s absolute trash at it,” you sighed heavily and Peter couldn’t help but snicker. “So we’re on the look out for someone new. Were you interested, Ned?”
Ned laughed at that. “No, not me. My buddy, Peter, here has been interested in the theater for awhile now. He is quite the thespian.”
Peter clenched his jaw and looked up at you nervously. He didn’t even know what the word ‘thespian’ meant. Peter was grateful that Ned wanted to play wing-man but did he have to talk him up like this? His nerves went into overdrive as he saw the bright smile on your face, the kind where your eyes crinkle up on the edges. “You would be the perfect Romeo!” you exclaimed. You clapped your hands together excitedly. “Want to stay after school with me and run over some lines? See if you want to do it?”
Peter swallowed nervously, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. His brain seemed to be on the fritz with your gorgeous eyes trained on him. “S-Sure,” he finally managed to say, his voice small.
You bounced on your toes and almost squealed with excitement. You placed your hand gingerly on Peter’s shoulder and said in a low voice, “I am so glad you want to do this. I was afraid we would have to resort back to Flash.” You straightened yourself up and flashed Peter another toothy smile. “Meet me in the auditorium after the last bell. See ya, guys!” You turned on your heel and walked back to your group of theater friends, most likely to tell them the good news.
Peter moved his fingertips to his shoulder, the ghost of the pressure on his shoulder still lingering. He finally let out the breath he had been holding and looked up at his chuckling friend. “You’re welcome, by the way,” Ned said through fits of laughter.
Peter rolled his eyes and let them linger on you across the lunch room. Your back was to him but he could see your hands moving in excitement as you talked. As if you could feel him staring at you, you looked over your shoulder at him. You smiled softly and gave him a little wave before turning away. Peter looked back at Ned, frantic. “What’s a thespian?”
* * *
During Peter’s last class, he kept glancing at the clock, his leg bouncing nervously beneath his desk. Normally, Peter couldn’t wait for the last bell to ring. Then he was free to swing about the streets of Queens, being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Now, he wished the clock would slow down. He had never felt more nervous in his life.
During his study hall, he spent the whole hour in the library reading through a tattered copy of Romeo and Juliet. He remembered reading it in freshman English but he hardly paid attention. Peter wanted to try to impress you by memorizing the balcony scene. That tattered copy of the play was currently in his lap. He’d glance down every now and then, muttering the lines under his breath.
Peter jumped as the shrill school bell rang out. He quickly stuffed his things into his backpack before shuffling his way out of the classroom. Ned was already waiting for him in the hall. He slung an arm around Peter’s shoulders, a big grin on his face. “This is it, buddy. Time for you to get the girl,” Ned said excitedly.
Peter felt like his stomach was going to drop out of him. His hands were extremely clammy and his breath was quick. He wasn’t even this nervous when facing off against half of the Avengers.
Ned and Peter arrived at the double doors that led to the auditorium. Peter just stared at the wooden doors, not moving a muscle. Ned bumped Peter’s arm. “Dude, you going in?” he asked, worry in his voice. His friend looked like he was going to be sick.
Peter slowly nodded, swallowing hard. His mouth was dry. “Y-yeah,” he mumbled.
Ned shoved him towards the doors. “Well, go in and break a leg. Just act cool, dude.”
Act cool. Yeah, Peter just had to play it cool. How hard could this acting thing be anyway? Puffing out his chest, he pressed his palms against the cool wood and strode into the auditorium, Ned giving him one last pat on the back before leaving. The little confidence he had mustered deflated as he saw who was on stage. Flash was talking quickly at you while you stood there with your arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently.
“We don’t need you, Flash,” you said, holding up a hand to stop him, “You never bother to practice and you have no respect for the stage. We found someone… Peter!” You waved to Peter, a broad smile gracing your face. Peter was frozen in fear. He was not expecting his bully to be here.
“Penis Parker is my replacement? You’re kidding me,” Flash said smugly, now crossing his arms.
You jumped from the stage and jogged down the aisle to meet Peter. “I was beginning to think you weren’t gonna come,” you whispered, a little out of breath. You reached out and took Peter’s hand in yours. “C’mon, let’s show Flash that you’re a million times better.” Your hand was so soft and fit so perfectly in his. You pulled him behind you towards the stage and towards a glowering Flash. Peter swallowed hard, averting his gaze.
When the two of you reached the stage, you turned your back to it, placing your palms flat on the stage. You knew you weren’t the strongest so you grinned sheepishly at Peter before saying, “Wanna help me out here?”
Peter was glad that the rest of the auditorium was dark, so hopefully you couldn’t see the blush burning on his cheeks. “Yeah, okay,” he breathed. He stepped close to you, your perfume sending shivers down his spine. He never imagined he’d ever be this close to you. You stared up into Peter’s eyes with your own, twinkling ones. Tentatively, Peter placed his hands on your hips. He deftly lifted you up onto the stage.
You gasped in surprise and smiled down at Peter who was now hauling himself onto the stage. “You’re strong, Peter. I hadn’t even jumped yet,” you said, playfully squeezing his bicep. Peter cracked a nervous smile before staring down at his sneakers. “Now, you get off the stage,” you shooed Flash off the stage.
Nostrils flaring, he jumped from the stage and took a seat in the front row. “I’m gonna watch Parker totally suck at this,” he shouted, crossing his arms and smirking evilly at Peter.
“Fine,” you said shortly, “you don’t mind Peter, do ya?” Peter shrugged his shoulders, stuffing his sweaty hands into his pockets. You clapped your hands together before turning and disappearing behind the curtain. Peter stood awkwardly, his back to Flash. He could feel Flash’s eyes boring into the back of his head. You came back with a fresh script in your hands and a smile on your face.
You handed him the script and he took it with trembling hands. “Thank you,” he mumbled.
“What was that, Parker? You have to speak up on stage!” Flash shouted from the audience, a snicker following his comment.
Peter bristled with irritation and he considered just leaving but you placed one gentle hand on his chest. Peter brought his gaze up from his shoes to your eyes. They were soft and filled with a kindness that made Peter’s heart melt. You spoke in a soft voice, “Hey, don’t listen to him. He’s just mad. When you’re up here, it’s just you and I. The stage is a whole other world where Flash doesn’t exist.”
Peter smiled back at you, nodding swiftly. You patted his strong chest, a little surprised to feel muscle like that under his shirt. You shook the thought from your head and strode across the stage, climbing onto what looked like a half-finished balcony. “Are… Are we doing the balcony scene?” Peter asked, trying to sound confident.
“Yes!” you shouted, happy that he was already familiar with the play. “Your lines should be highlighted in there so let’s just take it from the top.”
Peter remembered that the scene was Act II Scene II so he flipped through the script to the right page. He looked up at your smiling face, waiting for him to begin. He opened his mouth to begin reciting what he had memorized but nothing came out. He couldn’t remember the lines. His heart began to drum fast again and the script shook in his hands. He quickly dropped his gaze to the script and began to read, more monotonously than he intended, “But soft. What light through yonder window breaks…”
Flash began to laugh hysterically from the front row. Peter gripped the script tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white. “Shut up, Flash!” you growled from your perch. Peter hesitantly looked up at you. You were sitting on the ledge, your legs adorably swinging beneath you. You adorned a smile as your gaze turned on him. “Remember what I said Peter. Now, with some emotion this time. Pretend that you are deeply, madly in love with me and that I am the only girl you can bear to think about.”
Peter straightened himself up, finding a new confidence. Peter wouldn’t have to pretend at all. Dropping the script to the ground and locking his eyes with yours, Peter placed a hand over his heart and began, “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the Sun…” Peter continued his monologue perfectly.
A heat began to rise to your cheeks as he said his lines, his eyes never leaving yours. Had his eyes always had flecks of gold in them? You had always thought Peter was cute and very sweet but hearing Shakespeare pass his pink lips made you tingle all over. Even if it was your least favorite play, you couldn’t help but feel like you were falling in love. “…O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!”
Peter stood motionless, his hand raised to you and the other still on his chest. You didn’t say anything. Had he messed something up? Was it that terrible? “I.. I think it’s your line,” he said, his nerves coming back. The entire time he spoke, he truly felt that it was only you and him in the world. Now, he could feel Flash’s eyes on him.
“That was perfect,” you breathed, not even caring that it was your line. Flash scoffed from his seat and Peter couldn’t help but melt into a smile.
“Really?” he asked, dropping his hands.
You nodded as if you were in a daze, never taking your eyes off of Peter and his strong jaw. You weren’t even paying attention as you tried to slip down from the balcony. Peter rushed up to you, helping you down. His hands lingered at your waist as your feet hit the floor, your hands on his shoulders. Peter noticed your gaze flick between his eyes and his lips. “I think we’re going to practice Act I, Scene V now,” you breathed, your sweet breath tickling Peter’s face.
Flash made a noise of disgust before saying, “Gross. I’m out of here then.” He picked up his bag and left the auditorium in a huff.
You let a soft giggle escape before nervously stepping away from Peter, slightly missing the feeling of his hands on you. “From that recitation I doubt you’ll need to but look over Scene V and we’ll take it from the top of Romeo and Juliet’s meeting. I-I’ll be right back.” You practically fled the stage, a hand against your burning cheek. You needed to calm yourself down.
Peter stared after you, his heart soaring. He picked up the script and flipped to the scene you spoke of. Truly, the balcony scene was the only part he paid attention to. His eyes scanned Romeo and Juliet’s banter but two words in the action notes stuck out like beacons: They kiss. Peter was really going to like this whole acting thing.
A/N: I’m sorry it took so long to get it out here!! I had a lot of fun writing this!! It’s so cute!! Let me know what other kinds of fics you’d like to see!! xx
PaintsChainer auto paint Just heard of this tool, basically it auto paints your sketches (with some color input). I tested it out with one of my drawings aaaaand. laughing out loud, instead of Twi getting happy/excited that Dash is reading, it now looks like Dash is reading Twi’s fantasy journals and she is embarassed/shocked.
Seems the program works better with sketch lines than solid lines. Plus the less complexity the better. I can see myself using this as a tool to speed up the flat coloring or blocking stage, but never as a way to finish a drawing. It seems to focus on giving drawings a water color affect, plus with it guessing the wrong colors in some areas it adds a bit a surrealism. This is a cool tool I would think artists can use sparingly, but never to finish a drawing this way. If all artists used the program, we would grow tired of the water color look.
lmao also i was going to do step by step pics of this one, but I totally forgot after the flat color stage - as you can see. ….but here are the beginning steps and then the last one LOL it usually takes me about 2 - 5 takes of under sketching for me to get something good enough to line. then my flat colors are midtones, that change depending on the color like the jacket obviously. fancy details aren’t usually added until i get the bulk of the piece done - like i finished painting the jacket entirely before adding the pattern and buttons. everything else just kind of happens as I feel like doing it. just out of habit i usually full paint the skin first, then the hair, then the rest.