Hey all, so I made a film this semester! It was supposed to be a 30-second film but I went a little overboard. This was a lot of fun to do and I’m pretty happy with the results. Featuring the wonderful tunes of @everydaylouie, thank you for letting me use your music! Anyways, hope you all enjoy!
This is the reason why I haven’t been very active as of late. I’m currently working on two animated films, one about foo dogs and another about a bear. This is the major project because this is my senior film, or the film I need to finish before I graduate. These are just concept work before I really get into the full development of the film before actual animation; I’m so excited!
So the idea is basically this: A baby bear goes fishing to feed its sick mother.
If you’re wondering about the style choice, I’m taking inspiration from the Haida artstyle and trying to implement some of it into my film. C:
I gotta pitch this badboy to the school’s animation professors, so wish me luck!
When she turned sixteen, the princess wished for a needle. “I want to sew a bit,” she wrote on a note and put it into the basket that went down her tower for food and books. “Just so I have something to do.”
When she received it, tucked under berries and cheese, the princess took the needle between two fingers. She went down the tower and to the door where the dragon lay.
“Beast,” the princess said.
The dragon said nothing. The chain around its neck was golden and terrible. Its wings were folded. It lay still and looked at the princess.
She lifted her hand. The needle gleamed silver in the dragon fire under the beast’s belly. “I can unleash you.”
For a while, the dragon only looked. It looked and looked, and then it opened its jaws. “And what do you want in return?”
The princess smiled. She went over to the dragon and pushed the needle into the lock sealing its neck.
“What do you want?” the dragon asked again. But the princess said nothing.
While she worked, the beast slowly shifted to its feet, and the princess did not flinch when hot breath flooded over the scars on her naked shoulder blades. She did not tremble when the dragon nudged her where her wings used to be, neither when it sniffed where horns used to adore her bald head, nor when it nosed at the burns that torches had left on her four arms.
The chain fell. A shudder went through the dragon’s body. It took a deep breath, its throat bulged, and magic erupted from its freed lungs. The door on the bottom of the tower burnt to ashes.
The princess smiled.
“Well,” the dragon said when they stood outside and looked at the sky. “Now you must tell me.”
And still, the princess smiled, a slow and horrifying little smile that stuck to her tiny mouth. The dragon stumbled away from her, terror shooting through his veins. He was up in the sky within seconds, but the princess only looked at him.
When she spoke, it echoed across the clearing deep in the forest, and the dragon in the sky shuddered from her soft voice that sang gently:
“I want to ask them why they did not lock me up a bit better.”
I’m not sure if you do like one shots or stuff but I had an idea for a soulmate au where someone’s soulmate can feel there pain. Like a a person breaks their foot, their soulmate will feel it to, just not have a broken foot. Image how Clarks soulmate would react with all that stuff. I think it would be cute, but could be kinda angsty. Just an idea. Idc if you do it or not, just thought it was cool. Have a nice day.
Word Count: 9636. Pairings: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader WARNINGS: Lots of swearing. Mentions of: low self-esteem issues, traumas, bullying, weakness complex. Angst (personally, I don’t consider this very angsty but, you need to be warned). Also, I’m sorry for any typos since this was not edited and english is my second language. Author’s Note:Hope this isn’t to cheesy and that you will be able to enjoy it. Also… NINE THOUSAND WORDS IN LESS THAN A WEEK?! That’s a record for me! Anyway, hope you enjoy this and that the anon who requested it isn’t disappointed.
Yes, I totally needed three gifs of Henry Cavill. You did too, don’t deny it.
I hate my
soulmate, that’s for fucking sure. I
totally hate him (or her, you never knew) and I don’t give a single fuck if I
haven’t met him. Also, no, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest and yes, you
can hate someone you haven’t met, thank you very much (and yes, even if it’s
your fucking soulmate, especially
240. Sirius is not allowed to provide the commentary for the Quidditch matches. Ever.
A/N: Dedicated to Anon. You know who you are.
“Welcome to the 187th
Annual Quidditch Match!”
“Oh, I regret this
already,” Minerva McGonagall muttered under her breath before speaking louder, “Mr.
Black, we do not number our matches that way.”
“Well, we should,”
Sirius Black responded quickly, “It would be much easier to keep track of them.”
“I think the system we’re
using now works just fine,” she replied dryly.
With a nod and a wink,
Sirius said, “Ah, I see. Using the ol’ ‘if it’s not broke, don’t fix it’ mindset.
I get it. Change is hard.”
looked up at the sky, as though she were sending a quick word to any deity that
may be listening above and said, “Mr. Black, when I told you you could fill in
for Mr. Harper to do the Quidditch Commentary, you promised me you would behave
“Did I?” Sirius asked
With a glare from his
professor, Sirius rolled his eyes, “Yes, Professor. I promise.”
Despite the fact that
she felt that should would soon come to regret this, she nodded her head once,
indicating that Sirius could start the commentary for the match.
immediately called out, “Good morning Hogwarts!”
“It’s 2 in the
afternoon,” Professor McGonagall interrupted.
Ignoring her, Sirius
continued, “Welcome to our first game of the season.”
“This is our fourth
game,” McGonagall corrected.
“On one side, we have
the voluptuous, talented, and very courageous GRYFFINDORS!”
Cheers erupted from
the audience as the Gryffindor Quidditch team flew out on their brooms onto the
“On the other side, we
have the brilliant, stone-cold, and creative RAVENCLAWS!”
Cheers that matched
the same volume from before went out for this other team.
“Let the battle BEGIN!”
“It’s – it’s not a
battle,” McGonagall sighed, wondering if she should have brought a flask just
to get through this game with Sirius at her side.
“And the balls have
been let out,” Sirius said, watching as the two bludgers escaped from the box
they were being tied down in and the snitch flirted with the team’s seekers
before flying out of sight, “Oh boy, watch out for those two black balls. They
look like they mean business.”
The coach stepped out
on the field and lifted the quaffle out of its place, quietly lecturing the
players about a nice, fair game before blowing her whistle and throwing the
ball into the air.
“And the quootle has
been set free!”
“It’s the quaffle,”
McGonagall corrected him.
“And we’ve got Kelly
from Ravenclaw who got a hold of the quootle and is racing away on her broom.”
“Mr. Black, it’s
called the quaffle,” McGonagall corrected a second time.
“Kelly’s passing the
quootle to Rick. Then back to her. Then back to him. Then back to – whoa.
Anyone else feeling a little dizzy here? Surely there’s got to be a better way
than just – WHOA! Rick threw the ball and got in into the little circle thing.
Too bad, so sad for those Gryffindors. Cause it looks like Ravenclaw has just
gotten themselves 15 points.”
“No,” McGonagall said
with a deep breath, “It’s 10 points. Only 10.”
“Yeah, but I thought
that their cool maneuvering deserved a couple of extra points.”
“That’s not how the
game works,” she answered sharply, “you told me you understood the rules of the
game, Mr. Black, are you telling me that you have no idea what you’re doing?”
Sirius scoffed, “Of
course I know what I’m doing. I live in a dorm with James. Do you honestly
believe that James wouldn’t lecture all of us about the rules of Quidditch?
Speaking of which,” Sirius jumped up and waved his hand frantically at the
players, “HI JAMES! HEY! LOOK AT ME!”
James waved his arm in
a ‘go away’ motion before he dived down on his broom, knocking the quaffle out
of a Ravenclaw’s hand and racing to put it in his owl goal.
Sirius tutted, clearly
not pleased that his friend was ignoring him, “So rude. You’d think he’d take
one small moment to say hello. But no.
Instead he puts all of his attention on that dang quootle. Shows you what he
thinks is most important.”
“Ten points to
Gryffindor,” McGonagall spoke into the microphone as James threw the quaffle
into the pitch and earned their team their first 10 points.
“Oh no, after that
rude treatment he just gave me? I say we take away 20 points from Gryffindor.
Start them in the negative,” Sirius insisted.
Rolling her eyes,
McGonagall answered, “You can’t just take
away points from the teams.”
“Sure I can.”
“No, I assure you that
“Well, fine,” Sirius
answered with a huff, “Then I’ll just give Ravenclaw an additional 20 points.”
“You can’t do that
either,” she said, pausing as the Ravenclaws scored a second time (they really
needed a new keeper), “We can give 10 points to Ravenclaw because they just
scored, but that’s it.”
“Ugh, fine,” Sirius
answered despondently, waving his hand as though that was going to add points.
McGonagall grabbed the
scoring sheet, deciding it would be best if she just did it herself.
“And Roger picks up
the quootle and passes it to the gorgeous Kelly,” Sirius continued, pausing for
a moment to add, “mm – I wouldn’t
mind going out with her, have you seen her? She is gorgeous. Stone-cold yes,
“Mr. Black – “
Sirius interrupted her,
“I’m just adding a little intrigue to the commentary professor. No harm done.
Kelly passes the quootle to Rick, who throws it back to Roger, then –
INTERCEPTED BY AMELIA! Damn woman. You are looking fine out there.”
“Mr. Black, stop objectifying
the female players.”
“Would it make you
feel better if I objectified the male players as well?” he asked sweetly, “Amelia
passes to Gerry, who is looking scrumptious in that Quidditch uniform. Can I
hear a hell yeah from the audience if
Sirius looked mighty
pleased with himself when a sizeable chunk of fans yelled back, “Hell yeah.”
“Gerry passes it back
to Amelia who goes in for the steal and YES! She makes it in past the Guarder
of the posts! Should’ve thought twice before going against Gryffindor, Marian!”
Marian, the Ravenclaw
Keeper, answered back with a crude gesture.
“Alright, now where is
that quootle,” Sirius spoke thoughtlessly as he searched the field for the red
ball, “Ah, there it is, and – WHOA! That black ball almost knocked Adrian off
his broom! Isn’t someone gonna do something about that?”
“It’s the bludger,
Black,” McGonagall replied exasperatedly, “It’s supposed to do that. And
another 10 points for Gryffindor.”
“The blooder?” Sirius
“BLUD-GER. 10 points
Snapping his fingers
together in an ‘ah-ha’ movement, he said, “Ah, yes, I know the ball you’re
talking about. The blooger. Very nasty ball. Probably invented by a couple of
Slytherins hell bent on making children suffer.”
“Mr. Black – “
“I’m just saying,”
Sirius answered back, with his hands raised in a defensive position, “If they
weren’t so aggressive, Adrian wouldn’t have to be running away from one.”
“He’s not running
away,” McGonagall said, tugging on the microphone, “He’s seen the snitch!”
Sirius tugged the
microphone back, “The snatch? Hey! Hey everyone! Stop what you’re doing! Adrian’s
gonna get the snatch!”
McGonagall yelled into the microphone, throwing her hands up into the air when
we couldn’t grab it out of Sirius’ grasp.
“He’s gonna get it!
Any second now. He’s weaving and bobbing and doing much better than Steven with
his ugly face.”
“Mr. Black, don’t
insult the other players,” McGonagall said on reflex, sitting at the edge of
her seat as she watched the two players race for the snitch.
“It’s true,” Sirius
answered unapologetically, “His face looks like it caved in on itself. HEY! Do
you think that he got hit in the face with a blooger as a child? Repeatedly?”
“10 points to
Ravenclaw,” the professor shouted out.
“Anyway, I’m rooting
for Adrian to get the ball. His face is slightly less off-putting. In fact I
think he’s going to get the ball … now. No, wait… now. Riiiight now!
Okay, okay, 1 – 2 – 3 – NOW!”
“Black! You will stop
that right now!” McGonagall ordered him, before adding on, “10 points to
“He’s reaching – he’s
reaching … and … yes! Adrian has got the snatch! 10,000 points to
yelled, changing the score, “Gryffindor wins, 180 to 40!”
“Hot damn Gryffindor,”
Sirius said, letting out a whoop, “Bet you Ravenclaws wish you would’ve stayed
in your beds this morning, huh?”
enough, hand me the microphone,” McGonagall demanded, holding out her hand for
Sirius to comply.
Sirius did with a smile
and asked, “This was fun, Professor. We should do this every time.”
with a swift and resounding, “No.”
My film is well underway in it’s development faze! This is the character sheets for the characters featured in the film: the baby bear and his sick mother. The film is loosely inspired by the Haida artstyle in design, so I’m trying to incorporate the distinctive shape and colors in as much as I can to give the film a unique feel. I think I’ve succeeded for the characters, although they might need some reworking here and there. I’m very happy with how they came out, though, and the cub was well received by the class thus far; I’ve yet to show mama bear but here’s hoping she’s just as liked. :3