I finally did it! Praise the weather for giving me snow I could work with! Now these two happy cinnamonrolls are sitting side by side like they should be! (Ford lost his leg – snow plows in my neighborhood are vicious creatures! - but he’s a survivor and now fixed)
The dusk always manages to crept upon me… And because of the backlight, all the details won’t show up in the photos.
…I just realize I’m going to have a heartbreak when weather turns warmer….
When the cold season is coming, some animals changes their colors to make a camouflage into the snow and become white !
Pigeons tried but they became ….. Wooly Hat Pigeons !
Well, they are cute like this, even if they are trying hard to change the colors of their feathers, they can become christmas balls x) !
I was highly inspired and interested about how foxes can turn white and how they are chasing prey on the snow ! (it’s really funny) si I made my foxes doing this as well but instead of turning white, some get new outfits !! I found it amazing and will use this idea again in the futur ^^
I always dreamed about animating characters dancing together and now I can say that I reached one of my main goal, I was so afraid of doing this but well, now I love it and I will continue !
I hope you will like this animation with December vibes and thank you for your patience because I couldn’t post that much these days ;__;, will post more !!
The song is from “Mario Paint : Monkeys” but I accelerated it to get this awesome salsa vibes I love so much ^^
I hope you will like this little animation and I thank you all for your amazing support !
A thin film of ice covered the surface of the pool beneath the weirwood. Theon sank to his knees beside it. “Please,” he murmured through his broken teeth, “I never meant …” The words caught in his throat. “Save me,” he finally managed. “Give me …” What? Strength? Courage? Mercy? Snow fell around him, pale and silent, keeping its own counsel. The only sound was a faint soft sobbing. Jeyne, he thought. It is her, sobbing in her bridal bed. Who else could it be? Gods do not weep. Or do they? The sound was too painful to endure. Theon grabbed hold of a branch and pulled himself back to his feet, knocked the snow off his legs, and limped back toward the lights. There are ghosts in Winterfell,he thought, and I am one of them.