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lilliganmusic · 2 years

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You liked my Top 10 Favourite Anime OSTs, so I hope you'll enjoy my Top 10 Favourite Anime OPs and following that EDs.

I'll be weighing up the sakuga, animation quality, editing and even foreshadowing in the OPs, as I'll be swayed going by song alone. As I'll be looking at foreshadowing, there may be some spoilers, so skip if you don't want any. Mother’s Basement does all the analysis on a whole bunch of these OPs, way better than I ever could, so check him out!

I made all the gifs in this post!

Honourable Mentions for OPs that didn't make the cut!

Assassination Classroom - S2 OP4

"Bye Bye Yesterday"

Cowboy Bebop - S1 OP1

“Tank”

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure - Part 2 OP2

“Bloody Stream”

Kakegerui - S1 OP1

“Deal with the Devil”

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun - S1 OP1

“No.7”

And now on with the chosen ones!

10.

Teasing Master Takagi-san - S2 OP2

“Zero Centimetres - Yuiko Ohara”

If I don’t talk about this OP no one will! It’s not the most spectacular OP ever, but it doesn’t need to be. For an OP so soft, it’s hard hitting with the foreshadowing, such as the joke box Nishikata makes and the rubber Takagi lends him. I think this OP is so sweet, and I remember I used to get butterflies during that dance scene and that scene at the end where Takagi writes on Nishikata’s back. I don’t know the singer AT ALL, but her voice is so lilting and sweet! She really captured the essence of a childhood crush in 90 seconds. I can’t wait for S3!

9. Demon Slayer - S2 OP2

“Zankyou Zanka - Aimer”

Demon Slayer is a simple shounen, and the OP fits that; there’s no grandiose foreshadowing to events that happen seasons from now, but god take a look at this stunning OP.

LOOK! AT! THE! FUCKING!! ANIMATION!!! THE MUSIC!!!! THE FORESHADOWING!!!!! This OP is CRAMMED with sakuga! My poor heart BROKE when I saw Rengoku’s hilt guard at the start. Poor Uzui’s backstory is hinted at, but they get you so hyped up for the upcoming action and BOY DID THEY DELIVER THIS SEASON! I want to kiss Aimer on the mouth for giving us such a good OP, I didn’t think LiSA could be matched.

8. Kaguya-sama: Love is War? - S2 OP2

“DADDY ! DADDY ! DO ! - Masayuki Suzuki feat. Airi Suzuki”

AHHHHHHHHHHH I DIDN’T THINK THIS WOULD BE A FAVE BUT HERE IT IS! The music! The animation! The subtle details! Mwah mwah mwah! Brilliant! They fall in love with each other more every season! Their battle for love in the first season was fierce, unapologetic in its brutality, deadly! Here, it’s blossoming into something gentler, but not losing its intensity in the slightest. Also we get to see the side characters up to their antics at well, which is never a problem.

Btw this song is a MASTERPIECE, seeing the name of the song has you singing along already, I am dying to see what they do for S3.

7. Ranking of Kings - S1 OP2

“Naked Hero - Vaundy”

I already did my analysis on this ahah! Wow, I didn’t think you could pack so much emotion and foreshadowing into an OP but boy was I wrong! You can feel the love pouring out of Hiling’s gaze, and the love that went into making this superb OP. I love Vaundy, and I was so ecstatic to see them doing the OP for one of my now favourite anime ever.

This OP will definitely have the same nostalgic effect in ten years, where you burst out singing as soon you hear it. There’s a few like that on this list too. Oh yeah, and this may be the only OP on here to make me cry upon its first viewing. I would love to give it a higher ranking — I would’ve based on Vaundy alone — it could easily sit in the Top 5 any day, but we’ll see how the season ends first :D.

6. Attack on Titan - S1 OP1

“Feuerroter Pfeil und Bogen”

YEAAAAAAAAH!!! FIRST ANIME BABY!!! And I used to skip the OP WPEOSKDMSOEN. Still, this OP is utterly ICONIC!!! We all scream “JAEGER” at the top of our lungs, there’s no denying it.

The ~cinnamontopography~ 😩. The organised ranks of soldiers in almost blinding monochrome against the chaotic titans in splotchy neon colours. The way Annie, Mikasa and Eren move is so goddamn satisfying and beautiful to look at. That’s some REAAAAAL nice sakuga, straight from Studio Wit themselves. This OP was really the best first OP for a series like AOT, they knocked it outta the park!

5. Nichijou - S1 OP1

“My Ordinary Life - Kataomoi”

If that zooming shot isn’t the coolest thing you’ve ever seen in your life shut up with your butt up. The OP is so funny and the song is such a FUCKING BOP!!! They instantly set you up for all the gags that might take place over the course of the show and let you know you’re in for the craziest “slice of life” you’ve ever seen. Get ready to dance your ass off when this comes on, I’m making sure your feet leave the floor!

4. Neon Genesis Evangelion - S1 OP1

“A Cruel Angel’s Thesis”

ICONIC!!! GODDAMN ICONIC!!!! I love everything about how this OP looks and sounds. All that religious imagery and symbolism. Whatever could it be foreshadowing :0. Seeing flashes of the monstrous Eva 001 sends a thrill up your spine, and those frames of text let you know this ain’t your average mecha. I love those long sweeping shots, this anime really killed it with its editing. I’m glad the song is so iconic— it should be with such a sexy name. If you’re not singing along when you hear the lyrics, I’m gonna cause the third impact on your ass.

3. Beastars - S1 OP1

“Wild Side - Ali”

The minute I saw stop motion I was hooked, there was no doubt this was going down as one of my favourite openings. I love the chase at the start, the foreshadowing of the fountain, the confusion between lust and hunger in Legoshi's mind, THAT BEAUTIFUL DANCE SCENE? I got butterflies for like the first 30 times I watched it over and over. The song is an absolute bop as well, I hope ALI keep making music for a long time to come.

2. Mob Psycho 100 - S2 OP2

“99.9 - Mob Choir”

I nearly orgasmed every time I heard that damn bass riff at the start. Down bad for that bass. This OP is so creative visually, like it’s jaw dropping in the execution of all these different styles and mediums. That 3D spinning Lego animation at the start is fucking AWESOME! My favourite shot would be where all the layers that make up Mob separate and then hit him all at once, that shit gave me goosebumps. S2 went to new heights and the second OP definitely outdoes the first.

1. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - S1 OP1

“Again - Yui”

Anime fans are weeping knowing that something belonging to FMAB is in first place. It’s a good OP!!! It slapped me in the face with it’s foreshadowing and I failed to notice, smiling demurely like a fool!

It is a perfect OP, you hear this shit and you’re already singing. It’s such a beautiful OP as well, with plenty of sakuga, emotional beats and hype moments. Of course, every time you hear Yui start singing you just know things are gonna be good. Starting with the transmutation circle that started all this shit, and ending with Ed throwing his arm in the face (eye?) of GOD??! Wow, I implore you to check out Mother’s Basement for more in-depth analysis of this masterpiece of an OP.

(Please don’t ask me why this GIF is like this, I have no idea)

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canmom · 3 years

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Toku x Tarsem Tuesday Twenty-Two: The Fall & Immortals

Good Tuesday my friends! Tonight we’re hitting another on the ‘long overdue movie rec’ list, with Tarsem Singh!

To give a brief intro (which seems... honestly like I’m pretty sure most of my friends are way ahead of me on this guy, but it has become the tradition), Tarsem Singh Dhandwar is an Indian director who became prominent in the American music video industry in the 90s, before stepping into US feature films in 2000 with The Cell (so far the only one that I’ve seen thanks to @mogsk - a very dubious serial-killer story wrapping some astonishingly beautiful, abstract dream exploration sequences). But this was all, @lyravelocity tells me, essentially an elaborate warmup to his passion movie project The Fall, which was finally finished in 2006.

So what’s his deal? He’s known for his incredibly visually lush, intricate, baroque style of shooting. In part thanks to his long-time collaboration with Japanese costume designer Eiko Ishioka (until, sadly, her death in 2012), you can generally recognise a Tarsem Singh production by elaborately composed shots - either very stark with big blocks of colour or full of different layers of movement - and a great confidence with striking abstract and symbolic imagery calling after his music video work, along grand locations, clever editing... and, OK, mostly by someone being draped in loads and loads of cloth.

Also here’s a scene where he guros a horse, one of the more memorable in The Cell (more so in context). (It’s a tragedy honestly, that movie would work so much better as a short film without most of the dialogue, keeping most of the dream sequences and maybe a voiceless bit of how they enter the dreams bc that’s pretty striking as well. Alas the ‘vaguely genderous but not too much’ serial killer police procedural shit inbetween is sooo tiring.)

You can get a bit of a taste of his style in his music videos - one of the highlights maybe being that of Sweet Lullaby by Deep Forest:

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...which intercuts colourful images of various people dressed up in Varanasi, India with more monochrome images of Soviet, US and Chinese architecture, all linked by a small girl going around framing pictures with a wooden block. Confusingly there is another music video for this song which is sometimes attributed to Singh (e.g. in the above playlist, and on Wikipedia), but IMDb says Singh directed the one I’ve embedded and attributes the other, earlier video of the Ndebele boy to David Lodge.

That said, Singh really came into his own once he had movie scale budgets to play with. So instead let me embed a fanvid someone did of The Cell.

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Well, if The Cell could be seen as Tarsem taking a pretty conventional Hollywood horror story and injecting it with that sweet juicy Imagery he can do so well, hopefully his later projects is where things get really good... and that brings us to The Fall.

I mentioned above that all those ads and music videos were warmup for The Fall... and by that I mean more specifically that he used them to get access to shooting locations that would otherwise be impossibly expensive. Wiki writes:

According to the director's remarks on the DVD release of the film, Tarsem Singh largely financed the film with his own funds, determined to make the film according to his own vision, and paid members of the cast and crew on an equal basis rather than in more typical Hollywood fashion.

Singh's commentary indicates the film was made over a period of four years and incorporates footage shot in more than 20 countries, including India, Indonesia (Bali), Italy, France, Spain, Namibia, China (PRC), and numerous others, a few of which are not listed in the credits. Singh stressed the importance of on-location filming and lack of special effects in interviews because he found that modern techniques would not age well in comparison. He reportedly only took advertising jobs in places that he wanted to do location scouting for, and would fly out cast members to shoot scenes for the film using the same crew as he did for commercials.[7] Singh's focus on striking visuals combined with his commitment against using special effects when shooting scenes of the blue city in Jodhpur, as he provided locals with blue paint to refresh the paint on their houses.[8] This alternative to post-production effects resulted in the vibrant blue of the city in the film. Another location, the contemporary South African mental hospital which represents an early 20th-century Los Angeles hospital (the principal setting throughout the film) remained operational (in a separate wing) during filming, according to the DVD commentaries.[9]

So what was this all in service of?

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The Fall is set up on two levels: a suicidal stuntman in an early 20th-century hospital wants a young Romanian girl Alexandria to steal morphine for him; hoping to bring her around, he spins her a story about her namesake, Alexander the Great, introducing a story within a story which is Alexandria’s imagination of the narrative being told. So it’s about the complexity of interpretation/communication and authorial control over the ‘reality’ of fiction, familiar territory to anyone who’s thought too hard about tabletop roleplaying games... and also a chance for Tarsem to go absolutely all out indulging his filmmaker’s tricks and use of colour and all those places he got to shoot.

I can tell you what the critics thought (kinda mixed: lot of love for the visuals but a lot of them apparently got bored?? are they like 4) but tbh the only opinion I’m interested in here is @lyravelocity and she loved it so I am hyped to the eyeballs.

Our second film takes the visual spectacle in another direction. Immortals (2011) gives Singh doing a spin on Greek mythology (though an original story rather than a direct adaptation). if you search for gifs you mostly find people were excited to gif the film’s shirtless guys, among them the Witcher guy who they have playing Theseus, and whoever this is...

...but compared a certain other ‘shirtless guys in cloaks doing highly stylised Hellenic violence’ film, this one hopefully has the virtue of not nakedly being fascist propaganda! Instead, well, Singh’s description of the aesthetic project he was pursuing sounds absolutely fascinating:

"Basically, Caravaggio meets Fight Club. It's a really hardcore action film done in Renaissance painting style. I want to see how that goes; it's turned into something really cool. I'm going for a very contemporary look on top of that so I'm kind of going with, you know, Renaissance time with electricity. So it's a bit like Baz Luhrmann doing Romeo + Juliet in Mexico; it's just taking a particular Greek tale and half (make it contemporary) and telling it."[11]

The critics generally seem to have felt that Tarsem’s visuals couldn’t save a tedious story, but hopefully they’re wrong, and regardless, I want to see it just out of curiosity about the aesthetic territory it’s able to find, you know? The more images to cross-pollinate...

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Watching the trailer, you can definitely see this was made during the brief 3D filming fad, with lots of shots composed with different moving layers to show off the gimmick. (Toku Tuesday/Animation Night Theatres does not support 3D, so we’ll have to watch it flat.) The Hollywood dialogue certainly does detract from those visuals... I’m almost tempted to try and track down the Greek dub. But we’ll see...

Our final feature is the much-overdue catchup on Kamen Rider Revice, which is apparently really hitting its stride now! So once we’ve seen lush Singh visuals we can settle in for some catboys.

Whatever-this-is-now Tuesday will start in about three hours at 7pm UK time, and we’ll watch Immortals first so @mogsk can get in in time for The Fall. Hopefully I’ll be able to get another animation out before that point, I’ll be streaming progress in the meantime!

#toku tuesday #tarsem singh

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looney-mooney-studio · 2 years

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Here is the reason why I haven’t been posting a lot lately. This beast is 89 frames worth of animation, that I have been tweening for the past few months. I am SO CLOSE to being done with this monster of an assignment, and even though it’s still a wip, I’m REALLY PROUD of the progress I’ve made. Wish me luck in getting it done! And make sure to check out Monochrome RPG on Steam, there’s early access and a free (albeit buggy) demo available now!

EDIT: Keys for this animation were done by my fabulous coworker Stephabean!

#monochrome rpg #monochrome rpg buff bee #rough animation #animation #work #animated gif #tweening #I welcome the return to key framing with open arms #artists on tumblr #looney mooney rants #looney mooney art #mooneyart

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justjeonday · 4 years

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eternal you┆min yoongi

With you gone, the ground under Yoongi’s feet seems to be crumbling, the color in his life fading as the days without you go by. The only thing left to keep him going are the memories he made with you, sunday mornings, exchanged smiles, fingers skimming over soft skin, lazy kisses, nights spent by Han River. To these moments, he travels to see you again - to exist in the utopia that was you once more.

— song; eight - IU ft. SUGA ( i listened to this piano cover)

— pairing; min yoongi x dead!reader

— WC; 5.9K

— genre; a lot of angst with hints of fluff, idol!au, husband!yoongi, dead!wife!reader

— rating; PG/PG13

— warnings; sad yoongs :(, mentions of death, descriptions of mild depression??, lucid dreaming or something, overall there’s nothing that graphic it’s just sad :((

— notes; this took me so long to finish and at this point i’m not even sure what this was supposed to be but i hope you enjoyyy <33

— thank you to @tigertaehyunq, dear Penny, for reading this through and helping me along the way <3

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The sky, once blue and pretty, has become gray and monochrome.

The world around Yoongi has turned cold, dull. All he sees is grey, ashes of what once was happiness, of what once was love. Since you’ve been gone, everything around him has turned somber, days at work filled with insincere empathy and shallow ‘how are you’’s.

The utopia that came with knowing you, being in your presence, that was made up of the memories you two created together - that was made up of you and him - now broken, shattered into thousands of pieces.

Yoongi has tried, more times than he can count, to pick them up one by one and put them together, but the biggest and most significant piece - you - is gone. All he has left are the memories, the times he got to spend with you and the things you did together, the important yet all too small pieces to patch it all back up.

These only make up half of his heart. The rest is hollow - empty because you’re no longer there.

He sighs as he pushes the door to your apartment open, almost expecting to see you on the couch typing away on your laptop, your eyes leaving your screen to look up at him with a smile - arms reaching out for him to come embrace you. But you’re not there.

The space is dark and the couch is cold and empty. It’s quiet, no TV playing on a low volume in the background like it always used to since you hated the silence that surrounded you when you were home alone, no dancing lights flickering across the surfaces in its reach.

You’re gone.

The apartment almost feels foreign to him, nowhere near entire without your presence. Yoongi has never considered his home to be a place - not since he first fell in love with you. The meaning of home changed completely when he first realized he loved you. Ever since then, it’s never been a space - never just walls and a roof.

Home was you.

It was your embrace, the warmth of your body radiating against his own as you held him tight - your fingertips skimming over the skin at the back of his neck, coming up to brush through the hair at his nape. It was your eyes and the way they lit up as you smiled at him. Home was the sweet nothings you whispered into his ear just before you fell asleep, it was your laugh and the feeling of your lips against his; the taste of your favorite lip balm.

He releases a broken chuckle at the thought, the sound shattering the silence around him. Your damn lip balm. It tasted of coconut, pleasantly so - he must admit - and it was a sweet tang lingering on his lips after you kissed him, the trace of you remaining on them in a way that made his heart flutter, but oh how he disliked it sometimes. He didn’t like how it took away from the raw feeling of your lips pressed against his. But it was so incredibly and typically you. You carried that lip balm around wherever you went, saying you wanted your lips to be soft when he kissed you.

He didn’t care about that. He never did.

Yoongi feels his heart break, again - like it did earlier today when he woke up, and yesterday, and multiple times the day before that day. How much is there left to break before it all gets too much, before it’s too broken to continue on beating?

He stands still as the door falls shut with a click behind him, his gaze falling from the couch down to his feet as he lets his head hang low, chin pressed against his sternum, a hand placed on the wall next to him - scared the ground underneath him is gonna crumble. He’s scared, as it all comes crashing down on him, after being able to keep it inside at work, containing the emotions all he could, hiding behind fake smiles. Only by filling his schedule to the point of exhaustion being able to distract himself from a wandering mind, from the truth - the hurt.

As the clock turns four, he looks up from his notepad feeling numb but expects to be able to breathe out and relax after days of hard work - yet he can’t. His breath is shallow as he collects his things in the studio, shallow as he gets into his car and drives home, thinking maybe, just maybe he’ll be able to breathe when he gets home. But still, as he steps inside the door, his breath only reaches his throat.

Because, to him, there is no home anymore. Without you, there is no place for him to breathe out, your arms no longer reaching out to welcome him home. Without you, he’s lost - astray with nowhere to go.

Yoongi feels as if he hasn’t been able to breathe out since he got that call - since he found out you were gone. It feels like the oxygen doesn’t reach his lungs, as though his breaths are empty, as if every time he inhales it's a waste of air.

Now that he’s in the apartment, silence and dark surrounding him, it leaves too much space for roaming thoughts. Too much room for longing and remembering, eyes involuntarily traveling to find everything that reminds him of you. He can’t stand it - the silence is much too loud.

He needs it to stop, yearns for the pain to numb until he can’t feel anything anymore. Hoping things will get better feels like sitting in a car at a broken stoplight - stuck on red.

He feels exhausted, like the weight of the world is pushing down on his shoulders. He finds himself at times, silently praying it’s all a nightmare; a painful dream his mind has created - that he’ll wake up soon enough to feel you snuggling into his chest, warm breath fanning across his bare skin.

It feels surreal, that you’re not here anymore; that you’re simply gone.

He still expects to wake up in the middle of the night, cold and shivering because you stole the covers all for yourself. As his alarm goes off in the morning, he awakes awaiting you to release a groan at the annoying sound before holding him tight, not wanting him to leave for work and let the bed turn cold next to you.

Yoongi sighs, standing up straight before kicking his shoes off. He walks further in, making his way straight towards the bedroom - leaving the rest of the apartment untouched like it has been since you were here last. He keeps his gaze down by his feet, lethargy following his every step.

He can’t bring himself to glance into the kitchen, knowing your favorite coffee cup is gonna be on the counter - left there in your hurry to work like it always was. He doesn’t wanna see the note you had left him on the fridge, the one he was reading with a smile on his lips just minutes before the world came crashing down on him - before the light broke.

He still remembers every word on that piece of paper.

‘Hi, my love~

I’ll be getting off work earlier today, would you perhaps want to take a walk to Han River and watch the sky with me?

Imagine this; you, me, some fried chicken, soju, and a sunset - sounds pretty great right?

I’ll call you as soon as I can.

Sincerely, always yours.‘

He stood by that counter with the note in his hand, the biggest smile on his face as if he was a teenager who got a yes from his crush. He felt so incredibly full of love at that moment, his heart warm and fluttering as he chuckled at your lame way of asking him on a date.

Despite the long day at work, filming for their variety show at multiple locations, producing music, he felt energetic as he read the note - excited to be able to spend some time with you.

But it only lasted a short while. The warmth - the fluttering. His heart skipped a beat in his chest as his phone started ringing, expecting to see your name on the display as he grabbed it from his pocket. He was met with an unknown number, feeling his heart drop for a reason he had yet to know. Something felt wrong.

It’s probably nothing, right?

“Hello?” He answered, eyes wandering as he waited for an answer.

Right?

“Hello, this is a call from Asan Medical Center in Seoul” a woman spoke at the other end of the line, “am I speaking to Min Yoongi?”

His eyebrows knitted together in concern. “Yes?”

“Your wife has been in a terrible traffic accident, we rushed to the scene as quickly as we could but we’re sorry to inform you she didn’t make it.”

His breath hitched in his throat as the woman spoke, his hands trembling and knuckles turning white as he gripped his phone harder.

“No,” he said in disbelief, “no, she can’t be-”

“I’m so so sorry, Sir - we couldn’t save her, she passed away at the scene. Her injuries were far too severe.”

Yoongi wasn’t able to hear the last few words clearly, the woman’s voice becoming distant as his head started spinning, his knees going weak underneath him - causing him to slide down the side of the counter until he was seated against the floor.

“Sir?”

He let his hand fall limp against the floor, his phone falling along with it - eyes staring blankly before him.

That was the moment his world was flipped upside down, when everything fell apart. It was the moment when the paradise that was you, that was constant, broke, and fell to pieces right in front of him.

The painful memory is etched into his mind and trying to forget it has ended up useless - it plays on repeat whenever it gets too quiet, whenever there’s room for losing himself in the intrusive thoughts that roam his mind.

He sometimes wonders how much you were hurting, praying that you didn’t have to suffer for too long.

He trudges in the dark, entering the bedroom and naturally making his way over to the left side of the bed; his side. He falls back against the mattress after shrugging his coat off, a huff of air escaping him as his back hits the surface. It feels too big, too empty; too cold. The smell of you still lingers on the fabric, and he relishes in it - closing his eyes to let his mind picture you laying right there next to him, heat radiating from you and mattress sinking at his side.

That was the last way he saw you, the last way he felt you close, after all. As his alarm sounded through the room that same day his world turned dark, the sun was already up - shining in through open blinds the two of you forgot to pull down the night before. After silencing the sudden sound, he turned to you and saw the way you frowned, stirring from your sleep.

It was like any other day, waking up and looking over at you only to be embraced as you awakened. He saw you like that every day, and you always looked so beautiful. Your hair falling over your pillow, your eyebrows furrowing at the alarm, your lips parted ever so slightly - eyes fluttering as you stirred awake beside him.

The way the sun hit your skin that day took his breath away, he could lay there for hours just admiring your beauty - the way you glowed, your skin golden on top of white sheets.

You must be an angel; his angel.

Closing his eyes to imagine you next to him still, has become a habit he can’t break - only minutes after falling asleep to enter a state, a utopia where hurt no longer exists, in which the word goodbye is no longer known.

A place in which you are eternal.

Yoongi finds himself staring into a void as his subconscious stirs to life, body still numb - limp against the cold bed. Having done this control-your-dream thing a couple of times now, he’s gotten pretty good at having his way with the dream.

He had read about it just days after you passed, the need to see you filling every part of his being. He had read the instructions carefully, but skipped the paragraph about any possible side effects - he couldn’t care less, he just needed to see you.

He needs to see you happy. He needs to make sure you’re okay, and that every time you fade, every time he awakes to reality - there’s a smile on your lips.

He figured the void had become his side effect, the emptiness, the cold - it scared him.

He tries to control his mind, concentrating on imagining a place where you’d feel the happiest. You loved sitting by the Han River with him, watching the sunset flipping through soft pages of your favorite books. Yoongi smiles, mind going back to your letter. Your last written words.

‘You, me, fried chicken. soju, and a sunset - sounds pretty great, right?’

He wants to take you there. He knows how much you looked forward to it, always cherished the time off of work the two of you had together - you made sure it was special, every moment of it.

You loved the sky, he always wondered how you were content just sitting under it and admiring its beauty for hours on end. You were one of those people who believed the theory that ‘looking at the sky seven times a day will make you happier’. Maybe it was true. He could count on two hands all the times you were negative since he met you all those years ago - perhaps the sky made you feel more positive, happier.

Yoongi arises from the void, a groan leaving his lips at the uncomfortable and solid ground underneath him. His eyes flutter open, squinting slightly at the sudden yet soft brightness of the sun shining his way - creating an orange glow in the world around.

The bustling sound of Seoul resonates through the atmosphere, groups of people scattered around the patches of green and on steps of cement along Han river - a soft beat from a nearby cafe playing in the background. He notices the smell of coffee and flowers lingering in the air as he breathes in.

It all feels so real, almost too real.

His hands come up to run over his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and attempting to adjust to the light before he opens them again. Looking to his right, he sees you sitting next to him on the picnic blanket placed underneath the both of you. You’re clad in your favorite dress; a loose, white dress with daisies on it.

He’s dreaming again.

You’re here.

He’s finally able to breathe properly, the air feels light rather than heavy in his lungs. You look so beautiful, still unaware he’s admiring you. You stay seated with legs folded in front of you, your skin glowing as you read your book, flipping the pages as a soft and pleasant breeze blows through your locks. The orange sun creates a golden aura that glows around your frame, making his heart skip a beat at the beauty that is you.

It’s the first time he’s seen you here since a week before you passed, it makes him want to shout in happiness and pain all at the same time.

Trying to gain full control of the dream, Yoongi pushes the thoughts of pain away as best he can - but he feels them linger, holding onto him. He focuses on you, relaxing in your presence - feeling that sense of utopia you brought to anyone you held dear to your heart.

You shine - so bright. He swears you’re as bright as the sun. Brighter, even.

The sun. That’s what you were. His sun, his warmth, the light that brightened and lit his path, showed him the way home. With you, winter didn’t feel so cold - night never seemed too dark.

Yoongi was always a little afraid of the dark before he met you. You had laughed at him when he said he slept with a light on. He always had, ever since he was little. But with you, there was no need. You’re his safe haven - his glow in the dark.

A blissful sigh slips past his lips at the sight of you, the feeling of having you in his reach again. He misses you so much.

He can’t help but bring a hand up to lay it over the small of your back, thumb tracing circles over the fabric of your dress. You turn at the touch, looking up from your book to notice he’s awake.

“Hey you,” you smile at him. “You fell asleep for a bit.”

He just hums in response, turning to his side and reaching his arms out to you with a pout forming on his lips - beckoning you to fall into his embrace. You chuckle softly at him before putting your book down, making sure not to lose the page you’re on before laying down in his arms.

“I missed you,” you say against his neck, turning the both of you so you end up on top of him.

I missed you.

A phrase he constantly heard from you. Always. Even after a quick trip to the store, no more than twenty minutes, he’d come home to you telling him how much you missed him while reaching your arms out to embrace him. When waking up, you’d turn to him and tell him that same thing - even though he’d been right there next to you in bed all night.

It was something so simple, three words put together into something that made his heart spread with warmth, that were said over and over, to you as important as a hello - yet they meant so much to him. As he time and time again is hit with the realization he’ll never hear those words again, his heart breaks impossibly further.

“You always say that,” Yoongi groans as you shift on top of him. “I’ve been right here all along.”

You chuckle at his words, leaving a kiss by his exposed collarbone just next to the collar of his shirt before laying your head down on his chest. “But still,” you mumble, “I didn’t get to talk to you or kiss you.”

He scoffs before letting out a chuckle, his chest vibrating under you. “You’re weird.”

“No,” you pout, “I’m in love with you.”

The deepest parts of his heart turn pink with love, growing like wildfire until his whole chest is painted.

Oh, he loves you so.

Seoul sounds at a soft volume around you as you breathe each other in. Your eyes are fixed on the orange and pink hues of the sky, following fluffy clouds as you feel yourself relax against your lover’s body - his chest falling up and down slowly as he breathes - lulling you to a state of tranquility.

“I miss you too,” Yoongi says, his voice just above a whisper - the words only for your ears to hear.

You smile and lay your arms over his chest in front of you, propping your chin upon them as you look into his eyes, trying to read him and his reason for the unusually affectionate words told to you.

“You’re just saying that so I don’t feel bad,” you snicker.

“I’m not,” he defends, showing no signs of being anything less than serious, eyes locked with yours as his fingers brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I miss you so much.”

You find his words rather strange, considering the circumstances. Having been by his side for several years, you’ve come to know him inside out - and you know he prefers showing his love and appreciation towards you through actions, whether small or big, rather than using words. That’s just how he is.

Now and then, he’ll take you out on a date, and on those special occasions he’ll tell a few words but that’s it; and that’s enough. He doesn’t have to do more than that for you to know. You’re aware he loves you just as much as you love him, even though he might not voice it as often - and you know that just as thankful you are to have him, he is to have you.

Showing it, he does in the smallest ways. When he reaches for you first thing in the morning, calls you to ask if you want anything from the store when he’s on his way home, mindlessly running his fingers along your skin as you sit close watching the sunset, placing soft kisses on your shoulder as you count stars after the blanket of night is thrown over the world - him, the moon and its stars left your only light in the dark.

He occasionally makes you dinner or buys you a new book, saying ‘it’s nothing’ as you thank him, which you’ve learned is code for ‘I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you’. These actions, yet so simple and small, mean just as much to you as the few times he’s said the words out loud.

To speak them this casually, sitting by Han River with people around, with tired eyes and lazy kisses, is not like him at all.

Yoongi, however, is aware this is temporary - a mare dream in his head. He knows this is far from what his reality has now become without you, that you’ll be gone again when he wakes up in your bedroom, in a bed turned cold.

But he’s willing to take the pain of that realization again if it means he gets to see you - if it means he can feel you next to him again. If it means he gets to show you how much he loves you just once more before he has to wake up to the nightmare that has become his life, then he’ll do it all over again.

He wants to say to you what he didn’t have the chance to, wants to show you how much you mean to him every moment that allows him to.

Yoongi feels a tear escape his eye and roll down his cheek as he’s brought back to the present, looking at you through blurred vision; admiring every beautiful feature. You notice it as it sparkles in the sun, turning golden as though there’s sweet honey running down his skin.

“My love,” you whisper, your heart squeezing at the sight of him sad, “what’s wrong?”

He shakes his head at your question, bottom lip quivering slightly.

“Don’t be sad,” you say softly, fingers brushing through the hair behind his ear.

“I’m not sad, I just-” he inhales a shaky breath, wiping the stray tear away as a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, “I’m just happy you’re here with me.”

A slight frown settles across your features, your fingertips running over his face softly, skimming from his cheekbone down to his bottom lip - your eyes following in its trail before looking into his warm brown ones, creating their own sunset as the sky reflects in them.

“I’ll always be here.”

His heart feels heavy as he hears your words, knowing that in reality, it’s not completely true. He knows he’ll wake up in a few hours and turn over to feel the bed is empty, waiting to hear your groan and feel your arm fall over his waist, only to realize you’re gone all over again. He’ll have to go about his day as normal, distracting himself with work. He’ll drive home just to walk straight to the bedroom, waiting to see you in his dreams again.

He feels as if he's stuck in the same space of time, reliving the day just after he found out about your passing, almost like he’s on a constant loop. Stuck on a circling path that’s never-ending - like the earth orbits around the sun, stuck traveling on the path encompassing it.

It’s a constant cycle of euphoria, realization, and reality - a nightmare - and it hurts. Oh, how it hurts. But he’s not sure he’ll ever want to step out of that pattern, ever. If it means he still gets to see you, the pain means nothing to him, he’ll put up with it - no doubt he will.

He’s much aware he can’t live in this false reality forever, but for now, this is how he’ll survive - this is the only way for him to get through this, the only thing that will keep him going.

Yoongi hugs you tightly as he turns, ending up on his side with you next to him - your chest pressed against his. “I know you will,” he says, leaving a quick kiss on your lips.

He hums after pulling away, waiting no more than a few seconds before leaning back in to feel your lips against his again - making you close your eyes and kiss him back. His lips stay pressed against yours for longer this time before he yet again pulls away with another sound of approval coming from his throat.

You smile as your eyes flutter open again, looking at Yoongi as he licks his lips.

“You like it, don’t you?” You say as his eyes open to lock with yours.

He rubs his lips together before answering you, “like what?”

“My lip balm.”

“I don’t.”

He does.

“No?”

“It’s too sticky,” he mutters, “I don’t like it.”

“Yes, you do,” you chuckle, “I saw how you licked your lips just now.”

He looks at you, no response coming from him at your contention.

“Cat got your tongue?” You tease.

He huffs at you, gummy smile stretching across his lips as he turns away from you to lay on his back. “Shut up.”

You laugh, sitting up to look out over the river - the horizon behind skyscrapers and buildings now a deep orange, beautifully fading into the peach hues higher above.

Yoongi follows you up, sitting next to you as he runs a hand through his hair. He looks at you, following your line of gaze to see the sky and all its tones. He must admit it’s beautiful, almost breathtaking, the vibrant colors laying across the sky - but as he looks back to you, he knows nothing’s ever looked more beautiful than you do right at this moment.

As you turn to see Yoongi shamelessly admiring you, he doesn’t bother averting his gaze even as you catch him.

“What’s that look for?”

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles, his head shaking ever so slightly as though he’s in disbelief.

“Ahh, stop.” You reach over to nudge his shoulder, despite the smile on your lips at the compliment.

“You are,” he says, his tone matter-of-factly with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I can’t believe you,” you laugh, “since when did you get so cheesy?”

He doesn’t say anything else, a silence settling over the two of you as you stay eyeing each other.

He’s a soft boy, after all. Under the rapping, dark, deep voice stuttering over beats, the black clothes, the intimidating energy he radiated, he is soft. Sometimes you get random urges to boop his nose or squish his cheeks because he’s so adorable, but maybe that’s just you being weird.

“Thank you,” you say softly after a few seconds, blood rushing to your cheeks.

You cherish and admire him, and with the amount of love that fills your being - you swear there are hearts in your eyes.

Yoongi notices the way your cheeks have been dusted pink, his heart warming at the sight, fluttering in his ribcage as your hand finds his - interlocking your fingers together.

“Come here,” he mumbles, pulling you closer.

You happily oblige and settle in front of him, sitting in between his spread out legs, your back leaning against his chest behind you.

He lays his arms around your waist, placing kisses along your exposed shoulder. You relax against him, head falling to rest on his shoulder - letting your eyes fall close. Your hands find his as they lay across your stomach, your fingers skimming soothingly over the back of his hand.

He leaves a few kisses on top of your head before hugging you closer to his front. You almost melt against him, but a sudden shatter in front of you causes a squeal to escape your mouth, tensing as you press further into Yoongi at the unexpected noise.

You see glass scattered on the cement path in front of where you’re seated, alcohol pungent in the air as it paints the ground dark, liquid spreading. You look over to see a drunk man, who had fallen to the ground after the throw - two police-men now surrounding him.

The bottle lays broken on the ground, once a perfectly intact piece now fragmented into hundreds - impossible to fix.

Yoongi is startled as well, the sudden shatter of glass against the cement causing him to lose control of the moment. Darker thoughts start making their way back into his mind and as his gaze falls upon the pieces scattered across the ground, he can’t help but think of the broken utopia that resides without you.

His grip on the dream feels as if it’s fading slowly, and you feel more distant to Yoongi although still right there with him - until you speak again, bringing him back to present - though he’s not in full control of the dream anymore.

“Was it bad?”

Your words confuse him, and he feels his heart getting heavier. He lost it. He lost the moment.

“What do you mean?”

Your mood has changed, he senses it instantly. You slump against him, looking down at your lap as you run your fingertips over the back of his hand.

“When I passed,” you elaborate, “how bad was it?”

Yoongi’s breath is caught in his throat, now aware of what you’re talking about. He releases a sigh at the topic, feeling a lump forming in his throat. He wanted this to be the perfect dream, but instead, he let you down.

After no answer, you shift and turn so you’re facing him. You look at him, any trace of a smile on his face gone - his eyes dull.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself,” you whisper, taking both his hands in your own.

Yoongi feels as though the air thins around him, looking down at your intertwined hands as his eyes start stinging with tears. His hands suddenly feel cold on your hold.

He knows you’re right. He knows.

“It’s the only way I get to see you anymore,” he whispers, still avoiding your gaze as he continues, “it’s the only way for me to tell you what I didn’t have the chance to.”

You look at him, heart breaking at the sorrow that resides within him, how dull he seems.

His voice is unsteady as he speaks, his hands fiddling with yours. “I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

“Yoongi-”

“God,” he lets out a chuckle, though it’s broken. “Your note, I read it just before I found out you-” He doesn’t finish his sentence, breath heavy in his lungs - throat closing in.

His hands leave yours to tug at his hair, his head falling forward to rest against his palms - his body suddenly weak, his heart frail.

“You were so excited to go here that day, weren’t you? And then you-”

“Yoongi,” you stop him from going further, “we’re here now, aren’t we? It’s okay.”

You grab his hands again, trying to calm him.

“But we’re not forever,” he says, now looking into your eyes with blurred vision as tears threaten to fall, “This isn’t real, I’ll wake up in a cold bed, and you won’t be there with me.”

“I will, even though you might not see me. I’ll always stay by your side, I’ll always listen when something is weighing you down, I’ll give you all the energy I possibly can when you’re feeling low. My hand is always in yours, even though you might not feel it.”

He exhales an erratic breath, head falling onto your shoulder.

“I’m nothing without you,” he mumbles against the skin of your neck, “you were my everything.”

Your heart breaks as you hear his words. What could you have done to prevent all this? Could you have taken a different turn? These thoughts roam your mind, a sorrow inside you because you caused this - because you left him.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, leaning into him.

“Don’t,” he says, “this wasn’t your fault.”

Seoul fades around you, every person disappearing until it’s just the two of you left; you, Yoongi, and the orange sun.

“Promise me you’ll try to get better.”

He doesn’t say anything, his breath hot against your neck.

“I know it’s gonna be hard, and that it’ll take time - but please find happiness again, enjoy work, laugh with your friends, watch the sunset, meet new people,” you speak, eyes watching the sky as you hold him close. “I’ll be with you every step of the way until we see each other again, I’ll hug you in the morning, I’ll tell you how much I miss you, I’ll kiss you - but only after I’ve applied my lip balm.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, his tears falling onto the skin by your collarbone.

“Promise you’ll never leave.” He sits up straight to look at you.

You cup his face, wiping tears away with your thumbs. “I will never leave you, I promise.”

He leans into your touch, more tears falling as he closes his eyes.

“I’ll be your angel.”

“You always have been,” he whispers as a small smile settles on his lips.

You tear up at his words. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Yoongi decided the sun would never set that night, and you sat watching the sky for hours - enjoying having each other close for the last time in a long time. At one moment, you had pointed at the sky and said ‘like the clouds, all will pass - you’ll be okay, my love’, and those words comforted him more than he ever thought they would.

You promised each other not to cry as the colors started to fade, as the light slowly turned dark. Instead, you held each other close and made sure to share one last kiss before the moment was gone.

Yoongi woke up that morning, and his bed didn’t feel so cold anymore. You were there, although indiscernible, he knew you were lying right beside him - one arm coming up to hold him close.

Just like you told him, you’d be there when he woke up.

He still missed you, and at times he felt he couldn’t breathe at all - but you let him know everything will be alright, that eventually, everything’s going to be okay. He had a long road ahead of him until that day would arrive, but you’d walk with him - and that was all he needed to keep going.

And for the first time in a long time, he smiled. The blinds that had been down since you’d been gone, he pulled up that day to look at the sky, which was clouded and gray, but it didn’t bother him anymore.

For,

with you

the sky will always be beautiful.

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svbjetarch · 6 years

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14.02.2018

New Black

Yeoneo Entertainment and Black Sheep Entertainment debut joint girl group

Yeoneo Entertainment's trainee Dohee, respectively specialized in rap and, as rumors say, even learning how to produce her own music, had already before this long awaited day aroused attention and garnered a small fan base for herself. After the ones who had taken a liking to her had already wondered for a while whether she would debut solo or with a team and when exactly, this question is definitely revealed now. Contrary to her stand the two artists signed with Black Sheep's Son Kyungsun who lives up to his reputation by never doing what people would expect of him. Now in case of the two idols who had previously stared an acting career being brought to the stage.

Both companies had kept their secret of a joined group quite well, releasing teasers all on their own, that included the gentle piano melody of their beside track Burning played to a bouquet of roses burning on the ground, topped with a melancholic monochrome filter. The second round of spoilers of each melody had only featured the date of Valentine's day along with a ticket sale, now known to be their debut showcase after previously having been assumed to be a special collaboration stage of debuted artists. Even their debut date seems to own a deeper meaning, anticipating fans were quick to figure out it had to do with the standing in the alphabet of the group's initials, N and B. Further tracks were released by each company on their own, taking a share of the mini album's songs with no vocals no edits down, only song titles and melodies played. Therefore they had quite well prevented, for one, to be assumed to have teamed up and, on the other hand, to be leaking infos about what kind of group was to be looked out for. With their finally released debut song heartbreaker in form of a heated MV, all infos were finally dropped, including the location of the debut showcase that until this morning had remained a secret to the lucky fans, the names of the members along with their roles and the eventual cooperation of the two entertainment companies having teamed up. Both the CEOs expressed their well wishes to their new groups on social media but further did not react to them.

heartbreaker is one of six songs on their mini album, including the beside track Burning that, contrasting the soft piano melody, is a strong and upbeat hip hop track, breaking its flow only with main vocal Kieun's breathtaking high notes. The title song itself is a hip hop track that not only spreads fire with Dohee's intense rap parts that stand against the heartbreaking lines of youngest member Jia but also expresses the confidence of a woman that is not being held back by men with impressive vocals. The remaining tracks all feature the main focus of each member, including hip hop, R&B, and the recently favored Tropical House genre. But for those who not only care about the music, even the music video will deliver a lot of delight. With each member resenting one side of womanhood, the need to always appear picture perfect with Jia standin within a room of portraits, the passion that reaches high to the sky with rapper Dohee standing on an abandoned construction side while surrounded by fire, and the delicate feelings females harbor within their hards symbolized by leader Kieun standing in a garden of flowers. The group shots feature the girls sharing a bed, walking the beach at night, and standing within an elegant parlor. A further story does not seem to be depicted but their standing point seems to be made clear nonetheless.

Dohee, respectively Kim Dohee, 21 years of age, is the sole Yeoneo artist of the trio but for sure not to be ignored. As the only known female trainee of her respecting company her skills had been drawing attention ever since first releasing covers that showed off not only impressive rap skills but also her gentle voice. Now she's standing on stage with the official role of a rapper and not showing off her feared talent but also strong charisma. Kieun, respecively Baek Kieun, 23 years of age, is currently the oldest member of the trio and originally well known to be daughter to famous screen couple actress Baek Youngji and actor Baek Taeyeong, and supposed to take the role of leader. Her amazing vocals had previously been shown off in her final drama project that had taken place before her surprising retraction from the acting business. Now all fan theories can be silenced, the woman is back to the screen, although a new kind of. JIA, respectively Eun Jia, 19 years of age, is like the afore mentioned Kieun a former actress. After she made her first appearance as a child, she had since stared in many dramas and even a few movies, outstandingly enough she appeared both in domestic as well as foreign dramas. Her previously hidden skills had been revealed to not only involve rap and rap-making but also singing, turning her into the versatile youngest member of the group.

FANBOARD [ mymoon_mysun_mylove, +172/-65 ] So Jia not only knows how to act and talk to languages fluently? but now she even dances, raps and sings? stan talent, stan Jia [ doheenthusiast, +58/-19 ] who even cares about this sunny shit when the queen finally made her debut [ chengping_❤, +239/+71 ] So Yeoneo debuts with Sheep? And both Kieun and Jia stared with Chengping before? Who else sees the collabs coming? But also fighting to the three of them! I hope they make it big! ( Until Chengping comes and takes their fame lol ) [ weiwhywei, +33/-91 ] Heol... Liwei was admitted to the hospital but all you fakes only care about those newbies... better get your head out of Yeoneo's ass

#( about .• ♕ ┊ Kieun )#( about .• ♕ ┊ Jia )#( New Black .• ♕ ┊ Black as my heart & New as my love )#firewclking

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zak-animation · 5 years

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Overview As I did previously, I wanted to put a focus on specific projects this week. My main aim was to complete the first draft of my essay in preparation for our individual tutorial and focus on my stop motion developments. Fortunately, I was able to do just this: completing the first draft of my essay over the weekend and hiring out the stop motion studio in my own time to produce a few stop motion tests. Like last week, though, this did mean that I was not able to make any real progress on the digital metamorphosis and animated sketchbook assignment. This was to be expected, as it has allowed me to be ahead of the curve regarding the essay, and given me the opportunity to develop my own stop motion animation sequences beyond the expectations of the brief.

Having completed all of the Digital 3D and stop motion tasks, my priority next week will be on catching up with my other assignments. My plan is to have completed editing my essay, finished my digital metamorphosis task up to a point that I am happy with it and filled a single sketchbook by the end of next week. Given the fact that we will be briefed on our next project, explore acting through a performance workshop and a storyboarding masterclass - this may be a difficult balance. However, we also are given another week before hand in, which will be another opportunity to catch up with these two projects.

Something I am looking forward to, however, is our mid-unit review. An individual tutorial spanning around fifteen minutes, this is an opportunity to me to receive individual feedback on my work and an overall reflection of my progress so far. Personally, I feel like I am putting in more effort and work into both my practical responses and blog maintenance in comparison to the first unit - and it will be interesting to see if my tutors agree. This will allow me points to develop and improve upon, and receive a general critique of my current working practice.

Narrative Research Having completed extensive research into my chosen film last week, this week I have been able to begin work on the drafting process. Over the span of two intensive days, I was able to complete a first draft of my essay in preparation for our individual tutorial. My initial draft, however, was ultimately too encompassing and broad: a five thousand word study into Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, exploring both the theoretical and practical approaches the filmmakers took to complete the final film. This was collating all of the research I’d found in the process, and from here my focus was on cutting down the word count to the required limit of 1500 words.

In the process, I ended up cutting the plot analysis of the film and my investigation into the idea of Spider-Man as a character. As a choice, the film offers a range of analytical discussion opportunities, but it’s important to remember to decide on a singular line of inquiry for this essay. With all my research mainly exploring the film’s experimental approach to CG animation, I shifted the focus of my investigation to purely looking at how the film presents its plot: how the creators adapted an alternative approach to animated filmmaking through graphic printing techniques and adding a hand-rendered touch to every frame.

My independent tutorial suggested that my writing was successful and engaging, however, it is seriously over the word count and, like last time, I need to focus on a more academic way of writing. The strength of my essay comes from the depth of detail in the film’s animation and visual language process, and use of academic ideas such as the ‘carnivalesque’ and the various writings of Paul Wells. With terms such as ‘takes the concept and runs with it’, however, my writing nature is much more suited to that of journalism or sensationalist writing styles. This was an area that I needed to improve upon, and whilst it is less prevalent in my newest essay - it’s still a problem. With this in mind, I’ve continued to edit my essay and taken away any superfluous words, exaggerated phrases, and an invasive journalistic tone. A major element of this was my initial question, describing the film’s visual language as ‘entirely new’. On my tutor’s advice, this has now changed to ‘alternative and experimental’ taking the academic language from the original questions outlined in the brief and applying it to my own investigation.

Having completed a draft of the essay, next week I will begin work on the citation and reference process. My essay benefits from a range of sources, and I will need to reference each of these properly to fulfill the requirements of the brief. I’m expecting this to be a time-consuming task and will continue to cut the word count down in the process. As a whole, I’m at a good point in the project with my essay and hope to complete the assignment with plenty of time before the submission date.

Animated Sketchbook This week, I put a major focus on other projects - taking the time to produce iterations and further develop on the other tasks. As a result, I didn’t really have time to make any significant progress or development in this project. However, in the following two weeks, I will be putting a focus on developing and completing this project.

Digital Principles This week, I put a major focus on other projects - taking the time to produce iterations and further develop on the other tasks. As a result, I didn’t really have time to make any significant progress or development in this project. However, in the following two weeks, I will be putting a focus on developing and completing this assignment.

Stop Motion In the last week of our stop motion exercises, we were asked to have a character walk on-screen, visibly change expression, and continue walking with this new emotion. Like last week, this began through an extensive preparation process, in which I produced a few storyboard iterations based on my own live-action reference of the task.

My first attempt at this stop motion exercise proved to be rather interesting, showing a successful and exaggerated change in emotion and expression through body language and timing. Where the character is walking with a fast, optimistic bounce to start with, the armature visibly holds a pose allowing the audience to understand that he’s seen something: a nasty surprise.

With this initial test being much more successful than my previous attempts, I was inspired to continue this task in my own time: developing a few more iterations of this final stop motion exercise. These iterative tests demonstrated clarity of movement through a clear line of action, and gave me the opportunity to experiment and explore character performance in more depth, evoking emotion purely through the use of strong, dynamic posing and body language. I also took this chance to be experimental with the shot composition, having my characters run and lunge towards the camera in these sequences.

In comparison to last week’s stop motion endeavours, however, I can visibly see improvement and better understanding of not only posing but timing within the stop motion process. This is something that I’ve continued to struggle with, however the purpose of these iterations was to intentionally challenge and work on this area. Although each example presents a unique approach to the task, they all include differences in locomotive speed and intention. This was a large focus of the task as a whole, to present a visible and consistent contrast between the two emotional states, and how this affects the character’s movements.

With this, I’ve completed the stop motion animation tasks described in the project brief. I’m happy to say that I’ve completed each task up to a standard that I’m happy with, working in my own time to produce a series of iterations that work to move beyond the requirements of the brief. Stop motion is an animation technique that I really do have a passion for, and would like to continue exploring as I progress in the course. Next week, we are given our next project brief, and I’m hoping to explore the medium of stop motion animation in response to this new assignment, additionally to working within Maya.

Digital 3D In our final session introducing us to the basics of animation and modelling software Maya, we explored the ideas of 3D texturing: serving as an introduction to the UV editor and adding predefined 2D textures to 3D objects. To induct us into this process, our first task was to create a cereal box within the software. Using a simple cube, and editing it into the shape and size of a cereal box, the next step was to map the UV island to a flat map of a pre-made cereal box. After finding each face using the UV editor tools, I was able to create a 3D cereal box: with the correct design on each face.

This then allowed us to export the map as a flat PNG, to develop and edit in Photoshop. The process of texturing a 3D mapped object was more intuitive and straight-forward than I’d initially expected. I’ve somewhat struggled to keep up in the previous sessions, however this week proved to be much more enjoyable and simple in comparison. With this knowledge, I can now add my own textures to predefined 3D objects (such as cubes, spheres and cylinders).

Finally, our last task was to create and edit UV’s for a pre-made bird object, allowing us to project a 2D image to the 3D model’s surface for texture mapping. Whilst the actual process of creating and splitting the model into a series of separate UVs for each body part was time-consuming and difficult at first, I worked with a peer and we completed the task together. With the limited time remaining, I explored the use of painting within Maya. Whilst this is ultimately a limited function within the software, using the flood paint tool did allow me to block colour my model quickly. With this, I created a seagull design working within a limited monochrome palette.

With this, I’ve reached the end of our introductory Digital 3D sessions. Having covered some of the basics of Maya, it is now up to us to continue developing and working on our knowledge of the software independently. From these workshopped sessions, I’ve identified a range of animation potential to develop upon. For example, I’m interested in making the radio bounce to music, and explore the potential of animating this seagull model that I’ve painted in this session. It’s been somewhat of a struggle, but computer-generated animation is a technique that I want to continue to work on as an independent response to this brief.

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