Lowkeyspawnofloki - LowkeyspawnofLoki

Howdy! Your work is a huge inspiration for me, and I think I finally want to take on a big animation idea that's been living in my head rent free for years. Do you have any advice for a total beginner who wants to dive straight into animation? Thanks so much, have a great year!

hey there!  I actually put together a playlist of animation/storyboarding resources on youtube that might be helpful here!  featuring suggestions of free/cheap programs, tutorials for those programs, and some basic info/exercises!  I especially recommend anything about the 12 Principles of Animation and Glen Keane Animates a Scene, those were pretty formative for me!

mindset-wise: play, have fun, forget about perfection!  deciding to do something you don’t know how to do is a great way to learn how to do it!

Wukong went a ''little'' overprotective mode during a fight. Good thing MK was there to calm him down.

Wukong acts like a monkey in his war form and u are not taking that from me!

shoutout to this person for requesting Wukong in War Form and ended up in a whole thing!

best thing abt svsss fandom is the fact we've fully illustrated the headcanon that no matter what form shen yuan takes, binghe will always fall in love with him. ive read fics of shen yuan transmigrating into one of binghes wives, gongyi xiao, a fantasy creature, sha hualing's demon brother. ive seen fics of binghe coming to modern china and loving shen yuan in his original body. that man was put into the body of shen qingqiu - destined to be binghe's most hated person - and clawed his way into being binghe's most beloved. they are SO this audio

8 page short kids book class project on important/current/difficult topics! Covered the topics of change, sibling relationships and the subject of having a transgender family member (in this case an older brother!)

Was made with trans and non-binary art students!

Omg I hate it

how to fucking flag pedophiles

call me the fucking ~internet police~ BUT I DIDN’T KNOW UNTIL TODAY THAT THERE’S LITERALLY A COMMUNITY OF “PEDOPHILE POSITIVITY” ON THIS HELLSITE

THERE ARE PEOPLE OPENLY ADMITTING THAT THEY ARE ATTRACTED TO CHILDREN/CONSUMING CHILD PORN ON THIS WEBSITE!?!??! THERE’S 13 YEAR OLDS ON HERE!!!

so my dudes, how to flag “maps” (minor attracted people aka pedophiles)

1. click “flag this blog”

2. click “this violates tumblr’s community guildlines”

3. click “someone is at risk of harm”

4. click “harm to minors”

5. type “pedophile” in the box

I’m gonna add my story in here when I finish writing it XD

Edit: I finished it. Here it is! :DD

“And stay out!” Death slams the door. You walk away, strangely irritated from the altercation.

“Bitch,” you mumble. “I just wanted to see how he was doing.” As you walk up the stairs, you ponder how many subscribers you’ve gained since your last video.

Yep, you started a YouTube channel; you were one of the very first. You don’t age, so your body stays frozen at the peak of physical health- you’re funny and can relate to people (700 years gives a lot of time to memorise jokes)

And finally, you can’t die. You have one of the largest subscriber counts- bigger than Pewdiepie, even. It’s fun to see how people react to the shenanigans you somehow get into, and the suggestions for videos you could do are always awesome too!

“So guys, you’ve seen me and Death’s relationship. He doesn’t like me, and I don’t want to see him at my doorstep anytime soon (it doesn’t count if I show up on his!) It’s sorta a shame though, I really wanted to meet some of you guys this time..” Somehow, even when dead, your subscribers stay loyal to your videos, even trying to meet you when you prank Death or visit the underworld from time to time. It’s really fun, seeing them scream your name and taunt Death about what he lost oh-so-long ago.

You exit the entrance to the underworld, chuckling all the way. “Haha, did you guys see his face when the therapist showed up?! That was hil~ar~i~ous!”

“And remember guys, it doesn’t matter if you like and subscribe because I don’t need to eat, which means I don’t need to earn money to live~ but like anyway? Subscribe for more? Thank you?”

You finish filming and switch off the camera, sighing with a smile on your face. You love making videos, documenting everything you find about yourself and your immortality, but it gets a little... tiring, when you are literally the most famous person in all time.

Suddenly, you hear a lock on your door.

“What could that be..?” You mutter. You take your time, and pack up your things because it takes two weeks to travel to the underworld and another two back- and that’s not even sleeping, not to mention the various monsters you had to fight to even get a halfway decent coffee. (Nobody mentions Medusa. Or the Sphinx) You’re exhausted, they can wait dammit!

So, 20 minutes later, you amble downstairs. You crack open the door.

“So, what was it you wanted-“ You stop.

It’s Death. He’s on your doorstep.

Holding a bag. You don’t know what’s in it.

“What are you doing here...?” You step back warily. Death shifts, almost.. guiltily?

“I’ve.. I’ve been watching your videos.” You’re confused.

“But you hate me? Every time I enter your house, you shove me out again, why would you watch them now?” You ask.

“I’ve watched them all, even those from the very beginning 368 years ago. Your journey has been so long, and you’re always honest with your subscribers about how you’re feeling,” he replies.

You can’t connect the dots in your ancient, knowledgable brain cells. How does that connect to anything..?

“There were a few videos when you explained your immortality, and the feelings you had about it. I saw how you felt really guilty, but I was just too much of a broken-hearted asshole to care. But it’s been 700 years since you said no. And that’s a lot of time to heal. So, I’m sorry I was such an idiot. Will you forgive me..?”

“Oh Death...” you whispered. You walked forward, stretching your arms around him and leaning up towards his lips...

Only to shove him down onto his knees, and give him the most affectionate (if a little rough) noogie he’d had in a while.

“Of course I forgive you, you cretin! You’ve given me the biggest subscriber count in history! I’m rich! And besides, I only prank friends, and I’ve been pranking you for what, 200 years now?”

Death only laughed, escaping your hold to hug you tightly. “Thank you.” He said, smiling sincerely.

“No problem,” you replied. “Now, fuck off for another 700 years, I don’t want to die yet! But, I’ll come over to yours in two weeks? I’ll bring Minecraft- I live for that game now. It is my new purpose. I’ll just pack up my stuff, then leave in an hour okay?”

“You know there’s a short way, right?”

“What.”

In the 15th century, Death asked you out. You rejected him. Furious and humiliated, he swore to never return for you. Six centuries later, you’re still alive.

POV (penis of view)

Okay but is this just me?

Like, I wanna go to bars and pick up drunk people, but not to frick-frack? Like, I wanna head to this drunk person and be like “hey wanna come back to my place?”

Then just take them back in my car, and proceed to pamper them and be really nice? Like give them a massage and a good talk about how they’re doing, then send them off to bed in my spare room and make breakfast for them so when they go they can do it happy and satisfied??

Or talk to them about the dangers of just going home with random people and give them my number and be like, “if you need anyone, I’m here,” and then they can come to mine when they’re sad and read books and curl up on a beanbag or watch movies?? And there would be chocolate too?

Historical context is of course very useful for important things like Politics and Science and everything, but will also open your eyes to things like, uh... the way the clothing/textile/crafting industries try to use the word "natural" as an excuse to sell shoddy and bad quality goods and make you think that's normal.

God knows there are worse things going on in the world, but it really pisses me off when I see companies advertising "Real Shell/Pearl buttons!" like that's supposed to be some upscale selling point, and the buttons in question are the thinnest, roughest, most crudely-made buttons in existence... 🙄😒 "But they're made from Natural Materials! You can't expect Natural Materials to look refined and consistent like synthetic ones!" They are lying to you. THEY ARE LYING TO YOU! And I know this because I've seen "real shell buttons" from 100 or even 50 years ago. And most of them are sturdy and smoothly polished, of a consistent thickness, and sometimes even finely carved. The buttons on nice men's dress shirts? Those are the cheap, plastic IMITATIONS of what people expected actual mother-of-pearl buttons to look like! "Natural" isn't an excuse! Your product is cheap and badly and lazily made! And I'm so sick of this, because I see it EVERYWHERE. "Linen-look" has become shorthand for "coarsely woven fabric with visible slubs" and that drives me CRAZY because do you KNOW what kinds of linen I have seen??? Antique linen so light and fine and smooth you can't even SEE the weave unless you magnify it!!! A fragment of a linen damask tablecloth so smooth and glossy, it looks like SILK? 😭 (On that note, "dupioni silk" is so roughly woven that it would have been considered hardly fit to sell a century ago) "This fabric is woven of Natural Materials, so imperfections will be inevitable!" 🙃 No! 😀 You just made it cheaply and sloppily, and that was your choice! 😊