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I give it MASCLES

And I wanna stress that when i say “top of the leg” i’m not talking about the crotch (please don’t flag me tumblr it’s an anatomical term) i’m talking about the point where the femur connects to the pelvis, which is higher up on the hips:

It’s easier to see what I’m talking about in this photo of a man squatting: 

So yeah if you use that measurement when using this technique you should get fairly realistically proportioned legs:

But remember! messing with proportions is an important and fun part of character design! Know the rules first so you can then break them however you please!

sorry for any grammar mistakes

It so great to see men kimono fashion getting wilder pattern and color wise! Those kind of very showy kimono are usually mostly seen worn by performer or rikishi (sumo wrestlers, see examples below) but underground fashion is making a nice come back :)

I give it MASCLES

And I wanna stress that when i say “top of the leg” i’m not talking about the crotch (please don’t flag me tumblr it’s an anatomical term) i’m talking about the point where the femur connects to the pelvis, which is higher up on the hips:

It’s easier to see what I’m talking about in this photo of a man squatting: 

So yeah if you use that measurement when using this technique you should get fairly realistically proportioned legs:

But remember! messing with proportions is an important and fun part of character design! Know the rules first so you can then break them however you please!

At first, I panicked. I was scared, frightened, and all of those other words that describe the feeling of death. The other gods never cared about me, saying that my job could easily be taken over by another. No matter how much I pleaded and begged, they didn’t care enough to help me.  Well, all except for one. Ironically it was the god of death himself. 

As I cried and wept at my impending doom, the Death arrived. Not to reap whatever god abilities I had left, like I previously thought, but to give me a glimpse of who was, essentially, my last follower. 

He was elderly, the eldest of his family. Despite how big and successful his family was, he hardly ever see them now. Once his wife was by her side but she lost to a medical battle over ten years ago. He worked at that old farm that was passed down through centuries of family traditions. He would often from dawn to dusk. But these days, he hardly ever had the strength to continue and so the garden was also dying. He looked sad, lonely, and hopeful. 

My heart echoed. 

Resonated. 

Cried. 

The very next day, I arrived at his farm. 

Of course, he was shocked by my godlike appearance. But that was put behind us when he welcomed me into his home. 

We talked like old friends. We laughed like old friends. We ate, sung, and worked on that little farm. Jokes were said, songs of old were sung, melodies I haven’t heard in years. Memories were shared and stories were told. No boundaries were set, no boundaries were established. Nothing but the world around us and the two joyful people. From the distance, it just seemed like we were having the time of our lives. 

For all we cared, we did. 

There were no tears of sadness when the day finally came. We both sat on the porch and looked out into the majestic sunset. My body fading and his heart slowing. But neither one of us was remorseful or sad. We both sat there, surrounded in the sound of our bliss. Overlooking the sea of our hard work. A garden once thought to have died, now revived. 

When I was in school and wanted to work in animation, there was very little information about how cartoons are actually made. Even my professors at college knew very little about the industry as it is today. I’m sure it would’ve been better to study somewhere in California (like CalArts) to be better informed about this stuff, but I didn’t have that opportunity.

Nowadays, many kids in school have a dream career that they don’t really know much about. There’s a lot of missing bits of information and a lot of straight up lies that get circulated as fact as people try to scramble to put the pieces together on how cartoons for television are actually made.

I’ve been storyboarding for television for a while now, and there still aren’t clear resources for those wanting to get into the industry. I wanted to make the basics available to everyone, so here’s a quick rundown through the TV pipeline. Please note: all studios and productions are different. Even cartoons made within the same studio could have wildly different production guidelines. This is not a concrete explanation of how every cartoon is made; this is simply a generalized look at the “typical” television pipeline.

**DISCLAIMER** All images in this post have been sourced from blogs, twitters, scribd and flickr pages are publicly available, and no internal studio materials have been used that have not been already published publicly online. This post is influenced heavily by my own individual experience, as well as friends’. 

With that said, this might be a lengthy read, so let’s go!

Inktober 16-19