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Here are some of the finished animatic shots I made! (Haha, you can see that I left notes for myself in some of them X) )
They are not in chronological order
Some news:
I'll be drawing and animating much less for a while, because I've finally received the material I need to complete my commission :D (I don't think I've ever mentioned this, but I'm a fursuit-maker, so I not only draw but also sew :) )
He is my ancient OC. One of my favorite rw OCs. His name is Lost Internet Connection (I don't think ancients had Internet, but I didn't thought it through, when I created him).
I constantly think about him, but never draw, because he doesnât really have a story
One of the unfinished animation shots from the second part of âwho is the prey?âđ
This is FF, I just havenât drew collar on him yet
By the way, I decided to combine the second and third parts of âwho is the prey?â into one video, because otherwise the end of the second part would be too sudden and unnatural, so you guys will get two in one :D
Hey guys, do you want me to post big spoilers for the second part of âWho is the prey?â here?
For example, do you want me to post the full animatic/lineart, like I did with the first and third parts?
Oh, hi! Please let me tell you a little bit of the lore of my scug, so that the lore of the collar will be more clear!
One day, an iterator discovered microscopic parasites that could control their microscopic hosts. He became interested in this and decided to observe and experiment with them. After some time, the iterator discovered that the parasites could be influenced by electrical impulses, and with enough skill, they could even be manipulated to guide their hosts to a desired location. He saw great potential in this and wanted to use the parasites to learn how to control larger creatures, but the parasites were not cooperative and were very small, making it difficult to conduct experiments on them. Then he decided to grow a larger creature with a parasite genome to experiment on, and that's how FF came to be.
The collar is a complex device that uses electrical impulses to control FF. Such a collar will not affect normal beings, except for making them feel unimaginable discomfort and pain, however, due to the fact that FF has the gene of those parasites, the collar can affect him in various ways. Some impulses can make him go to the desired point, some do not approach something, some can make him want or think certain things, some can make him do physical actions that he does not want, in general, the list can be long. The collar does not work as a mind control, as the iterator would like, but it does itâs job in a very twisted and cruel way. The collar is so tight around FF's neck that it makes it difficult for him to breathe normally and eat
By the way, I donât plan to make any rw AUs, thank you for your questions^^đŤâ¨
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The last three backgrounds :D! My little animation is almost at the finish line
Yea, the last background looks kinda funny XD, but FF takes up 90% of the space in this particular shot, so there's no point in drawing what's behind him
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i sit here exposed, pieces of my body never meant to be seen lie out in open air. someone elseâs blood, dried, not unlike the rust on my metal, at one point escaped through loose piping, tangled wires, damaged circuitry. you see the signs of my obsolescence.
you stare into my chassis, your face unchanged.
i can feel you, your eyes, your focus, tracing over my internals. your gentle hands disappear inside me for your fingers to follow suit, and they return cradling damaged parts, long forgotten, weathered by use and time as they gathered dust, oil, blood â the likes of which untouched by self-repair.
and, whether by your careful touch or my layered wear, your work goes unnoticed, and yet it doesnât. i feel you, though i donât, not as i understand it, not as i have ever felt. the presence of your hand â each muscle and tendon, contracting, extending, manipulating wrist, fingers, joints, yours - its softness, its care. your presence inside of me, i feel it ever deepen, incomprehensibly so. and thus i feel you work. softly, you tear me into pieces.
but i donât understand the attention you give to each piece of my decommissioned body. you run each wire gently between your fingertips and with care you repair me, reconnect me anew, clip each rusted, rotting part from my chassis and replace it, pristine. you untangle my twisted internals and in return they twist around you, your delicate touch, intricately working, now interwoven, pulled into me. you hold each piece of me as though it could shatter. you treat me so softly. i am a machine designed and created for war: sturdy, persistent, self-sustaining.
and yet, here you kneel, holding my heart with careful hands, gently, dearly, nursing me to life.
and yet, as your hands leave my hollow core each time, i ache.
you wipe away old grease between the seams of my plating, and i can feel you get carried away, slowly, softly, tracing the lines of my body. every angle, every corner, every curve. every part of me. my rust. my breaks. it feels as though not an inch goes untouched, untended. why do you take care of me so?
divine, yet you use your light on me. not even mortal, an afterthought, created by the free will that damned them, of steel, of sin. and still, despite such objectionable existence, here you kneel. why?
why do you care and why do i let you?
why do i sit here, my heart exposed, letting you see into me, each detail of my making, of my being, the routing of each cable into each socket, the pipes fueling my hydraulics, my inner-workings, and why do i let you rearrange me, poke around my delicate circuitry, why do i let you in? i wasnât made for this. i wasnât made for you. i donât know if i care.
as you gently press the last piece of me into place, it clicks, and through the quiet air i can hear you breathe. your scarred chest rises, falls, and rises once more as you stare expectantly into my core. i feel your hand linger inside. you feel different, vivid. like your heart is my own i feel it beat, blood racing through your body. and i twitch. my fans whirr at nothing, my pumps spur to life, and i feel warm. warmer than ever before, with your hand in my chest, against me, inside me, a part of me.
i look down at you, the glow of my visor lights up your face, the low thrum of my body fills the silence.
you look up at me, at me.
i donât want you to let go. i grab your wrist with both hands, holding it in place against my beating, ticking heart, and this newfound warmth continues to grow. what did you do to me?
please donât let go.
you avert your gaze and i pain, my grip tightening on you. my whole body tightening in on itself. but you donât let go. your hand remains still against my body, my chest, my heart, heating, heating up with every moment you stay.
you look back into me, your finished work, your palm against, and mine.
time pauses.
i donât know what you think.
but in the stillness i feel your grace, your presence, gently against my metal, held onto your flesh. you place your empty hand on mine.
you donât look back up into my visor, but i feel your warmth course through me and my body relax, my fear subside.
we sit there, in emptiness, accompanied only by the quiet, constant sounds of our bodies.
accompanying animatic by oshasno: check it out here
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