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Check out this amazing, smooth animation by @skywardwarriorcg!

Please do not use this without my permission! Thanks!

Here is my Ko-Fi page: https://ko-fi.com/skywardwarriorcg :)

Credit was given at the end of the video.

About a year ago, I had the silly idea to animate a parody of the Pixar logo animation, except using Nubert with the Deltarune logo. After getting extremely sidetracked with a ton of SPM, SMRPG, ENA, and other Deltarune projects, it’s finally here. XD I was quite overdue to work on another hand-drawn 2D animation since my project list was flooded with mostly 3D work, and I’m pretty happy with the result! This time, I focused on squash and stretch, as well as simulating a moving camera with manipulating the logo’s perspective, plus more sound effect integration. Somehow this is only the second time I’ve animated Nubert, with the first being in 3D. My man!

Also, this is my first animation I’m posting right to Tumblr! I hope this place will be a great home for my projects while YouTube continues its reign of chaos. XD

Hope you like it! Thanks for watching!

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They better not be 🤨

Are potatoes going extinct

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Reblog if your art project has not, does not, and never will make use of generative ai at any point in your creative process.

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FNaF SotM Fanfic- Memory in Metal

This fanfic features spoilers for the game, so be careful! FNaF Secret of the Mimic and its characters are property of Steel Wool Studios and Scott Cawthon, the writing is mine (please don't use my work without my permission- thanks!) I think the characters and their complex dynamics were fantastic in SotM, so I was inspired to write this! Enjoy!

He wouldn't look her in the eyes. More accurately, little David refused to look at the glowing, spiral coils intended to be the eyes of the mechanical thing his father had created some time ago. Some days she felt like his mother, but others... The boy screwed his face up and cowered with his back to her.

“David please,” his mother's voice emanated from the robot’s internal speaker. “Put on your right shoe. You can't play outside without it, you'll get your sock dirty.”

“No!” David whined and shook his head back and forth excessively.

Just then, one of Edwin's Clean-O-Vac models whizzed into the kitchen over the threshold with a hearty thunk before wheeling circles around Fiona's legs, tracking a grey trail of dust and dirt along the hardwood floor. On its last spin around, the squat machine collided with one of her legs and flipped onto its side. It waved its arms back and forth, its built-in dustpan flailing in the air.

Edwin appeared in the doorway upon the sound of metal on metal, glasses askew as he rushed to stand his invention back up and usher it out of the room. The frazzled man popped back in when he successfully deactivated it.

How had everything become such a mess so soon today? Off to one side, Edwin could see his son sulking and wearing only one of his sneakers. There was a new loop-de-loop path of dust bunnies and crumbs snaking into the room and around the kitchen island which would surely take a thorough cleaning session to remove. He frowned and looked to the humanoid robot standing in the center of it all, who was also clearly assessing the damage. What was she… it wearing? What was it doing? An old, faded apron with a scalloped trim hung loosely around the robot’s wiry waist and had been tied at the back in a thick, awkward knot. A few stray strings stuck out from where Fiona’s name was originally stitched into the cloth.

“Clean up this junk,” Edwin rolled his eyes. “I’ll fix the Clean-O later.”

“Alright, but I’ve just got this–” Fiona gestured towards the oven.

“M1.” The man crinkled his nose at the robot, his voice suddenly cutting through the room. The machine seemed to recoil slightly with his reaction. “I don’t have time for this. I have a meeting with the admins in ten and I want this done before I get back. And… put that back where you found it,” Edwin strode over and grasped the apron fabric between his fingers accusingly. The man turned on his heels, ruffled David’s hair despite not saying a single word to him, and stormed out.

David accepted his shoe without any more fuss but ran off to his room; the thought of playing outside didn’t excite him anymore after that. He shut his door before Fiona could find the right words. She stopped short in the hallway.

M1. She hated when Edwin called her that, and it seemed to be happening much more lately. Didn’t he want David to see her as the mother he always knew? The woman who concocted bedtime stories, designed cute new mascots, sat in on countless meetings into the early hours of morning with hardly a complaint? Those were a few of the numerous memories Edwin had ensured to implant in the new body he’d constructed for her. Now it felt as if nothing she did could please him; no longer his wife, Fiona was his creation, his maid and his son’s babysitter.

Fiona glanced at a side table that held a framed photograph of the whole family, standing together and smiling. She picked it up. David hadn’t been so big then on his first birthday. Edwin hadn’t quite yet formed those bags that hung from his eyes after long disputes with his employees. She stopped when she saw… herself. A healthy, bright woman with pink, dimpled cheeks and a tooth gap her husband used to describe as charming. The Fiona in the picture wore a neat blouse and a string of pearls, her wavy hair tucked behind her ears. It was a challenge believing she was ever this woman at all sometimes.

Fiona hastily set the picture frame back down when her reflection flashed back at her. With those bulky square teeth set in that rigid jaw and her piercing gaze, it was no wonder her son could barely look at her. Even an adult would treat her differently with this appearance, so she couldn’t blame a child for his reaction. Fiona hugged her skeletal frame for a moment. It was bad enough that her husband didn’t love her, but trying to mother David was infinitely worse.

The machine returned to the kitchen to check on the birthday cake in the oven she planned on surprising her husband and son with for David’s sixth birthday– she hadn’t forgotten. It wasn’t quite as golden as she wanted yet. Would her metallic fingers melt if she attempted to retrieve the pan from the oven chamber without proper mitts? Fiona recalled Edwin’s choice words from earlier and untied her apron, folded it up and stashed it safely in a nearby closet despite having more work to complete. She got to scrubbing at the grimy floorboards with a spray and a rag; small tubs of various colored frostings Fiona had whipped up the previous day sat chilling in the refrigerator so she could decorate the cake whenever it was baked and cooled later.

Edwin stared incredulously at the paper his invention had set down on the worktable in front of him. Another workday down and the balloons and streamers from the afternoon birthday bash were finally disposed of, stuffed into a trash can out of sight. So what was this now? He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and held the paper to the light of a vibrant Mycellium Men desk lamp. It was a pencil sketch akin to his typical costume blueprints.

“What do you think?” Fiona asked quietly and peered over Edwin’s shoulder to peruse her own scribblings. The drawing featured a carefully crafted front and side view of a human character wearing a plain skirt and top, pink lips and wavy brunette tresses. It boasted additional details in the margins with arrows pointing this way and that, indicating preferences about which materials were used to construct what pieces. The paper crinkled in Edwin’s hands as he shifted to stare at her directly.

“No,” he said.

“Those can just be normal clothing,” the robot pointed to the torso of her illustration. “I thought silicon would be soft and pliable for the exposed skin.” Edwin would regularly cast rubber for the mass-produced elephant costumes down at the factory; the process to manufacture this singular suit should have been a breeze. A soft-skinned shell for Fiona might be the key to interacting with her son again. She would be able to touch David without chilling his sensitive skin. He might even grow to accept her.

“You function fine,” Edwin batted Fiona’s mechanical hand away. He crumpled the paper into a jagged ball with a crunch and dropped it into an overflowing waste basket. “You know I’ve got tight deadlines to meet this month. I can’t afford to waste the time or money entertaining this… this fantasy.”

For once, Edwin’s robot simply stood there staring, dumbfounded. Edwin knew it heard him; perhaps he needed to update its processors. Fiona slowly but surely nodded to what her husband said, which thankfully meant he wouldn’t have to repeat himself or elaborate any further on the matter. The face of a clock past Edwin’s head read 8:34. David needed to be sent off to bed. Fiona nodded dumbly a second time and backed out of the room, excusing herself to perform her next scheduled duty.

A thin stream of light illuminated the dark hallway for Fiona to discover David already sitting on his bed waiting. The boy’s bedroom glowed from a few light-up toys and starry night lights stationed at a couple outlets near the floor. David sat curled up in his pajamas, hugging his knees to his chest and watching his door creak open. Fiona gave a little wave and made a conscious effort to dim her eyes as she entered the room in the hopes that her gestures and demeanor could ease some of his tension. Her son didn’t move or shrink away as she came over.

“Hey sweetie,” Fiona whispered as she sat next to David. Moments like these reminded the machine she couldn’t kiss her son’s forehead. “Did you enjoy your birthday?”

“Yeah,” David nodded with a small smile and held up a plush dinosaur he’d received as a gift that afternoon from his father. The tender robot gently petted the stuffed animal’s head.

“I’m glad,” said Fiona. Without the muscles to do so, her tone of voice smiled for her. She hoped David could tell. “Now I think it’s time for a story. How about we check in on our furry friends?”

David nodded and climbed under the covers in anticipation, finding a comfy position to listen.

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I will also be refraining from using YouTube until at least August 27th to protest its recent age verification system, so apologies to those who may be wondering where I went on there.

Hey everyone! Have a little teaser image of a 2D animation I've been chipping away at for the last week that's been well-overdue since last year. XD I estimate it'll probably take me at least another 3 weeks since I'm still very much in the planning stages for certain parts of it, but it's coming along! (I figured I might as well make my first "new" post on here since all I've done so far is reblog a bunch of older work!)

Also, not being able to go on YouTube has been such a struggle, I keep getting notified of comments I'm getting on my recent animations and feel horrible I'm not even popping on to respond. :/ If any of the commenters see this, so sorry! I plan to check around on YouTube on the 27th and will get to the comments then!

Thanks for reading!

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Fluffiness Arrives!

After making Rouxls Kaard, Queen and Elnina, I thought it was about time I show some love for the Fun Gang! Ralsei is practically done- just some minor rigging/skinning fixes and he should be ready to animate! Ralsei and Deltarune are property of Toby Fox, the models and textures are mine (please don't use my work without my permission- thanks!)

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Something fluffy approaches...

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Original clip:    • Don’t make me laugh so hard might precipitate   Deltarune and Elnina are property of Toby Fox, audio is from Tim Pandajis, models, textures and animation are mine (please don't use my work without my permission- thanks!)

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FNaF 2 Movie Speculation

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Original clip:    • News report wild cougar  

Deltarune and its characters are property of Toby Fox, models, textures and animation are mine, the Tenna render is by ‪@SkywardWarriorCosplaygamer‬ (please don't use our work without our permission- thanks!).

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Deltarune Chapter 3 Fanfic- Phony Phone Call

After finally getting the chance to experience the newest chapters of Deltarune, here's a small snippet I wanted to write based on chapter 3! Deltarune and its characters are property of Toby Fox, the writing is mine (please don't use my work without my permission- thanks!)

He didn't want to admit it, but their relationship was a lot like a TV dinner. On the outside, it looked flashy with colorful labels and shiny cellophane designed to attract the eye from a distance; it could only mask the stagnant, rotting product just beneath the surface. It was good in theory, but cheap in practice. 

"What are you saying?" Tenna wrung his hands together and rocked on his heels. "W-we can't split, who would air your commercials?"

"See, that's your problemo," Spamton shook his head. "I keep telling you the lightners are all about the internet now. They don't care about cable. And where they go, I-"

The TV man fell to his knees and grasped the salesman's shoulders tight, wrinkling his red suit. Spamton crinkled his nose and furrowed his brows at the gesture.

"You can't," Tenna pleaded, the pixels on either side of his screen flashing a discolored hue. His antennae hung low and crooked as he spoke. "I thought we... I thought we were friends. What about me? What about Mike?"

"I don't need friends," Spamton yanked away from his cohort’s grip and smoothed his suit fabric with a few, brisk swipes. "And I don't need Mike! I need kromer, and this place ain't rolling in the big bucks like it used to."

With that and a hearty harumph, the salesman continued packing what little he had into a small suitcase. He crammed product fliers, advertisement scripts and a couple extra neckties into it before finding he couldn't close the darn thing due to the sheer width and height of a pipis that used up the remaining space. Tenna sputtered in disbelief as his former business partner rotated the oblong item around to no avail. Finally, Spamton hissed through his teeth and set the egg aside, clamped the suitcase shut and straightened. 

"A little something to remember me by when I've gotten big," said Spamton. Before the outdated television could further protest, the short salesman took his leave and exited the green room without so much as a goodbye or a spare glance. The only sound Tenna could hear was the click of the door shutting and then a vacuous silence. 

Tenna knelt there on the green room floor for minutes, letting his arms hang loosely at his sides. At the speed of dialup, he reached over and clutched the blue egg his former partner had left behind, cradling the fragile object in his palms as if it might shatter at any moment. The pipis felt smooth to the touch and still smelled of hair gel and pine air freshener. An ache in his knees dragged him to one of the couches where he continued to observe his precious cargo.

"Mike," Tenna called out with a weak voice. "Extend my commercial break."

He could feel the pippins' eyes on him and hear their hushed voices quiet to a murmur barely audible over the water cooler as he passed. Everyone on set knew Big Shot Autos was no longer a sponsor of their productions; they tip-toed around the subject so as not to upset their boss, who seemed to be taking it as well as they expected. Tenna slipped down the halls in long strides wordlessly, one hand concealing something round in his suit jacket. He came to a stop by a solitary wardrobe sitting in a hall his employees barely used. 

"We're safe here," Tenna muttered and produced the pipis where he could see it again without fear of judgment. After the first few days of keeping it with him, he'd started hearing comments about getting rid of it- that holding onto it was "unhealthy" and that it wouldn't bring that salesman back. They would never understand. They were fortunate he didn't fire them right then and there. Maybe he should have.

What was with that phony phone call, anyway? Did Spamton truly think so low of him he had to fabricate any cruddy excuse to skedaddle the moment he had the chance? Had the salesman expressed his dissatisfaction earlier, Tenna was sure they could’ve worked something out that would’ve better suited their needs. All they needed was one simple conversation: discuss the issue, revise the contract, shake on it. Easy-peasy. The TV man ground his teeth together just thinking about it.

"Don't worry," the television said. He held the egg to his chest and rocked back and forth. "I won't ever leave you behind, my darling. I promise. I'll be back for you tonight after the show." Tenna gingerly placed the pipis inside one of the bottom drawers of the wardrobe and eased it shut.

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New Super Mario Bros. Wii is property of Nintendo, the Castle theme is by Ryo Nagamatsu and Shijo Fujii, the art and song cover are mine (please don't use my work without my permission- thanks!)

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Hi everyone! For the past month we’ve been working hard on making a more polished version of the demo. We’ve decided to extend it to include the first three hitchhikers. Recently, we have been working on developing the resource managing mechanics of the protagonist's time and money. We have been using a separate build of the game to test the amount of time choices will take in order to ensure that it would be balanced. We’ve also been continuing to make new background art for the new sections. Thank you for following Road to Salvation’s development! Have a great day, and stay hydrated, okay? Warm regards, Sunday Brunch Studios Artist: SkywardWarriorCG

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This cover was requested by ‪@princesspeachfan4794‬ ! Super Princess Peach is property of Nintendo, Welcome to Giddy Skies is by Akira Fujiwara, the art and song cover are mine (please don't use my work without my permission- thanks!)

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Super Princess Peach is property of Nintendo, Fury Volcano 2 is by Akira Fujiwara, the art and song cover are mine (please don't use my work without my permission- thanks!)

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Luigi's Mansion and Toad are property of Nintendo, Toad's Theme is by Shinobu Tanaka and Kazumi Totaka, the art and song cover are mine (please don't use my work without my permission- thanks!)

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Hi everyone!

It’s been one month since the demo for “Road to Salvation” was released, and a lot has happened during that time. Since the demo was for a game jam, we were in a time crunch. In order to give you guys the best demo possible, we plan on re-releasing the demo with improved graphics, new game mechanics, new content, and more! We’ve improved some of the backgrounds. A wall. Isn't it exciting? We also finished all of the writing for the demo. 

Thank you for following the development of Road to Salvation! We hope you all have a wonderful day!

Warm Regards, Summer Brunch Studios