真柏Project – Teaser for “Somnambular” Animation

Here is a still frame of Luca (real name: ???) from Juniper’s Tree. He alternates between a cat and human form, and has a very sadistic/mocking personality. His real motives are unknown, Juniper only thinks that he is cat that she adopted — until he manifests his true self through dreams.

Original Design Page: https://eggheadluna.wordpress.com/2021/06/26/luca

真柏Project Promo CG – Wyatt Watson/Aria Adler

This is the first look at Wyatt as an otter 🐾 …isn’t he adorable? I had never drawn an otter before, so I looked up a reference picture from NicoNico.

I decided to go with a surrealist-type of image, I spent a lot of my adolescence and early twenties being really into avant-garde cinema, so I wanted to experiment with something unusual in my own art. I guess I already did it with the image of Aria floating in Monét Blanchard’s eye… but, I digress: https://eggheadluna.wordpress.com/2021/06/20/aria-trapped-in-monets-eye

13 Thoughts on Personal Growth

⚠️ This article has examples from my personal life, if you would rather not know about some things… then it is better not to read.

I turned 30 last June, I reached a major age milestone and have also been battling with some personal struggles — so I hope that things I have had to learn the hard way make life easier for everyone else. So, let’s start (if you have additional advice that you would like to contribute, feel free to write them in the comments).

13. Do Not Fixate on Things Outside of Your Control

For me, this was putting faith in a higher power. Believing that someone selects a path for your benefit can help with reflection, instead of cursing the heavens — you wonder if you, as an individual, could improve. Also, reading the Bible and trusting God helped me feel mercy towards people that have hurt me (example: my biological parents). As a child, parental abuse can seem more harmful because you put your whole life in that person’s hands (they are essentially like a God figure in your development), but finding faith made me realize that there is only one Father, and parents are actually more like siblings than anything! Realizing that gives the situation less gravity and control over your life. It is better to fight for things you have power over, and trust that God and/or like-minded people are striving to improve things; the weight of the world is not on your shoulders alone!

12. Never Forget the People or Things You Love

Even if it is painful, sweeping those kind of feelings under the rug can be harmful to your psyche. From my experience, it is better to confront the lingering emotions or channel them into something creative. Remembering how you felt when you first watched an anime that blew your mind (or a novel that altered your perspective on something that you had never once considered before) is important. There is such a thing as toxic nostalgia, dwelling on the past for too long is never good, but remembering when/why you fell in love with something can be a strong motivator.

11. Judge Based on Actions, Not Words

This one is simple, but if someone acts in a way that is contrary to what they say, run away! Become friends or romantic partners with those that say what they do and do what they say. Likewise, if someone says something hurtful to you, it is still better to judge their actions (unless they make a habit of verbally abusing you). It is also better not to assume someone’s character based on their looks or class, because you are most-likely wrong about the pre-conceived notion you have. If you want an indicator of a friend’s personality, pay attention to body language and if they say subtle put-downs (also, pay attention to how they see your success and worth). It can be hard when someone uses rosy language or flatters you (or the dreaded love-bombing tactic), so it is important to stay alert and mindful.

10. Focus on One Project at a Time

My Grammy (my mother’s mother) is an accomplished concert pianist and painter, so when I was a kid, I asked her about how to be like her and she answered with “focus on one thing at a time, and when you get good at one thing — you can move onto something else.” I was able to write three books in a year, because I made it my sole focus, and that was the primary thing that I was thinking about in 2020. This year, since my laptop is gone for an indefinite period of time, the visual novel is my primary concern. So, everything in my creative-process has to do with getting from Point A to B. Needless to say, it was invaluable advice coming from a woman that came from a time period where art and music weren’t as easy to learn and produce as they are now. Even though I work on the fanfic and book reviews, I constantly remind myself that the project comes first. Though, it can be easy to forget in a world of instant gratification.

9. Do Not Feel Ashamed of the Things You Genuinely Like

There was a friend I once had, we’re not friends anymore, who said to me, “Everyone calls you the anime girl, you don’t want to be known as that for the rest of your life, do you?”

While, yeah, I want to be seen as a more complex human-being (aside from that hobbies that I’m loudly vocal about) — I am actually flattered to be associated with cartoons that people put their hearts, souls, and lives into creating. At the time, it felt shameful when he put it that way, but in retrospect: I own that insult. And now that I have made my own animated shorts, I know how much time and energy goes into it all.

If you have a passion or a thing that you love: own it.

Note: This incident happened six or seven years ago — so anime wasn’t as topical and trendy as it is now. Either you were an awkward weeaboo or a downright degenerate for indulging in the fandom. My brother and I were really big U.C. Gundam fans as teenagers, but my brother hide the fact… because he was a jock and he didn’t want his reputation to be tarnished. That was kind of how the climate was back then — I still remember being bullied for even discussing the newest episode of InuYasha in middle school.

8. Nobody is Special or Entitled to Anything

This is important to say in this day-in-age, but social media does not validate your existence. The amount of followers or likes you get does not make you a more important person. If you are creative, you are not entitled to other people’s time or attention — even if you have talent. Being an anime fan, I have learned that plenty of incredible series go under the radar. Things like race, class, sexuality, or modern society’s ethics do not define your worth. As the late Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.” Always remember that your character is the most important asset that you can brandish.

7. Realize Your Potential By Pushing Your Limitations

If you have been following me for awhile, you know that I don’t always reach my goals. I try, but I am a human and often have limitations to what I can accomplish; it is best to see yourself that way, instead of giving into feelings of shame. You are not a robot, it is okay to make mistakes or over-shoot with your goals.

6. Do Not Be Ruled By Toxic Pride

Subtitle: Use Ego-Death and Shame As a Resource for Self-Growth

By definition, the distinguishing factors for pride are this: positive pride is taking joy in things you worked hard to accomplish, while toxic pride is self-idolatry, sadistic contempt, vanity or vainglory. It is also referred to as a conflated ego or hubris. Not only does this level of pride make you a nasty person to be around, but it is also the recipe for unhappiness. It is much more fulfilling to uplift the people around you and navigate the world with a sense of humility.

5. Recognize Your Triggers

Subtitle: Surround Yourself with People Who Notice/Care About Your Triggers

With this one, I am more talking about your close friends, family, or a significant other. A positive example of this is when I’m watching TV with my partner, if I panic or dissociate — he’ll gently pat my leg and ask me if I’m okay. This is really helpful, because with dissociation… I, myself, sometimes won’t notice right away if anything is happening, but he’s on the outside, so he’ll say something if I’m being unusually spacey or aloof. And that small, considerate gesture helps me identify what could of made me feel that way, and helps me notice if something specific happened to illicit a certain reaction. If people do not respect your boundaries or diminish the severity of your triggers, they are not worth keeping around.

4. Your Worth Is Not Defined By Social Media Clout or Fame

Honestly, I don’t believe that there should be such a thing as an A-list celebrity… at that level, there is too much an open window for abuse and exploitation. In an ideal world, everybody should be able to earn a cult following and live a normal life. See: Nobody is Special or Entitled to Anything, for more of my input.

3. Faithful Friends Are Not Impossible to Find

As I mentioned earlier, I grew up in an abusive environment — therefore, I always gravitated towards people who I subconsciously knew would use or betray me. When I turned 27 or 28, everything suddenly made sense to me and I felt then that I had reached a higher state of cognizance. I am still unsure exactly why everything dawned on me at that time, but I attribute the heightened awareness to God. Since I was attracted to people that reminded me of the adults in my childhood, I had a jaded view of reality and had the belief that no one is 100% faithful or trustworthy. But I was wrong, even if you want to be cynical and say that 98% is the peak of trustworthiness — it is crucial to know that good, caring people do exist. Higurashi no Naku Koro ni is a show that talks about the rectitude of lost people, friendship, and having faith, rather than letting paranoia dictate your life; great show to watch if you’re having issues!

2. Control Does Not Equal Love

I have had many people do something controlling or damaging to me, and claim that it was out of love or concern. As the old adage goes, if you love someone — you know how to let them go. If you’re taking care of a bird with a wounded wing, you let them go when they’re ready to fly, right? Even if you will never see them again, you have to think of what’s best for the other person. And, though —for the most part— everyone sees themselves as a positive influence on others, sometimes people are toxic for each other.

1. Be Your Authentic Self

This kind of coincides with the: Do Not Feel Ashamed of the Things You Genuinely Like segment, but it is best to be your truest self. And if you don’t know who you are, go searching. A good litmus test for this is thinking, would me as a kid like the me now?

I typed up a new schedule earlier this morning, please give it a read if you’re interested – https://eggheadluna.wordpress.com/2021/09/11/goals-for-the-week-september-12-2021

Goals for the Week: September 12, 2021

Clip from Maquia: When the Promised Flower Blooms

New Goals:

✔️ Animate “Somnambular”

←if I have time→

✔️ Wyatt/Aria CG

※ I had this really cool idea for “The Folklorist” promotional art that is a mixture of the Lilith scenes from “The End of Evangelion” and “Gulliver’s Travels”!

Old Goals:

✅ Storyboard/CG “Somnambular”

※ I have 219 frames outlined right now, I might cut a few if they impede on the look of the scene. And the following week, I will be working on a clip with Juniper and Nephthys being lovey-dovey, so that should be fun! If I don’t have a scene planned after that, then I will work on designs until I come up with how to frame other scenes in the PV.

❌ Book Review 📚

※ I had a bit of a mental breakdown yesterday, this year has been really hard for me… especially as far as trauma is concerned. And since my partner and I had a little bit of time together, I spilled my guts about what I had been feeling and cried for a long time. Sorry if that veered into the “too much information” category. I ended up formulating more of a self-help blog instead, so I hope that it will help someone else in need.

✅ Write a chapter each day for the “Tales of the Blood Iris Citadel” (Tōken Ranbu) fanfic.

1 → https://eggheadluna.wordpress.com/2021/08/31/tales-of-the-blood-iris-citadel-1

2 → https://eggheadluna.wordpress.com/2021/09/02/tales-of-the-blood-iris-citadel-2

3 → https://eggheadluna.wordpress.com/2021/09/06/tales-of-the-blood-iris-citadel-3

4 → https://eggheadluna.wordpress.com/2021/09/07/tales-of-the-blood-iris-citadel-4

5 → https://eggheadluna.wordpress.com/2021/09/09/tales-of-the-blood-iris-citadel-5

6 → https://eggheadluna.wordpress.com/2021/09/09/tales-of-the-blood-iris-citadel-6

Tales of the Blood Iris Citadel ~ 9/9/2021

Fanfic Title: Tales of the Blood Iris Citadel

Game: Tōken Ranbu (刀剣乱舞 Pocket)

Synopsis: A journal-entry/travelogue-style fic that chronicles the everyday happenings in the citadel of my Tōken Ranbu account. Written from the first-person perspective of a female saniwa. The modern girl has crossed dimensions using a mystical spell and is cast into a feudal-style acropolis, where she is given the ability to anthropomorphize ancient swords, in order to ward off evil spirits and keep time from being permanently altered by magecraft-using revisionists. There is no romance in this story — only a cozy, slice-of-life fic.

* This is meant to be a fun fanfic exercise — so instead of my usual narrative restrictions, 1.5K ~ 3K words, this will vary from a few sentences to a few paragraphs per day.

9/9/2021 ~ My shoulders are stiff, the post-summer heat wave has me feeling lethargic, and I strongly have the compulsion to rest under the turrent of a buzzing A/C.

No, I tell myself — slapping my cheeks for emphasis, there is work to be done!

Right now, we are exploring the catacombs of Osaka Castle, like a team of deep-sea divers. Prior to the event arising, there was a mission to acquire all of the Gō brothers; I could rant all day about the disappointment of collecting all except for Samidare Gō… but, I’ll save that for a seperate story.

It basically happened because I couldn’t budget correctly, and since then, I have left all financial culpability to Kikkō; as shifty as he may seem, megane characters seems to have a natural knack for financial allocation. I spent my starter funds on rainy day landscapes and I bought Kōsetsu Samonji some comfy, casual clothes… since he is naturally a doomer.

The precipitous weather décor, while being a euphoric antecedent for me, contains a teru teru bōzu doll. If you didn’t know, a teru teru bōzu is said to have originated from a myth of human sacrifice; the legend goes that a village left a young girl alone to drown in a flood, in order to appease the gods of nature and, thus, hanging a cloth doll in the window became a tradition of appeasing the unseen rain-makers.

Image of teru teru bōzu dolls

Despite spending my hard-earned koban on these designs, I see it as an ill-omen to set either one of them as my default background. Though, when I do, Kōsetsu folds flower origami and seems genuinely at peace with the sky’s lacrimation — probably because, for once, it isn’t him mourning!

Raring to go, I do my daily summon and standing before me is a Tantō… he looks a little bit older than the rest of his class and has the same color scheme as Asuka Ninomiya from The iDOLM@STER: Cinderella Girls: salmon-hued hair with stark streaks of purple highlights — a sort of rocker aesthetic.

“Hey, I’m Gotō Tōshiro,” he asserts, while confidently placing his hands on his hips, “I know, I know; pretty tall for a Tantō, right!”

Albeit, he’s around the same height as me, and I’m fairly short for a girl…

My spine crackles loudly while I extend my hand to him. It often feels like my torso is made of doll parts, wooden joints and all. My newest danshi interjects into my internal-angst with, “Hehehe, leave this to me — the dependable and wise Gotō,” I think I heard him ramble on with watashi no ani or something with a similar meaning.

Whatever was said, it’s clear that he wants to be an older brother to me, probably a falsity formed from some sort of Napoleon complex. And so, he balls his fists and starts pummeling my backside like an angry child. It’s okay though, even if his character is comically absurd — I want him to feel comfortable and grow into who he wants to be.

To Be Continued

Previous Chapter – https://eggheadluna.wordpress.com/2021/09/09/tales-of-the-blood-iris-citadel-5

Tales of the Blood Iris Citadel ~ 9/8/2021

Fanfic Title: Tales of the Blood Iris Citadel

Game: Tōken Ranbu (刀剣乱舞 Pocket)

Synopsis: A journal-entry/travelogue-style fic that chronicles the everyday happenings in the citadel of my Tōken Ranbu account. Written from the first-person perspective of a female saniwa. The modern girl has crossed dimensions using a mystical spell and is cast into a feudal-style acropolis, where she is given the ability to anthropomorphize ancient swords, in order to ward off evil spirits and keep time from being permanently altered by magecraft-using revisionists. There is no romance in this story — only a cozy, slice-of-life fic.

* This is meant to be a fun fanfic exercise — so instead of my usual narrative restrictions, 1.5K ~ 3K words, this will vary from a few sentences to a few paragraphs per day.

9/8/2021 ~ Today was a pretty relaxing day, I travelled back to the modern world for a couple of hours to visit my local bookstore, grabbing the next volume in a light novel series that I had begun reading recently and purchasing a tiny, desk-sized anime figurine — before returning to that weird, feudal interstice of space-time in which the citadel resided. Upon placing the items on the workstation, I feel the appraising eyes of Tarōtachi beaming into my back.

He blinks twice as he sees the small, eggplant-colored figurine on the desk (note: Mash Kyrielight from Fate/Grand Order, a notable mobage heroine). His gaze is cold and reptilian, like a gecko that halts… only to glance at you from afar! Beads of perspiration gather around my temples, an ammunition of racing thoughts fire at will through my confidence: How can I tell him that his beloved commander is actually a huge anime otaku? Or that I’ve often had the inclination to ask him if he’s kabuki actor, due to his uncanny resemblance to Alto Saotome from Macross Frontier? Or that I almost gave him the nickname “hime”, a time or two in passing?

“H-Have you ever done kabuki acting?” I splutter out a foot-in-mouth statement, while his slanted lemon eyes still evaluate my spoils.

I had somehow expected a more flummoxed response, probably an extension in order to further my nerdy delusions, but his countenance has just became more lizard-like: “Such foolishness… you think of my priestly attire as some sort of costume, do you?”

I let out an audible gulp.

He carefully picks up The Boredom of Haruhi Suzumiya and says with a deadpan sense of sincerity, “I will forgive your folly, if you lend me this colorful novel… what say you, human?”

I exhale so violently, that it is almost spit-inducing.

“I’ll grab the first volume for you, then,” I squelch out with a gasp.

Tarōtachi disappears as quickly as he had materialized, a gecko’s tail whipping around a door’s corner, but despite his stoic demeanor… I feel that there had been a slight air of excitement surrounding him. Though, it could just be some self-constructed, otome-like fantasy that I have constructed in an inner headcanon. I don’t really know, but I hope he enjoys the series regardless.

I hold up the new request vellum to a tempest of magical wind. The flaming gust of ether flashes into a vibrant, pink plume of smoke. I feel anticipation, it seems as though I am summoning another Tachi! I step back instinctively as a hand reaches out of the dark ether. I flinch, but am pleasantly surprised when the disembodied hand tussles my hair with a chary, delicate mannerism.

“The saniwa that called for me is such a short girl,” a man with an interesting lilt says sedately, “I’m Uguisumaru, from Kobizen. I’ve got not idea why I’m called that. Maybe it means something, maybe it doesn’t. Anyway, looking forward to working with you!”

My eyes slowly open up and there is a sword that wears a melancholy smile. His wavy, olive nest of hair reminds me of seaweed strands — rustling around carelessly at the bottom of an ocean’s depths. “Ugisu” is a word used for the Japanese brush warbler, and likewise this sword’s staid expression conveys something furtive, something only felt through nature’s forlong diapason.

Feeling charmed beyond belief, I propose, “There’s a bowl of oranges on the patio, would you like to snack on them and chat?”

“Of course,” a fishing line tugs at my hook.

For the rest of the afternoon we continued to speak in half-formed thoughts, while we peeled off zesty orange skins with our fingers and admired the scenery surrounding the citadel. Following the hours we spent together (up until Hotarumaru and his firefly friends had arisen), he would never let on if he actually even enjoyed my modest snack offering or if he had only sat there all that time only to indulge my senseless whimsy… his wizened, avian eyes stared back at me like a glass reflection, one last time, as we parted ways for the night.

To Be Continued

Real-life purchases from Barnes & Noble…

Previous Chapter – https://eggheadluna.wordpress.com/2021/09/07/tales-of-the-blood-iris-citadel-4

Goals for the Week: September 5, 2021

This will be a short week, since it took me until Sunday to finish the running animation (the work on that really eat away at my stamina), so I am going to mostly focus on reading and writing until Friday. Since I already have the frames for “Somnambular” mostly outlined, the most difficult task will be making a really spooky CG of my incubus character, Luca.

New Goals:

✔️ Storyboard/CG “Somnambular”

✔️ Finish last 3 books from last week and book review 📚

※ Read the first volume of I’m a High School Boy and a Bestselling Light Novel author, strangled by my female classmate who is my junior and a voice actress (Keiichi Sigsawa) last week.

✔️ Write a chapter each day for the “Tales of the Blood Iris Citadel” (Tōken Ranbu) fanfic.

Old Goals:

✅ Animation PV ⑵

Watch here: https://youtu.be/mRiYFB5NgUI

※ I animated two new scenes last week, and combined them with CGs that I had created the week prior.

❌ Read 3 Books

※ Only read one last week because the animation work was really time-consuming and difficult.

Tales of the Blood Iris Citadel ~ 9/7/2021

Fanfic Title: Tales of the Blood Iris Citadel

Game: Tōken Ranbu (刀剣乱舞 Pocket)

Synopsis: A journal-entry/travelogue-style fic that chronicles the everyday happenings in the citadel of my Tōken Ranbu account. Written from the first-person perspective of a female saniwa. The modern girl has crossed dimensions using a mystical spell and is cast into a feudal-style acropolis, where she is given the ability to anthropomorphize ancient swords, in order to ward off evil spirits and keep time from being permanently altered by magecraft-using revisionists. There is no romance in this story — only a cozy, slice-of-life fic.

* This is meant to be a fun fanfic exercise — so instead of my usual narrative restrictions, 1.5K ~ 3K words, this will vary from a few sentences to a few paragraphs per day.

9/7/2021 ~ Today, I have my notepad out, as I pen these events in a live, stream-of-consciousness sort of fashion. It is daybreak and I scrawl out the final character on a request scroll, trying my hardest not to blot the ink. Kane-san and Kunihiro are sparring intensely in the adjoining dōjō; during their breaks while toweling off globs of forehead sweat, Kunihiro fanatically raves about their former master, Hijikata Toshizō of Shinsengumi fame, and Kane-san reacts with a tragicomic face: that reveals a searing sense of both joy and pain.

A sudden paroxysm of raw, mana-infused energies flood the halls — the sensation on my ankles causes a spasm of spine-chills! Out of the ether comes a man gilded in black and gold. Having a haughty expression and a silver-ash shade of light-green hair, he grumbles, “I sense that my brother is here, mayhaps?”

I sprint to the nearest area that comes to mind, the dōjō, and call out to the two sparring partners, “Higekiri’s brother has arrived, can one of you please assist me in finding him?!”

Kanesada Izuminokami gives an irked, lackadaisical expression — with a shrug that says: I’m too perfect to yield to your commands, human. Conversely, Horikawa Kunihiro places his shinai on a short, wicker bench and floors it out of there, always eager to please. Kane-san then scratches his head and resumes his kendō swings in a mild-manner of nonchalance; truly, there is a cat and dog-like duality between them, despite having been forged in the same kiln.

At last, the two brother reunite, and unlike Hijikata’s blades’ interaction from the previous scene, the Tachi-class brothers banter on like no one’s business. Essentially acting like twins birthed from a single bamboo shoot — while their golden, dragon eyes gleam brightly… like they had just been polished. Higekiri is more effeminate, whilst the new arrival, Hizamaru, is more sullen and carries himself with a masculine posture. They are the perfect embodiment of the yīnyáng paradox!

“Since it is still morning,” I declare, “it means there are chores to be done around the citadel. So, you two will be assigned to fieldwork duty!”

Higekiri seems puzzled, as though I had uttered the sentence in a foreign tongue.

“Huh,” Hizamaru scowls ungraciously, “us, proud swords of the Genji clan?”

“You heard me,” I proclaim with a little bit of a snide smile, “let’s go! I’ll help you out!”

Forty-five minutes later… and we are trudging through glooping streams of submerged rice crop. The boys have their Nike tracksuits pulled up around their knobby knees, and Higekiri exclaims suddenly, in a peal of laughter, “You know, the menial labor that mortals do… is actually quite fun!!!”

To Be Continued

Previous Chapter – https://eggheadluna.wordpress.com/2021/09/06/tales-of-the-blood-iris-citadel-3

Tales of the Blood Iris Citadel ~ 9/6/2021

Fanfic Title: Tales of the Blood Iris Citadel

Game: Tōken Ranbu (刀剣乱舞 Pocket)

Synopsis: A journal-entry/travelogue-style fic that chronicles the everyday happenings in the citadel of my Tōken Ranbu account. Written from the first-person perspective of a female saniwa. The modern girl has crossed dimensions using a mystical spell and is cast into a feudal-style acropolis, where she is given the ability to anthropomorphize ancient swords, in order to ward off evil spirits and keep time from being permanently altered by magecraft-using revisionists. There is no romance in this story — only a cozy, slice-of-life fic.

* This is meant to be a fun fanfic exercise — so instead of my usual narrative restrictions, 1.5K ~ 3K words, this will vary from a few sentences to a few paragraphs per day.

9/6/2021 ~ Today, my fatigue has gotten the best of me; it must have been because of a certain incident (a few hours prior), when Muramasa attempted to make yakiniku out of all of the horses in the stable! His bouldering shoulders were hunched over a pot of boiling, fragrant broth — I caught the mischievous sword red-handed, while he sharpened his utensils next to Kane-san’s brown steed. This horse was one that I had a personal affinity for, I had called the nameless stallion Djali — after Esmeralda’s shrewd goat-friend in “The Hunchback of Notre-Dame”.

I wrapped my arms like gauze in a gray, quilted shawl that evening. Tossing caution to the wind once again, I sent a written request for a new sword companion and watched it get eaten up in the dimensional ether. The new Tantō that appeared from a gust of rolling fog spoke with a playful sigh, akin to the chime of a flute merged with an eagle’s eephus scree.

Imanotsurugi’s geta sandals clink inaudibly across the wood flooring as he walks nearer to me; he is adorned in a small tokin, that rests gingerly on his small head, and a pompom sash — making the materialisation something straight out of Japanese lore: a tengu, in essence. Rivulets of beige, ashen hair stream down his backside and his blood-red eyes kindle candles for the blackened night. His gaze hovers over me like two little lanterns and he approaches, fleet-footed, like a bird descending from skyward heights — he then sits next to me on the engawa and stares with a deliberately reserved vigor, before speaking in song,

“Commander~ let’s have lots of fun in battle, okay?”

To Be Continued

※ I posted an animation PV for Śakra’s arc (a pivotal character in the Juniper’s Tree trilogy) and launched a YouTube channel, please check it out if you have time: https://youtu.be/mRiYFB5NgUI

Short Animation PV – Time (from 真柏Project)

The animation PV is here! I ended up making my YouTube debut today… I am tired and hungry, though. So, I will go eat dinner and come back to write the Tōken Ranbu fic chapter! Please check out the full video on YouTube: https://youtu.be/mRiYFB5NgUI

*I will post the video to Twitter at midnight, so it will be a YouTube exclusive until then. 🙇 Thank you, everyone! It was really hard work – I am happy to say that I have already started storyboarding an animation for next week called, “Somnambular”.

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