(WIP) [ANIMATION] NMN "Keyframe" (Patreon)

Behold, the Wheel of Progress is once again turning. Let's get this shit slapped out.

Last post, I yapped about how I wanted to shift more towards an idea-based art experience, where I wanted most of the junk I work on to feel inspired. To me, at least. I didn't want to just... ruin the creative experience by saying shit like "Hey, that franchise is popular. Hey, that character is popular. I should do something like that."

So, that's something I've been doing lately. Waiting for the ideas to come. And lo! That's exactly what happened!

Two nights ago, I woke up to the sound of my window being shattered and my Brinks Home Security system blaring. I leapt into action, grabbing my home defense stick of dynamite, lit it, and rounded the corner, ready to chuck it.

I was just about to say, "You picked the wrong mobile home, bozo!" when the words caught in my throat. For behold! There, crawling through my broken window, was Jesus Christ, King of Kings! I quickly dropped to my knees, bursting into tears, and licking my fingers to pinch and extinguish the lit fuse. I mean, I don't think that would work in reality, but this is my story, so it worked then.

"My Lord!" I said, snot running down my nose and into my mouth, clasping my hands in front of my face in subservient prayer.

"Rise, my child." said Jesus, pulling me up by the scruff of my neck like a cat. "I have heard your prayers, and I have come to give you an idea for an animation."

"Aw hell yeah," I said, but then I realized who I was talking to and corrected myself by saying "I mean, aw heck yeah."

"Tell me, my son, have you ever heard of 'Pokemon?'" said Christ.

"Yeah." I said. I mean, who hasn't?

"And are you familiar with the character 'Nemona?'" said Christ.

"Oh, yeah! She's the rival from that new one, right?" said I.

"Uh huh." said He.

"Yeah, she's pretty cool. I like her design."

"Yeah, so-"

"And I like that she's weird. Like she's a stalker or something."

"Uh huh. Right."

"I actually saw a funny meme-"

"That's cool, anyways, she is who you will be animating, my Child." Said Christ, ruffling my hair like a schoolboy. "Getting her back blown out by a Vigoroth."

"Which one is that? One of the new ones? I'm more of a 'Gen One' kinda guy, myself." I said, smugly.

"Wow, cool, dude." Said Jesus. "Vigoroth is like, a sloth. But he's not lazy. Instead, he's like, a nutcase. Behold!"

Jesus reached into his robe, and pulled out his cellphone. And these were the sacred words he showed me:

"Read, my child." Said Jesus. "These are the PokeDex entries for Vigoroth. At least, I think they are, I'm not really a big Pokemon fan. I mean, it's alright, I just can't keep up with all of them. But look! Nothing but how it's always agitated, how it can't keep still, how its heart is beating rapidly, and how its blood boils. How it has to rampage in order to calm down. What is that, if not extremely horny? How easy would it be to rewrite an entry to say, 'Vigoroth is always itching and agitated to go on a wild sex-filled rampage. It simply can't tolerate sitting still and being horny for even a minute. This Pokemon's lust level rises if it can't be fucking constantly.'"

"You're right, Jeezy Boy." I said. "That sounds about right. But, I have to admit, it's pretty weird hearing that come out of your mouth."

"You would expect there to be a bunch of lewd and crude images of Vigoroth already, right? But nay! There aren't! Not even on e621! There are only sixty-nine entries!" Christ said, weeping.

"Damn, dude. That's not a lot." I said. I was shifting my feet around because seeing other men cry makes me feel awkward. Like, what do you say?

"The furries, God's chosen, have failed me. I mean, there are so many of Houndoom, and that's just a dog with horns." He said. Suddenly, he clapped his hand on my shoulder.

"But you, dearest KYDE! You can be my messenger! You can introduce a new fetish into the already cursed Pokemon fandom! Because right now, there are more posts for Garbador, the fucking garbage Pokemon, than Vigoroth, the vigorous sloth. And if Garbador has more entries than Vigoroth, I'm going to destroy the world in a sea of holy flame."

"Oh." Said I, beginning to tremble. "Uh, holy shit."

"No, holy flame. Now, hop to it! Chop chop." Jesus said, pushing me towards my desk, where i have remained since.

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Anyways, true stories aside, this'll be the next animation. I'm trying to see if I can't finish it as quickly as possible. I feel like, even if I like an idea, not everyone will, so something that'll really help me out is getting them done as quickly as possible. That way, I could do something stupid and not severely bore y'all. I'm well aware of the fact that I'm like Sisyphus, and my boulder to push is Frankie Foster. I know you guys want to see more and more of her. I gotta spread my mental wings though, pursue new ideas. See what horrors I can unleash on the art world. Ah, to this day, my favorite compliment I got was someone telling me that I was wasting my talents. You bet I am. Anyways, I can do something like, the same character for-fucking-ever as long as I'm doing other shit in-between. Pursuing whims, that kind of shit.

Here's the Keyframe, done pretty quickly. Next is the background, that won't take long. I'll be getting the animation started as soon as that's done. Stay tuned.

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Final aside, while drawing this, my friend challenged me to draw some Pokemans from memory. He had me draw Magmar:

And Sudowoodo:

I think it was a fun exercise. I dunno. I think I did a good job.