My friends and I had an awesome Guardians group Saturday night of ACEN and it was such a blast!!! I hope we can all do it again at another con soon! :D
Midnight Cosplay as Bunnymund
Sidero as Sandman
Zhelly as Jack Frost
Tobie as Toothiana
Jonathan as North
Photo by Scott/TheClownStarI actually got to meet Midnight Cosplay at ACEN this past weekend~ But I missed the group sadly…
how pitch’s robe works
yeah
I just
I just give up
Okay… as a CG modeler in school, I can tell you what’s going on with this robe….
His robe is like a jacket: there’s nothing that’s attaching the front. No zipper. No buttons. No nothin’.
Regarding the fact that it moves with the contour of his body is a little thing called “paint weights.” On the 3D program (an example would be Autodesk Maya, which is what most animation companies use for animation and modeling in general), when you rig your character, i.e. Pitch, you have to paint-weight it. Paint weights are an RGB spectrum map that shows the pressure and smoothness on a joint that moves. This goes for the main joints, i.e. knee, elbow, neck, spine, etc. As well as clothes.
For Pitch’s situation, the paint weights on the jacket are identical to the paint weights on his hips and spine, so it moves with his body.
And now, with the lighting (even though in the ROTG art book, it reads that Pitch is mostly just shadows) it throws off the eye to show that it LOOKS as if the jacket is closed in a V-neck, but it is not.
It is a kids movie after all. Can’t be showin’ much of Pitch’s
sexychest and such anyway.This concludes “Pitch’s Mysterious Robe: RESOLVED.”
It caught my attention while going through some screenshots just how bad Jack’s fingernails were. This lead to me wondering if the other’s happened to be different, and surely they were! It will never cease to amaze me how much detail was put into this beautiful movie.
“This is… by far… the dumbest thing I have ever done in my entire…” No, that’s a lie. “… most of, my life.”
The last time Kistina A. Drake put a tooth under her pillow was… God, she didn’t even know anymore. Not anytime in the last decade that was for sure. But, considering the fact that on her last mission she’d been punched square in the face, was now rockin’ a bruised jaw, and was now missing a tooth.
And, the fact that she was friends with immortal Guardians and spirits kinda helped her decision making process when it came to this sort of thing. Now, she found herself placing her pale tooth with her pale hand under her pale, motel room pillow, and heading off to sleep, waiting for the Tooth Fairy. The freaking Tooth Fairy.
Tucking her self into bed, pulling her mousy-brown hair back before curling the sparse blanket around her head, she closed her dark eyes and, with the help of her regular regimen of dreamsand, she swiftly drifted off to sleep, in that small motel room, in who-knows-where, Kansas.
Toothiana’s night was almost over, one more tooth to collect. Once she spotted the small motel room she searched for a way in. She crawled in though a window next to the small bed. She swooped in and watched the woman sleep. It was her favorite part of her job, they always looked so relaxed and peaceful.
Unfortunately, it was at this time that a young Nightmare by the name of Noir was returning from her rounds around wooded area around the motel. Sent as a surrogate protector to the young Drake, who had recently fallen under the fiercely protective, not matter how shadowy, wing of the Boogeyman, the Nightmare had the tsk of keeping unwanted guests who may seek to keep the child from sleep away; and, not recognizing the fae-lady before her, neighed out an angry cry.
Dark eyes flashing open to the sound, the young girl sat quickly upright, gasping as she spotted the woman before her. No… she wasn’t human, that much was obvious. But… she didn’t seem like a threat, either, something about her was… gentle. Motherly and protective. Like a…
“Guardian…” She whispered out in honest, childlike awe, Noir still huffing at her back, beginning to pace towards the Tooth Fairy.
Toothiana was genuinely confused by the who situation, she just came to collect a tooth, that’s all she came to do. She tried to understand the situation but she honestly couldn’t. “What in the name of the man in the moon is going on?”
My friend requested I draw Pitch~ Tooth fairy will be next~
“This is… by far… the dumbest thing I have ever done in my entire…” No, that’s a lie. “… most of, my life.”
The last time Kistina A. Drake put a tooth under her pillow was… God, she didn’t even know anymore. Not anytime in the last decade that was for sure. But, considering the fact that on her last mission she’d been punched square in the face, was now rockin’ a bruised jaw, and was now missing a tooth.
And, the fact that she was friends with immortal Guardians and spirits kinda helped her decision making process when it came to this sort of thing. Now, she found herself placing her pale tooth with her pale hand under her pale, motel room pillow, and heading off to sleep, waiting for the Tooth Fairy. The freaking Tooth Fairy.
Tucking her self into bed, pulling her mousy-brown hair back before curling the sparse blanket around her head, she closed her dark eyes and, with the help of her regular regimen of dreamsand, she swiftly drifted off to sleep, in that small motel room, in who-knows-where, Kansas.
Toothiana’s night was almost over, one more tooth to collect. Once she spotted the small motel room she searched for a way in. She crawled in though a window next to the small bed. She swooped in and watched the woman sleep. It was her favorite part of her job, they always looked so relaxed and peaceful.
