Some of my favorite shots in (American) 2D animated movies
To note: this isn't an American supremacy post; it's just that I had a lot of western films in my mind, and I need more time to think of non-American films with shots I love.
Hello, my name is Dante, I'm an amateur writer and I'm working on a book, the current title of which is Settlers of Eria
In order to help me find motivation I decided to post some lore online
Pretty please ask me questions and give constructive criticism
Dante Rosemary is not my legal name, but if nothing goes wrong it will be my pen name
Summary:
In an uncharted part of the galaxy a strange new planet is discovered. It's surrounded by a strange force field that prevents anything and anyone from entering.
Eventually, a few spaceships, filled with people of various races seeking new homes, with enough desperation to try searching for it on this eerie planet, manage to break through its atmosphere and find themselves stuck. The force field becomes impenetrable once again, their trusted machines malfunction and the planet's flora starts affecting their bodies in strange ways.
Left with no way out the settlers have to make themselves at home. It's not so bad here, where none of their enemies are present. So they build new homes, overcome their fear to befriend creatures roaming the foreign lands and seas and they explore.
Sorry I never got around to posting these, there will be 3 more of these coming as soon as I finish them. Enjoy!
Eria Short Story
The candle flickers as it fights the bitter cold winds flowing into the cabin through the gaps in the door. Mama pushed clothes under the gaps to try and fight it, but they froze and now the fabric lies stiff while the wind seems to seep through them.
I huddle in the corner, wrapped and bundled up with as many blankets I could find. Papa went out to chop some wood for the fireplace, mama had called him crazy because it was bright and sunny out. Though he said it felt a little chill in the air and that we should be prepared in any case. That was hours ago.
I can’t see outside, the windows are dark and only the flashes of bitter white snow and ice slam against the glass. My body shutters, or so I think; I can’t feel anything. My fingers and toes are white, just like mama's were before they turned black and fell off. She is sleeping in her bed, she couldn’t move anymore and asked me to help her lie down. We were cuddling to keep warm but it wasn’t working, she told me she loved me and not to disturb her now. She hasn’t moved once since then, even though she usually turns a lot when she sleeps.
I’m so cold now.
There is ice forming on the walls, I can see my breath in the air. Like mist, it reminds me of a dragon. If I were a dragon, I’d breathe fire and warm everything up. That way mama can wake up and papa can find his way home. I hope he’s okay.
A loud bang makes me flinch, I turn to the front window. I see a bright blue light outside, papa usually shines his lantern outside the window when he comes home, maybe it’s him? I try to shuffle my way closer to the door but it’s hard, I can’t feel my legs.
The door handle turns once. Then it sits still, did papa forget his keys? Or can he not move like me? He is outside, it must be so much colder out there then it is in here.
Oh no, he could be like mama right now!
I try to shout out to him to hold on, I lean my weight forward and fall onto my stomach. I then crawl slowly with my forearms, inching closer to the door.
“Hold on papa! I’m coming, just hold on. Please...”
The door seems ages away but finally I make it. I lean against it and try to pull myself upward, it’s hard and my whole body tingles as the cold seems to intensify and radiate off of this door. It hurts to be here so close to it but I have to help papa. I manage to slip myself against the door and try to reach up for the knob. My hand feels like it is moving in slow motion, it takes so long to move it upwards; my hand grabs the knob in a slack hold. I fumble with turning the knob, not able to get a firm grip.
My hand slips. Shit.
I try again, and fail. I groan in frustration and try again once more.
I finally manage to get a hold on the handle, I turn the lock and push it open ajar. A rush of cold air bursts its way into our home, the muffled roar of the winds now screams in my ears as it finds its way inside. I look through the slightly opened door, snow finds its way in my eye; I can’t see anything. Not even a few feet in front of me.
We had a small garden right outside of our door; with a few small fruit trees. Me and mama were so excited to bake fruit pies, papa was looking forward to eating them.
“P-papa? Are you out here? Papa!” I yell out for him but can’t see anything. I can’t feel my face anymore, my eyelashes are freezing over. I close the door with what strength I have left, I leave it unlocked for papa.
I can’t move anymore… not even an inch.
I feel sleepy, like mama. I think… I'm gonna rest for a bit. Just close my eyes… for a little while.
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The world moves Slower
Damn that witch.
She gave me the wrong directions. Again.
I grit my teeth, my frustration bleeding out into the atmosphere.
Just wait till the next time I see you witch, I’ll see you crystalized in ice and use you to decorate my parlor room. I march through the freshly fallen snow, stepping over the deep layers without my feet sinking. Instantly creating patches of solid ice with each step.
Agh. How annoying.
I try to calm my irritation but it’s futile. I need to rest a moment, meditate.
I imagine for many of the useless fruit flies that populate the land, they would be blinded by my storm. Their eyes unable to see through the falling snow, pathetic.
My eyes are not so weak. I see a small cabin off in the distance and begin my stride towards it. This place is so pitiful, a once grassy valley with the sweet constant caress of the warm sun to ward off the frost of winter. Defenceless, worthless, and useless.
I step on a lump in the road as I make my way over to the cabin, I turn my head back for a moment; the lump I just iced over was in fact the back of a man. He has a bundle of firewood tucked under his arm, was probably trying to make it to the cabin before he keeled over and froze to death. How pathetic.
As I near the cabin I see the upright sticks of young dead trees, a little garden just outside the house. Little trees that will now never blossom nor bear fruit. I can see a little wooden sword under layers of snow, alongside a set of wooden soldiers; a young boy lives here. How adorable.
I stand in front of the entrance for a moment, losing a mental battle in my mind. Ugh.
This day just seems to never cease irritating me.
With a withering look the wood of the dead trees turns to solid ice in a bright blue flash, frost flowers start to bloom on the crystal branches. I glide my gaze over to wooden soldiers, with a slight wave of my hand I construct a little fort of ice for them. There.
Everything in its place. Even if everyone who lived here is dead, there is something left behind to commemorate their fleeting existence.
I approach the door, placing my hand on the handle. I turn it experimentally.
“Oh?” It’s unlocked, how unexpected. I turn the handle and open the door, quaint little place.
I invite myself in, only I kick something with my foot as I enter. The body of a young adolescent boy slumps over, his skin is as white as snow. Prestage frostbite, judging by the dead woman lying in the bed and the man I found outside; this boy is now an orphan.
