シン 縦型アニメドラマ制作日記

AIとおじさん一人で作る縦型アニメドラマ。 ZERO POINT 全8話・完結。 恋ちゃんのご飯 全6話・完結。制作の裏側もつぶやきます。 Youtube :Shinmoon Films

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@tapehead_Lab すごい！

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ノリ��リPV「雨、死ね。」　#anime #animation #アニメ #アニメーション #norinori 　#AIアニメ #縦型動画 #個人制作 https://t.co/1XtWUfjrvL @YouTubeより

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言えた！

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元カノ？

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兵器？

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ネコ

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��？？

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@yk4600972319091 残念ながら撤退

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新しい展開先を試し中！ https://t.co/sUE3Sv89CF

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@yk4600972319091 投稿して1週間経ったので感想。ここはあまり活動している温度を感じない。投稿者も運営も。早晩サ終かなあ。

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一番訳わからないだろう第八話

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ZERO POINT 総集編　この世界はシミュレーションなのか？　#AIアニメ #縦型アニメ #泣けるアニメ #SFアニメ #生成AI #個人制作 https://t.co/M0kg387Rkr @YouTubeより

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生成AIは誰とも相談せず��、好きなストーリーを綴れる筆だと思ってる。協働制作は尊いが、出し切ると誰かを傷つける。自分も跳ね返って傷つく。つい我慢してしまう。

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AIクリエイター界隈の在り方のツイートを見たが、確かにボカロも生成AIも似た根っこがあると思う。既存の筆を使いこなせた人から見ると「怖い」はず。ちょっと古い話題だが、3Dのゲームの台頭の頃も似た雰囲気だった。ドットで動かしていた人からすると、��ルいと言われた。

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@mtt_75058 これは行くな

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@roco_kn_roco センスがまたすごいでしゅ👍

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しゅごい

[Roco @ AIアニメ @roco_kn_roco]

short MV

『黒い海に��むまで』

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@Hailuo_AI
#minimaxH3

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@ShadeLurk 構成もすてきです！

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しゅごい

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Seedance 2.5 @SJinn_Agent PR
30sポン出しです
セリフが長すぎて途中でストーリーが切られた版ですが動きはこちらの方が好みだったのでこちらにしました

prompt:
An image-to-video clip, 30 seconds, dark opulent gothic fantasy anime style — rich red-black-gold palette, luminous teal and violet accents, intricate filigree, dramatic lighting. No background music. This prompt directs only motion, camera and staging; all dialogue is in English. The entire story unfolds from a magical clockwork pop-up tome on a night desk; every scene change is a metallic page-turn (shhk) of thin engraved brass plates. 0.0-0.8s — static macro shot at mug-height: warm lamplight upper left, cold moonlight rim right; a massive antique leather tome with an ornate brass clock-face cover shudders once, golden light leaking from its page edges. 0.8-1.6s — punch-in to the clasp: tiny gears rotate like lock tumblers and it springs open, ka-chak; the cover rises on hidden hinges. 1.6-2.9s — the cover swings 180 degrees and a clockwork city rises from the gutter: massed golden gears lift and interlock in tiers, engraved brass plates unfold into gothic clock towers, pendulums drop into swing, a rich tick-tock chorus swelling; slow half-orbit at tabletop height. 2.9-3.7s — in one frame every gear locks and every pendulum halts; the whirring dies to absolute silence; one motionless beat. 3.7-5.0s — the central gear rises like an elevator carrying the white-haired rabbit girl up in a swirl of golden light-dust; she lands in a crouch, ears snapping upright, turns a full panicked circle, crimson coat flaring — Rabbit girl: "Oh no, oh no! The clocks — ALL the clocks have stopped!" — push-in to her stricken face. 5.0-5.7s — the page turns itself, shhk, lamplight flaring through the plate, wiping the frame. 5.7-6.8s — a mountain of stacked gears assembles tier by tier; at its summit the mother-gear, engraved with roman numerals, turns with majestic slowness; camera tilts up the slope. 6.8-8.2s — from the page's shadow, glossy black ink flows upward and gathers into the ink sorceress — hooded liquid cloak, gold trim, two violet eyes with clock-hand pupils, frozen watches and violet butterflies tangled in her trail; she glides to the summit and raps the mother-gear with her bent golden clock-hand staff, tik. 8.2-9.2s — black ink crawls across the gear in branching vines and it grinds dead; ink tendrils race down the cliffs, freezing pendulums in a spreading domino of silence — Narrator (warm storybook voice): "For a wicked sorceress had poured her ink into the heart of time itself." 9.2-10.0s — the sorceress pirouettes, funnels back into shadow with a giggle, one violet eye winking last; a lone ink drop falls from the gear in slow motion. 10.0-10.7s — shhk: the spread rises into a child's bedroom bookshelf in miniature — antique spines in wine, navy and gold, a tiny working oil lamp. 10.7-11.8s — tracking along the middle shelf: the rabbit girl hauls a miniature copy of the tome half her size, wedges it between storybooks, pats it twice, slips behind a bookend — Rabbit girl (whispering): "She'll find it. She always finds the good books." 11.8-12.9s — the girl in blue rises into frame like an ascending bookmark, rendered as a printed illustration with delicately torn paper edges; her flat hand tips the tiny tome out; it opens and golden light fans across her printed face. 12.9-14.0s — the light widens into a doorway: brass arches unfold like a camera iris, gears spinning along the frame — the girl pops from print to dimension in one breath, layers springing forward, blue eyes blinking awake, playing cards and white butterflies scattering; the rabbit girl leaps out and catches her hand. 14.0-15.0s — Rabbit girl: "No time to explain — well, actually, there's NO time at all! Come on!" — they leap together into the iris of light, light-dust and gear-sparks sucked in after them. 15.0-15.7s — shhk: wipe to dark splendor — a banquet table rises on columns of turning gears, black lace runner rolling out, towers of red-and-gold bone-china teacups teetering but never falling; the two heroines rise seated at the near end. 15.7-17.1s — at the far end the lady in the checkered top hat rises, elegant, a jeweled clockwork medallion on the hat's band, white butterflies at her shoulders; she pours from a silver teapot: glowing golden gears tumble out, ting, and roll the table's length to the girl's saucer — Lady: "Spare parts! Time always needs spare parts — take them, take them!" — her medallion chiming once. 17.1-18.6s — violet butterflies spiral inward above the table and condense into the grinning cat — luminous grin first, then teal eyes, then sleek black body, pendulum tail; one paw sweeps and a ribbon of glowing butterflies settles into a lit path toward the dark gear-mountain on the next page — Cat (purring): "The sorceress is that-a-way. Do wind her up nicely~". 18.6-19.4s — the cat dissolves in reverse until only the grin remains, swinging once; a teacup tower topples and the lady catches it one-handed without looking. 19.4-20.0s — the girl pockets the gears with a determined nod; the page corner lifts, light flaring through the engraving. 20.0-20.9s — the confrontation spread rises: the ink-frozen mother-gear looms and the sorceress surges up before it, cloak spreading like wings, pupils narrowing; low angle from behind the skidding heroines. 20.9-21.8s — quick inserts: the girl slotting the golden gears one-two-three into a brass socket, each flaring alight; the sorceress lunging, ink stretching into claws. 21.8-22.6s — a giant golden winding key rises between the heroines; they grip it, feet braced — Both: "One... two... WIND!" — the claw a hair from their backs. 22.6-23.7s — one full turn: the mother-gear shatters its black shell, shards spinning off as sparks; a wave of warm gold races back along every ink vine, and the whole gear-city shudders alive in sequence, pendulums swinging, a rolling tick-tock chorus as the camera pulls back fast. 23.7-24.5s — the sorceress's cloak unravels into harmless streamers; tiny gears whirl around her, cha-chak, and she shrinks into a small disgruntled ink-stained cuckoo bird. 24.5-25.0s — the rabbit girl posts the bird through the door of a gilt cuckoo clock; it snaps shut and instantly chirps "cuckoo!"; the heroines high-five against the shining mother-gear. 25.0-26.2s — the restored city glows, every gear turning: the pair bow on the central gear, the lady raises her teapot, the floating grin swings like a hammock trailing butterflies, golden light-motes drifting down; camera descends from tower height. 26.2-27.4s — the rabbit girl swings her friend once in a happy circle — Rabbit girl: "Thank you! Time flies — so you'd best fly home before bedtime!" — the girl waves to each friend, medallion chiming, grin bobbing. 27.4-28.3s — the girl steps into the brass doorway and folds from dimension back into print, layers closing like a fan, edges returning to torn paper; she slides down into the pages like a bookmark, her flat hand waving last. 28.3-29.4s — the city sinks and folds in reverse birth order, cha-shunk, cha-shunk; the rabbit girl rides the last great gear down, saluting, ears folding from view last. 29.4-30.0s — the cover closes, the clasp's gears lock, ka-chak; the camera settles into the exact opening macro framing — one muffled "tick... tock." from inside, the cover's hands twitching once; faint gold letters gleam: THE END; end on the quiet book.