All animation templates

Endless front pages flash by — the camera stays locked on your words.

Type "Design 82, Code 64" — the bars grow themselves.

A slow mesh gradient that breathes — seamless, no cut.

Zero to your number, with the ring filling behind it.

Four-point stars blinking in and out of the dark.

RGB split, torn scanlines, a signal that keeps dropping out.

The line draws itself and the dot lands on the last point.

Neon grid running to the horizon, sun setting behind it.

A bar filling up, with the percentage riding on top.

Streaks, splashes, and the odd drop running down the glass.

Glass tube, wall glow, and one letter that never behaves.

Counted down from the bottom, medals for the podium.

A demoscene plasma, drawn in blocks, dots or ASCII.

Cards falling one second at a time.

The sun getting in at the edge of the film.

One word a screen, each one landing on the beat.

Bars fill, percentages tick, the winner gets crowned.

Diagonal bands sliding forever, barber-pole style.

Seven segments, off ones still faintly glowing.

A light chasing its way round the edge of the frame.

Garbage characters settling into your line, letter by letter.

The web unfolds axis by axis into your shape.

Columns of glyphs falling, the leading one burning white.

The number climbs, the sparkline follows, the badge lands.

The like button, pressed about four hundred times.

Bands of text sliding past each other, forever.

Every stage narrows, and the drop-off is written on it.

A honeycomb lighting up in travelling waves.

Days, hours, minutes, seconds — all shrinking at once.

Petals turning over as they fall, catching the light.

Written out in front of you, nib and all.

A year of squares lighting up, week by week.

Dots drifting, linking up whenever they get close.

A wedge of colour eating itself, minute by minute.

Hand-drawn circles and arrows, scribbled on in real time.

Typing dots, then the message lands. Repeat.

Two bars growing from the middle, and one of them wins.

Rays turning out of the centre, comic-book style.

The number lands, the rays fire, the badge stamps down.

Stars streaming past the windscreen at warp.

An iris opening on whatever comes next.

A straight edge crossing the frame at your angle.

Slats thickening until the next shot is all there is.

One shot shoving the other out of frame.

Punching straight through into the next shot.

A heart, a star, a diamond — swallowing the frame.

Colour channels drifting apart, then snapping back.

Ripping the page off to show the next one.

One loaded brush swiped across the frame.

Scattering into pixels and reassembling.

Letters dropping in and bouncing on landing.

A light travelling across the words.

The follower count rolling up to the milestone.

The mercury climbing towards the target.

One bar, split by share, filling left to right.

Thin stems with a dot at the end of each.

Slow smoke drifting up through the frame.

Manga action lines shooting past the subject.

Soft colour blobs drifting through each other.

Arms winding in, turning forever.

Letters raining down and landing with a thud.

A line draws itself while the fill sweeps in below.

Layered swells rolling past each other.

Words on a ring, spinning like a badge.

Dots bounce in one by one, each with a ripple.

Warm sparks wandering through the dark.

One line, one word that keeps changing.

Milestones light up as a glow sweeps the axis.

A wave rolling through printed dots.

Words rattling like the ground is moving.

Circles fade in and overlap, the middle breathing.

Signals racing down copper traces.