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my spirit forest is mostly complete! just need to move a few more things around in the save editor, redecorate villager homes, etc. my let’s play series of this town will end this Saturday, but I’ll continue to post dream town tours every week and other new, fun Nintendo games!

please visit and tag me if you do! I’ve had so much fun building this town! (ôヮô)

Warning; idiots in love

Originally posted by jaerins

Everyone had one.

That one person you couldn’t quite put a finger on; not really a friend but not quite anything more or less. There was always that one person in your life that just questions your decisions; just their existence affect you to the core. You, like everyone else had that person. He wasn’t your boyfriend, but you had thought of it sometimes.

He was your friend— well maybe not quite.

You wouldn’t quite call him your friend, maybe an acquaintance would fit the description better?

He was your idea of a perfect man. He was funny—damnit was he funny, and he always had a smile on his face no matter how much the person in front of him pisses him off. He was always in control of any situation given to him. He used to play basketball and when you were younger, you would always pretend as if you were passing by when in reality you knew he would be playing. If he knew, he never pointed it out. He would simply waved and asked you if you wanted to join his friends to eat, because his friends were yours. The two of you were acquaintance.

You first met him in one of your minor classes but you had known him even before that. He was that guy in your university.

The ‘it’ guy.

Christian never understood it, or he never actually tried to.

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June’s Featured Game: Living Playground: The Witch’s Puppets

DEVELOPER(S): Meaka
ENGINE: RPGMaker XP 
GENRE: Supernatural, Puzzle
WARNINGS:   Both implied and shown violence to the children, Emotional abuse, Blood
SUMMARY: With what starts as a simple day at the park, siblings Tony, Pablo, and Octavio are once again caught up in a series of strange circumstances such as strange pocket dimensions, coordinated monsters, and more geese than anyone could ever want to see in their lives. Stranded with them are Haze and Seal, two witches who seem to be connected with whatever nonsense is going down. As witches tend to be.In the simplest of terms, this game is about friendship and relating to others, both the good and the bad. With an unfortunate focus on the bad. It will be mostly straightforward with only one ending. 

Download the demo here!

Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!

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DenNor - Take Me Out

Because only Norway can throw out quick insults in the way that he can, and only Denmark can turn it into flirting.


“He’s as ineffectual at teaching as he is at keeping his eyebrows at normal human proportions.” The mutter from the man slouched beside him made Søren bark out a laugh, earning him a glare from the bumbling man at the front. He covered his mouth with a palm and shrugged apologetically, and earned a smirk from the culprit of his laughter.

“So, um, as I was saying- yes- there is a field trip organised for the students where they will, uh-“ The blond man shuffled through his notes at his podium, frowning down at them, and Søren inclined his head to his neighbour as discreetly as he could manage.

“He’s English, isn’t he? Maybe that explains why he’s such a tight arse with giving kids so much work. No offence meant to English people, of course, but still. Who’d think six-year-olds would be impressed by Shakespeare?” The Dane glanced over at him for the first time, and was pleasantly surprised at how well he wore that unimpressed, unbothered look. The man met his gaze, and the corner of his lips turned up.

“Idiots, clearly. My little brother wants to read the Icelandic family sagas but seeing as how he can barely read past the first chapter of Harry Potter, I don’t expect him to read anything quite so advanced. Mr Kirkland, however…” His lip curled in a derisive sneer as his eyes settled upon the teacher before them, and Søren abandoned any pretence of listening to the lecture to instead focus on the vision before him.

“The Icelandic family sagas, huh? Smart kid you’ve got there. Which one is he?”

His companion straightened, leaning in further towards Søren and dropping his voice to a dreamy murmur. “Emil. The little one, with the white hair and glasses. Before you ask, yes, he has albinism. We buy sun cream in bulk.” Søren let out a soft noise of disbelief, and earned a questioning frown in response.

“No way! I’m Peter’s uncle- his dad couldn’t make it tonight, so the asshole lumbered me with this instead.” The stranger sat up in his chair, eyes suddenly more focused on Søren, who pressed on. “I’ve met Emil before, when I’ve been over at Berwald’s and he’s there with Peter after school- he’s a funny little kid.” He realised the implications his words may have after he’d already spoken, but was interrupted from apologising by a soft laugh.

“He is. Too serious and earnest for his age- not to mention him being as grumpy as an old man- but he’s sweet and sensitive, and I love him to the bones.” There was pride in his words, and Søren was mesmerised at the sudden emotion in the man’s eyes. He shook his head suddenly as if waking himself from a daydream, and offered Søren a slender, calloused hand. “Sigve Nilsen. You don’t look much like Berwald.”

Søren shook his hand in earnest, and wondered if Sigve, too, had held on a moment too long just as he had. “Nah, I’m the good looking one. Søren Andersen. Nice to meetcha.”

They were interrupted when a man further down the road leaned forwards with a glare and a finger to his lips, followed by a swift zipping motion over his downturned lips. His performance earned raised eyebrows from the two before the brunette woman beside him slapped his arm and pulled him back, throwing them a dazzling smile in apology. Sigve turned to face him once more, his dour expression a contrast to Søren’s confusion at the entirely silent interaction.

“Roderich Edelstein,” Sigve whispered to him, distaste for the man clear in his tone. “Passionate believer in the educational stance of Mr Kirkland, no matter how ridiculous it may be. At least his wife has more sense than he does.” He rolled his eyes and Søren seized his chance, shifting closer to him with a proposition in mind.

“Hey, why don’t we get out of here? It’s not like we’ll be missing much- unless you’re enthralled by his droning.” Sigve raised his eyebrows, a smile playing around his lips as he shook his head, and Søren pressed on. “I’ll buy you a drink. That’s me hoping that you’re single and willing to listen to me for an hour or two.”

Sigve regarded him coolly with those pensive cobalt eyes, and Søren’s heart lurched as his companion mulled over his decision. After what felt like an age he shrugged carelessly, grabbing his coat and standing in one motion.

“An hour or two? I’ll give you a little longer than that, if you’re more interesting than that dolt.”

As a grinning Søren took the hand Sigve graciously offered and let him lead him out of the assembly hall, said dolt let them leave without argument. Søren had to admit he was disappointed at the resigned silence, in the hopes that if he did speak out against them, he could’ve been entertained at whatever biting response Sigve would conjure up.


“Considering you asked me if I’m single, I’m assuming you are too.” Sigve was the first to bring his proposition up, eyes focused on the ice he tilted back and forth in his glass of whisky. Søren found himself propping his chin in the palm of his hand and gazing at the man opposite him, unable to tear his eyes away from the beauty before him. As if aware of his stare, Sigve met his eyes with a question. “Danish?”

“And proud. Copenhagen born and bred. Christianhavn to be exact, but I’m not fussy.” He couldn’t help his grin, and Sigve rolled his eyes.

“Of course you are. Lillehammer. Before you ask, yes, I’m a recreational skier.” Søren closed his mouth, and Sigve snorted with mirth. “You’re predictable, if nothing else.”

“Nothing else? You wound me, Sigve.” The Dane clutched a hand to his chest, and Sigve’s smile grew. “You could’ve added handsome and charming to that, but you left that to me instead. I’m insulted!”

Possibly as a response to this, Sigve signalled to the bartender for another drink. “I’d have to be a great deal drunker to admit to that.”

“Oh, admit? So you agree that I’m handsome and charming?” That remark made Sigve’s smile grow, even if he shook his head in wonderment at Søren’s cockiness and downed his next drink in one.

“So, is it just you and the little guy?” His ego satiated for now, Søren switched the subject. It was an assumption, that Sigve was at the meeting in lieu of a parent just as he had been, but whatever question gave him more answers to the enigma of Sigve.

The other man nodded, staring ahead as he took a drink, then set the glass down with a sigh. “Yes. Just the two of us- our parents died a few years ago, so I’ve pretty much raised him. Thank the gods he’s adaptable, even if some of the kids in their class are little shits because of his albinism.” Sigve turned to face him, a smile playing around his lips. “Peter’s not, though. He’s been a good friend to Emil, and a good kid- just loud.”

Søren shrugged casually. “Probably from me. His heart’s in the right place, and I guess that’s from me as well.” He grinned at the Norwegian, fingers tracing the rim of the beer bottle. “Next one. Occupation?”

“Editor. Mostly fantasy novels, some historical ones.” Sigve stretched, tousling his hair back from his face. “You?”

“Financial advisor. I’m paid to tell people how to spend their money. It’s a beautiful irony, isn’t it?”

“That people would trust you to tell them what to do with their money? I’d say so.” Søren opened his mouth to protest the injustice, but Sigve cut over him with a smoothness he could only dream of. “Age?”

“Twenty-seven,” he answered, huffing at Sigve’s interruption and leaning back on his stool to appraise him again. “You’re… twenty-five. Aries?”

“Close. Taurus, if you believe in all that shit.” Sigve glanced over to him, and his mouth fell open in disbelief. “You do. What are you, a teenage girl?”

Søren held his hands up in defence, shrugging along the way. “That’s a stereotype. So what if I’m bored and read horoscopes? I gotta know if a friendship will be tested, or sudden luck is coming my way in work. Plus, if my star sign is compatible with any cute strangers I might meet.” He grinned at him, and though Sigve shook his head in distaste at his admission, he couldn’t quite hide his own small smile. Søren couldn’t tear his eyes away from him, and settled his chin in his palm once more, studying Sigve as he took another drink.

The sloping planes of Sigve’s face, from his high cheekbones to pointed chin, had Søren enthralled: how could he be expected to ignore the astounding looks of the man before him? It was all he could do to stop himself from reaching out and running his fingers through Sigve’s hair, to see if those platinum waves were as soft as they looked.

“So.” Sigve’s sudden voice jerked him from his reverie, and he tapped his long fingers against his glass, suddenly coy. “You never answered me when I made the assumption that you’re single.”

There was a silky quality to his words, and perhaps it was just the dim lights of the bar that gave his eyes that mischievous glint, but Søren was transfixed at his boldness. Matters weren’t helped when Sigve leaned forwards, their faces only inches apart as his fingers brushed over Søren’s hand.

“It would be a shame if you weren’t,” Sigve breathed, his breath warm and intoxicating against Søren’s cheek, “since I’m considering asking you to spend the night with me.”

The bustling noise of the bar and its occupants were forgotten as Søren met Sigve’s gaze, fighting the urge to swallow and let his incredulity show. The Norwegian’s lips were poised in that now-familiar smirk and he allowed Søren to cup his face in one large hand, leaning into his touch without breaking their steely gaze. Søren could only sigh, and leaned in to brush his nose against Sigve’s own, tantalisingly close to giving him what he wanted.

“Your place or mine?” he murmured, and Sigve’s face broke into a shockingly lovely grin. His hand covered the one Søren had placed against his cheek and he threaded their fingers together, slipping from his barstool to tug Søren out of the bar and into the frigid night.

He kissed him first in the back of the taxi, reaching out to thread his hands through Søren’s unruly hair and tug him down to him. Sigve’s lips were cold and chapped but really, how could he complain in the beauty of this moment? Søren only deepened their kiss, their tongues brushing together amidst Sigve’s wanton moans, and fervently hoped the driver was exceeding the speed limit.

They only broke their frantic kissing when they finally reached Sigve’s home, but Søren’s lips were on his neck as the Norwegian fumbled with his keys, hands gripping his hips and pulling him back against him. He chuckled when Sigve lost his patience and elbowed him away, finally slotting his key in place and twisting it. The door swung open with a creak and Sigve turned to face him, his swollen lips a lovely shady of crimson and his eyes hazy with lust.

“Upstairs and first door to the left,” he ordered, pulling Søren inside and fiddling with the locks. The Dane left him to it and bounded up the stairs, giddy with delight at what was to come as his fingers went to work unbuttoning his shirt.

Sigve’s bedroom was nondescript in the darkness, a double bed cutting the room in half while a dressing table loomed in the corner. He paid little heed to them, instead throwing himself back on the bed as the springs groaned in protest, kicking his shoes off as he went. It was only when Sigve appeared at the door, raising his eyebrows in admiration at Søren’s bare chest, that realisation hit the Dane.

“Hey- Emil’s not here, is he?” The whereabouts of Sigve’s brother suddenly came to mind, only for his question to be met with a derisive snort.

“In this empty house, where I’m bringing a stranger home? Absolutely not, idiot. He’s at my aunt’s for the night.” Sigve shook his head in wonderment at his question but Søren shrugged off his judgement with a grin, opening his arms out to him.

“Just checking. Didn’t want to freak him out with all the noises that’ll be coming out of this room tonight, you know? Now come over here, will you?”

The Norwegian man rolled his eyes but paced over to him, as if he were a cat stalking his prey. Sigve pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion as he went, and Søren barely had time to admire the ripple of his muscles before Sigve was straddling him, hands frantically scrabbling at his belt as he kissed him with passion Søren had never experienced until that blinding moment.


He awoke to aching muscles and a warm weight at his side, another body joining him in a chorus of soft breaths in this unfamiliar bed. Søren had barely opened his eyes, running a hand over his face with a groan, before a low voice cut through his muddled thoughts.

“Did you stay to be a gentleman, or did I just wake up first?”

Sigve’s voice was murmur as he raised his head to face Søren, running a hand through his hair. The soft waves of last night were curlier now, though by no means less attractive- though Søren’s eyes were drawn to the dark marks cascading down Sigve’s neck and collarbone, the blooming burgundy stains a sign of his own enthusiasm at Sigve being laid bare and inviting before him. The Norwegian’s eyes followed his, and snorted when they reached the source of Søren’s distraction.

“You’re a passionate one, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question as much as a blunt statement from the man now rubbing at his bruised neck, but Søren suddenly grinned, full of gusto at the events of the previous night.

“Could you complain? Probably- no, definitely not. Passionate, a very giving lover, and definitely gentlemanly enough to stay and wake up with you.” Sigve arched an eyebrow, and Søren’s smugness only grew. “Bet you’re glad you accepted that drink. I know I am.”

The weak morning sunlight illuminated Sigve’s hair like a halo, and his smile was a thousand times gentler than anything Søren could’ve dreamt of. He raised a hand and pushed the Dane’s hair back from his forehead, then slid his fingers down to cup his chin and tilt it up towards him.

“Emil won’t be back until this afternoon, so I suppose you could stay a while longer.” Sigve paused and studied Søren’s face, expression unreadable. He drew an abstract, distracted pattern into Søren’s cheek, before tracing his lips with a fingertip. “If you want to, that is.”

“Hmm…” Søren stretched like a cat, the motion a temporary reprieve to the stiffness of his back. He let the silence extend as he pretended to deliberate, holding back a grin until the first signs of irritation appeared on Sigve’s features and he could tease him no longer. “Go on, then. I’ll make you breakfast, for the hospitality you showed me last night. And if it lets me admire your gorgeous face a little longer, how can I say no?”

His cheerful remark earned him a snort, and then a kiss- first just a brush of Sigve’s lips over his. and then a proper kiss, their mouths moving together in perfect synchronisation. Søren tangled his hands in Sigve’s hair and pulled him down, intent on keeping him there forever: and if he couldn’t have that, now, in this moment, was good enough for him.

They dressed and made it downstairs, eventually. When Sigve made a beeline for the coffee machine as soon as they reached the kitchen, Søren couldn’t help but laugh, earning him a dirty look from the so typically Norwegian man. Still, his judgement clearly hadn’t caused Sigve to feel any long-term resentment, as a mug was set before him as Sigve slid into the opposite seat.

“Milk and sugar are on the sideboard, if you don’t know how coffee should be drank,” he commented airily and, for fear of judgement, Søren settled for the Americano Sigve had gifted him. Raising the mug to his lips, he flashed Sigve a quick grin, who merely stared at him blankly. “How are you so bright? It’s the morning.”

“My behaviour isn’t weird just because you’re not a morning person,” he informed him loftily, and Sigve scowled at him. A pleasant silence stretched out between them and Søren found himself staring out the kitchen window, suddenly entranced by the way the weak morning light illuminated the spider’s webs crisscrossing the panes of glass.

“Last night was fun,” he said suddenly, turning to Sigve with another grin. Sigve stared at him, and he elaborated. “Not just, y’know, the sex, which was pretty amazing, I gotta say. I mean just talking to you, and hanging out, and making fun of that dumbass. I enjoyed it.”

Sigve set his coffee down, resting his chin upon his palm and watching Søren. He wondered briefly if he’d said something wrong, or Sigve was merely mulling over his own thoughts on the matter. Silence reigned, until Sigve pushed his chair back with a squeal, moving around the table to perch on Søren’s thighs.

The warm weight of Sigve in his lap was a major distraction from his cooling coffee, and he abandoned it on the table to snake his arms around the Norwegian’s waist, pulling him close and allowing Sigve to lean down and capture his mouth in a deep kiss once more. When they broke away for air, Søren pulled back just enough to press his forehead to Sigve’s, closing his eyes and feeling Sigve’s cold hands entangle themselves in his hair.

“Are you happy?” Sigve’s whispered question was abrupt, and Søren opened his eyes to meet Sigve’s own, so close that he could see the indigo in them. “Because I am. Don’t ask me why, or to elaborate, I just… am.”

“With me?” His voice was just as low, but he wondered if Sigve could hear the hope and not just the surprise of his own query. If he could, he didn’t show it; he only nodded, and Søren wondered if it was embarrassment that made him hug Søren’s head to his chest, or if it was a way to hide his flushed face. He was a man who seemed hard to read, or hesitant to express his true feelings on this matter, whatever they may be.

Søren didn’t care- he only tightened his arm around Sigve’s waist, suddenly grinning, and got a light slap against the back of his head for his troubles.

“Let me breathe, idiot. I can’t with you trying to crush me.” Søren did as he was told but instead of more complaints, Sigve delivered a kiss, feather-light, to the bridge of his nose. The previous subject appeared to have been dropped, but right now, nothing more needed to be said.

Their heads snapped around at the sound of the key turning in the front door, and Sigve slid from his lap as it swung open, a child striding in and swinging a backpack from one hand.

“Sigve, Aunt Anna said to tell you- “

Emil froze in the doorway, dropping his backpack at his feet as he stared at the two. Evidently, he was as shocked at Søren’s presence as the Dane himself felt- and Sigve, the pale skin of his face and chest now flushed scarlet, cut through the tension by striding to his brother and sweeping him up into a hug.

“Why are you home so early, Little One? Did you miss me too much?” Sigve kissed the crown of his head and Emil allowed him, allowing Sigve to take his silence as agreement. It didn’t shift the frown from his face, though, but Sigve appeared to ignore this. “I had to listen to your teacher last night. You were right- he is an idiot.” The ghost of a smile played on Emil’s lips at that remark, but vanished when his eyes focused on Søren.

“What’s up, little man?” he asked breezily, grinning at him. Emil regarded Søren suspiciously, squinting at him and staying silently rooted to the spot. Sigve glanced down at him, and made an irritated noise in the back of his throat.

“Why are you not wearing your glasses? You know you can’t see without them, Little One.” Emil glanced up at him beseechingly, but Sigve’s expression remained stern. “Go on. Are they in your bag?”

The boy heaved a sigh, and Søren watched Sigve’s eyes narrow. Nonetheless, Emil reluctantly reached into his backpack and pulled out said glasses, slipping them onto his face with a disgruntled expression. Sigve nodded in satisfaction, before turning to a sheepish Søren.

“You know Søren, don’t you, Emil? Peter’s uncle?”

“Yeah.” Tilting his head to one side, Emil’s moody expression remained. “Why are you here?”

The bluntness of his question had Søren taken aback, and he glanced over to meet Sigve’s neutral expression, eyes trained on him as if daring him to say what they’d been up to. For fear of incurring his wrath and scarring Emil for life, Søren went with an easy lie.

“Just hanging out with your brother. Complaining about Mr Kirkland, mostly. You’re definitely onto something about him being an idiot, Emil. Tell me- are those really his eyebrows?” Finally, he’d cracked it- at the mention of the monstrosities Mr Kirkland passed off as facial hair, Emil smiled.

“I dunno. They’re funny when he talks.” The boy paused and ran his gaze over Søren’s face, settling on his own eyebrows. “Yours are kinda big too- and why are they black, if you have blond hair?”

His innocent statement had Sigve sniggering, fingers pressed over his mouth at Søren’s injured expression. Emil seemed to realise the bluntness of his words and blushed a deep crimson, a startling contrast to his snowy hair, but Søren was grinning before the child could stammer out any attempt at an apology.

“Don’t ask me: they just appeared like this. You never know, kid, you could wake up one morning with eyebrows like mine.” Emil raised an eyebrow in a way scarily reminiscent of the brother standing behind him, and Søren shrugged off his scepticism. “Maybe not. Who knows?”

“I hope not,” might’ve been Emil’s mumble, but he changed the subject before either of them could question it. “Are you making breakfast? I smell coffee.”

“And that’s not for you,” Sigve cut in smoothly, resting a hand on his brother’s head. “Not for a few years, anyway.” The Norwegian very pointedly ignore Søren’s incredulous look, and instead met his brother’s gaze. “Why, would you like something?”

“Maybe. Depends what it is. I’ve already had breakfast.” His tone implied he wouldn’t turn down another meal, and Emil turned to look at Søren. “Are you going to stay?”

It wasn’t a question of impatience, merely curiosity, and Søren swallowed. Sigve was staring at him with an unreadably expression and when neither of them answered, Emil addressed to his brother.

“Sigve? Is Søren having breakfast with us?” There was a pregnant pause before Sigve answered him, voice low and cautious.

“If you’d like him to.”

Emil nodded, suddenly bashful, and Søren felt his heart lurch at the gesture. He swallowed again, but found he didn’t have to work to put the smile on his face.

“I guess that settles it,” he said lightly, and was rewarded with a tentative smile from Emil, once which he responded to in full.

Sigve’s hand made its way from Emil’s head to his shoulder, pressing down lightly. “Go upstairs and put your things away, Little One. You can set the table when you come down.” Emil obliged, scampering past Søren and out of the room. Neither of them spoke until the child’s thundering footsteps had disappeared, presumably to his own room.

They were silent, until Søren faced him with raised eyebrows and an unimpressed look. Sigve frowned at him, and the Dane heaved a great sigh.

“Making him set the table? I’d call that slave labour, making a poor kid do that.”

“Quiet, you. Why raise a child if you don’t use them to do chores you don’t want to do?” Søren couldn’t help his laugh, and Sigve’s face softened. “I think he likes you.”

“Can’t see why he wouldn’t. I have that effect on people. You know, I don’t think one-night stands usually last this long- not that I’m complaining,” he added quickly at Sigve’s arched eyebrows. “I’m not complaining, just remarking. It’s nice, right now, hanging out with you two.”

“I suppose you’re right. I didn’t expect you to see Emil today, but I suppose that can’t be helped.” Sigve lapsed into silence, and sighed. “So, what now?”

“What do you mean?” Søren’s eyebrows drew together in a frown, and Sigve gave another light sigh before he spoke again.

“I mean, what happens now we’ve done this? You stay with us for breakfast, maybe a while longer, but then…?” He made his way over to Søren who rose from his chair, a few inches on Sigve in height. Sigve was staring at him, awaiting an answer, quiet and solemn and questioning.

“I don’t know.” For all his confidence and cheer, Søren found himself at a genuine loss. After a moment’s pause he let one hand rest, as gentle as can be, against Sigve’s neck and raised his eyes to meet the Norwegian’s questioning gaze. “I’d like to be like this. Just being around you, enjoying each other’s company like we are now. If something happens, it happens, but for now-” He broke off, and waited for the response.

Sigve frowned, his lips slightly parted- but, just as Søren’s worry began to grow, he nodded approvingly with the briefest of smiles. As Søren stroked the soft skin of his neck, Sigve moved his hand to the other’s face, thumb stroking over the rough stubble and sharp jaw. “I like now. I can live with now.”

And, for Søren, that was enough for him.


anonymous asked:

I bet Host is a lovely ballroom dancer. And Doctor, do you like swing? Swing is my favorite

(Host would be an excellent ballroom dancer when he trusts his partner enough to feel comfortable being so close, but I assume he would’ve learned all kinds of different dances as the Author. Now all I can see is Host teaching the others to dance…)

“No, Wilford. You can’t just stomp around however you please. There are precise movements that you must follow,” Host says gently, demonstrating once again on his own for the others to see. “And Ed, please don’t strangle your partner.”

Ed currently has Doc in a choke-hold for trying to lead, but Dr. Iplier elbows him in the sternum, causing Ed to release him. “You can’t lead if you’re always stepping all over my feet!”

Amy giggles and awkwardly leads Bim through the steps again. “See? It isn’t so hard once you get the hang of it.”

Bim blushes. “I guess I just think too hard.”

Wilford starts swinging Kat around again, and the editor starts protesting loudly, “Wilford, you’re going to make me sick! Behave!” Wilford makes a face and replicates Host’s movements perfectly. Kathryn smiles. “There, now. Was that so hard?”

“What are you doing in here? I’ve been looking all over…” Dark storms into the studio and then stops. “And I thought I’d seen everything…” He smiles and laughs a little, folding his hands behind his back. “I’m afraid, Host, that you’ll get nowhere with these bunch of flapping ducks. Here,” Dark snaps his fingers, and music plays over the studio’s speakers. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

Dark snags Amy from Bim as she protests, but at Dark’s touch, Amy feels the control over her own body slip away. Dark moves them both into position, textbook perfection, and leads her through the motions with ease. Amy finds herself matching him move for move, precise symmetry.

It’s an oddly beautiful sight, the same way a thunderstorm is both beautiful and terrifying. Bim moves to get Amy back, but the Doctor stops him, shaking his head. It’s no use fighting him. He might hurt Amy.

Dark dips Amy until her hair brushes the floor, spins her up and away from him, before flicking his wrist and drawing her back into the crook of his arm, against his chest, with a poisoned smirk. “And that’s how it’s done.”

Dark releases Amy, and she stumbles to regain her own balance. The other Egos and Kathryn watch him go in silence, and Amy shudders. “He ruins everything.”

Getting Black Hair in DAI!

Ok, so @roguelioness was wondering how to get black hair for her characters in DAI, and I thought I figured putting together a quick little guide with pictures and stuff would be the most helpful. So here you are!

First, you will need to download the DAI CLI Save Editor by ricco19 at the Nexus. It’s a really neat tool that lets you manually adjust the colors of several aspects of your character, from make-up to hair and eye color. The save editor isn’t a mod, so you can save it in a separate folder from your mods. I put mine in its own folder.

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What was it like to work with Bernardo Bertolucci on a film as epic and ambitious as The Last Emperor?

I first met Bernardo at Cannes when I was there for Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence. Oshima introduced me to him at a party, and he was talking on and on about this movie he was producing, which was The Last Emperor. Then, after some years, I got a phone call. Then a script was sent to me, and I was told to go to China immediately … but as an actor. When I read the script I saw that my character, Amakasu, commits hara-kiri. That didn’t sit well with me. It was symbolic of this traditionalist Japanese stereotype that I don’t really like. It was kind of inconceivable for someone [as modern as] him at the time to commit suicide by seppuku. I thought it wasn’t right for the film, which was trying to be a historical tale. Amakasu is a fascinating character because, although he’s a fascistic military person well-known for killing anarchists, he lives in Paris before going to Manchukuo. Also, in the film, his office is decorated with a very futurist and modernist design. I was able to talk this through and finally convince Bernardo to change the sword to a gun.

During the shooting, there were a lot of Chinese-American actors, coming from California mainly, but they were working inside the actual Forbidden City. They had these traditional Chinese hairstyles, these long queues, and this hairstyle was so strange for someone to have after the revolution in Chinese society. So the Chinese people thought they looked like ghosts from the old world and really hated watching those guys walk around in the palace. It was so funny.

When shooting was done in China, we did interior shooting at Cinecittà. I saw Marcello Mastroianni there, walking in the yard with a cigar—it was unreal. After shooting was done and a few months passed, I got a phone call from the producer about doing the music for the film.

You hadn’t planned on that originally?

No. I said, “Well, how long do I have?” And he said one week. One week for this giant, epic film! I asked for two weeks. Of course I was complaining, but one time Bertolucci had said, “Well, Ennio Morricone did it,” so I had to do it. I wrote forty-five music cues in one week. I found Chinese musicians around Tokyo and recorded them and then I brought everything to London. Just after arriving, I played the music for Bertolucci, the editor, and some other Italian crew members. I played a piece called “Rain” and they started holding each other and crying “Bellissimo! Bellissimo! Molto bellissimo!” This is the pleasure of working with Italian people. That is the reason I can’t stop working with people like Bertolucci.

I imagine the process changes from director to director, but do you enjoy immersing yourself in someone else’s creative universe when scoring a film?

To me, it’s always a struggle to work on film music because each filmmaker is very different and it’s almost impossible to satisfy someone completely by writing music. But I keep coming back because, as when I worked with the Italians, it can be the ultimate pleasure. It’s also good for me and for my music because it forces me to learn new things, like North African music for The Sheltering Sky, Chinese music for The Last Emperor, or Celtic music for Wuthering Heights. Each time is like a little journey into an unknown culture.

Sonic Memories: A Conversation with Ryuichi Sakamoto

I have a funeral to attend tomorrow (I reiterate my previously stated sentiment, that 2017 can fuck right off) and I should really be in bed right now but instead I’m playing the Sims trying to get the polyamory mod to work again because my insides are being unhappy (I am blaming stress/the continued barrage of grief at this point) and I cannot for the life of me focus on doing anything productive with my insomnia.

I still have 12 editor invites to send out here on tumblr to editor friends, but my brain is just not making the connections required to be socially engaged, it’s like there’s a line of code missing in my brain that goes:

Steps necessary to acquire the thing 1, 2, 3, ?, ?, THING

And I’m somewhere around ???!? and blinding frustration because I know it’s there, I know what I need to do I’m just failing spectacularly to do it. (Someone has recently pointed out to me that this is executive dysfunction and not just because I’m a lazy piece of shit—who knew?) Anyway, lets see how my attempt at modding the game works out this time.

It can’t be any worse than the first time I tried it. (x)

Fairy Tail’s ending

Well since everyone is giving their predictions on Fairy Tail’s ending. I thought I might as well throw my hat into the ring as well, but I’m going to do something a little different.


Lucy: Finished! I thought I’d never get done.

Lucy - now in her mid to late twenties - looks over the manuscript for her book titled “The Fairy’s Tail” and holds it up to the rising sun. It is now several years after the war with Alvarez. 

After showering and dressing for the day Lucy heads out of her apartment. She now owns the building, inheriting it from her former landlord a couple of years prior.

Lucy: Oops! Almost forgot!

She heads back inside and grabs Aquarius’ key from her nightstand. Her manuscript secure in her bag, she makes her way to the Fairy Tail guild hall. 

Magnolia has gotten much bigger over they years, becoming one of Fiore’s biggest tourist spots due to Fairy Tail. 

Upon entering the guild Lucy is greeted by everyone. After returning their greeting she proceeds to a table near the door which is where Levy is sitting, but not before a small child similar in appearance to Gray runs past her in nothing but his underwear. Juvia is hot on his heels with his clothes in hand, yelling at him to stop running away put his clothes back on.

Levy: Hey, Lu. What’s up? You look pretty tired.

Lucy: I pulled an all-nighter. *she smiles wide* But I finally finished it!

She holds up the manuscript to a shocked Levy. 

Levy: Really?! Let me see! Let me see!

Lucy promptly hands it over.

Levy: “The Fairy’s Tail” huh?

Lucy: I know. The title is still a work in process.

Levy: No. I like it. It’s nice and simple. Kind of draws you in. Are you sure you want me to be the first to read it?

Lucy: I made a promise didn’t I? Besides, you’re the best editor I know.

Levy chuckles.

Levy: I’m the only editor you know.

Lucy: That’s not true. Jason is an editor too. I just trust you more.

Levy: Well lucky me.

Suddenly a set of twins - a boy and a girl - resembling Levy and Gajeel pop up from under the table where Levy is sitting.

Twins: Hi, Aunt Lucy!

Lucy: Hey you two. Having fun?

Levy: I thought I told you two not to play around on the floor. Where are Jet and Droy?

Twin 1: Uncle Jet and Uncle Droy said they were tired.

Twin 2: They’re taking a break.

Levy looks over to her teammates. They were both huffing and puffing at a nearby table. When they spotted her they gave her a weak thumbs up, prompting an apologetic smile from Levy.

The twins start fixating on the manuscript.

Twin 1: What’s that, mommy?!

Twin 2: Yeah what’s that?!

Levy: This a book Aunt Lucy wrote. She’s been writing it since before you two were born.

Twins: Wow! Can we see it?

The pair look to Lucy with hopeful eyes. She smiles at them.

Lucy: I don’t see why not. Just don’t be too rough with it ok?

Twins: Ok!

Lucy: Where’s Gajeel?

Levy: On a job with Lily. They probably won’t be back until later this afternoon.

Lucy: Left you with the hard work, huh? *she laughs*

Levy: *sighs then smiles * I’m used to it by now.

Lucy: I’m going to say hi to Mira. Let me know what you think when you’re done.

Levy: Will do. See you later, Lu.

Twins: Bye, Aunt Lucy!

Lucy waves bye to the three and heads to the bar. 

Mirajane: Good morning, Lucy.

Lucy: Morning.

Mirajane: Finish the book?

Lucy: Yep. Just handed it over to Levy.

Mirajane: I hope you let me take a peek as well.

Lucy: *smiles* Of course.

Mirajane: I’m looking forward to it.

The two look over the guild. 

Juvia has finally succeeded in catching Gray’s mini-clone, bringing him back to the ice wizard in question, who coincidentally was also in his underwear, who was arguing about something with Lyon while Meldy looks on with a smile.  

Elfman and Evergreen - who have been married for around a year or so - are also arguing about something or other while Lisanna and Freed try to keep the peace.

Upstairs Fairy Tail’s new guild master, Laxus is talking to Makarov, Gildarts, Sting, Kagura - the new master of Mermaid Heel - and Ichiya - the new guild master of Blue Pegasus.

Wendy - now resembling her Edolas counterpart - and Carla are talking with Cana and Chelia at the bar.

Asuka - now in her early teens - is showing off her newest gun to her parents.

Romeo - who slightly resembles Natsu at the start of the manga with his clothing and wild hair - is talking to his father and Wakaba.

Warren - who has become rich from selling his Lacrima Phone designs - and Max - who is now in charge of Magnolia’s tourism board - are also speaking about something.

Finally the two of them spot Erza and Jellal - now a free man along with the rest of Crime Sorciere - sitting and talking near the stage.

Mirajane: Time sure flies doesn’t it?

Lucy: Yeah. It feels like only yesterday that I joined Fairy Tail. *she looks down at her guild mark, remembering all the adventures she had and the people she met over the years.*

Mirajane: Is it just me or is someone missing?

Lucy: Now that you mention it. Yeah. Where’s-

Just then the guild doors burst open, revealing Natsu and Happy.

Natsu and Happy: We’re here!

Lucy and Mirajane smile.

Mirajane: He certainly knows how to make an entrance.

Lucy nods in agreement.

A child with pink spiky hair similar to Natsu’s pokes their head from behind his leg. When they look to the bar their eyes widen in joy.

Child: Mama!

The child takes off running, passing the bar and leaping right into a smiling Erza’s arms.

Erza: Hello, sweetheart.

Natsu and Happy approach them.

Natsu: Hey, Jellal.

Jellal: Hello, Natsu.

Erza: What took you so long? You were supposed going to be here an hour ago.

Natsu rubs the back of his head nervously.

Natsu: Sorry. Our fishing trip took longer than we thought.

Happy: Yeah. We’re sorry.

Child: Mama! Mama! I caught a really big fish today!

Erza: Really? How big was it?

The child stretches their arms as far as they can.

Erza: That’s amazing, honey. We’ll cook it for dinner when we get home.

Child: Yay!

Lucy’s eyes meet Natsu’s and they both smile as wide as they can. When he starts to walk over to the bar, Gray crashes into him.

Natsu: What the hell was that for?!

Gray: Don’t start yelling at me! It was Lyon’s fault!

Natsu: You did that on purpose!

Happy: Uh oh.

Erza: Both of you stop this now. It is far too early in the morning.

Gray: You calling me a liar, ash breath?!

Natsu: If the shirt fits, ice for brains!

Child: Go, Papa!

Erza: Don’t encourage him.

Gray: That’s it!

Natsu: Bring it! 

The two start brawling. Erza sets down her and Natsu’s child and tries to break up the fight, but is pulled into it instead. In a matter of moments nearly the entire guild is fighting. Even the guild masters start to get in on the action.

Lucy watches the entire scene with a smile on her face as she dodges flying bodies.

Lucy: Guess some things will never change. No matter how much time has passed. 

Fade to white.

Highlights from the Mixed Cast panel at Storytelling Con, Barcelona, April 22, 2017

Please note I missed the first 10 minutes of this panel… 5AM is early to get up on a Saturday :)

  • Favorite scenes for each actor:
    • Gil:  “I guess I have to go with meeting Ariel.  I’ve had some nice scenes but that was really the special one.  It was the first scene that I shot.  Walking down the stairs and seeing Ariel and falling in love.”
    • Sean:  “It’s difficult to pick one because there are lots of scenes that I enjoyed.  But there is an episode [4.17] where I’m riding a horse down a street in New York.  And obviously you can’t ride a real horse on concrete because it’s dangerous.  So they have this pretend mechanical horse which is just a big rocking horse and they put it on a truck and they drive it down the street.  So I’m on a big pretend rocking horse driving down a main street and there are all these people in Vancouver looking at me going what is that guy doing?  And I was like… I’m Robin Hood.”
    • Beverley:  “My favorite scene was in Red Handed, when Ruby was just about to attack Peter and I threw the cape on her… that was so exciting because we were outside in the snow it was beautiful it was tense and we were fighting and I had to throw the cape on her and turn her back into Ruby.”
    • Bex:  “I have two favorite scenes.  My first one I love the scene with Zelena and Regina in the episode… I love all the stuff that explores the relationship between the sisters.  And there was one episode in season 5 called Sisters… there was a very emotional scene with me and my sister and our mommy when she made us hold hands and close our eyes and we remembered that we had known each other all along.  That was my first one and my second one was the musical which you haven’t seen yet!”
  • Gil sang A Whole New World to Deniz as if he was Ariel.
  • Bex best moment as the Wicked Witch:  “My song in the musical was so much fun!  I don’t even know what to do with myself.  I keep looking at the calendar is it May 7th yet?  That was the best moment for my character because in this song it tells my character’s whole story in one three and a half minute song.  One of the best days of my life.”
  • The most touching moment filming scenes:  
    • Gil:  “Getting to kiss Ariel.  Multiple times.  I was like ‘can I get one more?’  They are like Gil it doesn’t need to be an open mouthed kiss.”
    • Bex:  “One of the most emotional scenes I shot was when I had to give up my baby to Robin and Regina because I was hurting her and I had to surrender her that was really…”
    • Beverley:  “When they were going through the gate back to [the Enchanted Forest] and I had to say goodbye to Roland.  […]  I was holding the baby and I kissed his head that was very touching.  Raphael is a gorgeous little actor.”
    • Sean:  “Obviously working with Raphael.  I started working with him before I became a dad… because I was a child actor myself I felt very protective over him.  It was one of the first days I was filming with him I had him in my arms and he was only 5 at the time and I have lots of nieces and nephews and I’m very touchy feelly and I kissed him on the head.  We weren’t filming and he turned around and said ‘did you just kiss me?’  And I was like yes, yes I did.  I’m not sure if I’m supposed to do that… why is this strange man kissing me… from day one we had a really strong bond, we got along very well.  He’s just a very sweet boy and I love him.”
    • Faustino:  “When we have these little glimpses of nature cutting in.  We were shooting a scene [in 3.02] by the river with Snow White and Charming and all the dwarves and in comes a deer.  Just starts walking.  Walking … walking and we’re just kind of doing our scene and the deer is in the scene.  Everyone at that point was .. and then at that point the deer was right there and Ginny goes ‘oh my god’ … and on the wedding scene we had some birds that snuck in the building while filming we had those glimpses of nature setting in…”
    • Deniz:  “I was always a big fan of the cartoons of Aladdin and on the first day we actually got to do the scene where I fly in and Jasmine’s in the hourglass and Jafar’s there with the staff and I’m in the cartoon I’ve watched four hundred million times…  And I got to be Aladdin and save her…”
  • What do you love most about Once Upon a Time:
    • Gil:  “That I got to play a Disney prince.  Because honestly I was shocked that I got that part.  I feel honored and humbled.”
    • Deniz:  “That I got to work with all these lovely people.”
    • Faustino:  “I love the message.  It’s a message of hope and ah that message is represented through all of you.  Thank you.”
    • Bex:  “The best thing about Once Upon a Time is how it’s brought all of us together.  The fandom has created a community.  Like no matter what happens we’ll always have each other.”
    • Beverley:  “I love that it took these fairy tales that we all knew as children and then gave this life and history which connected all of us together.  And that it’s international.  The cast is international and now we get to travel the world and have this international community.”
    • Sean:  “I just like that I get to wear leather head to toe all day and they pay me.”
  • Will Zelena be a good person or will she just be a wicked witch:  “I think Zelena is going through a massive transformation… I think becoming a mother has made her heart softer.  You’ll see throughout the rest of the season what happens with Zelena’s relationship with Regina but I think no matter how redeemed my character becomes there always be a little bit of wicked in there.”
  • What UK food does Bex miss the most:  “A good bloody cup of tea!  Like a proper cup of tea with milk and sugar!  Like a lady!”
  • For Sean:  What do you like most about playing a Disney fairy tale character?  “Well I thought of Robin Hood as a character by itself before Disney made a Disney movie of Robin Hood.  I just liked the fact that I got to play a …  just getting to play the legend of Robin Hood.  It’s just one of those characters that any male actor would really enjoy.”
  • What do you think about fans that follow you around the world [at conventions] are they crazy?: 
    • Bex:  “I think it’s amazing that people get on a plane to come and meet us.  It’s mental.  We are very very honored and it really means a lot to us.”
  • They were asked to dance the Macarana.  Bex attempted to decline saying she needs more coffee but Beverley made them all get up and do it.  The editor at this point is having 1990s PTSD flashbacks…
  • Favorite same sex love interest for your own characters:
    • Sean:  “I don’t want to disappoint the gents here because they’re strapping men every one of them but I’d have to say my old pal Colin O’Donoghue.  When he raises that eyebrow I just fall to pieces.”
    • Gil:  “Aladdin here.  He’s got long hair …. something to grab hold of….”
    • Deniz:  “I’d have to go with the one and only Prince Charming.  He’s the prince of Charming.”
    • Faustino:  “Charming absolutely.”
    • Beverley:  “I just feel strange because I’m a grandmother… of course Zelena would be number one but my tied for number one … Jasmine …”
    • Bex:  “I think Zelena might have a crush on Belle.  She’s so little!  I can pick her up she’s so cute!  In really life I think Rebecca Mader would go for Lana Parrilla we’re not sisters in real life so it’s not wrong.  It’s not weird.”
  • How long does it take to become the Wicked Witch:  “Three hours.  Seven coffees.  And lots of snapchat, twitter and instagram.  But once the green makeup is on it can stay on for 17 hours and then it takes half an hour to take off.  And then I look 16 at the end because it’s taken all the skin off.”
  • Who is your favorite scene partner:  
    • Beverley:  “I love hanging out with Archie and Geppetto.  We have a nice little trio and the three of us [talk a lot].”
    • Gil:  “Again there are just so many to choose from.  I’m going to say Joanna who plays Ariel.  Though last time I was up there I got to work with Karen David and she was absolutely wonderful.  Do you want to trade?” [to Deniz]
    • Deniz:  “Karen David’s my answer.  Actually no Jafar.. Oded is so fun to work with.  He’s so evil and so lovely in person.  It’s kind of cool to see him switch.”
    • Faustino:  “Since I play dwarf I’m going to say my dwarf brothers.  Because we have a lot of fun all the time.”
    • Sean:  “I can’t pick one person.  All of us became good friends.  Bex is like my sister, Colin is like my brother, Mikey Raymond-James who left the show a little while ago is one of my best friends…. it’s a tie.  Lana obviously … I can’t pick between all of my favorites.”
    • Bex:  “Lana Parrilla!  Two reasons I like working with my sister the most.  One when we’re in character we play and each take is different.  And number two she makes tea like a British lady.  I spend a lot of time in her trailer drinking her tea and eating her chocolate.”
  • If you could play any other character:
    • Sean declines to answer because they were all well cast.  “I’m very happy I got to be Robin Hood because I think I would have been a terrible Queen of Darkness.”
    • Bex doesn’t want to play anyone else but her.
    • Beverley:  Rumple.
    • Deniz:  “I’d like to play Zelena for a day.  Just for a day.  One day get green…”
    • Gil:  “Prince Charming because he’s gotten to do way more episodes than me.”
    • Faustino: “Hook, that’s an interesting character.”
My EXCLUSIVE interview with one of IMVU’s most prominent young stars of the porn community, affectionately referred to by friends and fans as “The Queen”. Here is PART ONE of my one-on-one interview with Majesty. (@queenmajestyvu). We talk about it all. The rise to popularity. The scandals. The feuds. Reader discretion is advised.

Muse: So, here we are.

Majesty: Here we are lol

Muse: I have to say… I’ve been wanting to interview you for my magazine for quite some time - but I was hoping to do it under different circumstances.

Majesty: Yeah, ik. I’m glad to finally sit down with you.

Muse: Thanks. So - let’s just jump right into it. I will tell you upfront that I will interview you just like I would interview anyone else. You do not have to answer all of my questions but please be aware that some of my questions will be personal. You have every right to choose not to comment on certain things, but I will ask that you answer honestly, candidly, and let me know right now if anything is off limits.

Majesty: Of course - ask me anything. 

Muse: Ask you anything huh? Now you’re my kind of guest! So. First question. 

Now, I know that you initially became known in the imvu AP community as a dancer, correct?

Majesty: You know it ^-^

Muse: Mhm. You were associated with some of the most popular clubs of the time. Your resume is kinda mindblowing. Daddy’s Diamonds, Snatch, Moulin Rouge, for which you were awarded the “Sparkling Diamond” award which was the highest honor for a dancer at the time. Where is the trophy?

Majesty: On my desk, next to my wine, at the Lowlife Entertainment headquarters LOL

Muse: So tell me how do you go from model, to dancer, to pornstar? and why did you choose adult entertainment? 

Majesty: Well, I was very excited to get my AP badge at the time and I have always loved…expressing my sexuality so. It just seemed like a natural fit. Also, even when I was modeling creators would always ask me to model their AP outfits so…I guess that just sort of put me in the path to keep exploring the AP community on imvu.

Muse: Interesting. So. You’ve won the Sparkling Diamond award. Highest honor for a dancer at the club you were at. What do you do? Like where do you go from there?

Majesty: I retired. Like it was becoming way too competitive for my tastes and tbh the sense of sisterhood at the club was fading so…I figured that after winning that award, I should bow out gracefully and let the up-and-coming dancers shine. Also, I wanted to make my own room and have my own space to entertain if I wanted to or to just chill with friends. So I created P.A.W.G.

Muse: I remember you being nervous about making your first public room. Why?

Majesty: Well, at the time, there just weren’t that many girls  who had popular AP rooms, and I got a lot of hate from the male room owners at the time so i hid my room and closed it for months and just room hopped.

Muse: Wow, hard to believe that you were so nervous considering you now have a 5 star room - and just added an expansion, your sauna. 

Majesty: Right! So excited that both are doing well. 

Muse: Is it true that orgies occur almost every night at your rooms?

Majesty: (winks) What happens in P.A.W.G stays in P.A.W.G

Muse: Oooo lol enough said

Muse: So…you have a popular room and you’re still well known in the club scene…at which point did you decide to become a pornstar?

Majesty: Well, my friend Brandon, who works at Imperial -

Muse: @imperialxxxstacy ?

Majesty: - Yes. He was telling me about the porn community on imvu which I didn’t know about. I thought it was hilarious at first but after being bored and accomplishing my 5 star rating with my first room, I decided to check it out.

Muse: Were you approached by any companies?

Majesty: Yes, but none of them were really a good fit for me. 

Muse: So what made you choose Lowlife Entertainment?

Majesty: My meeting with the CEO, Brandon. Really- that was the beginning of my porn career.

Muse: What was it about that meeting that was so significant?

Majesty: We just had a very strong connection and he had a very professional demeanor that some of the other companies I had been approached by lacked…so I felt a level of respect that let me know that this was the company for me. 

Muse: Interesting. So, just like you did in the club world, you rose up the ranks pretty quickly at Lowlife Entertainment. I remember the company members saying you were the hardest working woman in the company. 

Majesty: *laughs* That’s what they say.

Muse: I mean, you were putting out - and CONTINUE to put out - scene after scene after scene. Were you surprised when the CEO asked you to be his president?

Majesty: Honestly, yes. I didn’t see it coming…but he had been wanting to pull back so I guess there were clues.

Muse: Does he still have an active role then or do you do most of the work?

Majesty: Oh, yes, he is very active. He’s the hardest working man in the industry for sure. I could list off all the things he does, but we don’t have that much time.

Muse: LOL, point taken.

Muse: So, now we’re getting closer to recent events. You came out of nowhere from being a retired dancer to being an up-and-coming pornstar. And in less than two months you became President of one of the most respected companies in the industry. Like, seriously, try as I might, I never see anything bad about your company. What do you think helped you get noticed as a pornstar?

Majesty: Well…my ass for one. LOL. But no seriously - I think people just saw this new chick who took time to put out good work. I had never made videos before. Like EVER. I just started experimenting because I saw that not too many people in the industry were doing it at the time and I wanted to be different.

Muse: Wait, whoa, hold up. You’re saying you had no prior experience with making videos? 

Majesty: Correct.

Muse: …

Majesty: LOL

Muse: Your videos are pretty damn good. Like you know I’m an editor…for you to have no experience…like wow. Were you taught?

Majesty: I was self taught….I just played around with software and different things and yeah…lol i just spent hours and hours editing and creating. 

Muse: Have you thought about teaching?

Majesty: I think I’d be a horrible teacher but for the right fee $$$ , I might consider it.  

Muse: You’re all about the hustle, I see. Do you charge for scenes?

Majesty: No, I don’t charge people to work with me lol

Muse: What do you think about people who do? I saw a post from a certain individual who was calling the women who charge for their scenes bitches and hoes and everything under the sun.

Majesty: I mean…they have every right to charge. That’s their choice. What happens is that we have a lot of men in this industry who don’t care about the art of creating a scene, they just want to fuck and if you don’t make it easy for them, you’re automatically disrespected.  *shrugs* The disrespect against women isn’t anything new.

Muse: annndddd speaking of disrespect against women, the whole reason we’re doing this interview is because you wanted to finally open up about your own experiences. Why?

Majesty: As you know - I’m not about drama at all. I could have “exposed” certain people a long time ago, but me and my company @lowlifeent-vu , have stayed out of the drama -

Muse: That’s true. I recently was reading a post that defended a guy who has harassed multiple women in this industry and it got over 200 notes - not one single note from you or anybody from Lowlife Enterainment.

Majesty: Exactly…we just don’t do drama. The reason why I’ve decided to open up about my personal experience is because I think it’s time that people wake up and ask themselves a question: At what point is enough, enough? 

Muse: Spoken like a Queen - Now I’m going to pause and we’ll take a break for now. I need to get my tea set ready because I feel like you have a good brew to pour. 

Originally posted by lumituomi

Majesty: zzzz lol

Muse: LOL so hold that thought and take a moment to breathe and we’ll meet again for Part 2.

Majesty: Sounds good to me.

Muse: Thank you for your bravery. I know you don’t sit down for interviews often, so thank you for your time.

Majesty: Any time :) and thank you for having me 

Muse: Alrighty. This concludes part 1 of this interview, take care and have a good night. 


zerolover66  asked:

Hi Nancy. I am very curious as to when you will be posting the interview with Matsuri Hino. I know that you had said you would post it around the time that the first volume of Vampire Knight Memories in English was released. So I am wondering if you still plan on posting the interview. Thank you so much :) BTW I just purchased the first volume of VKM in digital form from google play because I just couldn't wait to receive my paperback version from amazon which is due to arrive tomorrow!!!

I still plan on posting it. I’ve got to get through some other manuscripts first, but it’s on my list. 

-Editor Nancy

sm editors

editor 1: GREG !!!!! WERE STILL NOT FINISHED WITH EDITING TAEYONGS FIRST TEASER

editor 2: adam….adam chill. we got this. we fucking got this

editor 1: ITS SUPPOSED TO BE RELEASED IN 10 MINUTES WE HAVENT EVEN STARTED—-

editor 2: lets just. throw him at the screen. fling him around. play some elevator music in the background. were good. the fans will love it anyway

editor 1: ur right greg. ur actually right. we got this

Looking for more RPG Maker Horror games to play!:

So far, I’ve played and performed completed Let’s Plays on the follow games (Full Games!):

Misao
The Witch’s House
Mad Father (Free & Steam Versions)
Ib
Mogeko Castle
Paranoiac
Good Bye Rebeca
The Crooked Man
The Sandman
It Moves
Mermaid Swamp
Ao Oni
Infectious Nightmare
The Boogie Man
Blank Dream
Amayado Bus Stop
Black Sempai
Akemi-Tan
Re:Kinder
Bevel’s Painting
Shiro no Noroi
Libretta
Re;member
Red Book: Discordia Tales
Paranormal Syndrome
The Gray Garden
Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea
Yume Nikki
Dear Mariko & Crimson
Paranormal Syndrome 2
Black Winter
Dreaming Mary
Wizard of White Box
Cloe’s Requiem
Shuutai Headless
Mikoto Nikki
Sukutte
Pilgrim
Pocket Mirror
Underworld Capital Incident
The Wedding
Prom Dreams
Friendship
Until Daybreak
.flow
To Find Myself

And the following demos (canon):

Aria’s Story
The Doctrine of Perseverance
Traumerei
Doll House
Kago to Torii
Suiren
Amare
Hansel
Doll House
Playground

And these Pixel Horror Jams:

From Next Door
Desolate Village
Lavender

Currently Playing:

Nightmare of the Snow
CaNDLE
Forest of Drizzling Rain
Yume 2kki
Ghost School

Playing Soon:

Happy Birthday
Hello Charlotte (22nd November release, 23rd November…1st L’P upload)
Alice Mare
Restless Dreams (Demo, after Nightmare of the Snow is completed)

Awaiting Releases (Demo, Chapter by Chapter, and Full):

Melting Moon (Chapter 0)
Mica: Apoptosis (Chapter 5 Package)
Midnight Rendezvous (Demo)
Playground (Full)
Kago to Torii (Full)
Traumerei (Full)
Kinderszenen (Demo/Full)
Doll House (Full)
Expiatora (Demo)
Aria’s Story (Full)
Konstandin (Full)
Noel (Full and translated to English)
Aurora (Full)
The Doctrine of Perseverance (Full)
Yugami (Demo)
Restless Dreams (Full)
Rosary of the Reaper (Demo)
Land Sea Entropy (???)
Little Goody Two Shoes (???)
Jikos Spectrum (???)
Pitch Black (???)
Flux [Spectrum] (???)
Lux [Dream Girl] (???)
Qux [Midnight Rain] (???)

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What other rpg maker horror games are out there in English that I have missed within my stack? As one day I hope to just be on brand new/new games rather than bouncing around on older games, then brand new games etc as they will be the ones that will get more views on my Let’s Plays (full game of Pocket Mirror is a prime example). :D

Any game as long as it has horror as a genre! :)

I have been playing around with a card editor/maker, making my own card game (using the Force of Will card game style as a base and template), and deciding to make a archetype based off of Undertale AUs! Here is one for Lycoris and Rose, tell me what you think, and if you think their abilities should be different (if you don’t mind of course) If you don’t, that’s fine too! I just appreciate you taking a look (sorry for long caption)

submission by @phoenixblade17


(*ouuuu!! this looks really cool ;w;! i really like it~)

(*i also like how it can swap, thats so neat aahhh)