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Yuzu: appears in some video content
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Yuzuru Hanyu x Koichi Domoto 'Switch Interview' Part 1
Translation credits to @/marika_yuzu on X/twt:
Yuzu’s commentary on SEIMEI at NHK Trophy 2015: - it’s a youthful & energetic performance - the synchronization with music is sloppy - the moment he woke up that day, he knew he was going to do well. At the start of the 2nd half, if the jump combo went well, he knew that the rest would be fine. He landed 4T3T so he felt relieved - if he were to perform this now, the direction of his gaze would be different - he wouldn’t do fist pumps now during a perf like he did then after the final jump (3Lz). Maintaining the worldview is important At the end SEIMEI commentary, Yuzu said he’s doing more difficult things now; 4 quads as opposed to 3 in 2015. Dōmoto-san: “Expressing this using weird language… What the heck are you aiming for?” Yuzu: “Well, yes- I feel the same. I don’t know it myself. What’s my goal?”
Yuzu has a complex: He says "his arms & legs aren’t long when Dōmoto-san complimented him on his long limbs?! Yuzu: “Really, I have an inferiority complex about my short arms […] My legs are lengthened with the help of my skate boots.” (@/marika_yuzu)
Koichi went to Ice Rink Sendai to watch Yuzu during a practice session that was meant for improving his explosive power. There are bits and pieces of Yuzu practicing and here is some of the music he used:
-> Ten to Chi to
-> I'm Invincible - Ado
-> Parisienne Walkways
-> Boku no Koto
-> something from Final Fantasy
Translation credits to @/LGeorgin on X/twt
Yuzu on his training method

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President Bowser Reveals the Nintendo Switch 2 by Mast3r-Rainb0w
Kicking it off with the year 2025, Nintendo has officially revealed its successor to the Nintendo Switch… known as… "Nintendo Switch 2". Yeah, not a super innovative or original name, but I still plan on buying one regardless, lol. Anyways, have a funny comic with a very "original" reference to it. Enjoy!
#my artwork#noncommission#my personal art style#president bowser#bowser#super mario bros#super mario#super mario fanart#mario fanart#nintendo#nintendo switch 2#switch 2#nintendo switch 2 fanart#lakitu#koopa troop#king koopa#interview#news reporter#fanart#paint can#spray paint#cloud#nintendo fanart
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Very normal David Tennant moment
#who else is going to switch in and out of character so effortlessly and then talk about wearing his aunts clothes#obsessed with the description of him going from asshole to ���all sweetness and light’#david tennant#rivals#times magazine interview
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Does Simon Pegg Know His Lines? Variety Interview | May 27, 2025
#Simon Pegg#Variety#Mission Impossible#listen I wanted to gif something from this interview no matter what#then he started talking about Benji and Ethan#and I'm weak#Benthan#nation please come look at this#when he switches to saying “I shouted at Ethan” lollll#wow this is a lot#Rogue Nation#mention my beloved#waywardgifs#mymiscgifs#celebgifs
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#my art#interview with the vampire#lestat de lioncourt#daniel molloy#danstat#now obsessed with drawing daniel in hoodies#i think daniel interrupted lestat streaming a 45 step nonsense skincare routine that does nothing because he's a fuckin vampire#and doesn't switch the camera off because while lestat loves and uses technology he doesn't always think about it#and armand is already stalking lestat pretty hard so sees everything records everything and has a lot of feelings in every direction#and def sends a copy to louis#because louis got to the meaner lawyers first#i also think the legal aspects of the loumand divorce has becomes so operatic it involves 3 separate international agreements#and is the cause of the crash in the high end art market#the hate sex is the best it's ever been tho
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Did somebody say… iwtv shitposts part 3? No? Well you’re getting them anyways
Other Parts: 1, 2, 4, 5, 6
#amc iwtv#iwtv#armand#interview with the vampire#armandaniel#loumand#danlou#mostly platonic but idc how you read it#sorry lestat girlies#i don’t care much for that man as of now#devils minion#who up deviling their minion#these were NOT made at 2 am which means i have no excuses#fully sober and conscious making this shit#loumand switches supremacy idc#ddeongbyeoli#kpop#ateez#seonghwa#had to include my other man somehow#70’s Danlou exaaaactly dynamic iykyk#young Daniel is a himbo and wants that cookie so bad#older Daniel is much wiser (he still wants that cookie but he hides it slightly better now)
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"I have two centuries walked this earth and can report, you have no twin. No one as angry, as stubborn, as unaccommodating, as maddening - as loving, as dedicated, as thoughtful, as imperfectly perfect as you've become. You're a challenge every sunset, St. Louis, and I'd have it no other way."
IWTV, 1x02
#the way his tone switches#*loving*#interview with the vampire#amc iwtv#louis de pointe du lac#lestat de lioncourt#the vampire lestat#loustat
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(queued) exchange student
i have a lot of ideas for an au where kon and francis met earlier in life :>
#scp#scp foundation#dr clef#francis wojciechoski#dr kondraki#clefdraki#babys first bi awakening#<- in the words of my dear friend#switching up the colors for clefs eyes here because of. max scherzer#i really liked the way his heterochromia looked#i saw his interview when he had a black eye and for some reason thought that caused his eye color#just something i wanted to try more with clef because of the contrast#scp fanart#fanart#illustration
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Nintendo Switch Accessories made by inceptualize3D
#nintendo#switch#joy cons#nintendo switch#gaming#video games#mario#pokemon#zelda#splatoon#kirby#joycons#joy-cons#3d printing#funny#lol#humor#meme#job interview#videogames
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jam reiderson cut of iwtv s2 bloopers (x)
#jam reiderson#jacob anderson#sam reid#iwtv#interview with the vampire#sorry i have an agenda and i need to spread it#jacob switching so fast from louis' nola accent to his normal voice cause he bursts out laughing was so cute.#but also so impressive and scary. ACTINGGG. ACTORRRR
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So so
I don’t think Bruce has DID, nor will I ever attempt to write him having DID, BUT LET ME TALK ABOUT SOMETHING REAL QUICK
Bruce has a number of alternate personas. The most popular (to my knowledge) being Batman, Bruce (the truest form of himself), Brucie, and Matches. I know there are others, or at least I think there are, but let’s just ignore that for now.
When Bruce is playing into a separate persona, it very much is not an act. He embodies that version of himself /completely/. He is not faking his actions, his words, his mannerisms. It’s just naturally how /that/ version of himself acts. Brucie is a klutz and trips over his own feet? It’s not Bruce pretending to trip. He genuinely wasn’t looking where he was going and went crashing into the nearest guest, causing champagne that spill onto their suit. Matches has the thickest Gotham accent and is sometimes unintelligible? Bruce can’t tamp it down, it’s just /how he talks/.
ALL THIS TO SAY, Bruce is bad at communicating. It’s difficult for him to talk to his family and express his feelings. But his other personas? Some of them are real good at it. Some are a lot more open than baseline Bruce. He is /in/ that headspace so fucking hard, things that are difficult as Bruce are easy now.
But imagine his kids don’t get it. They assume that Bruce’s personas are purely faked. That Bruce is an A+ actor, and maybe he is, but they don’t understand that when Bruce is using a persona, he is also /genuinely/ being that version of himself. So if Brucie cries about how much he loves his children, how he misses them and appreciates them? They assume it’s just for show. But no. Bruce really does miss his kids, and it’s only when he’s not /Bruce/ that he’s able to show it.
#ITS HARD TO PUT INTO WORDS BUT I TRIED#but just imagine one of the kids. I dunno. dick. asking bruce if what he said during an interview about tim was fr because brucie was#gushing about his genius son. and bruce just hums in response so dick’s like ‘nvm. he was just playing it up’#BUT NO. BRUCE REALLY FUCKING ADORES TIM. he can say it as brucie but admitting it as bruce? /impossible/#again. he doesn’t have did. there’s no alters or switching and bruce is conscious of himself no matter what#but stepping into a different role allows him to express himself in ways he sometimes can’t#AHHHHHHHHHHHHH#anyway. ty for coming to my ted talk#bruce wayne#brucie wayne#matches malone#batfamily#batfam#batman#my post
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Backstage Pass
Rockstar Lestat de Lioncourt x Fem!Reader
Summary:
“Here,” you said, your voice so low it was almost a whisper, “Lie back and let me fix your makeup, baby.” Slowly, Lestat laid back on the couch, and you positioned yourself on top of him. Still straddling him, you leaned in close with makeup and brushes in hand. You looked down at him through eyes that were heavy-lidded with lust, and he returned your gaze with equally all-consuming need. Your lips were mere centimeters apart and you ached to close the distance, but not yet…no, the show must go on.” A short, smutty fic inspired by the revelation that Lestat was wearing a DRESS (!!!) in the IWTV season 3 promo.
Word count: 2,808
Warnings: MDNI - 18+ only, explicit sex, rough sex, teasing, biting/blood drinking, oral sex, marking, switch!Lestat, unprotected sex, crossdressing, using the Mind Gift during sex, some very mild degradation.
a/n: reader is afab but no description is provided; this is shamelessly inspired by this photo that has lived rent free in my fantasies for YEARS lmao
“Everything okay in there?” You asked, fidgeting nervously on the plush sofa in Lestat’s dressing room. He had gone into the bathroom to change - not like his usual exhibitionist self, you thought as you stifled a grin. At least 5 minutes had passed since he disappeared into the cramped bathroom, and you were beginning to worry just a bit. What worried you most, however, is that for five whole minutes, he had remained completely silent - even more out of character for your beloved silver-tongued exsanguinator.
“Lestat?” You called out as you rapped softly against the bathroom door. Just as you leaned closer to press your ear to the door, it swung open. You leapt back in surprise with a frightened shriek, playing it off with a shaky laugh. Inhaling deeply, you took a moment to collect yourself before turning to face him. “Shit, babe, you scared me-” When you turned, your breath caught in your throat, and your words escaped you - immediately washed away like the tide as you took in the glorious, libertine, fucking hot sight in front of you.
The statuesque blonde vampire stood haughtily in the doorway, looking you up and down. A knowing smile spread across the brat prince’s lips as he watched your cheeks flush just from the sight of him. He stepped closer to you, and you took your sweet time admiring him. You weren’t ashamed to stare, drinking in every intoxicating little detail.
He was all ready for the night’s show, but this time he was trying out a different look than usual. Lestat wore a long, black dress made of sheer fabric that hugged every curve of his perfect body. The dress was sleeveless with a low, plunging neckline that showed just enough of his bare chest to be deliciously obscene. As your gaze traveled down his form, you saw that the dress had two long slits running up each side. They exposed every inch of his sculpted thighs, and your eyes followed this tempting expanse of bare skin all the way back up over his hips, to where his well-defined Adonis belt peeked out from underneath his skirt.
Smoky black eyeliner rimmed his grey-blue eyes, giving them even more definition than usual. It was all too much for you to handle - this maenadic beast before you, commanding every ounce of your attention and holding all your desires right in the palm of his clawed hand. Lestat’s face darkened into a debauched, hungry smile, and he watched in predatory delight as you struggled to form a coherent thought. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and you almost hated him for it. Almost.
“How do I look?” He practically purred, slinking past you to lie on the couch with long, outstretched legs. You quickly sat beside him, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. Lestat reached out and instantly pulled you closer, placing one hand on your inner thigh with a low chuckle.
“You look fucking…amazing,” you breathed, and reached up to run your fingers through his long, honey-blonde curls. He leaned into your touch, and you took this as an open invitation to trail your fingertips down his exposed chest. This earned you a heady sigh from him, and you took no small satisfaction in seeing him react to you so shamelessly. Usually he at least tried to feign disinterest for a little bit…after all, he loved a good cat-and-mouse chase. But this was different. His desire was palpable, and it charged the air between you with an irresistible electricity. And then you realized.
Oh.
It wasn’t just for you. He liked the outfit too.
“What do you think?” You asked, stroking his hair before groping his bare chest yet again, with more urgency this time. He groaned and let his eyelids flutter shut momentarily, exhaling shakily. “Look, baby,” you urged, tilting his chin up to admire himself in the dressing room mirror, “Look at how fucking pretty you look right now, Lestat.” He did as he was told, never one to turn down an opportunity to gaze at his own reflection. You smiled, enjoying the way he eye-fucked himself so openly. Something about it was always so strangely endearing. Suddenly, he gripped the back of your head roughly, tangling his fingers in your hair dragging you closer to him until your lips met in a frenzied kiss. You settled yourself into his lap, straddling his hips as he slipped his tongue between your parted lips. He pawed at you needily, palming your breasts and letting his hands roam over every inch of your curves. A small moan escaped your lips, and you broke the desperate kiss for just a moment to catch your breath. Lestat whined under his breath the moment you pulled away. When you looked back up at him, you saw both his lipstick and yours now mingled in ruddy smudges on his face and around his lips. You giggled fondly at the sight and smoothed his tousled hair - which he then proceeded to tousle even more - before tenderly wiping away the smudged lipstick from his face.
“Here,” you said, your voice so low it was almost a whisper, “Lie back and let me fix your makeup, baby.” Slowly, Lestat laid back on the couch, studying your every move in silent wonder. You positioned yourself on top of him, still straddling his hips, and you leaned in close with both makeup and brushes in hand. As you looked down at him through eyes that were heavy-lidded with lust, he returned your gaze with an expression of all-consuming need. Your lips were mere centimeters apart and you ached to close the distance, but not yet…no, the show must go on.
You grabbed a tube of rosy pink lipstick from his vanity table and leaned in close, softly dabbing it across his lips - all while never breaking eye contact with him. “Oh, this color is much better for your complexion, amoureux.” You murmured playfully, and he scoffed at you, rolling his eyes. You took his distraction as a chance to skate a free hand down the length of his chest, his torso, slipping under his skirt to cup his groin. He gasped, and you felt his swollen cock twitch.
You let out a delighted groan as you traced your finger along a thin elastic waistband, feeling the sheer fabric of a black lace thong. You caressed him greedily, and felt his bulge straining against the lace. The faintest whimper slipped past his open lips, and he bucked his hips against you. “Please, mon cher, I need you,” he panted, and you grinned as you felt him twitch again.
“But I just fixed your makeup.” You said matter-of-factly. The vampire rolled his eyes once more.
“Putain de merde,” he muttered impatiently, flipping you without warning and pinning you beneath him on the small sofa. You protested, but he quickly shut you up with another urgent kiss, his lips crashing against yours, claiming you. You caressed his hips and cupped his ass in your palms before digging your fingernails into the soft flesh. He whined as he began helplessly grinding against you, tugging at your lower lip between his teeth in frustration. Lestat bit down, drawing blood that he quickly lapped up with a primal, guttural moan. You kissed him again, tasting the traces of your blood on his tongue and shivering.
You couldn’t take it anymore. You tugged at the waistband of his thong, yanking it down his thighs and letting his throbbing, hard cock spring free. You gripped his shaft, stroking up and down his length slowly and running your thumb over the glistening head, smiling to yourself as you felt precum already dripping there. He gasped at the sensation, before grabbing you by your wrists and pinning them above your head with preternatural speed.
You were completely at his mercy now – he reveled in every second of it. Lestat let out a low growl, and roughly spread your legs apart with his knee. He could already tell how wet you were, and his fangs dropped as he felt the growing heat of your arousal through the crotch of your panties. You blushed as he teased your clit through the damp cotton fabric, coaxing you to moan out his name. Slowly, he pulled your panties down and repositioned himself so his face was between your thighs, hovering eagerly just inches above your dripping cunt. He sighed softly, and you felt the heat of his breath ghosting over your swollen clit. You let out a low moan and reached out to stroke his hair, gently trying to bring him closer. Laughing smugly at your impatience, he leaned in to nuzzle against the thicket of dark curls between your legs, and groaned to himself as he inhaled deeply. “You smell so good, mon coeur, but I bet you taste even better…”
Sighing softly, you spread your legs wider to give Lestat easier access to where you needed him most. You felt the warmth of his breath grazing the bare skin of your thighs and whimpered, eager for more of his touch. Slowly, he pressed a trail of tender kisses along each of your inner thighs — pausing for just a moment to bite down, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. You felt a surge of pain coursing through you that quickly melted away into stinging pleasure that left you crying out for more. Lestat nuzzled against you again, unable to resist – he needed to taste you, needed to feel you come totally undone beneath the attentive ministrations of his skilled fingers and tongue.
Finally, after a few moments of unbearable teasing, he got his mouth on you. Lestat’s tongue darted out to taste you, gently lapping at the wetness between your legs. You squirmed at the sensation, moaning loudly as he buried his face in you, desperate to taste every last drop of delicious, hot arousal. He teased you with his tongue before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit, sucking on it and letting out a low hum that sent a jolt of electricity straight through you. Lestat was relentless in his need to devour you. Every little sound of pleasure that slipped from your open, panting mouth, every buck of your hips and every desperate dig of your nails into his back only made him hunger for you more.
Slowly, he dragged his tongue down, and you felt his nose nudge against your throbbing clit as he began lapping at your entrance. He groaned as he tasted you, burying his face deeper into you with reckless abandon. You felt Lestat’s tongue hungrily snaking between your soaked lips, spreading you open so he could push his tongue inside you and taste you straight from the source. You whined at the feeling of his tongue fucking into you, arching your back and chasing the sensation. He pressed into you deeper and deeper, gently stretching you open, and you gasped in pleasure as his nose rubbed against your clit with every curl of his tongue inside you. Since his mouth was preoccupied, Lestat used the mind gift to praise you, pressing silently into your thoughts. His words were warm and inviting, flooding your mind with pleasure that only intensified every sensation as he thrust his tongue deeper into your cunt.
“You taste divine, mon amour. You’re so beautiful like this, letting me claim you and taste what’s mine…such a good girl for me, that’s it, just lie there and take it…so perfect…all mine…”
That praise was your undoing – a few more strokes of his tongue was all it took to leave you trembling and crying out in overwhelming ecstasy. You were practically vibrating beneath him, but he didn’t stop - instead, he went right back to lapping fervently at your sensitive clit. Reaching down, you gripped a fistful of Lestat’s hair as you rode out your orgasm, grinding against his tongue until you were too overstimulated to take anymore.
You sighed deeply, watching fondly as Lestat gazed up at you from between your legs. His lips and chin were glistening, soaked, and he kissed his way up your body to press his mouth against yours. You tasted yourself on him with a ragged groan as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you deeply. He stroked your hair, moving his hands down to cup your breasts and roam slowly over every inch of your curves. He took his time exploring and worshipping your body, reminding you of just how beautiful he found you with every kiss, bite, and reverent caress.
But Lestat was growing impatient. He slid one hand between your legs, rubbing your soaked pussy and using the wetness left on his fingers to slick up his aching cock. He gripped your hips hard enough to leave a mark, pulling you flush against him, and you gasped as he rubbed the head of his cock against your opening. Lestat held you close, finally entering you with one long, deep thrust. “Fuck!” You cried out, and you felt yourself stretching around him.
He nuzzled against the crook of your neck, teasing the sensitive skin there with little kisses and nips that he soothed with an eager tongue. He thrust into you slowly at first, savoring your warmth and wetness before gradually increasing his rhythm. As he pushed himself deeper into your aching cunt, you felt him moan against your neck. His fangs grazed your delicate skin, sending a sick thrill through your core. Suddenly, he bit down, nearly pushing you over the edge. He fucked you savagely, and the cramped room filled with a vulgar symphony of moans and obscenities. Lestat made an indecent slurping sound as he drank deeply of you, and it was almost too much to bear. When he had his fill, he lapped at the fresh bite mark with his tongue, long and torturously slow licks that threatened to push you over the edge. Your thighs began to tremble as you crept closer to the brink of another orgasm.
“That’s it, mon cher, give up that tough facade.” He goaded, with a sudden, deep thrust that made you throw your head back and scream. “I know what seeing me dressed like this does to you. I could see it all over your face,” Another achingly deep thrust, “I knew I could break you.” That was all it took. His words, his voice, his eyes on you…his hands holding you down so helplessly….that dress…and the way he rolled his hips into you, fucking you like he was determined to ruin you for anyone else. You came again, hard, crying out his name and quivering as wave after wave of bliss racked through your body until you were spent. He kept going, only slowing his pace slightly. In and out, in and out, again and again. He released his grip on your wrists, and you tangled one hand in his long hair, using the other to drag your fingernails down his back. You felt him shiver at the sensation, and he let out a long, low groan. You tightened your hold on his hair, and he buried his face in your neck. He breathed deeply, trying to muffle the needy whimpers that betrayed just how close to coming he was.
Lestat’s brow furrowed, and he swore under his breath as you clenched yourself around his cock. In and out, in and out, he tried to keep going, but it was too much - he was barely holding on. He clung on to your hips desperately, fucking harder and faster until finally, at the very last moment, he pulled his cock out of you with a profane, wet sound. Shamelessly, all while maintaining eye contact with you, he stroked himself to completion into the damp crotch of your panties.
“Keep these on for the entire show,” he growled in your ear, trailing kisses along the crook of your neck and across your jawline before gripping your chin in his hand, forcing you to look directly at him, “And don’t you dare change, mon coeur. I’ll know.”
“SHOWTIME, MR. DE LIONCOURT!” You heard his stage manager yell from outside the dressing room. His makeup and hair were utterly wrecked; anyone who saw him would immediately guess what had just occurred in this cramped little room. You both laughed, and he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead before flashing you a devastating smile as he bounded out the door, making his way to the stage. “This isn’t over!” He called over his shoulder, always determined to have the last word. You took a moment to compose yourself, smoothing your hair and quickly fixing your makeup before running to take your seat in the audience just as the stage lights came up.
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#amc iwtv#lestat#iwtv#fic#my fic#oneshot#switch!lestat#vampires#iwtv 2022#fanfic#the vampire lestat#lestat x reader#lestat x louis#loustat#ao3 fanfic#iwtv fic#lestat de lioncourt#rockstar lestat#ao3#ao3 author#danstat#interview with the vampire#the vampire chronicles#iwtv season 3#fanart#fanfiction#smut#x reader
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"The key thing was of course, the fact that Rick has PTSD and that's very much what's driving a lot of his behavior and being in a place of that level of vulnerability, back with the love of his life in that way.
It's also the thing he fears, the loss of her. It manifests itself in a way that is visceral and leads to the lovemaking not just being about love, but the revealing of pain and trauma and fear. That informs Michonne, that she can't just blast him into making sense. There's something deeper going on here that he can't verbalize. She has to help him get through in a different way. So she gets to see him, as well, as he reveals what's really in there, the wound. That's going to happen most likely in that most vulnerable space." — Danai Gurira
"Yeah, I think it is about pain. As Danai just said, it's about him wanting her and then fearing what he's about to unlock again. He gets to sort of articulate it in the scene further in the episode, when he gets to say that, 'I can't do this again. I haven't got the capacity to do this again. I've worked out how to die and live again.' So it is an absolutely necessary scene that allows Michonne to realize that there's something really broken here, more broken than she's ever anticipated. [...]
So the scene was about a real intimacy, a sort of frightening intimacy. This is a part of his personality he has shut down. It's almost like he's trying to stop himself from feeling this love again. She sees that and she just says, 'Just trust. We're back. We're the same...' I find it very moving. I think it's a very, very moving scene, because it's about them connecting in a way that he's had to deny for seven years. He's denied that connection for the sake of living on in this half life for the CRM" — Andrew Lincoln
Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira Discuss Episode 4 of The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live
#the walking dead#twd: the ones who live#the ones who live#twdedit#towledit#richonneedit#richonne#rick grimes#michonne grimes#danai gurira#andrew lincoln#mine and only mine#long post#loveddddd getting their insights on this scene and this moment#danai adding the panic attack was such a gorgeous smart and truthful detail#i think it was in other interviews but i loved how she said that the purpose of this scene was transformative in nature#it was meant to show that a switch had flipped#it basically peeled back another layer of rick's walls during this moment of vulnerability#and allowed for something to click into place for michonne to realize that there's something deeper going on#something that he's not able to say out loud and articulate#like WOWWWWW#nah fr we gotta get danai to write more episodes#bc this is sickening
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i would highly recommend reading all 3 parts of this interview w/ hidetaka miyazaki abt the duskbloods to those who wanna hear more abt its gameplay, but i wanted to make a little highlight reel of points that interested me personally
Genre + addressing concerns wrt future games
"[...] At its core, it’s an online multiplayer focused game [...] I’ve always found the PvPvE structure very interesting. It allows for a broad range of game-design ideas, while also letting us leverage our experience of designing challenging enemy encounters.
As a side note, please allow me to address one thing. As previously mentioned, this is an online multiplayer title at its core, but this doesn’t mean that we as a company have decided to shift to a more multiplayer-focused direction with titles going forward. [...] We still intend to actively develop single player focused games such as [Elden Ring] that embrace our more traditional style."
(more under the cut!)
The general gameplay loop
"The game has a so-called “hub” area, where players can choose their character, customize them and enter online multiplayer. Online multiplayer supports up to 8 players. [...]
Online matches are generally last player standing, however there are certain cases where victory conditions differ. For example, players may be tasked with teaming up to take down a powerful boss enemy, or find themselves in other special circumstances."
The game's characters & setting
The game’s protagonists are known as “Bloodsworn” - a group whose members have achieved super-human abilities through the power of special blood. Fromsoft tried to extract the sort of romantic aspects they found interesting from concepts such as vampires while working on the game.
"As human society reaches an end, something known as "First Blood" flows in an event called the “Twilight of Humanity.” The Bloodsworn are summoned to the Twilight of Humanity across a variety of different times and places in a bid to obtain First Blood. Due to this, there is no fixed era or location in which The Duskbloods takes place. There are more traditional Gothic- or Victorian-style maps as well as those depicting the closing years of the early modern period, like the one glimpsed in the trailer with the train running through it."
There are over a dozen characters for the player to choose from, each with their own identity and appearance. Each character can be customized to a certain extent using rewards from online matches, "allowing players the fun of building a character that feels like their own."
"The fragments [of lore and worldbuilding details] this time are found in character customization items: their “blood history and fate.” Customizing a character will reveal a piece of information regarding the world and its unfolding story. [...] Analyzing and altering a character’s blood history and fate allows players to customize all sorts of things, from their abilities, appearance, and inner characteristics to the role they play in the world and relationships with other characters."
Roles & "role-playing"
"Roles give players special responsibilities and objectives that often lead to unique interactions and relationships between players based on their corresponding roles.
For example, if a player possesses the “Destined Rivals” role, another player is designated as their rival, and they are tasked with finding and defeating that player. Doing so counts as achieving a personal goal, separate from the overall victory conditions.
Another example is “Destined Companion,” where one player is required to seek out another designated as their companion, which results in a special reward if they form a bond with one another.
Roles can be assigned to any character via blood customization, allowing players to enjoy role-playing in a literal sense and hopefully adding to the drama of these engagements."
Rat lore :)
"That character shares a similar role with the fire keepers from the Dark Souls series. They remain in the hub area, providing the player with advice and guidance.
I suppose you could say we tried doing something a little [cute] in the spirit of the [Nintendo] partnership. [...] Although I will say this character is actually an elderly gentleman (laughter)."
#the duskbloods#(btw just to be clear i mean 'interested me' as in like . i was curious abt some of this stuff & this interview provided answers)#(im not a multiplayer guy so im not rlly interested in playing it all that much by default haha)#(and when u count the switch 2 + game + nintendo online prices........ its like . oof)
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though they feel insurmountable, they are not.
I can do this.
I will be okay. ❤️🩹
#my gifs#nicholas galitzine#anchors 🏹#flipping switches#in spiral city after a storm#obstacles stackin on top of each other like melted tires / a silent horror movie picture-book flippin on a continuous loop in my mind#nick’s heart radio interview#nick’s memory box
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