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How do i contact you for projects?

Hey, Supersilus,

If you're talking about a Multimedia Project like an Animated Series, a Videogame, a Live Feature Project, or just a project consult, you can DM this page or you can link info to your project. Usually, what we are looking for is your Logline (what is your show about), your aesthetic (look and style you want), your target audience (age and genre), and medium of choice (videogame, animation, etc.)

If you have issues with sending the info on Tumblr, you can always email us on [email protected] or contact us through our socials:

Company X page: https://x.com/ExplicitCensor?t=32CJB9zmmthyvi1jbd9VcA&s=09

Discord Name: Explicit Censor Group (explicit_censor)

Company Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ExplicitCensor?mibextid=ZbWKwL

Company Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/explicitcensor?igsh=YzAwZjE1ZTI0Zg==

Company Patreon: patreon.com/ExplicitCensor228

Kofi: https://ko-fi.com/explicit_censor

If you aren't sure about what to do, just let us know and we can talk things through.

Fracture Femurs!

(Answered by Savannah "Momotaro" Alcover-Montefalcon Creative Director and Multimedia Producer)

#animation #casting call #voice actor #adr #editor #art #foley #video games #producing #project management #networking #concept #character sheets #scriptwriting #supersilus #q and a

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To anyone interested, we still will need a lot of art and tech team members. Paid positions, negotiable rates.

#art #animation #casting call #voice actor #drawing #editor #video editor #video compositor #audio technician #foley #ADR #animator #paid position #indie animation

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CASTING CALL/ARTIST RECRUITMENT

We at ExplicitCensor are making our first series but first we need a pilot. We are looking for #artists, #editors, #compositors, #animators, #audiotechs, and #voiceactors! For more information, please click the link.

https://www.castingcall.club/projects/makers-working-title-the-start

Follow our Instagram to see Project Updates: https://www.instagram.com/origin_webseries_official?igsh=ZGNjOWZkYTE3MQ==

#art #drawing #animation #casting call #editor #compositor #artist #environmental art #voice actor #background art

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Lemon and Dill Fish Fillet

The aoli is lighter to accomodate the usage of dill, lemon, and pepper. I roasted garlic and mashed it before I folded it in. The tilapia was marinated with the lemon rinds and more pepper. It all is laid on top of a sourdough toast from #boudinbakery .

It's a bit put of season (very out of season), but I think it's a nice and simple dish after a long day.

#boudinbakery #fish #dill #lemon #quick recipes #kinda gourmet #food #art

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Okay, these things are actually pretty cute. How the heck did I make them?! https://www.instagram.com/p/CdxHKyXOjt-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Spent some times on Balboa Pier with my Agent, my Manager, and my Trainers.

#Balboa Pier #photography #Beach #Balboa CA

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I hate that I experienced most of these and so many people heard it, too.

@psych2gotalk

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I had some fun. Yes, this is my voice.

Did some small work for a friend of mine.

#anime #art #drawing #cgart #digital drawing

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Happily had an All-You-Can-Eat day as I talked over projects. It was a great day. (at Kogi Korean BBQ & Seafood Hot pot) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVW4V_GLIRB/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Sneak Peek at some new pieces for a project. 😉 https://www.instagram.com/p/CU1XIOdLdBy/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Sshhh, don't say I put this here...

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Man, I really need to find some awesome artists for some passion projects. It's hard to find good talent willing to help new creators that don't have the skills or cash to produce things. They are happy to have me there and all but there is only so much I can do. 😰

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I'm looking for some tech and art roles for two different Fangans! Here is what we're looking for:

Danganronpa: Grad School

• 2D Animators

• Background Artists

• Colorists/Compositors

• Video Compositors

• Musicians/Composers

Special Notes: We are looking for people that communicate well and want to work on a series that covers an older cast with a similar feel to the Danganronpa Beta; Distrust. It is also influenced by the Anime!

Here is the link to the Discord Server!

Danganronpa: Despair Mansion

• 3D Modelers

• Background Artists

• Sprite Artists

• Colorists/Compositors

• Video Compositors

• Musicians/Composers

• Concept Artists

• Writers

• Coders

Special Note: We are in need of some positive and communicative people that can bring to life our game that brings in old faces and new contestants to the Killing Game!

Here is the link to the Discord Server!

Thank you for your time and Fracture Femurs! Just ask and they will direct you!

#art #anime #drawing #digital art #fanganronpa #danganronpa #fangan character #grad school #despair mansion #casting call #coders #gamers #video #youtube #artists #3d model #3d modeling

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Forgot if I ever shared these old drawings from the Menagerie...

#art #drawing #the menagerie #explicitcensor

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Stories from the Menagerie

Watashi no nakaniha kibō ga sodatte imasu. Jissai, watashi ga anata ni namae o tsukeru no wa soredesu. Nozomu.

I am like a fetus as I reenter the world. Sticky with slick, I make a sharp inhale as I awaken. In my arms is a Japanese black bobtail that is holding me closely. I jut my eyes around, shifting with terror as I realize I am within the abyss. Holding Sully close, he too awakens with fright. We rip away the membrane that surrounded us and swats away webs, taking in as much air as we could. It seems almost too dark to see ourselves in the abyss with the only light emitting from a jagged and natural-looking crevice.

Picking Sully back up, I run to the Black Mirror's entrance. My movements are as if I am submerged in gel, slow and difficult. My feet sink into the path with each press of my sole. I can hear a rumbling rushing from behind me. As it steadily approaches and I have yet to reach the exit, I lift Sully higher so that he may be thrown through the exit. Once again, it is slow.

I am a few feet away as I sink to my hips. I see Sully make it through and I sigh with relief. I make my way, still striding over as much as possible but the rumbling is deafening now. I hear nothing but the sound of the abyss closing in on me. I notice that Sully had grabbed the rim of the floor, his fingers no longer fuzzy or clawed. I realize that my theory was correct. We were, in fact, within the Black Mirror. Sully truly was a cat.

I see him outstretch his hand, not able to move any closer than a few inches. I go to reach for him but am suddenly lifted from the ground. The world was blacked out.

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I see myself as I was when I was younger. I am sitting in the dark of my mother's room. She is keeping me there, telling me how the world is disgusting.

"Carolynn is a fucking pervert. If you go out there, they're gonna tear up your punani, and then your life is gonna be over because you're gonna be like me; stuck because you have kids. Stuck fucking here with a husband and with kids, in a shit hole like this."

The house we were in was a townhome with three bedrooms, wood floors, and a pool. It was more than decent. My mother always had a habit of wanting more and letting go of little.

I can feel her pull me closer to her and begin to cry, her tears soaking into my t-shirt. "Leah, why did you leave me?! Nanay... Nanay..." She then patted my head and kissed it, "I'm sorry, Nanay. I should have stayed, Nanay..." After a small bit of time, she began to treat me like I wasn't even there but every time I tried to leave, she would call me again. I didn't know what to do. Unfortunately, it was a scene I knew too well. This had been going on since we moved here when she got her room.

As I tried to pull away one last time, she began to yell at me. She threatened me once again, telling me that I was gonna turn into just a whore or that my relatives are gonna work me dead. She screamed that she should have taken us to the Philippines so that she could have raised us the way she wanted so that no one questioned when we would be disciplined and how.

Just then, I could hear pounding at the door. I turned and looked at it, only to be yelled at to keep looking at her. I backed away from her, fearing what she would say next. I close my eyes to try and steady myself in the dark, only to open them in a different house. This house was a four-bedroom, two-story house, on a 1/4 acre. To my mother, this place was also a shithole.

I am in the bathroom, holding her up as she shits on the toilet, screaming that she hates everyone. I am holding her still as I realize what memory this is. This was my mother's fourth miscarriage. After she grips me and tells me to ease her into the tub, she curses at me about my father. She calls him a faggot and that I'm starting to look more like him.

The pounding begins again, now letting light in. This memory was at night. This was different. As light floods in behind me, she shows me her hand covered in blood and yells at me, telling me that now my little brother is dead. I can feel my stomach tremble and heave as a hand behind me starts to pull me away and into the light. The scene begins to melt as I black out once more.

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I wake up on a bed, curled once again into a ball, but now in sheets of silk and fur. I'm in a bit of a haze as I look around. It was the room that Aiden tends to take me to. Rubbing my face, I see that I am dressed in many colors. This is the most I've felt myself here. I knew that I was in the Menagerie once more.

"You were in your room. Sully was sticking his hand under the door after you threw him out of a mirror. Is that really what is in there?"

I shrugged and cover my face as I hide in my blankets. "I'm not even sure what I was looking at. It was too dark." Peeking my head out, I lay on my back as I stare up at the golden mobile above me, glittering in the sun. I sit up to look at the others that have gathered, closest to me is Kanda, glancing occasionally at me as they paint.

"Stop moving and lay back down. The picture is almost done..." They grumble as Sulky walks over.

"They mean that you are still hurt and you need to rest." Resting myself back down, he sits on the bed and curls up at my feet. His mannerisms begin to make sense as he stretches sideways.

Erik rolls in a machine. "It took me a while to fix this with Yetzirah. She helped me get the pads to work." It was a defibrillator. My toes curl and I take a stifle a chuckle.

"You guys are gonna shock me?" I look around and there is an uncomfortable silence. I meet eyes with Beau. I huff at him, realizing how close I was to just ask more about him. He shook his head and turned away.

"We figured it's better than you killing yourself to get back home, " Beau mutters.

Aleister charges up the pads and is getting them prepped, cackling loudly as he hears the high-pitched squeal. Placing a rubber piece in my mouth, I growl at him in anger. Sully realizes what is happening and goes to ask Kanda for help. "No, Sullivan, I can't help. We have to test what works with her and we can't keep cleaning blood out of here."

Beau punches the wall and then leaves in a fit of anger. Aleister looks at him and smirks, "Drama Queen".

Right before the pads touch me as I struggle to move off the bed, I see Aiden rush into the room. " STOP! STOP! WE CAN JUST KEEP HER HERE!" he screams, as the pads shoot electricity through my back. I can't breathe for a second, the world turning white as tinnitus rings through.

Apparently, I released bile from me after I settled. I could vaguely see the others as they scramble around me. I hold up my middle finger and wave it around to the others, unsure who it was being shown to. "Fuck You." I feel the pads touch me again, the white world fading into black.

#dreams #dream #sleep log #nightmares #fantasy #magick #the menagerie #menagerie #explicit censor #do not reupload #do not remove credit

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Stories from the Menagerie

I awaken in a seat, up at a tea candle-lit table. It is long and covered in fairy lights, twinkling throughout its length. Looking around, I see myself surrounded by people. Though they all held familiar forms and were warm in cheer... This was not my family.

Standing up, I try to leave the table respectfully, surrounded by laughs. Going to leave, I am met with mockeries of my brother and my father. Their faces are mirrors but their voices were the same as their real counterparts. What they lacked, however, were the sorrow and anger they held. What made me notice, despite the lack of faces, was that my mother was not present. This was a dream.

I can feel them hug me as I am ready to pass by them, mirrors of my relatives all kindly wave at me and hug me as I pass by them. I was not going to allow myself to indulge in this place. I would hate to get lost here. They all seemed to happily regard me as I left them, each asking if I really had to leave. This was much like my real family. It was like home. I parted ways out of what looked to be a wild garden within the maze of the Menagerie and closed the gate behind me. They all waved goodbye as I left. When I turned, I knew that what I listened to was all of them shattering to pieces. In their place were glass shards, cakes, and a Black Mirror.

Taking my time to breathe, realizing I began to cry for them, I was shocked when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Jolting and turning around on my knees, I looked up at Seth with a glass shard in my hand. He was humanoid but still wore what looked like a headdress of wisteria and lavender.

"Good to see you sleeping more. You seemed like you didn't want to leave."

When I realized it was him, I dropped the glass. When he offered to check the cuts, I allowed his gaze over my hand. "I know when it's a lie. It was too nice."We both looked away from the shattered glass and walked further into the maze, bits of glittering pollen trailing behind him.

We made it to a fountain where the water glowed in the darkness. The only other lights are within the forest, in the sky, or emitting from the castle made of jewels. Dipping my hand in, he took out a green salve, smearing a foul-scented paste on my hand. I nearly wretch as he begins to rinse off the mess, revealing healed skin.

He helps me back up, he gave me a small jar with wax melted on the cork. "Did you want to wake up, yet?" I look at him, his sad eyes doing what they can to be neutral.

"I'm not staying here."

He reluctantly nodded and backed away. Waving his hand to me, the same goodbye my false family gave, he gave me a knife. I use the knife to scrape off the wax and uncork the bottle. With one last glance for the night, he gives me a soft smile as he begins to morph into what looks to be a blue willow. Drinking the vial, I begin to drift off while wood cradles me.

As I fall asleep, I can hear the others approaching.

#sleep log #dreams #nightmare #fantasy #magick #the menagerie #explicit censor #do not reupload #do not remove credit

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"I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night and

the eyes into which I smile in the morning

I pledge to you the first bite of my meat and the first drink from my cup

I pledge to you my living and my dying, each equally in your care

I shall be a shield for your back and you for mine

I shall not slander you, nor you me

I shall honor you above all others, and when we quarrel we shall do so in

private and tell no strangers our grievances"

I hear these words as I feel myself drifting into the abyss once again. Floating in a space between sky and ocean. These weren't my words being spoken. I flutter my eyes open, my hair curling in waves as it fills a space. Holding my knees, I stare into the endless darkness, lights glimmering from afar. I fixate on a specific light, something to ground me. Lifting an arm, I glide my finger until it too is focused on the glittering dot. Inhaling deeply through my nose, I slowly release sound from my lips.

"BREATHE"

My eyes shoot back open the moment I feel myself start falling. The shock wakes me as I grip my surroundings. Looking around, I'm near the ballroom. Rubbing my face, I find that I must have been crying on my way there. My face paint doesn't smear as I slowly stand up, the baby doll dress poofs out like a tutu. The large bow on my head holds down a vale that sparkles and shimmers. This is my chartreuse gown. Turning around, I notice the person who walks freely in the Athenaeum and the Ballroom.

Aevory brushes the hair away from his freckles as he tilts his head. "You're not looking so good this time. Bad dream, again?"

I seem emotionless as I walk toward him, my movements light, "I'm here, aren't I? Is it ever?" He seemed to tilt his head back and paused, ultimately finding it best to agree.

"It would be better for us to not fight this all too long. We've been here for over two decades and you haven't made any progress." He turns back to his book that he was scribbling in, his painted nails shimmered an iridescent green and blue as he wrote. "I think there's a lot to learn about this place... It could be good for us, you know?"

I seem to shoot him a look that made him finally show some emotion, albeit condescending. A chuckle rumbled in the room as he flung his arm behind him as if to behold some scene. He had thrown his book into the fireplace, erupting the room to be lit by a green-white light. Offering out his hand, he rests the other behind him.

It takes a moment before I decide to take it. His mask is on tight, hiding half his face. I can feel his quill dig into my back once it leaves behind him. I don't let him lead, despite his height being a foot taller than me. He didn't seem to mind.

"We could all live a life here, together. It's not so bad if we just stay here." I'm not looking into his cold, green eyes. His smile is deceiving and it seems to make me angry. "We could all know what forever is. We'd have all the time in the world." He closes his eyes as he lets himself get spun by me, the four wings on his armor flaring out as he feels the wind.

Looking back down at me, he grins wider when he sees something furious staring back at him. "You don't like me taking control of the story, I know. It's just a suggestion. We all make our epics." I let go of him and let him get his footing. He covers his face before taking off the half-mask. He looks down at it, smiling kindly at it. "One day you won't mind it, you know. You'll never have to think too hard about anything again..."

I turn around and start towards the Grand Hall, making my way to the entrance. Beating at the door after a 10-minute stride down the stone pillars, flying buttresses, and the golden candelabras, the brocade tapestries are drawn to show that it is nighttime. I grab one of the tall candlesticks and beat it at the door. I can feel Aevory shaking his head as he watches me. "We tried that a few years back, remember? It's not gonna budge."

I look back to hiss at him, only to try and crash through the stained-glass windows. Aevory sits behind me and fiddles with his necklace, his precious item. He shifts it around and smiles, seeing a small glow flicker inside. "One day you won't be bound there. You should find out how to get comfortable here. We can't keep this up forever..." Tucking the necklace back into his shirt, he walks over to me as I hack at the unbreaking crystal. "Life is both a fantasy and a nightmare, Inanna. You have a choice to wake up from it, too."

I am hyperventilating as he leaves me. Frustrated, I feel lost. In my fit of anger, I wake myself up. A take the candlestick and begin to bash it against my head. He hears this, either the impact or the grunt I must have made because I can hear him beginning to run back down the hall.

"Inanna!!!!" Stretching out his hand, he can't stop me as I impale myself on it and begin to drift off. I can feel him trying to move me and call out the empty hall.

#dreams #sleep log #nightmare #menagerie #fantasy #explicit censor #do not remove credit #do not reupload #magick