#tried something a little different for style

[rassicas]

Another excerpt from that Splatoon dev interview from a rare 2017 issue of Nintendo Dream. This is about the Squid Sisters in Splatoon 2 and the Squid Sisters stories. Translation under the cut:

Q: What's with the continued involvement of the Squid Sisters in Hero Mode?

Nogami: We didn't expect the Squid Sisters to get as popular as they did in the previous game, and we felt that they were growing as stars beyond what content we had prepared. So we desired to connect that growth to the next part of their story.

Inoue: Rather than having them continue in the same roles, we decided to reflect the choices made in the last Splatfest, "Callie vs Marie," to give the players a sense that they were actually involved. We didn't plan this from the beginning, but decided on it after seeing the personalities of both Callie and Marie emerge through live performances, and the popularity of the two of them.

-- Depending on the results of the Splatfest, would Callie and Marie's appearances in this game been reversed?

Inoue: Yes. So we were thinking about the both of them throughout development.

Nogami: We were thinking of saying directly that the content of the next game would change depending on the final Splatfest, but at that time we were not ready to announce S2 yet. So, in order to connect the last Splatfest of S1 and S2, we decided to start the "Squid Sister's stories" on our official Twitter. We wanted to let people know that the world of Splatoon is changing little by little, and there is a passage of time between the world two years ago and the present. -- So that's what it was all about.

Nogami: In the Squid Sister's Stories, each story is written in such a way that lets the reader imagine different possibilities. We wanted to create something that the audience could imagine and enjoy.

---Did you write the rest of the stories based on how people reacted to them?

Nogami: We basically wrote the whole story all at once, but there were times when we adjusted the descriptions in the middle of the story.

Inoue: We tried to make the Squid Sister's Stories feel like newspaper novels. I think the novel format is a good fit, with the depictions of subtle changes in emotions.

Nogami: If I were to adapt it into a movie, almost nothing would happen. Marie and Crusty Sean would have tea, and then Callie would come and go (laughs). By the way, we didn't write that from Callie or Marie's point of view, but from the point of view of the SRL researcher in charge of the Squid Sisters who watched them in secret, and wrote the story with a bit of imagination.

Q: What's with Marie's Japanese-style clothing?

Inoue: each of the Squid Sisters have become more popular as their solo careers have grown, but they started off singing folk songs, and that kind of work is on the rise for Marie. Because of this, she often wears a kimono.

[novankenn]

The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc

Artwork Inspired Posts - First / Second / Third

(Artwork created/owned by @pilot-boi, No rights Claimed/Implied by the author of this story)

Joan(Jaune) had a quandary on her hands. She had opened the box that had been addressed to her. Inside she found two sets of shoes and several packages of clothes. Well five clear plastic wrapped sets actually. Four where standard slightly modified Beacon female uniforms. Blouse, skirt, blazer, socks.

The fifth was significantly... different. Joan(Jaune) liked the fifth one. It had a certain allure to it. There was even a card with it!

"Welcome to Beacon Ms Arc. I hope you have an enjoyable time with us. The Beacon uniforms are dull, so after speaking with Mrs Cotta-Arc I was able to assemble something I hope is more to your liking." -- Sincerely Headmaster Ozpin

"I think I like this outfit better." Joan(Jaune) whispered to herself, a sly grin on her face. "And I know just the accessories for it!"

"Joan(Jaune) we're going to be late!" Glynda called out as she finished touching up her hair. "Aren't you dressed... WHAT ARE YOU WEARING???

Joan(Jaune) shot her Aunt a Cheshire grin as she posed in the doorway to her room. Joan(Jaune) was almost in a complete copy of Glynda's own outfit, except for the fact Joan(Jaune) was wearing what looked like tailored black pants, instead of a skirt. Very well tailored pants. They hung perfectly, clinging in just the right places.

The outfit was topped with a tasteful white blouse, and a black corset type vest, that gave Joan(Jaune)'s lackluster chest a needed boost. Then of course there were the accessories. A pair of black wire rim cat's eye glasses, and what had to be at least four inch high stiletto heeled calf high black boots.

"You like?" Joan(Jaune) asked a huge smile on her face. Glynda was getting a headache. She knew exactly who had snuck this outfit into the order she had made for Joan(Jaune). "Well?"

"You look good Joan(Jaune). You do, but... the glasses? The heels?"

"The glasses i can toss, not that I need them, but the heels..." her voice grew dark, and sinister, a scowl crossing her once happy features.

"Joan(Jaune)?" Glynda asked a little shocked at the sudden emotional shift in her niece.

"Were a gift from Saph an d Terra. No one touches them!" Joan(Jaune) hissed. Yes actually hissed.

"I was just..."

Glynda was cut off as Joan(Jaune) strutted past her with perfect poise and balance. Grabbing the attaché case Glynda had given her last night, and without any sign of faltering or flaw in stride, Was out the door.

"Joan(Jaune) wait up!" Glynda called after her. "We have a staff meeting first!"

After a forty minute staff meeting, that really could have been handled in ten minutes, or even better and email. Joan(Jaune) followed her Aunt into her first class of the day. The bustle and hum of active conversations abated as Joan(Jaune) watched her Aunt take center stage.

"Attention class! I am Professor Goodwitch, and this is your designated Combat Class." Her voice was strong and powerful. Commanding respect and attention. Joan(Jaune) half listened, as she tried to determine how she too could get the type of voice her mom and Aunt both used so easily.

Pyrrha had tuned out Professor Goodwitch's opening speech, to focus on her inner turmoil. She noticed the person who entered with the Professor, and recognized them instantly. That was were her current crisis was focused, as her mind fractured and began arguing with itself.

"She's a babe!" voice one.

"Don't be stupid. He's a dude." voice two.

"Are you sure. I think those are boobs." Voice three.

"I don't think they are." Voice four.

"I swear to you all NOW. That is a girl! Look at the clothes, the bust, those hips, THAT ASS!" Voice one.

"I agree with the ass, but I don't a bust. So I'm going with a dude." Voice two.

"Eh? Guys can wear feminine styled clothes just as much as girls can were masculine stuff. So that argument doesn't work, but yeah those are boobies. Girl."

"You guys need your eyes checked. Ass yes. Hips okay, yeah, clothes... don't care. Boobs? Don't see any. That's a Guy."

"You are all shitheads! That is a fucking girl!" voice one.

"Watch the gods damn language! there could be kids around her!" voice two.

"Seriously. Kids. In our own head?" voice three.

"Listen, it looks like an introduction is going to happen. Let's hear the name, and then we can have our sexual identity crisis after. Sound like a plan?" voice four.

"Okay." the three other voices agreed.

"Now as you can see their is a charming young woman who has accompanied me to this class. She is Joan(Jaune) Arc, my niece and will be serving as my Teaching Assistant." Glynda continued to address the class, her very tone forcing compliance and attention for everyone, well almost everyone.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING GIRL????" Pyrrha Nikos shot to her feet, her face a blazing red.

"Ms Nikos!" Glynda started to reprimand the four time champion only for Joan(Jaune) to decide she need a piece of the action.

"Is that a problem?" Joan(Jaune) snapped "Do you not believe your eyes? What is it my tits? Yeah, that's all your huntsmen and huntresses focus on. Big honking hooters!"

"Joan(Jaune) enough!" Glynda tried to regain control, but as soon as Joan(Jaune) started to rant, she knew the only way to regain control was to use "the glare"

"You know what I got, that is better than sweater stretchers? DO you?" Joan(Jaune) continued to rant, her eyes focused directly in Pyrrha. "Well Ms Nikos, do you?"

"I have this!" Joan(Jaune) twisted about popped her hips and gave her own behind a hard smack, causing the sound of flesh striking flesh to echo about the room. "I have an ASS that can beat yours any day of the week!"

Glynda pulled unleashed "the Glare" just as the room burst into chaos, and Ms Nikos promptly fainted, overcome a whirlwind of confusing thoughts and arguing voices that filled her mind.

"Everyone! Sit! NOW!" Once order was restored, Glynda instructed Joan(Jaune) to escort Ms Nikos and her team to the infirmary. Before Joan(Jaune) could complain, Glydna added. "This is your mess. You started it. You end it... civilly!"

"Yes, auntie." Joan(Jaune) sulked for the whole trip.

[zieroses]

enda “rook” de riva

replay // shadows of arlathan + in entropy’s grasp

thoughts and notes -

shadows of arlathan

- “Solas can speak with people in their dreams, even kill them” he what? Since when can he kill them? What lore did i miss?

- They were evil gods who enslaved their people - how does Harding know these things? Lol is this stuff hidden in codex entries i didn’t read closely enough? Stuff Harding and Varric learned over the last 9 years? If so, how/why were they learning these things in their search for Solas when, in theory, the Evanuris being a danger was not on their radar?

in entropy’s grasp

- Upon re reading tevinter nights, strife is a completely different character. He was supposed to be chatty, smiley, and sarcastic, and notably did NOT have facial tattoos/vallaslin. Very strange, I wonder if this version of strife was not written by Patrick weekes. He’s also very monotone - no shade to the VA, but it was alarming to see the first less-expressive cutscene also paired with an inexpressive character. Gave me the worry that quality was going to go downhill fast after the introductory sequence to the game, but luckily that wasn’t the case.

- (Re: cutscenes - bioware games in general have 3 levels of cutscene from my observation. The capital-C Cutscene, the lowercase-c cutscene, and then the convo-cutscene, the first being the most detailed and cinematic and the last being the least. Speaking with Strife and Irelin felt like the first example of the convo-cutscene where characters just stand across from each other and chat back and forth. Which is fine but again, it’s that lack of expression paired with strife’s more monotone voice and bearing that really worried me for a hot second.)

- I do love Irelin’s design. i actually like strife’s a lot too; I just think he should be bare-faced like in the novel.

- bellara’s intro is also so strange. She barely acknowledges the gods thing. They tried a little too hard to make her quirky here. She grows on me, a LOT, over the game - they just frontloaded way too much of the super cute and absentminded thing here. I think that should’ve come to light after her introduction had a weightier heft to it. Someone also mentioned it makes no sense that she, without any questions, gives some randoms (incl. Neve if you brought her, who is Tevene) essentially a tour of what is theoretically some very powerful secrets. It would’ve been worth a brief scuffle with her, I think, and then a few lines of not just explanation, but hastily attempting to convince her you aren’t here to poach elven secrets or magic. Even a code word provided by Strife and Irelin would’ve sufficed to put to rest any concerns that never even reached the light of day.

- Ogre - i quite like the darkspawn designs, even if they’re slightly cartoonier than before. I do think it has to do with the fact that the designs themselves, with this art style, are more readable in general; i can pick out details on the types of darkspawn that I couldn’t before because of the more muted color schemes of the prior games. (I loved those, to be perfectly clear; i just like how clearly and sharply i can see what’s going on here. But i do think there’s something to be said about the cartoonish quality; there’s probably something that could’ve been done to make them slightly less so. I think they managed it with the blighted dragons.)

[worldofavania]

Drawn: 2020

Analysis:  Cutting straight to the admiral's office, Sir Integ--I mean Wing Commander Blanche Von Strauss expresses her displeasure at hearing her unit's latest assignment... I'm pretty happy with how this page turned out, especially since this scene takes place with only two characters in a small room. The angles and distances are nicely varied, and despite the formal circumstances, there is some room for expression. I also tried slanting some of the gutters a bit, something I'd previously only done for action scenes. As this page has some conflict, I felt it was fitting, and certainly helps liven up the composition, which is helpful for an otherwise relatively static scene. Some finer details you might have noticed earlier, but that I really cemented for this chapter, is the more detailed shading and directional light, including shading the eyes. Not a bold difference, but part of the gradual improvement and optimization of the comic's art style.

If I drew it again:  I think this page turned out well, so I probably wouldn't change it. The last panel is a little wonky in execution, but it doesn't bother me especially.

Favorite Panel: Panel 2 is my favorite, since Blanche's pose there was directly inspired by a frame from the original Hellsing anime's OP, and I nailed it just as I envisioned.

[bahbahhh]

@tired-twili nominated “Breathing” by sainnis on Ao3 for fanart. Thank you for nominating this fic, twili!! It is an older fic (2007) and I don’t know if I would have come across it otherwise but I’m glad I did!

She unfolded herself gracefully from her chair, leaning forward until their faces were nearly touching. “Can I ask you something?”

He breathed in, getting almost dizzy with her scent. “Anything.”

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“I’ve been a little busy.”

Read the rest of “Breathing” on Ao3 here

(Content warning that isn’t tagged -blood/injury, brief mention of death)

Also, if anyone has the socials for the author, please share!

[paintpanic]

ohh damn it's um. he's mouth.

[cyclorose]

day 8: oliver

MISTA SWIIIFT !!!

[jettorii]

hi :) i hope ur doing well today <3 for ninjago hcs; lloyd has a INSANELY ticklish back and the other ninjas have so much fun running a finger up his back for a reaction. someone can be giving him a massage after training or something and he cant handle it what so ever so he silently suppresses his giggles and ahhh hes adorable

I AM TYY SAME GOES TO YOU!!!

AND THESE ARE?? SO CUTE??? you made me realize i barely draw lloyd so heres one dedicated to him :]

[harbingersecho]

Lasombra fashion show?

Now how did you know I've been meaning to draw fashion 'shows' for all the clans…?

But! Here's some Lasombra fashion stuff for you!

+ bonus because I love bullying Lasombra abt their tech issues (:

[twnj]

Headcanon nonsense inspired by Spice Unites on ao3 by @clumsydragon28

Letter:

Yo, Shinki

Thank you for your letter that you *had* to write to me. It was such a lively surprise. Shikadai told me that you aren't really one for social media so I thought I would send this by mail. Seriously though - get a phone!

The *special* cocoa bar was delicious! You were right, it reminds me of my mothers ginger snap Shiriken! Just enough heat to accompany the sweetness.

Well excuse me, but I wouldn't talk so much if someone said more than two words at a time! But it was actually really sweet of you to see me aroind the market...

To answer your questions: we only eat pumpkin when it's in season usually. I'm not sure about the mango, I would have to ask my mom when she gets back from her mission.

Please accept these ginger snaps as a thank you for escorting me around the village. I used some or the beautiful ingredients that I discovered at the market place.

I hope they remind you of home...

your ally in spice

Chocho

p.s. tell shikadai he can take that look off his face, or I'll tell Aunt Tem what he was up to in suna!

[magpie-trinkets]

finally sat down and said, okay, let's try krita for real.

[mystical-one]

WARNING IM GOING TO BE HONEST AND EARNEST HERE. i really unironically unconditionally liked now and then

[irregularbillcipher]

well, i still think this meme is funny

[chibittore]

the specialest little guy ⭐︎

[sourstroll]

Summer Of Cum 2023

Day 3 - Free use

Pairing: Lewis/Mick

WC: 1412

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Mick is sitting on Lewis’s couch when it first happens.

They hadn’t discussed it in detail, didn’t lay out boundaries and whatnot, but Lewis had mentioned it enough for Mick to assume it was something he was really into.

It’s not that Mick wasn’t excited by the idea of Lewis taking what he wanted, whenever he wanted, it was just the other factors that made him nervous. Lewis was bold, so uncaring of what people thought of him, that Mick wasn’t going to put it above him to touch him in public, or when someone was looking. Lewis was shameless like that.

Mick is watching some shitty sitcom on a streaming service he’d never heard of, one that Lewis insisted had all his favorite shows. He can hear Lewis’s approaching steps and expects the older man to come sit next to him. Instead, Lewis stands behind the couch and leans over it, wrapping his arms around Mick’s neck and planting several kisses on his cheek. Mick laughs, because it tickles, and Lewis is so sappy sometimes, so sweet.

Lewis doesn’t even say hello first, not before one of his hands is snaking down Mick’s chest and landing on his groin, squeezing the soft length in his jeans.

It makes Mick gasp, both in confusion and pleasant surprise, remembering the talk they’d had about this. He would definitely have to get used to the fact that Lewis wasn’t going to give him a warning first. His eyes are wide, bright and baby blue, lips parted slightly as he looks at Lewis for guidance, which he isn’t going to give, Mick is pretty sure.

Lewis has to contain his own excitement at the look on his boyfriend’s face, coy and innocent. Lewis keeps touching him, squeezing and stroking him slowly, lips hovering over Mick’s. Mick is always so pliant and so trusting of him, Lewis can’t help but want to take advantage sometimes.

Lewis pulls away once Mick is fully hard, walking slowly around the couch to finally meet him, stopping in front of him. Mick looks like a deer in headlights, watching his every move. Lewis undoes his own belt first, only the sound of his rings clinking against his buckle and Mick’s ragged breathing could be heard. Lewis motions with his chin for Mick to do the same.

Mick follows along with shaky hands and undoes his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down to his knees.

Lewis wants to ruin him, just from the sheer love and obedience he radiates.

Lewis prepared for this by stretching himself beforehand, that way he could take Mick whenever he wanted. He takes out something from his pocket before pushing his pants down, throwing a packet of lube right next to Mick. Lewis takes his shirt off too, leaving him completely bare for Mick. He watches as Mick stares and looks at him whole, eyes scanning every tattoo and every muscle.

Mick is much more turned on than he’d expected. He still feels a little shaky and nervous, but with Lewis being so sure of himself, he knew he had nothing to worry about. Mick’s eyes land on the lube and he grabs it, tearing it open with his teeth. He knows the drill and understands wordlessly what Lewis wants. He spreads his knees a bit and grips his length, stroking himself in languid movements of his fist while he pours the lube on his cock, making the slide of his hand slippery.

Lewis is hard, too, though he’s not touching himself. He’s waiting, making sure Mick is ready before he pounces. He looks pretty like this, unsure and moving slow, looking to Lewis for assurance. Mick surprises him when he pats his lap with his free hand, signaling for Lewis to come closer. It’s the only motivation he needs to climb onto Mick’s lap and kiss him deeply, both hands cupping either side of his face, licking hotly into his mouth.

Lewis practically tears the white cotton shirt off of Mick, even though he loves the way it hugs his torso so tightly. He reaches down to touch Mick again, feeling how heavy and warm the length was, arguably his favorite part of Mick. Lewis steadies himself on his knees and leans forward, kissing Mick again to distract him from what he was doing below, guiding the head to his entrance and pressing it into himself without a struggle.

Lewis lets out a breathy moan as he sinks down, arms wrapping loosely around Mick’s neck while Mick’s hands found their rightful place on Lewis’s waist. Lewis struggles to hold himself together, especially when he hadn’t even asked if they could do this. It felt wrong, even though he knew Mick would do anything for him.

Mick was in awe of the man above him, taking his whole cock without complaint. He’d never thought he’d meet someone who wanted him this badly, so much so that he didn’t even want to ask to have him, just wanted to have him whenever he could. Mick mimics Lewis’s arms and wraps his around the older man’s waist, pressing them flush against each other.

Lewis moves his hips in measured figure eights, his cock leaking profusely between them, barely getting any friction. He pulls away just a little, just to watch Mick’s face contort in pleasure. He could do this all day, ride him nice and slow, make him come over and over until he couldn’t anymore. Lewis gyrates faster, pressing his forehead against Mick’s.

Mick was teetering on the edge, letting out soft gasps and puffing out breaths against Lewis’s face, prompting Mick to kiss him again. Lewis’s hands were all over him, tangled in his hair and feeling down his chest. It made his skin flush a deep red, like freshly picked cherries and dusty dried roses. Mick’s fingers press harshly into Lewis’s flesh, moving back to grip his thighs, guiding him up and down on his cock.

Lewis can tell Mick needs more, and he obeys easily by moving with a little more intent, his noises turning whiny as he felt Mick’s cock press into his sweet spot over and over. He’s close too, worked up from the fact that he was finally doing what he wanted, using Mick for his own pleasure.

It isn’t enough, of course, Mick always wants more. Mick only takes a second to move them into a new position, pressing Lewis into the couch and starting to fuck into him with snappy thrusts. He hears Lewis get even louder beneath him, whimpering whenever he’d hit his prostate dead on.

Lewis doesn’t know how he’d gotten this lucky. He didn’t have to say anything for Mick to know what he was thinking, what he needed. He can feel himself squeezing uncontrollably around him, tight like a vice. Lewis’s hands are cupping Mick’s face again, pulling him down for another sloppy, desperate kiss.

Lewis mewls against his mouth and throws his head back, fingers digging into Mick’s shoulder as he found his rhythm.

Mick has his hands on the couch, on either side of Lewis’s head, finding little purchase on the fabric as his thrusts became frantic, spurred on by Lewis’s reaction to his movements. Mick brings a hand between them to take hold of Lewis’s weeping cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

Lewis lets out a choked noise, his voice high-pitched. Mick’s hands feel like heaven on his sensitive dick, and it only takes a few strokes to have him coming all over himself, hips twitching and lifting off the couch as his orgasm hit him.

Mick made a valiant effort to keep going, to fuck Lewis until they were nothing but soft sobs and tangled limbs, but seeing Lewis feel so good pushed him over the edge. Mick let out one last groan before bottoming out completely, filling Lewis to the brim with come.

Lewis’s cock jerked at the feeling of Mick coming inside of him, legs tightening around Mick to keep him in place.

Mick slumped over him as lightly as he could, breathing harshly against Lewis’s neck. “That was..”

“Incredible.” Lewis finished. He gently lifted Mick’s head from his neck and kissed him gently, eyes looking over his face to try and detect any ounce of regret or shame on Mick’s expression.

“I love you,” Mick said easily, putting his hand over Lewis’s on his cheek, stroking his skin warmly.

“I love you more,” Lewis insists.

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[britneyshakespeare]

Dresses that are nice but they're only made to fit you if you're 5'5 T____T