Posted in the April issue of Tales magazine. Illustration of ācooking showdown with Millaā has been published. Drawn by ufotable.
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Posted in the April issue of Tales magazine. Illustration of ācooking showdown with Millaā has been published. Drawn by ufotable.
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roses are red violets are blue, your name must be akzeriuth cause i fell for you. happy valentine's day!
oH MY GOD THIS IS SO LATE BUT??????????????????I CANT BELIEVE THIS OH MY GOD I can feel a strong hyperresonance between us, valentine ((reveal yourself))
I'm playing a game of "how invested can I get with characters I hardly know anything about" rn and losing bADLY
New Tales of Zestiria Character Revealed!Ā Ā»
His name is Mikulio (Ā ććÆćŖćŖ, mikurio, romanization not yet official), designed by Mutsumi Inomata and voiced by Ryouta Ohsaka. Heās one of the Divine and is Slay/Thrayās best friend. Heās invisible to normal people except to Slay.
i think that scene is supposed to be intimidating but i find it hilarious
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Dito is such a little shit but he's so fun to draw, wow
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That vignette, wow I love the dynamic between dito and five. Their personalities are so flawed and ugly and they are a perfect representation of the darker sides of humanity. They're so real lmao (maybe minus dito's body horror fetish) sometimes it's kind of unsettling and that's what I love about it yeh I'm so excited for this game ughshdf
I translated the newest short story uploaded onto the Drakengard 3 website. Dito is the star this time. I recommend reading this alongside Fiveās story for maximum enjoyment.
DITO - THIS REPULSIVE WORLD I hear the sound of the waves. It annoys me, but this being a seaside country, thereās no getting away from it, save for sleep. Another morning⦠I think wearily to myself. I wish the sun had never risen. Then I wouldnāt have to go through another exasperating day⦠but no. If the sun had never rose, it would still be night. Nights are worse⦠because at nights, I have to⦠I stop thinking before the bad memories fully came back to me. But just the hint of them made my whole body shudder. Thatās when I heard her voice. āDito?ā The same voice as in the memories I was trying to avoid. I should have tried to feign sleep a little longer⦠this woman is as dense as a brick, yet surprisingly sensitive to my movements. This⦠sow-like woman. āHmm? Five⦠up already?ā I make a show of rubbing my eyes as if Iād only just woken up. āDito, continue sleeping.ā Ah, if I could, I would! Iād actually prefer never to wake up again, if it meant one less night of those huge bags of meat suffocating me⦠āItās because youāre being so noisy, Five.ā Still, I canāt let my guard down. Who knows what sheād try to do to my defenseless body⦠not that things go much better when Iām conscious. āOh, Iām sorry.ā āItās okayā¦ā Like hell sheās sorry. Sheās not really. Sheās only pretending to be considerate. Itās all surface-level with her. āGoing through your wardrobe again? This early in the morning?ā āThereās not enough time in the day for me! Iāve got to get as early a start as possible.ā āWell, maybe if you didnāt change your clothes three or four times in one day youād have more time. Couldnāt you just wear one outfit until evening?ā Besides, thereās no masking your insides. No matter what you wear, youāre still jump a fat lump of flesh. Wrap yourself up in ribbons all you like⦠in the end a pig is still a pig. āI canāt do that! How could I wear just one dress when I have so many?!ā Itās almost sort of tragic how someone could have so much to wear yet so little that actually suited them. Strike that⦠itās hilarious. āTell me, Dito, what about these?ā I can tell you already they wonāt look good. Donāt you realize those layered gowns just make you look even meatier? Or that those woolen ones make you seem twice as fat? Iāll bet you havenāt the foggiest idea that your favorite style of clothing, with all the lace and frills, looks worst on you. Like a ham wrapped up as a gift. Talk about bad taste. āMaybe you donāt like any of these dresses because they seem hard to take off me?ā Thatās not it at all! Ugh, youāre so gross! Donāt touch me! ā¦I want to scream, but of course I canāt. No upsetting the Songstress, now. I am her loyal Apostle⦠I must act in a way that pleases her. āNo⦠thatās not whatā¦ā This is what you like, right? Me acting like a cute little boy, blushing and shy? āOr maybe youād prefer I wore nothing at allā¦ā āI-Iā¦ā Of course I wouldnāt! Why would I?! āI donāt mind doing it clothed, eitherā¦ā āButā¦ā Whether youāre naked or clothed, I donāt want to do it with a pig! āI just need to be on top in that case. Or we could do it standing, from behindā¦ā āI said I donātā¦!ā I donāt want to have sex with you! The position isnāt the issue here! āThereās no need to be shyā¦ā Believe me, Iām not. Iām rejecting you from the bottom of my heart! ā¦I could never say that. Not as long as Iām her Apostle. āDresses! Werenāt we picking out dresses?!ā Face as red as an apple, I act flustered. The tone of my voice has become high-pitched as I indicate toward the dresses. So you enjoy this kind of behavior, huh? You hag. āHow about this one? This middle one, here? Itās dazzling!ā āForget the dresses for now, Dito. Come hereā¦ā āWell, then, how about this one? Check out the detail on this embroidery! You havenāt worn this one yet, have you?ā I slip out of her arms, though I know my escape will be short-lived. She likes it when I play hard-to-get, anyway. Itās more exciting for her if her prey tries to get away. Entering her dressing room, I let out a big sigh. The other Apostles must have the patience of saints! That or their Songstresses are considerably more sane. Maybe they all just have it better than me. Those two lovebirds from the desert kingdom seem pretty happy. Itās like theyāre walking through a perpetual flower field. Itās embarrassing to watch. An Apostleās duty is to satisfy the sexual needs of his Songstress. Whatās the point of acting like youāre in love? What kind of freak would fall in love with a Songstress in the first place? Oh, but right⦠that Apostle is a total idiot. No wonder, then. A waste, though, to be so handsome and yet so dumb. I wonder whatās harder, being ugly and intelligent or handsome and dumb? In any case, god seems to be stingy when it comes to giving out good looks and smarts at the same time. I continue pretending Iām looking for a dress. I make some noise pulling and pushing things off the rack, lest the pig woman check in on me. Iām careful not to tear any fabric, though. Thinking she might get sick of hearing the same sounds, I pull one of her gaudier dresses inside out, but soon realize how pointless what Iām doing is and give up on it. Instead I study the inside-out dress. Its shiny fabric canāt be seen through the back, and the reversed stitching reminds me of veins. Itās much prettier this way. I sort of like things inside-out like this. I wish you could do the same thing to humans; just stick your hands down their throats and yank them clean inside-out. Then all their organs and stuff would be right on display. Imagine if they were still digesting? Then you could see all the food theyād eaten right there in their stomachs. Thatād be one heck of a sight. Even that pig woman, if you turned her inside out⦠she might be cuter then. Instead of the white of her skin, imagine seeing the red and pink of her facial muscles. And her entrails, dangling invitingly⦠thatād be pretty sexy. I wonder how a moan might sound from an inside-out throat? ā¦Iām getting kind of hot and bothered. Time to stop daydreaming. Got to head back into the thick of it sooner or later. Searching for a dress was just a desperate bid to save time. My fate canāt be avoided. Carrying a dress sheād bought recently from an eastern salesman, I leave the dressing room. This Songstress likes nothing better than a performance, and the sight of me as her clown. Sheās got to have some screws loose, al right⦠but all the same. As I expected, her expression is one of satisfaction. I wish sheād learn to smile a little less vulgarly. āThis dress is lovely, too. But so is this one! Oh, Iām at such a lossā¦ā Iām the one at a loss here. Itās tough watching a woman be so engaged in picking out clothes that donāt suit her. Pretty depressing. āI wish I had three or four bodies. Then I could wear these all at once!ā āThree or four of you?! Are you serious?!ā āOf course.ā āā¦that would be a nightmare!ā I couldnāt help but blurt out my true thoughts. Three or four of her?! That would herald the end of days. Iād sooner hang myself. āI think itās a splendid idea. Next time I see my sister One, Iāll ask her if she doesnāt know a spell that could do that.ā Does that mean weāll have to go see her soon? Man. The eldest Songstress has a sharp mind. She makes me nervous⦠Iāve only met her a few times, but something about her rubs me the wrong way. After all, she was the one to command meatball here to rule over this seaside land. Canāt thank her enough for that, now can I⦠āIf there were three of me, I wouldnāt have to worry about what to wear. I could eat three times my full, as well!ā āYou already eat enough for three people as it is.ā āOh, I do not!ā Oh yes, you do! Make it more like five or six. She eats so much Iām surprised the chefs here havenāt died of exhaustion yet! āWhen the cooks ask if youād prefer meat or fish for dinner, you always say both.ā āOkay, my dear Dito. Thatās still only two peopleās worth.ā āThen when they ask how youād like your meat prepared, roasted or sautĆ©ed or boiled, you say all three!ā āWell, when you put it like thatā¦ā āAnd then when theyād ask how youād like your fish, grilled or baked or friedā¦?ā āI suppose I ask them to prepare all three. Oh no, now Iām hungry. Is breakfast ready yet?ā āFive, your gluttony knows no boundsā¦ā If I could, Iād ask her smart older sister for a spell to diminish her appetite. āI canāt wait for spring. Then I can go searching for scrumptious new things.ā Hunting and foraging was a hobby of hers. But scrumptious is not the word I would use to describe what she brings back⦠āYou mean things not fit for human consumption.ā āOh, but Two cooks them wonderfully! She has a knack for making delicious meals out of them.ā āYou donāt deny that theyāre usually inedible, though.ā How could she? Stuff like troll, orc and goblin meat⦠even sandworms. Thatās called monster hunting, not ingredient gathering. āTwo makes goblin brain into a delicious pate. Then thereās her spiky lizard stew, and her pickled six-eyed monster fishā¦ā No sane person would eat any of that crap. Never mind their twisted libidos, thereās also something seriously wrong with the Songstress tastebuds, too. āI guess you could consider it gourmet eating?ā āYou think so?ā āSure, dining on food you risked your life procuring could be a whole new culinary trend. Iāll pass on it, thoughā¦ā My measured response was due to my Songstressās influence. I really wanted to ask her what kind of animal would ever consider eating the crap she was describing. As I was thinking that, my eyes were forced back on her. I hate it when she makes me do that. āUm⦠Five?ā I could feel my face going slack as I looked up at the pig woman. āWhat are you thinking right nowā¦? Something strangeā¦?ā Like I needed to ask. Iād know that lustful expression from a mile away. āNot at allā¦ā Yeah, right. Sex is all you think about. āH-how about breakfast? Youāre hungry, right?ā āYes. Iām going to dig in right nowā¦ā āFive! Wait-ā Arenāt I a tragic hero? Forced to act in this charade? āNo, I wonāt wait⦠not anymoreā¦ā Itās in a Songstresses nature to be perverted and lewd. Perhaps itās connected to their singing abilities. As if that makes any sense at all⦠How can I sympathize with a nymphomaniac who gives me no peace, day or night? I canāt. No matter what the circumstances may be. āWhy are we doing this first thing in the morningā¦?ā Iām annoyed by my own complaining. I should know thereās no point. I almost want to knock my own mouth shut! āBecause of your cute, sleepy little faceā¦ā āThat makes no sense.ā āDonāt you like sleeping with my big breasts as a pillow?ā Ahhh⦠I give up. I wish she would at least stop licking me all over like that. It makes me feel all gross and sticky. Itās the worst. Sheās got no technique, either. The smell of her saliva, her body fluids⦠I want to throw up. I wish I could⦠Iād feel better for it. But that her anger her, for sure. Her voice is what I really canāt stand. Sounds like someone strangling a chicken. This is the pits. My body is all sticky, my ears full of that awful sound, and those two sacks grinding against my stomach as she writhes on me⦠I canāt think of a worse torture than this. I wonder if that old man with the rings wouldnāt switch with me. Iām sure he wouldnāt mind being this womanās partner⦠seems like heāll do anything with a hole. Thereās probably no man more suited toward being an Apostle than that one. Iād like a spell to make three or four of him. Hey, thatās not a bad idea. Iāll ask big sis One about it myself, next time I see her⦠God, when are you going to be done?! Youāre so heavy. Get off already, you hag! I wish I could kill you! Thereās no way I could though. Iāve already tried to. But when I went to stab her from behind⦠āWhat are you doing, Dito? Naughty boy.ā The moment I heard her voice, my sword was at my feet. My hands had lost the strength to grip it. No Apostle can defy their Songstress. No matter what. I learned the truth that day⦠just remembering what happened makes me want to die. I want to die. Why did I have to be her Apostle? Why couldnāt I have gotten a different Songstress? Iād have liked to serve under another one instead. But maybe theyāre all the same⦠who knows? Still, no one could be worse than her. Those two in the desert seem happy, the old man is having fun⦠itās not fair that only I have to suffer. Hm? Speaking of which, wasnāt there another one of us⦠the idiot, the old man, me, and⦠ugh, I forgot. Oh well. I wish sheād finish already. Iāve already counted all the cracks in the ceiling. I really donāt want to have to get started on the walls⦠āNo⦠not yetā¦!ā Not yet what? Itās all the same in the end, no matter how many hours youāre at it. Itās not like you feel anything. To be so lustful yet unable to feel a thing⦠on that count alone, I pity you. Poor thing⦠nah, you deserve it. āMy dear, sweet Dito⦠donāt make that face.ā What face? Am I making a face? Whatever it is, it must be to your liking. āIf your appetite is as much as three peopleās, Five, your lust is equal to thirty.ā āMy⦠what praise!ā āIām not praising youā¦ā āGood boy⦠let me reward you. Where do you want it next?ā āThatās a punishment, not a reward.ā āOh? You prefer to be punished?ā Not really, but itās all the same in the end. This is torture. āWhy are you so lustful, Five?ā āAm I? Really?ā You donāt even realize it? Well, I suppose itās more than a simple case of lust for you⦠A Songstressās libido is stronger than a normal humanās. But youāre even more different. No matter how many positions you try or how many hours you spend doing it, it will never feel good for you. Do you think sleeping with lots of people will fix that? Youāre not satisfied with your dressed because none of them suit you. Do you think new ones will change that? You know that no one would serve you if you didnāt brainwash them. Do you think youāll ever find someone who honestly loves you? Unfortunately there is no cure for your lack of sensation. No dress will ever look good on you and nobody on earth is crazy enough to love you. My poor little Songstress⦠serves you right! ā¦hm? I feel a crease in my brow. Am I frowning? I touch my forehead, cheeks and mouth. Iām frowning all right. But how? Five would never allow me to frown⦠āWhatās wrong?ā āOhā¦ā āItās not like you to space out in bed like that.ā Iām a little shocked, the be honest. But Five quickly regains her composure. Before I know it, sheās back to her gluttonous old self. I can tell because my voice and facial muscles are going out of my control, just as usual. āDonāt be mean⦠I have matters on my mind, as well.ā āAre you mad?ā āNoā¦ā Youāre lying. You must be, or else why is my voice coming out so soft? Why is my face contorted in fear? Are you made I interrupted your reverie? Or that I noticed you were distracted? Apostles cannot disobey their Songstresses. Thatās right⦠I canāt raise so much as a finger against this woman. I am made to act the way she pleases, to say words that delight her. I am a perfect slave. I remember you once said this to your kind elder sister: āI love this boy with all my heart. Every last bit of him! Even his mean and mischievous parts.ā Who wouldnāt love a boy whoād do anything they wanted? You like the mean and mischievous parts of me? Please. You regulate just how mean I am, and never allow it to surpass your expectations. Any part of me that doesnāt fall in line with your image of me, you suppress. The proof of that is in my inability to utter a single word of truth to you, even now. āLetās continueā¦ā āYouāre not done yet?!ā Iām not really surprised. Iām just being made to act like I am. My eyes become wide on their own; I didnāt will them to. I just lay back and let it happen. āJust kiddingā¦ā I know you are. I know all of you, after all; your lies, your emptiness, your stubbornness, your desire for control. And you know, I donāt hate the ugliness inside your heart. I can forgive your rotting insides, because⦠Iām your Apostle.
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Japanese covers for the Leviathan series by Pablo Uchida
Ugh, I am such a sucker for the girl-disguising-as-a-boy-to-get-shit-done trope
These are BEAUTIFUL covers.