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anyways koala characters as shit clown jukebox has said
yeah this is inspired from nini
koa
julian
aadat
@pearlgisa @floraljae look at me shamelessly copy you
3-E as dumb shit CJ (clown jukebox) has spewed on multiple occasions
for context, clown jukebox is my discord server. here are some accursed messages by its members ft. my favorite characters from 3-E. SUGINO:
RIO:
KAYANO:
KARMA:
NAGISA:
HAZAMA:
@mirohtron @floraljae @crystaellites @tsukkistars thank you for contributing to some of the content <33
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excerpt from Amuse Me: "What do you mean, you want to quit?" Sugino exclaimed incredulously. "You're his Royal Majesty, the King; you can't quit like some unpaid clerk!" "Clerks don't quit, Sugino. They stay at the same position for the rest of their lives and then perish as unhappy souls," Nagisa sighed.
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excerpt from Amuse Me: "We're going to end up with our heads mounted on spikes!" Here we go, Nagisa remarked to himself. How predictable that his mother would react the way she did. Why he ever accepted Rio's suggestion, was beyond him. A note to the wise; never accept anything a drunk friend spews to you, no matter how good it sounded at the time. Better still, never accept it to the point that it would become a royal proclamation or worse still, a royal decree. But of course, Nagisa Ishmael Shiota obviously chose not to listen to that.
soph and respect ?? for MOI ?? no this is not the universe I belong in
@mirohtron @floraljae something seems amiss in details
you can't just leave me on this cliff.
The human stared at the fairy staring at them curiously. A bizarre little flower crown of dried little dandelions, the long drooped stems holding the brown bloomings just above the fairy's eyelashes, was delicately perched on top of their head. It was... truly odd. In the fascinating way. Striking. The dandelions seemed to wave and bounce and jump simply on their own.
"How'd you find my dwelling?" the fairy asked, and the way they pronounced their words was also curious. "Ages have passed since someone trespassed."
"Oh! I'm—not actually trespassing."
The fairy held a finger up. "Walking into a fairy's dwelling uninvited or without the prior given permission of the fairy is trespassing," they informed politely. "The dwelling asks for the most ridiculous things this season, you must've been quite desperate for it to let you in. Would you like something?"
The human paused for a good while. They weren't sure how long, but with how the fairy's lips were slowly quirking up, they figured it was for too long.
"I." The human searched, and took a gorgeous jewel out of their satchel. "I met a... talking robin." The fairy took the jewel in nimble fingers, looking at its designs. "It's unlike anything I've ever seen."
"I suppose the robin told you to bring this to me?"
"Well... er, yes. I think. It did say, 'fairy dressed in pale tunics and skirts with an odd flower crown.'" The fairy matched these descriptions. It must be them?
The fairy's brows knit, running a thumb along one of the jewel's finer carvings. Too fine. Much too fine to be done by a person.
"Unappealing, honestly," they said at last. "Must be quite the trade in your world, though."
The human stared at the fairy, dumbfounded. Unappealing? It could be worth several hundred thousands!
Very obviously, the fairy grew amused, and chortled at the human's reaction. "It's not terrible," they said. "Just not very... up the cards? For trade in our world." The fairy crossed to a little table off to the side. "But, it will do. I am quite sure the robin wanted you to trade. With me. It does that a lot." The fairy turned to look at the human, the dandelions dancing with the movement. "And I suppose you also need something."
"I... do, actually."
The fairy grinned like they'd accomplished a task they'd set for themself. "Wonderful. What would you like, dear wanderer?"
... gimme my discord password you bitchfuck i have some administrative duties (trans: im taking your admin role away mfer)
i love u so so so so so so so so so so so so so much
no you dont you pushed me off a cliff
EXACTLY
NERO IS SO <3333
Kyle best beloved this is so heartbreakingly good 😭
What's the answer to how to stop loving somebody?
Julian has been losing sleep at the age of seventeen trying to shut himself up and open himself up again and shut and open and shut and open and do it one thousand times back to back like he's constantly looking into a fridge for food that will never be there or constantly opening the front door in the hopes of seeing a Koa who will never be there. What's the answer to stop loving the first boy you ever loved who threw your heart aside because you're not a pretty boy and you sneer to look cool too much and you can't articulate your feelings well or use too little commas?
Here's a comma, here.
Julian opens the front door of his house again and there's no Koa. Ginger is standing outside again looking up at him so he takes her inside and gently tells her not to go outside again. Really Julian's crying in a small apartment all alone and two hours away from his childhood home because mom is too mean and too unreasonable and everybody had been talking about the pretty fifteen years old Indian boy with pretty green eyes and pretty jet black hair who moved away two years ago and Julian can't stop overthinking everything.
Walls are crumbling in the home inside Julian and maybe there's a couple hypothetical bunnies jumping around inside the house because Julian's always loved bunnies but he can't take care of one. He opens his phone to no messages from his mom or his classmates from highschool or the pretty green eyed Indian boy because Koa ghosted him a long time ago and Julian's hubris is dying and mom is too mean and Julian doesn't talk to anyone nowadays.
Sometimes he wishes he found out he liked boys a little later and after Koa left so he wouldn't have to deal with the grief of knowing what he planted in the soil could never grow because the person he trusted the most didn't want to water it. You reap what you sow but what happens when both of you sow and only one tries to reap it but there's no water and no manure and no nothing? Julian should have realised he liked boys later in his life so he wouldn't have to know that his closest friend was also the person he romantically loved the most and who left him because he didn't like what he saw.
Julian should clean up his house but he wants to cry more and the house inside smells rotten and he doesn't like it but what can he do. The bunnies are turning to dust bunnies and there's rotting food at the table and it was meant for Koa when he would come back home but he never did so what's the point really.
How do you stop loving somebody! Julian doesn't know the answer and he has been kicking and screaming trying to find one but several things are also kicking and screaming at him all at once and it feels really unfair because why are they doing that to him when he's doing that to no one? Will he rot in this apartment or will things get better? He wants to lie down and press a tear stained cheek to the wooden floor and let the rats eat his grief that's riddled its way into his flesh away but it's nowhere near working because the rats can smell the rotting food in the house inside him, sitting on the table, waiting to magically grow fresh once Koa walks inside the house with a, "I'm home, Julie!" and a kiss to Julian's stained cheeks before he cleans up the whole house and renovates it into something nicer for the two of them but when did dead men ever come back to life.
Julian opens the front door and looks outside again and the commas still haven't brought Koa back.
What's the answer to how to stop loving somebody?
Julian doesn't know but at least he knows that loving somebody who's long left you makes you believe in the most nonsensical things just so you can cling onto hope because hope keeps one alive. Which is so funny because Koa put a sack over his head and stabbed Julian a long time ago no matter how unintentional and he probably thinks it doesn't hurt Julian much but the knife went straight through his heart so maybe Julian doesn't need Koa anyway.
Julian breaks down again.
TU KUTTE KI AULAAT MAR JALEGI !!!!
do go on, your broken hindi is fascinating to watch
IKR !! the tags under this post are literally on fire 🔥 i love these people lmao. like i expected sumi's mother to shun her but not shardul's aunt. glad to see those who made the worst possible comments (like sumi's brother or shardul's sisters and his brother-in-law) come around. a lot happened in that one year, but tbh, im glad they didnt show that. it's not about how the hets came around and accepted them, after all. and those who call this a happy ending seriously need to watch the film again
badhaai do: how some of us from the queer community missed its point
I've been back after 9213049 years to announce that y'all MUST watch Badhaai Do, it's literally the most beautiful form of queer representation I've seen. another thing, ignore those who say there are zero queer people involved. a few spoilers ahead, so please watch the movie before reading this :))
1. the script consultant is queer. 2. the people in the pride parade (which had the unfortunate straight flag in the trailer) were queer. I saw plenty of instagram stories by those in there, posting about it, and checked out their profiles. if they didn't spot it, that means not all queer people keep up with news that makes them sad lol. 3. the girl who hands the mask to Shardul was his sister-in-law, also queer. 4. we also don't know for sure whether there aren't any other queer people involved in the making, so let's not just assume that only the hets were a part of this. and check out the interviews by the crew - they have mentioned more than once that they showed this film to a LOT of queer people, showed the script to a lot of queer people too. the script consultant recently mentioned just how far the writers and directors went to keep it as sincere as possible. that doesn't sound like "rainbow capitalism to me". that doesn't sound like capitalizing off queer suffering. i, for one, can see some sincere and genuine effort put in by people who are not even gay. we got a pride anthem, some solid gay-lesbian solidarity (#sumiandshardulbesties5ever), realistic queer romance, and several milestones in Indian cinema too, I think (I do not recall a blood test being portrayed as sensual in bollywood before OH MY GOD). i remember tearing up at sumi's father destroying her (and me) with the singular line: "mere ghar me hi kyu?" (why does it have to be at my home AKA why does it have to be my daughter?). i remember the joy of seeing a pride parade and my date bawling like a child watching sumi and rhimjhim run underneath the rainbow. i had to watch it more than once to fully understand the little details and the subtleties of the characters. some of my favourites are: 1. rhimjhim blowing kisses at shardul during the pride (hints at the start of the second half, when shardul blows her kisses) 2. guru giving such a fruity kick to shardul it melts my heart dkjsfji 3. not all members of the family are present in the last scene. taiji and sumi's mother are absent, another unnamed aunt, shardul's nieces, etc. but we see her brother, who was the one who called her a "pervert". character growth there and we dont need to get into how it happened. this is not about them, after all. 5. sumi wearing the red glasses to not let shardul's coworkers find out that she's a part of the parade. 6. the walkie-talkie during the scene with shardul's superior and his wife visiting them for tea is blaring about loud, barking dogs and the dialogues SEND ME. 7. kabir's text messages. you really need to pause to read them but they're so sus (i think he might be cheating? idk) basically, it ages like an evergreen forest. i didn't expect to walk into the theatre to watch an arthouse, indie film. at its core, what badhaai do has achieved is something phenomenal - it has retained what defines a bollywood movie while simultaneously portraying queer relationships as something not extraordinary or reserved for the "woke" segments of society. the characters aren't just their sexualities and sumi says it herself: "hissa hain, puri zindagi kaha hain." (trans: it's just a part of us, not our entire life.) shardul slaps his lover, kabir is an asshole, sumi decimates her partner's career, rhimjhim makes assumptions on shardul's sexuality, etc. it is bad enough that i have to sit through homophobes calling this as a disgusting film filled with obscene scenes, giving their low-iq opinions on why it's wrong. now i have to sit through seasoned, jaded queer individuals like me, give some of the worst reasons to cancel a film and call it problematic? The characters are not pinnacles of perfection and I'm here for it. I don't want a cardboard vincian protagonist. some
of the reviewers clearly don't understand what nuance is and I'm okay with that. some of us who have grateful access to resources and inner pride meetings forget that there are those still in closet, those who still don't know that gender is a social construct. that we still live in a country which has some of the most homophobic outlooks. sure, homophobia was a concept popularized by the British, but are we really going to forget that there are scriptures dated BC that have specific laws for punishing lesbians? homophobia has been as rooted in our culture as the urge to search for a suitable groom for a girl the minute she comes of age (the number may change with each passing century, but does it really matter?). those that go as far as the city's outskirts for a chance to live a life free from the heteronormative eye. there are also those who want a child as their own. what's so heteronormative about that? what's so heteronormative about wanting to be a mother? are we seriously going to nitpick on the littlest things? and let us not forget that guru isn't at all interested in the child. he states this himself and is hesitant to join Shardul until he is told that it is just to be by his side. the ending is not meant to be perfect. heck, I would go as far as to say that the true ending was when it was just Sumi and Shardul with the child. perhaps the filmmakers wanted to offer us a happy ending, or at least, a bittersweet one. and i will quote the director from his interview with PeepingMoon: "they never really come out of the closet. instead, the closet just gets bigger." this is coming from someone still in the closet, living in a somewhat conservative society and still grasping with their own gender identity. my closet keeps getting bigger, with the recent addition of my mother to it. watching this movie encouraged me to come out to her and my mother to give some of most supportive words a queer child can hear. and for that, i cannot thank Badhaai Do and its makers enough for it.
blue yellow green
@maplecornia @crystaellites
Saw this on Twitter. What 3 potions would you drink?
I would take brown, white, and yellow!
BITCH THIS ?????? im in awe ??? im so late but broski im so proud of you look how far you've come i literally feel like a parent.
pls give it a title bro im trying to call it smth other than "hxv angsty piece"
Acting Classes.
The hero feels dizzy. Unsteady on their feet.
The villain, their best friend, glares at them unmasked.
They know. They know. This is a curse.
"You seem rather surprised."
"You're..." my best friend. My dearest. My love. "Plainer than I thought."
"And not as young, I bet."
"Yeah."
It morphs into silence. The hero's heart beats like a hammer, into their organs, dropping down past their stomach like a weight they're too weak to lift. They feel sick. They haven't eaten. There's bile clawing up their esophagus.
The hero heaves in a breath and turns away.
"I've unmasked several heroes before," says the villain. "And villains alike. There's something dispiriting about seeing their face, isn't there?"
"Yeah." The hero's vision won't focus. Do they know? Do they know now? The hero's fingers curl into fists and they force the nausea down. "I'd rather continue the chase pretending this never happened."
"But it did happen. You'll never let this go, you'll search for me. Won't you?"
Like the searching hadn't been done. Like the hero doesn't know their favourite fruit, how they cut their apples, how they like it when the hero feeds them oranges, damn it. How they can be cruel sometimes and the hero expects it. How they watch them like a hawk when they're holding the kitchen knife, chopping up onions and garlic and chillies like they'll stab them.
Do they know? Did they always know? Were they just waiting for the hero to know, too?
The hero kneels down on wobbly feet. Untie the ropes with cold, numb hands.
The villain stares down at them. Their friend. The sweetest thing they had until a minute ago. The cruelest, most viscous thing they have. Their dearest. Their love.
The next day the hero falls ill, sneezing into tissues. The villain presses the paper against their nose, clogging the airways until the hero has to breathe through their mouth. The chicken soup is just a tad saltier. Their hands are just a smallest bit more rough. Their quips come more easily. They stare longer. The villain never leaves their side for a moment.
This is a curse. This is torture.
The villain wipes away a tear, pretending the hero's eyes are dry because of the cold weather. They pretend their sniffles are from the sickness.
"Hard, isn't it?" they say, tracing lines into the hero's palm. "Being an undergrad. Working so hard knowing damn well this is all fruitless work. The truth is rarely so kind."
"I've known."
"But it punches you in the face and you fall ill."
The hero pretends they're talking about their failed project. They take the villain's hand and squeeze hard. So hard it is past the strength of their civilian identity.
I love you. I love you. Is this what ends us?
It is a kindness that the villain does not acknowledge it.
"Thank you," the hero says, even though what they want to do is sob into their friends chest and feel them card their fingers through their hair. I love you. I love you. Isn't that enough?
The villain takes a tissue and suffocates the hero with it until their mouth opens again. "You're welcome."
All throughout their life, all that they were was just a pair of actors, weren't they?
no DONT APOLOGIZE ITS MUCH BETTER THAN MINE and whoever complains about its longevity better worry about their own tbh
The hero feels dizzy. Unsteady on their feet.
The villain, their best friend, glares at them unmasked.
They know. They know. This is a curse.
"You seem rather surprised."
"You're..." my best friend. My dearest. My love. "Plainer than I thought."
"And not as young, I bet."
"Yeah."
It morphs into silence. The hero's heart beats like a hammer, into their organs, dropping down past their stomach like a weight they're too weak to lift. They feel sick. They haven't eaten. There's bile clawing up their esophagus.
The hero heaves in a breath and turns away.
"I've unmasked several heroes before," says the villain. "And villains alike. There's something dispiriting about seeing their face, isn't there?"
"Yeah." The hero's vision won't focus. Do they know? Do they know now? The hero's fingers curl into fists and they force the nausea down. "I'd rather continue the chase pretending this never happened."
"But it did happen. You'll never let this go, you'll search for me. Won't you?"
Like the searching hadn't been done. Like the hero doesn't know their favourite fruit, how they cut their apples, how they like it when the hero feeds them oranges, damn it. How they can be cruel sometimes and the hero expects it. How they watch them like a hawk when they're holding the kitchen knife, chopping up onions and garlic and chillies like they'll stab them.
Do they know? Did they always know? Were they just waiting for the hero to know, too?
The hero kneels down on wobbly feet. Untie the ropes with cold, numb hands.
The villain stares down at them. Their friend. The sweetest thing they had until a minute ago. The cruelest, most viscous thing they have. Their dearest. Their love.
The next day the hero falls ill, sneezing into tissues. The villain presses the paper against their nose, clogging the airways until the hero has to breathe through their mouth. The chicken soup is just a tad saltier. Their hands are just a smallest bit more rough. Their quips come more easily. They stare longer. The villain never leaves their side for a moment.
This is a curse. This is torture.
The villain wipes away a tear, pretending the hero's eyes are dry because of the cold weather. They pretend their sniffles are from the sickness.
"Hard, isn't it?" they say, tracing lines into the hero's palm. "Being an undergrad. Working so hard knowing damn well this is all fruitless work. The truth is rarely so kind."
"I've known."
"But it punches you in the face and you fall ill."
The hero pretends they're talking about their failed project. They take the villain's hand and squeeze hard. So hard it is past the strength of their civilian identity.
I love you. I love you. Is this what ends us?
It is a kindness that the villain does not acknowledge it.
"Thank you," the hero says, even though what they want to do is sob into their friends chest and feel them card their fingers through their hair. I love you. I love you. Isn't that enough?
The villain takes a tissue and suffocates the hero with it until their mouth opens again. "You're welcome."
All throughout their life, all that they were was just a pair of actors, weren't they?
what is with kyle and writing heart fluttering bullshit right after breaking my heart 😀 scientists are still looking for an answer to this eternal puzzle
there is something odd in the villain's gaze when they're pressed against the wall outside the bar.
the bass makes their spine thrum to the beat against the cold, rough bricks digging into their skin.
"look at you," says the villain, tracing their knuckles down the curve of their cheek. it hits them, belatedly, that they're leaning in close. they're a little too high to say anything about it. "i thought you hero types slept at eight and rose at six like little do-gooders."
the hero stays silent, and it's mainly because they're thinking too much about the remark. the hero had thought so, too, that they probably stuck out. high at bars as they performed songs.
the villain takes their chin and tilts their head towards the light of a nearby lamppost, and the hero wonders if the light's bright enough to separate their brown irises from their pupils.
"and high as a kite..." the villain swipes a thumb across the corner of their lip, then under one nostril, and brings that thumb to their tongue. "aren't you something?"
of course the hero's something; they're a wonderful thing. they know that. the villain takes them by the waist and turns them around until they're in the middle of the little alley. the hero grabs their jacket for balance. the powder's making their stumbling funnier than it should be.
the villain starts humming the song they'd been singing in the bar. it's not fit for a bar. but the hero plays whatever, and whoever listens likes it. the hero jokingly calls themself a siren because of it.
it's teasing, how the villain sings the lyrics in a low mumble, as people usually do. "let me in, through the door."
"i can't find it if you hide it," sings the hero, and the powder makes their lips quirk up at the harmony. the villain knows the words, too, because the hero pronounces their consonants well. it's one thing they like about their singing. "...i'm a wasted girl."
first the villain pauses, then lets out a monosyllable laugh, then spins them around like they're doing the waltz. it's odd. the hero likes it. the villain grins as they sing along. it's not good, of course it isn't, but the hero likes it. how mundane it is. how the villain isn't insecure about it. "and i don't know how."
"i'm a wasted girl," they sing, voice quiet (with the complement of the villain's humming) and still louder than the bass from the bar. "i'm a wasted nun, and i don't know how." the two dissolve into giggles. or at least the hero does, because the villain merely chuckles their Villainous Chuckle™ as they stare. their eyes are light in colour, their usually pinprick-thin pupils the size of polka dots. they brush off the bits of loose rock that have probably stuck to the hero's jacket.
"aren't you something," the villain repeats. "i thought you'd be a bubblegum pop doll." they tilt their head to the side. "what else do you know?"
evanescence. avril lavigne. just the basics, but the villain handles it with an endearing curiosity and lets the hero push them against the bricks as a joke. for a flash there's the panic, that that was the wrong thing to do, but the villain merely smiles down at them and the powder makes the hero think it looks dazy and fond.
the villain traces the curve of their cheek again with their knuckles, pushing messy hair out of their face. they just listen to the hero talk and ask innocent questions, and in the morning there's that record they've always wanted on their bedside table.
the teasing about last night, of course, never stops.
it is us indeed
You soon learn why the aliens have asked for you specifically. They aren’t aliens, they’re your dumb friends and their prank has gotten REALLY out of hand.
That's not all, because I'm still drawing a few characters, but that's all I have so far
By the way, if anyone wants to draw them, you are always welcome, you can do it. And I'll need some drawings anyway, for some business of course "TvT
⬇ Dop info ⬇
🏀 Name: Mister Liam
🏀 Age: 38
🏀 Occupation: PE Teacher
🏀 Gender: Male
🏀 Pronouns: He/Him
🏀 Eye color: Black
🏀 Strengths/Skills: Inhuman speed, Dexterity, Flexibility, Strength, Inhuman endurance
🏀 Personality: Mister Liam is a kind, playful and positive teacher who loves to mess with children and students. Despite his friendly demeanor, he still makes sure that the students follow the rules
🏀 Fact: He can do backflips
🖤 Name: Kyle
🖤 Age: 15-17
🖤 Occupation: Student
🖤 Gender: Male
🖤 Pronouns: He/Him
🖤 Eye color: Blue
🖤 Strengths/Skills: Drawing, Speed, Dexterity, Strength, Multilingualism
🖤 Personality: Most of the time he is calm, introverted, observant, quiet, taciturn, but a little joking with friends
🖤 Fact: His best friend is Skell, because they are almost the same character
🌸 Name: Stacy
🌸 Age: 15-17
🌸 Occupation: Student
🌸 Gender: Female
🌸 Pronouns: She/Her
🌸 Eye color: Black
🌸 Strengths/Skills: Drawing, Doing crafts
🌸 Personality: Playful, mischievous, a bit of a bully and tomboy, calm, joking, a bit of a teaser
🌸 Fact: 1- She is friends with Zip
2- She eats chalk