Here's finally the part 9 of my 'fav characters in color' meme series with the selected characters being white-themed =^.^=
The selected characters in the pic are:
- Hello Kitty
- Jumpy Ghostface (From Hero 108)
- Colette (From Brawl Stars)
- Master Shake (From ATHF)
- Rusty (From Roary the Racing Car)
- Moon (From Milky Way and the Galaxy Girls)
- Casper the friendly ghost
- Marie the Cat
Honorable mentions:
- Camilla the chicken (From the Muppets)
- Sanemi Shinazugawa (From Demon Slayer)
- Olaf (From Frozen)
- Greg Heffley (From DOAWK series)
- Mr. Peabody (From Mr. Peabody & Sherman)
- KAFU (From CeVIO AI vocal synth)
- ETC...
(WIP on this part, and it will be on the others... There's just so much to count. TwT)
I hope you all will like this my brave heroes and friends, I know it's not like my usual type of content, but still I wanted to do this for fun and to showcase my other fav characters from my other favorite interests and fandoms, the part 10 and 11 will either come out today or tommorow =^//^=
~Please do not make any mean comments or unclear criticism of any kind on any of my posts, whether it be on these ones with my artworks, doodles, comics and arts (whether they be traditionally on paper or digitally on MS paint or Ibispaint) or just random yet fun posts, collages, memes, etc... Only the constructive and helpful criticism that can help me improve will do. I understand that some of you might not like or be confused or just not your taste by it but this is just for my own liking and creativity and it's only harmless fun whether they be Hero 108 or Brawl Stars or anything else, and I'll be very gracious to respect you all if you respect me back.
If Brazil in Hetalia turns out like a white boy instead of a poc king in the anime I will fucking cry, sob, suffer and turn into a constellation bro, give him melanin please, Hima, i need this, I am kinda homeless…
So, I've wrote chapter 1 of NewStar project, I still don't know what to name it though.
Also this chapter involves kidnapping, name calling, creepy behavior (though it is low, MC doesn't like it and is talking about it a lot), and some horror and synesthesia elements.
𓏏𓏏𓏏Chapter-1𓏏𓏏𓏏
My heels dug on the muddy-ground as a rough callous hand pulls my arm. The grip was so secure, it felt like metal around my wrist.
"Let go of me, Ronald!" I screamed, hoping anyone but this fucker could hear my raspy ass voice at full volume.
"Shut up you snitch!" Ronald grabs my hair, 'black' as Mummi said, shoves me onto the ground. I gasp, trying to get away from the wet yet dry-ish texture as I am dragged away. Does this idiot want to go to jail??? His parents aren't rich enough to bail this bastard out for murder.
I try to grab a handful of soil as the disgusting texture invades my nose and snap my white eyes shut. I throw the soil at Ronald, hoping it hits him but the guy just laughed. Bitch...
My hand reaches for my bag, god these fools, they left my bag on me. I move my fingers and a metal bottle comes in my grasp from the bottle holder. I swing it, with all the strength I can muster, against Ronald's leg. Please let it be the knees!
Ronald's grip loosens and I hear a grunt. Sharp. With that, I rip my head away from the grip and shove him but a hand pulls at my wrist. It is soft. Much softer than Ronald’s.
"Be a brat and you'll be more than just a blind bitch." The breath of this... man. Maybe. Hits me and he leans in even closer. Close enough so his lips brush against my ear and making me freeze. This is not that joker Ronald… The voice is unfamiliar.
"F—cough fine.. just—cough.. just don't drag me.."
"It depends, sweet-cheeks." Disgusting creep...
The creep grabs me. By my head and shoves me forward. Shit... where are we even going...?
"Sir..” The word is like a tablet that won’t go down my throat without force. “Where are you taking me?"
"You don't need to know."
Tch.. bastard. Even counting steps is useless since judging by the cool air and leafy smell, it might be a forest. Hopefully the one near my school.
After a few more steps I am shoved and the fall is longer than I expected and I land on a rough stone surface. Ow.. my fucking head throbs as I sit up, a hand on my temples. I move it down to my nose and wince. It stings and leaks. Blood. Fuck.. how horrible I must look.
"Hello?!"
"Shh!" Ronald hisses, voice closer. Then a small thud of leather, boots maybe, along with a grunt beside me. I instantly move my hands closer to me, away from the sounds, but it is fruitless as those callous hands once again take my bruised wrist.
I reach at my bag, good still here, while my open knees scratch against the uneven planes. Great day to wear ripped jeans. Fuck you Nandani.
"What the fuck?! Let GO of me!"
"I told you to not be a brat, sweetie." The Creep's voice returns, louder and once again I hear a thud.
Ronald stops dragging me. Finally, I touch my knees, they are bleeding..
But my attention is taken away by the older boy’s mutterings.
Suddenly someone, likely the creep, snatches my bag away and throws it. I don’t hear it instantly, maybe it is far or in a ditch..? But there is also no splash that I can hear…
"Brat?! This isn't one of your porn videos, perv!"
"Damn, you really do change so fast." I feel a soft hand patting my cheek and I recoil. But then a slap stings me and my head snaps to the side. "Behave."
Before I could respond, I am pushed again. I try to scream but it is muffled by cold water.
From above I hear, "Are you sure this is safe, Ambrose?" A name too good for a man like him. "Oh you care about this boy?"
The conversation almost—almost distracts me from the cold water. It burns on my skin and drenches my tee and jeans completely. Fuck.. wet jeans feel horrible...
"Help! HELP!!"
The water—stagnant moments ago—moves. Not just moves but causes a sudden wave makes my back hit a wall. Spiky stone wall and that causes a sharp pain in my back.
"Argh!" Water floods in my open mouth, nose, and ears. I.. I just to black out and die. This is enough...
"ｱﾑｱﾑ??"
A hum breaks through the sloshes of the water and my eyes snap open.
It.. it is so loud..! The.. the light. The light is so loud and I can taste it. The hum is becoming a static in my mind, never leaving as my feet become numb. The taste, it is... it is like meat. Absolutely disgusting! It tastes exactly like the time I ate it from the floor.
Both then and now my eyes water as.. as something comes before me. So.. many.. so many... are they eyes? I had traced their figure once, a semi-circle with a curved line at the bottom.
"ꉣꋫꉣꋫ??"
The hum again crashes against me, breaking out a sob. I turn my face away and closing my eyes, feeling the pain of my muscles soften.
How do people... people who see.. live with this? I.. I don't want to see anymore...
"P-ple-ease…!"
My own voice.. it sounds so.. muffled and jumbled. Why is this happening... is this 'karma'? My death..? 'God'?
"Ƥ𝐚Ƥ𝐚卩𝐚??𝐚??"
What..?"
"𝓟𝐚ρ𝐚??"
What the fuck..? Why is God saying Papa?
The water once again moves and the light, the light that had an unnatural nothing feeling now felt warmer. I press myself to the wall, turning my head away.
"S-stop the light!"
"Who are you talking to, Soni?" Ronald shouts down.
I had almost forgot about them, and honestly what is the purpose of this shit? They are so stupid and weird. Not that cool weird, the bad one.
"N-no one!"
The entity shrinks in size and also the light dims down. Finally… Wait… light, shouldn't Ambrose and Ronald be able to see thi—
"Don't you want to get out, blind freak?"
Are they speaking the truth? But honestly, everyone's gonna know if I die. I’m the only blind boy of the town. And as I said before, Ronald is a middle class kid like me… but Ambrose? He seems like human trafficking people.
GOD… this is shitty.
"I do!"
"Then apologize!"
….They took me out to a FOREST, then a cave with this weird, cool weird, cosmic horror thing that behaves like a 'child' to get me to apologize? No wonder this bitch Ronald has F's lined up.
"FINE. sorry…"
The voices are softer now though I can still hear Ronald's obnoxious voice.
As they speak the warmth of the light comes closer and closer and something presses against my chest. I touch it, the head maybe, and it's so small! Aw.. like a baby.
Baby. Where's my bag?
My hand goes to my back before I catch myself. Ambrose had thrown it somewhere
SHIT. Shit shit shit… my money, Yashwini toys and clothes, those expensive ass Braille books…
What now? Mummi IS going to fucking murder me.
She will never let me go out anymore! Shit, I will stay caged until she mar—
SHUT UP Nevan. Just shut up. That's like.. 10 years away.
Something makes a sound. A deep rumbling one but it is.. soft and low? Um.. kinda like a demonic baby? Baby in yellow?
"What?"
"𝓟𝐚ρ𝐚!"
Oh this little head is that entity? I thought it was a ghost or a fish. That was stupid.
"Arrey.. I'm not your 'Papa'."
"𝓟𝐚ρ𝐚"
Yeah.. no point in arguing.
"K… what else?"
"Arrr…"
"Pfft.." I turn my head slightly down and it bumps with the small head. Should I call them that?
The head, it is so warm. Perfectly warm. Kinda like a blanket with all soft things in winter. I lean in and close my unfocused milky eyes.
"Freak!"
UGH! They have to ruin everything!
"Climb the rope!"
Rope? Where?
"On your right, idiot!" I move my hand beside my face and catches a rough, jutey long thing. A rope.
The little thing whines at the shouts and my hand goes down from the head to find the back. Just my fingers touch something..
Something wet. Smooth and it instantly waters. I rips my hand away from it.
"Oh god.. A-are you okay? Sorry—" I stammer but the warmth presses against my chest again. I taste the foul flavor again but it is.. sweeter. Like sugar over badly cooked… beef. Sorry Krishna...
The entity whines again, the static noise disappears like it wasn't there and the small thing bumps their head against my chest again.
"CLIMB!"
I flinch before remembering—
"Wait! I need my bag!"
Something drops down with a plop, splashing water over my and the being in my arms. They hiss, again pressing themselves against my chest.
As much as I want to comfort the thing, I don’t really have time for that. I reach at the thing that caused the splash. My money.. the books would be fine, I’ll dry them out but money..?
They hiss again. Shit.. maybe.. OH!
I open one chain while keeping the bag above. The shopkeeper, she gave me a baby book for free. It was hard and didn't have a squeaky sound like the other books. She said it was an action book, but will it entertain a cosmic being? Well… they were a child.
"What are you waiting for?!"
I feel the smooth surface and take the damn thing out. I hover it down before the small thing takes it. Then I immediately zip the bag close.
"Just WAIT!"
"Hurry up!"
I look down at the small weight in my arms, the taste burns and I snap my eyes shut, the light being too… what is that word? Like.. loud for light?? Whatever, you get my point.
"Can you let go..?"
They whine again, clinging. I exhale but the numbness of my legs reaches to my belly. The hunger for lunch dies down into… nothing. What the…
I try to gently lift them and they cling to me harder.
"I-I'll come back, okay? I gave you the gift right?"
Come Back??? SERIOUSLY?
"G𝒾𝐟𝐭..?"
"Mhm.. I'll come back."
"ᵇ𝐚¢Ҝ.." Their grip loosens with a whine. Aw… I'll have to come back..
"Now… where do you want to sit?" I lift my head while holding the entity close, opening my useless eyes. I suddenly feel a pull towards the front and I swim in that direction. Then a sudden burst of 'stopstopstop' on fucking repeat.
"Okay okay..!"
I mumble, letting them go. I move my hand around while swinging my drenched bag on my shoulders. Suddenly I feel small humanoid-ish fingers underneath my moisturized hand. YES I use skincare. Fuck you.
Anyways, the small fingers hold the book I had gave. I pat them before turning around.
"I'll come back tomorrow."
"丅𝑜м𝑜яя𝑜Ŵ…"
I waves at them, those bitches while my other hand hovers where I think the rope is. Oh, and look I am correct. I latch onto it and wait. Then I am pulled upwards.
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"𝓟𝐚ρ𝐚"
"𝓟𝐚ρ𝐚"
The long thing is taking Papa up
Papa is becoming smaller.. smaller.
Gift
Come Back
Tomorrow..
ꉓꂦꂵꍟ ꌃꍏꉓꀘ!
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"This is the stupidest fucking reason to abduct someone." I mutter, clutching onto Dmitri's arm so I don’t trip. Out of the three ‘bullies’, Ronald, Victor, and Dmitri, I liked him the best. He was Russian too… and he had strong arms as well. A good accent as well. He smelled like mint and didn't talk much. Mysterious.
I’ve heard that he is q—
"Shut up, freak." See? Ronald is just an insufferable waste of sperm. His mother must have avoided almonds like plague during his birth.
"Whatever.."
We walk in silence, Three pairs of feet, where was Dmitri when they pushed me in the cave. Hmph.. he is an idiot sometimes. My nails dig into the other boy's arm yet Dmitri doesn't pull away.
The footsteps stop, Dmitri does as well. Someone turns around and the boy tenses? I don’t hear anything except the wind. Then Dmitri guides me inside a vehicle. Their 'car' maybe. And someone slips beside me. My hand hovers at the dip of seat and feels a ring, one with a big jewel. Dmitri, thank god. I hum before placing my hands in my lap.
After at least a 10 minutes, I had been couting.
"Where to drop you, sweet cheeks?" Ambrose's voice comes from the front. He's driving since I know Ronald can't drive for shit.
Also, have you ever heard of a fucking kidnapper drop their victim home?
"Not home."
"That's pretty fucking vague, freak."
"I'm not fucking talking to you!"
"Oh you b—"
"Relax darling… no need to get so aggressive." Ew… honestly, poor Ronald.
A pause and Ronald grumbles but this time I can hear it.
"Fucking creep…" OMG, is that common sense coming out of Ronald Hills's mouth? God.. finally. Though I hope Ambrose doesn't hear that or at least ignores it..
"So, be more specific, sweetheart."
Why does he talk like that. Like… even China can't reach that level of fakeness or horniness. But China isn't know for it's horniness.. but Ambrose's voice sounds like that.
What the fuck am I talking about…
"I don't know… the beach?"
"Why?"
Why… well, to dry stuff. It is still morning, it has to be since only 30 minutes have passed since I had bought the baby stuff from the store before these loose screws kidnapped me.
"I'm drenched."
"Oh..?"
Fuck what? Whatever, this fucking pedophile can go fuck himself. He's the REAL waste of sperm. I shift closer to the window, clutching my bag while the creep laughs.
My thoughts go back to the little entity. My shoulders relax as those useless eyes stare out at the window. Hm.. Nandani can drive. Maybe she can take me to the forest.. but how can she know the way? Dmitri? If he agrees..
"Nevan." Dmitri whispers and I turn my head towards the voice, a frown on my face.
"What?"
"Vhy the hell did you break his arm? I told you, do not mess with them."
I rolls my eyes and leans against the seat. Seriously, this guy can be so boring sometimes.
"He started it..” I lean in close.
Dmitri exhales and it hits me, my cheeks feel we— NO, they do not.
"He broke your nose."
"S-smart people are always unfair."
A pause. Shit.. did I say something bad? Is Dmitri offended?
"You're going-k to get yourself killed, Soni."
My frown deepens, shifting slightly, but then Dmitri sighs.
"Ambrose is drivin’ us to my dorm…”
"Of course…" I mumble, playing with his bag's chain.
“Nu… Look on bright side. It is simple. You tell Mrs. Soni that you are at my dorm.”
I don’t respond, my eyes down. Should I let him? But I don’t know him that well… maybe, since we are hanging out today, I can be friends with him?? That’s two tragets in one arrow.
The drive continues.
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A small figure slips out. Out from the water, crawling… at least trying to, with a book floating at its face. Too close to be able to understand.
“𝓟𝐚ρ𝐚” A small, almost soft voice echoes in the cave. Like two people speaking in the same voice
A pause.
Then it moves on a rock, the plastic book with harsh teeth marks lies in front of it.
It opens the book and giggles. A small baby’s picture with a laughing face. It laughs with it.
It turns a page.
This time it growls. An angry baby’s picture. It growls with it.
The core issue with Isle of Dogs' use of language is that it was made for a monolingual English-speaking audience.
It's not made of monolingual English-speaking and bilingual (Japanese and English-speaking) audiences. Nor was it made for the general US audience as well as the general Japanese audience.
The Japanese language is not meant to be understood by anyone, either having English speakers translate it or leaving the audience to infer what is being communicated. The spoken English translation often overlays the spoken Japanese. Not even basic Japanese is used for the benefit of English-speaking audiences, only English words from Japanese speakers. Then written Japanese is set dressing. If it's not translated, it goes by so fast that if you understand it, you don't have the time to read it. Then the dogs all have standard English dog names with tags that are written in English. And you know, the whole thing where the dogs, our main characters, speak English.
The movie is designed in such a way that translating to Japanese is impossible without being uniquely awkward.
While there must be much to enjoy if you understand both, the movie does not just favor English, it others Japanese.
When it comes to the movie's use of language, every related issue branches from this and every potential praise has to contend with it.
And yes, there are movies made for both domestic and international audiences as well as ones for both monolingual and bilingual audiences. It can be done.
