#idol is not dead

[lazycranberrydoodles]

this is how the post-lqq interaction went right

[hrokkall]

Body, mind, soul

[daily-trey]

why do i even bother....

Ko-fi | Shop

[sweaterswear]

Everyone wants to talk about Husk being all the other cool guys like Mr voodoo but no one wants to talk about Alex Brightman and all his silly voices.

He's just so silly to me.

[fagbearentertainment]

If I was hosting the trans swag competition today they would be automatically included

[quibbs126]

I’ve seen some people suggest the idea of TF One Starscream and Megatronus Prime having been a couple, and while I’m not entirely sure whether I ship it (the potential skystar here has a grip on me), I will say the sheer comedy of the situation makes me strongly consider it

Like I just love imagining Megatron’s reaction to this information being this

He is mortified and really doesn’t want to believe it’s true

But also in some seriousness, I do like the idea with how it relates to Megatron. I remember some months ago someone having a ficlet on here with this ship, where basically Starscream feels like he has to be responsible for and protect Megatron because he failed Megatronus, and because he sees Megatron sort of like a son they never had (or at least I think, it’s been a while since I read it and I don’t know how to find it again), and I like that idea. It’s interesting and also works with the concept that this Starscream is significantly older than Megatron

[wirywyrm]

[wisecura]

Shine

Yuji x idol f!reader (short)

summary: You're a famous pop idol that Yuji adores. what more is there to say? An: Just a concept I was thinking about writing for soon. Let me know what you think. I prefer golden retriever type yanderes so here we go.

Warning: obsessive behavior, unhealthy behavior, stalking, please read at your own discretion

You met Yuji while on tour about a year ago.

You’ve met plenty of people. Hundreds if not thousands. From all walks of life. But that pink headed ball of pure admiration was definitely one that stood out. You could say with utmost certainty that Yuji Itadori was your most devout fan.

He showed up at every concert, purchased tons of your merch, went to almost every fan meet and greet. He was so consistent, you knew him my name at that point.

It was cute at first. That sparkling energy, those lovestruck puppy dog eyes, and that dopey smile he always gave you. Always energetic and happy to see you. Begging you to flash you killer pose he’d seen so often on stage.

It was like—from the second he met you—he was hooked. He just seemed to absolutely adore you. Knew all of your songs, followed every possible social media, and even led a few fan clubs.

After that year, he became much bolder. During your meet and greets he’d often ask for a picture, where he’d shyly pull you into a side hug—flashing a peace sign and bright smile. Now this wasn’t strange, it was something that was always offered in the meet n greet bundle.

Only now his hand seemed to cling on a little more tightly, not willing to let go quite as fast. You’d noticed his breathing picked up and his face flushing. And by the time he actually let go, you were almost a little red.

You’d shrugged it off—something you normally wouldn’t have done if it had been anyone else. Normally baring them from the next meet and greet just for safety sake. But you let it slide. After all, Yuji was a consistent face. Someone you were somewhat familiar with.

But you’d noticed you also started getting pages from the front desk of your pent house apartment more often. There’d been multiple visits from a hooded figure, loitering at the elevators. Trying—but failing to jam the button that lead straight to your floor. Thank fuck for key card access.

You’d been concerned, obviously. And what made it even scarier was the frequency of visits coupled with the lack of any actual resolution. They weren’t caught. Always slipping away just quick enough to miss the security guards.

And then the night came. First it was the knocks. Heavy. Loud. And frantic. You’d been too scared to open the door, immediately searching for your phone to call the police should you need to. Then making your way over to the intercom.

Before you could reach it, the knocks stopped.

This freaked you out enough to grab a kitchen knife—maybe dial the front desk. You’d barely reached the kitchen before you heard it.

Bam! Bam! BAM!

Your head spun around only to find someone’s foot through your front door. You, like any sane person, fucking panic—running to grab that knife before you didn’t have a chance.

You get there just in time to see that hooded figure standing at your kitchen entryway.

And who would you fucking guess, other than Yuji Itadori.

“Y-yuji?”

A huge grin spread across his face at your words. You’d remembered his name. A small pink blush crossed his cheeks. His eyes devoid of much else other than glassiness that reflected you. Damn near cold and dead.

That same lovesick grin he’d worn at every one of your meet and greets.

You couldn’t gauge his next moves, but you knew it wouldn’t be good. You kept your knife firmly in from of you, the only protection saving you from this lunatics psychotic break.

He looked ready to tackle you. And you weren’t sure you’d be able to take him. Something you normally wouldn’t pay attention to—wouldn’t have much reason to.

The dude was fucking built. At least twice as wide and a head whole taller than you.

And he started walking, slow—long strides.

“S-stay back!—“ you swing your knife—albeit a little clumsily. You definitely weren’t a fighter.

He stopped just out of your swinging distance, those same dead eyes staring down at you. His grin somewhat fading, an expression of worry—maybe confusion crossing his face.

“You don’t need to do that.” He makes a grab for your knife tats still latched in your trembling grip. “You’re gonna hurt yourself, cut it out—“

“Stay back!!”

“Hey cut it out—“ his grin falling completely, his expression growing more and more impatient by the second.

His hand shoots out grabbing your wrist with surprising strength. The knife falling between you two. And before you could think of even attempting to reach for it—he’d kicked it away.

“See? What were you thinking?” he muttered, tugging you into a crushing hug, his arms wrapping around you like a vice. His grip was desperate, clinging to you as if letting go would kill him. “Please, please don’t hate me,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Let’s just go home. I’ll make everything better, I promise.”

You were trembling, frozen in his embrace, the weight of his words sinking into your chest like stones. You didn’t know what to say, what to do—every instinct screamed to run, but his arms refused to let you move.

All you could think was how much you wished you’d never met Yuji Itadori.

come home

[beanghostprincess]

She's ethereal

[greatwyrmgold]

I think I'd like the ending of Oshi no Ko better if it wasn't the ending. It wouldn't fix the absolute mess that is Hikaru "Lying-Eyes" Kamiki the murder-cult-leader, but if we had a volume or two to unpack the impact of Aqua's suicide, the story would at least have the potential to end on a high note.

For one thing, critical plot points wouldn't need to be rushed. Learning about the extent of Kamiki's murder cult is handled in four panels, three of which are basically just close-ups of the conspiracy-board tying everyone together.

For another thing, let's look at Kana slapping Aqua and calling him a liar and breaking down crying. Or, related, Miyako slapping Kana for slapping Aqua. In theory, I like these character beats. Kana bottled up a kind of grief that she's never experienced before, and now the bottle bursts, and it all comes out in one burst of thoughtless emotion.

And Miyako slapping Kana works too; she's more familiar with this kind of grief, but grief is still grief, and Kana just slapped her beloved dead son, and Miyako is within arm's reach of Kana's face, so she reacts. There are a few ways to interpret Miyako's wide-eye-narrow-iris expression, but I think it's her realizing that she shouldn't have slapped Kana a split-second after it was too late to stop.

Those could be good character beats in a mini-arc about coming to terms with Aqua's death...but they're not. We've got one more chapter and we've barely seen Ruby's reaction to her own brother/oshi/crush's death.

Kana yelling at Aqua's corpse as Akane drags her away is almost certainly the last thing she'll do in the entire series. Miyako will probably do something relating to Ruby, but she won't get a chance to apologize for slapping Kana outside fanfiction like that short fic Penguinkyun wrote.

This isn't the start of Kana's epilogue, or Miyako's, or Oshi no Ko's. We're basically at the end. And that sucks.

[arolegos]

cant sleep so doodled thes freaks 😿😿😿

[umbremom]

easy

Happy Eremika Week! @emweek

For Day 1, here's a scene from track iii of chemical hype boy (actor/idol au) by @dead-dolphins 💘💗

Full resolution + CC credits here

[voices-not-echoes]

guys let’s talk about the fact that none of the starklings have consistent and complete information as to which of them are alive and which are dead and so we are watching them all lyannaify each other right now. all their memories of family are tinged with this air of “but they are dead or i will never see them again.” every one of them thinks that they are alone in this world. and they’ve all, in one way or another, taken up this burden of being The Last Stark. the only one who can ever pass on the memory of that family they loved so much. the only one who can ever go home, which is worse in bran and arya’s case because they don’t think they ever will. and yet!! they’re not alone!! their family is spread out all over the world and they’re in danger and they’re hurting but they’re alive. except for robb, they can all go home. and by the end, they will.

[crustydodotoes]

Idol x Cyber..Punk

Guys I love them!!

Did this piece a while back but finally decided to post it here.

[pigeonsareevil]

Rip Karen Jones you would've loved being bisexual, hot chip and lying😔😔

[solargeist]

Griande as a vocaloid that sings in enchantments and it sounds cute and upbeat but Grian understands the language and is like what the Hell