#indie idols

[deardiaryidols]

"Let's turn the page and embrace a brand new day!"

Hello, everyone! Welcome to Dear Diary, an upcoming indie net idol group based on the East Coast of the U.S.

If you're into idols or just enjoy working in a group, then please check out the forms page and fill out an interest check.

This will let us know that you're interested and may heighten your chances of becoming a member.

Thanks for reading and have a good day!

[crystalrainwish]

Hi, friends.

I know this is last minute, but I just wanted to share this.

Non Sweet is one of my favorite kaigai idol groups and from the beginning of May, they created this Kickstarter to help bring their producer to America for an upcoming concert.

I hope this post will help get them more funds because time is running out. Click the link for more information. Fighting!!

[bee-likes-pins]

(credit: shooting star idols / hostessmisaki)

[haeryna]

thinking about idol!gojo and rockstar!geto (tw: mentions of underage drinking, implied abandonment, implied homophobia from gojo's parents, vague mentions of illness)

how you three, along with shoko, lived in the same ratty small town in the middle of nowhere. you'd moved when you were six, all shy and scared of the house your parents had moved to in order to help your sick grandmother that you barely remembered because the last time you'd seen her was when you were four. you were from the city; you'd never seen fireflies, or grass that stretched out as far as your eyes could see, and so when you saw the first firefly appear just as the sky turned to dusk, how were you supposed to resist it?

so you chased it down to the creek, all smiles and filled with excitement, until you realized it was dark, and you were in the forest, and you were scared. you couldn't help but start to cry, and that's where geto found you.

"are you lost?"

sniffling, you peered up at the dark haired boy, whose soft brown eyes filled with a sort of concern. "y-yeah," you hiccupped, and geto offers up a gentle smile. "it's okay, i know the way back."

and so, you'd taken his hand, let him tug you out of the creek bed, and lead you back toward the house that still didn't quite feel like home. you'd learn, his name was suguru. suguru geto, and wherever suguru geto was, satoru gojo was never too far behind (although you didn't know that, yet).

"you crying?"

you'd let out a startled yelp, still clinging to suguru's hand, twisting to look at the other boy who was staring at you with unrestrained curiosity. even at the age of six, you found him beautiful, with the piercing blue of his eyes, and the soft white down of his hair, even as he mocked you. satoru hadn't known how else to express the sort of silent jealousy that had torn its way through his chest once he saw you holding suguru's hand.

the two of you bickered, all the way back until they left you at your front door, much to suguru's displeasure. yet satoru was beaming; nobody but suguru and shoko dared to speak to him that way. he was too young to understand the way his heart seemed to churn every moment he saw you after .

later, you would meet shoko ieiri, who instantly took a liking to you, defending you with the stubbornness of an older sister you never had.

later, you would realize just how beautiful suguru and satoru were, as they grew. you were the one who pierced suguru's ears (a decision made at 1am in his basement), who bought satoru his first eyeshadow palette (his parents would have died if they'd ever see him use it). and it was eventually you who brought them into music, as you stared up at the ceiling of suguru's basement. the lights grew hazy as you blinked up at them, empty bottles of stolen beer surround you. suguru and shoko were busy smoking a pack of (also stolen) cigarettes, and satoru was on his phone.

"what if we like. made a band?"

you were only 16, and dreamed of leaving the small town you'd moved to. the temporary stay had turned permanent after your grandmother had inevitably passed. shoko immediately snorted. "i love you, but i can't sing for shit."

but you were persistent. you thrifted an old guitar that you gave to suguru as a birthday present, encouraged satoru's angelic singing.

you should have known they would outgrow you.

you're 21 now, still living in the old house, taking care of your parents. the dreams you'd had years ago turned into ash in your mouth. even shoko had left, off to pursue medical school.

you can't stomach looking at the news anymore. satoru has broken into the idol industry, creating equal amounts of chart toppers and scandals. an idol like that only comes once every one hundred years, they say. with the way he moves, the way he acts, you're inclined to believe it.

(when you watch him for the first time, on some variety show, you see him, see the way they've done his makeup, and you're brought back to sitting on the couch, telling him to stop moving or he'll mess up the eyeshadow you attempting to apply. you wonder if his parents were furious at the decision. you wonder where the eyeshadow palette you gave him went. did he take it with him before he left for good? bile rises heavy in your throat, and you shut off the television, unable to stomach it any longer.)

the radio is equally as traitorous. you know suguru has been dominating the indie charts, to the point where it's simply suguru and satoru competing against each other. you hate how whenever you go to the local bakery, you can hear his voice again playing through the speakers. hate how when you make the long drive to pick up your parents' medicine, how you can hear him through your car's speakers. it feels intimate in a way that you cannot bear.

(still, you hear the guitar and remember the look in his eyes when you gifted him the one you'd found in the thrift store. suguru had treated it reverently, telling you with an earnest sort of smile that, "the first song i write will be for you." he's traded out acoustics for rock. he has no need for that guitar anymore, you think absentmindedly. just like he no longer needed you.)

but what you don't know is that every time satoru's makeup artist gets to his eyes, he has to keep them firmly shut or else he'd burst into tears. she didn't do it like you. she never would. every time he steps onto the stage, he looks for you, though he knows he'll never find you. it never stops him from looking. how he sings his heart out in the hopes you'll hear him, unaware that despite his popularity, you avoid his music like it's deadly.

what you don't know is that every time suguru writes, he realizes how he lied to you. "the first song i'll write will be for you," he remembers, and yet now every song he writes is about you. now, girls he doesn't even know, screams his name, screams along to his songs that he wrote for you. they pretend that they're the girl who was left behind, the girl that he's never stopped loving.

(he'll never forget the way your hand fit into his, how even at the age of six he knew that you were the only one who ever had his heart along with satoru)

how on days he misses you particularly badly, the piercings you'd given him burns. he writes his love into his music, the music that you shut off every time you hear it come on the radio.

it changes nothing, if they come back, you tell yourself. suguru and satoru have each other. they don't need you.

but one day they do come back, come back for you, and it changes everything.

[ghoulcita]

❀ I’ve never known someone like u ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤᘞ

 tangled in love, stuck by u ───  🪷

[qqmariztwsse]

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[atsubie]

۫ ׅ⠀ 🍸 𐔌 𝐸𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝅄　 ׅ ᭄᭡

[taroism]

inside this place is warm, outside it starts to pour .ᐟ.ᐟ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𑜞᭄ೃㅤㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏⠀⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

[bambicito]

Por favor, déjate querer ✧ ❀

[ohdearlucifer]

\ let me dissolve in acid. ꩜ 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝗎𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗒.

[deardiaryidols]

An update about why the project has been on hiatus.

[thenovamuse]

[bee-likes-pins]

(credit: shooting star idols / hostessmisaki)

[dendronii003]

This is a drawing i made long ago with Yuuichi and Miku singing Vocaloid track ''Mysterious Happiness'' featured in Re:Kinder OST.

[sakkurify]

. . . ➷ You Got One Shot !

[qqmariztwsse]

Yeah, I'm a lucky girl

             Yeah, you're a lucky girl