#theyre like popstars in that sense

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Hubris Thy Name is Relatable

If the gods are "just like everyone else", why do folks keep getting punished for presuming to stand on equal grounds with them? The divide between divinity and mortals was not placed there by the mortals.

Thinking that the average overpowered mortal is on the same level as a god is exactly the thought process that brought the great wizard cities to their knees. The gods will prove you wrong and swiftly.

Like remember when Laeryn was like, "the only thing dividing us from the gods is that they have a different zip code" and the general reaction was, "your hubris machine madame". To turn around now and say, that in Exandria, "it would be very easy to mistake a 20th level adventurer with a god" - is not true. the gods will tell you this themselves.

sure, dnd as a medium for storytelling is doubling as a power fantasy so the players can achieve godhood if their dm wants that for them. but thats not the story matt is telling. matt is very much telling - there are gods and they are So Much Bigger Than You.

To ask, "well how much power makes a god" - easiest way to find out? challenge a god.

the mortals are inherently barred from touching divinity. ergo divinity is not like mortals. youre not gonna ask the wildmother for a cup of sugar, youre not gonna knock on the arch heart's door to sell him girl scout cookies. ludinus is an OP motherfucker, keyleth is an OP motherfucker. but defeating them does not make a godslayer. because as far as this world is concerned, gods cannot be slayed.

As an aside: this has nothing to do with what should or should not be done with the gods, if the gods are even a problem to be solved, if theres a a better way to exist with divinity - this is not that post. this is a post about how divinity has so far defined themselves.

youve heard of respect my pronouns. get ready for my levels arent on the fucking chart my good bitch. and you gotta respect that.

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

helloo! idk if youre taking requests, but if you do i was thinking of revenge era gee with fem reader who is also a well know singer. like shes on tour and does some festival mcr is playing at and shes really mainstream so the guys dont have high expectations on her music but then they watch her play and they're like "fuck, she actually does know what shes doing" and somehow her and gee exchange numbers and start texting all day long bc theyre both on tour

idk if this makes any sense tbh.

i saw one picture of ts on the red tour that looks like if it was taken with a shitty flip phone and thought of this somehow

anyway, feel free to ignore this and have a good day :D

Title: Happily Ever Accident

A/N: Hey y'all I know it's been actually forever but I saw this in my inbox and thought it was cute so managed to somehow write this amidst midterms season. Idk how but it happened. It's also not thoroughly proof-read because tbh I'm tried and lazy right now. But here's some content for y'all for once. Also, side note, but as I was writing this I was visioning reader as a Sabrina Carpenter-esc figure. Just in the sense of popularity, stage presence, etc. Pairing: Gerard Way (circa mid-2005) x F!PopStar!Reader Word count: 7,978 words Warnings: Swearing, mentions of insecurity

Low expectations. The constant standard he had set for almost every single festival his band was expected to play.

It wasn’t that Gerard didn’t like other people’s music, or festivals for that matter, but considering the label had cornered them into a small handful of non-genre restrictive ones he was annoyed. The culture, the vibes, the people- this was not his place. Not his band’s place, for that matter.

But commercialism was the name of the game, he had learned that early on. He was lucky enough the label had allowed their last album to be artistically driven by him, from songs and lyrics to the artwork on the cover. But there is always a quid-pro-quo in the entertainment industry. And playing at a mainstream festival was apparently one of them.

They wouldn’t have agreed to this had their last music video not gone over budget by a significant amount, and now they were paying the price. On top of that the label had encouraged them to be in public, watch other bands play from the VIP tents. Gerard narrowly lost his shit after trying time and time again explain that they needed time to prep for their show, get in the proper mindset, and that would take all the morning into late afternoon when they were finally on. The label exec begged to differ, giving no ultimatum.

“Fucking hell, if we have to listen to another fucking basic pop artist I’m going to lose my mind.” Frank sighed walking through the festival grounds. The group was by no means blending in, as three security guards stood around them and they could easily hear and see people left and right gawking at them as if they were circus animals.

“Good fucking luck with that.” Ray replied. He was never the sarcastic type, if anything he was the most mature and level-headed. So when he had enough, everyone knew it was bad.

“We have one more.” Gerard too sighed, sticking his hands aggressively in his jean pockets. “Then we’re off the fucking hook.” The group took sighs of relief out of sync.

“Who is it?” Frank asked, seeming halfway curious.

“Uh-“ Gerard stopped, checking his phone to see what their manager had texted them. “Great. Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“Fuck me.” Frank sighed. “My head is going to fucking explode. Listen, I like all music, but I cannot do this much commercial, manufactured pop.”

“I don’t know, her stuff doesn’t seem as bad as some of the others.” Mikey chimed in for the first time.

“How would you know? I’ve only heard her shit in Targets.” Frank speedily replied.

“Social media, I guess. Enough sound clips from her songs have blown up to make them pretty hard to miss.”

“I’m still keeping my expectations low.” Frank shrugged.

“It’s the last one, try to be somewhat positive.” Ray replied halfheartedly.

“We’re never going over budget on anything again.” Gerard quickly added, turning a corner to the next stage’s area. “I can’t fucking do this.”

She got nervous before shows. She was great at hiding it. But in the last few weeks every festival she was playing had crowds growing bigger and bigger. From what her manager had communicated to her approximately two minutes ago, she had the biggest recorded crowd so far for the second day.

Staring at herself in the mirror of the green room, she pushed every bad thought out of her mind. She even closed her eyes and imagined all the bad energy within her swooping out of her body in swirls of dust and being replaced with positive rays of sunshine. It might’ve been stupid, but it worked.

She opened her eyes, putting on her signature smile, looked herself up and down, reminded herself that she was incredibly sexy at the moment, and b-lined it for the door.

Anxiety be damned, her ambitions had gotten her this far and would get her further, she knew that much. She was happy at this point to be thrown into the group of “pop girlies” currently dominating the charts, because it meant she was catering to an already large fan base, and proving others wrong in their assumptions too.

Give a girl some platform boots, a tight outfit where the tops integrity around her chest was questionable, and a microphone- then you’ve got a pop star.

Gerard stood there amazed. He could not fucking believe it.

Three songs in and he was mesmerized. He wasn’t sure if he was more shocked with her or himself. He was trying to rack his brain for reasons to not like this, and blank answers came up time and time again.

To begin with, her songs were substantially above average for pop. They had creative instrumentals, catchy sounds, and her lyrics were truly the star of the show.

But then he took into account her as a person. She was quite attractive, sure. He had seen her enough online and in magazines to see at least that much, but he was sure most of the male population and a decent amount of the female population also saw that. But here, in this light, in that tight little outfit that showed off all the right things just enough to give a good idea, but still leave a good amount to the imagination, he was falling head over heels.

He was almost flustered with her perfection in his eyes, having to catch himself to make sure wasn’t staring like a dog at a bone. After all, there were enough people around to know him and take photos, which would lead to massive and weird speculation online that he simply didn’t want to deal with.

And her stage presence was empowering. She was confident, not selfish. She was sexy as much as she was innocent. She was clear in her intentions and messages, just as much when she left some ideas not fully complete to leave people longing and wondering.

Suddenly he understood all the teenage girls in the audience. She was fucking incredible.

“Told you.” Mikey said next to him with a smirk. It was hard for Gerard to look away from her, but he did. “Don’t always believe stereotypes man. You out of all people should know better.”

“That really wasn’t so bad after all.” Frank shrugged as the group walked back to their own green room, hidden in an array of tents set up on the edge of the festival grounds.

“Yeah, but standing in the heat for that long was exhausting.” Ray commented next, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. He was always tense until they got all the equipment set up and knew everything was going to go right.

“I don’t know man, that last show kinda rocked.” Mikey responded. “Been trying to tell you guys that not all pop artists are that bad.”

“Well, a lot of them are.” Frank quickly rebutted. “However, you are right, that last one was incredible. I just thought having a girlfriend who obsesses over pop music had gotten to your head.” Mikey rolled his eyes.

Gerard was silent, partially because he didn’t really have anything to say, and partially because he was hanging on to the last show. He learned through years of art school and sketching under cubicle lights that some of the best art was clear as day yet still left you thinking. That was how he felt at the moment. Dwelling in the really astounding feeling he had.

She had single handedly proved a lot of his fallacies wrong. And he saw with his very eyes how she managed to go from half the crowd being into her to the master tools her voice and movement had that puppeteer the crowd like a pro. Who was he kidding though- she clearly was a pro.

Turning a corner he was so lost in his thoughts, his body in auto drive and his vision turned to the cement ground. He knew he needed to stop thinking soon, get in the right headspace for his own show- and then he bumped into something.

His body lost a bit of its control as his right arm collided with something a bit smaller than him. Suddenly he regained all his consciousness as his stabled his footing again, turning his body to see what it was.

And there, low and behold, in those damn platform boots and an oversized hoodie that went so far down her thighs it was a dress, was the very woman who had captured his mind just minutes ago. She was lingering within him, and now she was right here.

Fate works in strange ways.

“Shit, I’m so sorry-“ She began, regaining her own balance as she clearly took more of a hit than he did given that she was shorter and had boots that, despite looking like they weighed a ton, he doubted helped to ground her any more.

“No, that was my fault.” He quickly interrupted, growing embarrassed as she looked up and he realized he had managed to be rude to her in the last 30 seconds not once but twice. “I should’ve been looking out.”

“Me too.” She calmly replied with a small smile, handing this with so much grace and calmness compared to his internal panic.

This close she managed to look even better than on the screens. Photos and videos didn’t do her beauty justice. She looked almost like a doll- near perfect features, beautiful hair, and a smile that was so comforting and cute and graceful. Her makeup was almost as perfect as it was when she went on, but her mascara was ever so smeared around the corner of her eyes, her lipstick fading, and hell- his mind couldn’t help but wander to a place where he wondered what it would be like if he had put her in this state. And then he shut those thoughts up as quickly as they appeared, choosing instead to wonder how anyone could be more perfect.

“I um- I better get going and leave you guys to get to your show.” She quickly said, but froze up not even a moment later, her eyes growing wide with embarrassment of her own. “Shit that was weird wasn’t it? I don’t know you but- well I do, kinda, but like not personally. I mean knowing your music and band and-“ she stopped talking not knowing what to say, her body almost shrinking in a sense of even more embarrassment. “Fuck. I’m gonna shut up now.”

Gerard gave a chuckle and a smile of his own. He felt better now that both of them felt embarrassed.

“No, it’s okay.” He replied. “We’re just coming from your show, actually.” Somehow she froze even more. He could tell under that huge gray hoodie her muscles had tensed further.

“Oh, uh, I hope you enjoyed it.” She softly smiled, polite but seeming almost nervous. Why was he so bad about talking to women, especially pretty ones?

“It was phenomenal, actually.” He replied, nervous himself and instinctively rubbing the back of his neck with one of his hands. There was already a thin layer of sweat connecting back there from standing in the heat for so long. But he didn’t care about that nor how he would survive the heat on his stage later- all he cared about right now was not completely fucking up this interaction with the woman in front of him.

“Are you just saying that to be nice?” She asked with a pouty lip as she clearly questioned the integrity of his response. He rapidly shook his head.

“No, of course not. I don’t lie- ever. If anything I went into the show not knowing much- not in a bad way, I mean kinda in an ignorant way if I’m being honest, and you just- fuck, man, the way you controlled that crowd was so exciting and empowering. It truly was incredible.”

Her face looked like a damn puppy dog begging for a treat. If he weren’t human he would have definitely melted by that look. Big eyes and a genuine smile, her cheeks big and emphasizing her reaction.

“That’s really sweet, thank you so much.” She replied, yet again with grace that he wished he had in these moments. “I um- while I would love to talk more I need to take a shower. I feel so sticky and just- gross. But it was really nice talking to you. And thanks so much for watching me, I really appreciate the feedback.”

His heart broke just a bit.

“Yeah, of course.” He replied, and before he could think he blurted out. “You’re more than welcome to come to ours as well, I mean I’m sure you have the artist VIP tent access, but if you wanna get closer I can definitely arrange a barricade pass for you.”

Her eyes lit up and glowed in a way he wished he could see every single day.

“That’s amazing!” She replied. “Would it be selfish to ask for one more too? My best friend is here and she likes you guys too-“

“Consider it done.” He smiled as she smiled back. “I’ll have my manager send them over to your trailer.”

“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” She replied.

“It’s the least I can do. Returning the favor of watching your show and providing feedback.”

“Does that mean I need to take notes for yours and give them to you too?” She asked with a playful smile. Just now he noticed the water bottle in her hand with a straw as she took a sip and damn- he quickly erased all the dirty thoughts that rushed into his mind before it was too late.

“Only if you want to.” Where had this confidence in him come from? He didn’t even know. But right now it was working, and that was all that mattered. Yet again, his body thought before his mind as he said, “Give me your number and we can arrange a meetup. To, ya know, exchange notes and whatnot.”

She seemed flustered, but hid it well. However, the red blush growing on her cheeks and her face that froze yet again for a mere moment told him maybe she wasn’t all that good at this either. But hey, there was a learning opportunity for both of them, he supposed.

“Sure.” She said, as he grabbed his phone, handing it to her as she quickly typed it in.

Y/F/N Y/L/N it read on his screen, the line of numbers under it.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/F/N.” He smiled.

“You too-“ She said, but stopped herself. “I know your first name but I don’t want to say it before you do because that’s creepy.”

He let out a genuine laugh.

“Gerard.” He said.

“Gerard.” She replied. “I’ll see you later, Gerard.”

“So what you’re telling me is Gerard Way wants to fuck you?” Lacey asked her. But she supposed this is why people had best friends- to be both supportive, honest, and borderline crude all at the same time.

“I don’t know if he wants to fuck me-“

“He wants to ‘exchange notes’ on your shows? Code words for ‘come back to my trailer and let’s have sex’.” She said with confidence, sitting down and scrolling through her own phone as Y/F/N changed into a solid black hoodie and jeans to not make her presence obvious. Their show was not about her, and she hoped her presence wouldn’t make it about her.

“Well, I don’t just fuck guys. And I’ll be happy to tell him that if he tries. But he seemed very sweet, and all the interviews of him lean towards him being a very nice guy.” Y/F/N responded quickly, borderline defensive.

“Nice guys can have hookups too, ya know.” Lacey said. She wasn’t wrong, but Y/F/N swore this felt different.

“Regardless, that’s not happening with me.”

“Preach, sister.” Lacy said with a bit of pop in her voice. “If what you’re saying is true, it did sound like you have him wrapped around your finger.”

“We talked for like two minutes. I barely know him, he barely knows me.” Y/F/N rolled her eyes, expertly reapplying her lip gloss in a small mirror.

“Do you know that amount of men after your shows that would fall on their knees and beg for you?” Lacey asked, finally looking up from her phone to make eye contact in the mirror.

“Whatever.” Y/F/N sighed. “I’m just excited we have barricade to a My Chem show. How long have we been wanting to see them?”

“A solid year.” Lacey admitted, standing up to find her shoes. “I’m still not over Gerard Way wanting to fuck you, though.”

Y/F/N was sure rumors would be circulating by morning. As soon as she entered the VIP barricade area alongside Lacey, there was a sudden eruption of screams, and as she looked over a sea of phones were taking photos and videos of her. She gave a polite smile and wave before turning back around towards the stage, hoping as soon as the band got on the attention was going to divert away from her.

Damn her for thinking having a black hoodie on with the hood up would prevent this.

Within minutes though, as the lights on the stage went pitch black and screams from the entire crowd erupted she knew that finally she could just enjoy seeing a band she really liked play from right in front of her. Perks of being a pop star or whatever.

She had to admit that the in-person performance easily knocked any of the recorded ones she saw online out of the fucking park. And while Gerard Way had always been objectively attractive, and happened to be the skinny sad white boy that was her type for whatever reason, he looked really attractive in this light. Like a new skin of confidence took over him. Maybe it was the tight black skinny jeans or fake bullet proof vest with no shirt on under it that perfectly sculpted his lightly muscular arms- and damn the hands. Masculine hands were one of her weaknesses. And his very much fit into that category.

So did she have any notes after the show? No, actually. It was exactly what she had expected, but two fold. She was left amazed and energized as they walked off.

If he really wanted to compare notes with her he was going to be sorely disappointed in the lack of notes she had.

That night did not end with them sharing notes about the others show. Instead, it ended with them sitting on a grassy patch of the festival grounds when it emptied out talking about anything and everything. Gerard had quickly realized how multi-faceted of a person Y/F/N was. Every preconceived notion he had of her was torn down by her random knowledge about random things, her admissions to cringey teen phases she had, cute childhood stories, dichotomy of family and how difficult that could be to navigate.

She was fucking perfect inside and out. And he knew he couldn’t lose her.

In an assertive nature he decided to text her more through the next week. She was on tour in one town, and he was in another. But that didn’t matter. Every other day, or three days apart maximum, they would call from their hotel rooms, or from outside his bus, and talk. About everything. Their days, their histories. What they ate, what they did or didn’t like, who they saw, where they were next, what they wanted to do, asking the other about cool things to do in the city they were in for that day.

And finally, a little less than two weeks after they met, they had that talk.

“So what are we?” She asked over the phone, sitting on her bed and nervously picking at her brightly colored nails. She needed to know before she got too attached and her heart broken further down the line when she was way deeper in than she was now. Not that rejection now wouldn’t hurt- she was trying to save herself from more potential hurt later.

“Seeing each other?” He asked. “I mean, no pressure- we can always take it slower.“

“I would like for us to be ‘seeing each other’.” She replied with a smile growing on her face.

“Great, then we’re seeing each other.” He decided, she could hear the small smile in his own voice despite not seeing him.

“We have a four day break coming up.” He mentioned on a call. A few weeks had blown by, and things felt very normal between them given how abnormal their situation was.

“Okay.” She replied simply, wanting him to go on.

“I want to come see you, if that’s okay.”

“Okay.” She replied again, not hesitant- but a mixture of excited and logistically starting to play a mind puzzle about how this was going to work.

“Just okay?” He asked, now sounding more hesitant himself but equally as confused.

“No, I just mean- like, yes, please come, I really want to see you, but if people see us together again, I think it will kinda be obvious. I- it’s not that I don’t want to show you off, but I kinda like the direction we’re going in now. I don’t want public speculation or opinion to fuck that up.”

Even in a fucking baseball cap and sunglasses at her show, people would grow suspicious of that figure in the secluded family/friends area. They would equally as quickly figure out, judging by the firestorm online caused by her presence at their show the night they met, who it was. And then they would be official without actually saying anything. Just by being together.

She wouldn’t mind being official to the public, eventually. But she wanted more time to have just them to herself.

“I can stand off to the side behind the stage.” He offered.

“Your view is gonna suck.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Okay then.” She replied affirmatively.

“Okay?” He asked for clarification.

“Yes, okay.” She softly smiled with a giggle. “Come to the shows, I even have a hotel room booked one of the nights.”

“Oh fancy.” He replied with a chuckle. “Lookin’ forward to it.”

She shouldn’t have been nervous. He had seen her perform before.

Well once- the first time they met, and then twice on TV in the last few weeks since her career had managed to blow up even further. But this felt different. It was different.

She knew he could now have expectations of her. What if he didn’t like something, or got the ick from the way she danced or what if she fucked up? What if she tripped on stage for the first time or bumped into something or forgot a lyric or her voice went out-

“On in two.” She heard one of the stage techs say, peeking their head through her green room door. As if one queue, she heard a roar of screams from the direction of the stage, queueing that her little intro video had started. Despite still playing smaller venues, at least ones smaller than arenas, her label had actually been willing to put quite the production into her tour after realizing that her stage presence and personality was one of the things that charmed audiences so much.

She gave herself one final look over in the mirror. Her opening outfit was standard- a body con number decked out in black sequence with red accents and her infamous knee high boots that were plain leather, but that she had begun to notice were also being worn more commonly by fans to her shows. It was one of those trademark things that made her feel more like the pop star she was growing to be. At least the headlines called her that.

Taking her hands, she fluffed out her hair a bit more giving her light waves more volume, dropping them, closing her eyes, and reopening them in her stage persona.

She walked out of the door beginning her strut with the sense of confidence she only gained to this level when she knew she was going to be on stage. As she approached side stage, her bedazzled microphone with her initials on it in small rhinestones at the bottom was waiting for her with one of the stage assistance. She gave him a small smile and nod as a thank you, taking it delicately and wrapping her hand around it firmly.

Her in-ear monitored queued up with her sound guy, Jeremy, who gave her the 20 second warning. She allowed herself one final deep breath, realizing this was her time to shine. Even if he was here for the first time watching her as the guy she was seeing, and just generally in a new light, she recalled meeting him for the first time after a show, figuring if she could impress him once maybe she could do it again.

After all, the version of herself that managed to get his attention in the first place was the one who was about to step into the spotlight in a mere three seconds.

Sweaty, hot, tired, worn, happy. The best ways to describe how she felt almost every night coming off stage.

She felt great about this show. The crowds she was dealing with were getting better at each stop, she figured it was venues being sold out and her rapid growth as an artist that was to thank for their enthusiasm and their increased screaming of her own lyrics back to her.

But what made this show so special was seeing him in one of the boxes up and over from the crowd. He kept a low profile with a plain t-shirt and baseball cap, standing next to Lacey through the entire duration, but the occasional eye contact they made was what kept her going.

He was always at least smiling at her. If not he was beaming, or nodding, swaying to the music, and her favorite was when he was so focused on just her that she caught his lower lip being bitten, his eyes glued straight onto her. She knew she always had most if not all of the crowd in a trance- but tonight his attention was the one she really wanted.

She giggled at something her manager had said as they walked through the back hallways of the venue, sipping on her bottled water through a straw and trying to regain as much hydration and energy as possible. As the turned a corner toward the green room, she paused and gave a big toothy smile as she saw him at the end of the hallway.

There was Gerard, still in his relatively incognito outfit, and a full smile as their eyes met. As fast as she could manage to run in her boots, she made her way down the hall and collided with his torso, breaking out into a fit of giggles as he hugged her back.

“Did you like it?” She asked first, letting her chin fall on his chest as she looked up at him with big doe eyes hoping for a good answer.

“You fucking killed it.” He said affirmatively with a smile, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. “You’re absolutely insane out there. Such a natural- fuck, I wish I had half the confidence and ability you do when I’m on stage.”

“Oh stop it!” She playfully and lightly hit his shoulder as she backed away to walk back to her room with him. In the process he swiftly grabbed her hand in his, intertwining their fingers which made her smile even more. “Don’t give yourself any less credit- you’re a fucking beast on stage.” He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the head.

“But nothing like you.” He replied, holding the door open for her as they entered back in so she could change.

She quickly and stealthily changed into a shirt and sweatpants, sitting down to take her makeup off, or at least that’s what she would typically do. But as she sat and looked at herself in the vanity mirror, catching a glimpse of him in the back scrolling on his phone, she wasn’t so sure she felt all that confident with him in person without all of this on.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, catching her in a trance. Damn, why did he have to be so good on picking up these things?

“Nothing.” She said with a soft smile. His body language with a raised eyebrow implied he definitely did not believe that. “I just- should I take my makeup off?” She asked turning to him. He gave her an even more confused look.

“Is it what you normally do?” He asked and she nodded. “Then yeah, take your makeup off.” She didn’t move, still staring at him. “Baby, what’s wrong- actually?” She groaned.

“It’s so stupid.” She admitted, now looking away from him. “I just- I don’t want you to like, I don’t know, not like me without this on.”

He looked a bit shocked and confused at look, but it quickly melted into sympathy.

“Sweetheart, take your makeup off.” He requited with a sweet tone. “I promise you, I will not view you any differently without makeup on. That is such a minor thing. And I’m not with you for your looks- I mean, you are fucking gorgeous- but that’s with or without makeup.”

“Fine.” She replied, grabbing some of her cotton pads and makeup remover, then going to town on delicately running them over her skin and cleaning everything off.

Once she was done, only a few minutes later, she grabbed her bag and regular shoes, slipping them on and getting up to approach him where he leaned next to the door. As soon as she was a few inches from him, he delicately took her face in his hands.

“See, just as gorgeous as always.” He softly smiled, giving her a soft and passionate kiss. She offered a sheepish smile and a growing blush on her cheeks.

“Thank you.” She nervously replied. “We gotta go though- I’m fucking starving.”

“Holy shit.” She said, taking another forkful of pasta and placing it into her mouth. “This is so fucking good.”

“Mhm.” He nodded in agreement taking a bite of his own. It was nice to have some company to actually eat with, and not just pull out her laptop to watch a show or call her parents who were halfway across the country. Now, she had her boyfriend laid across the bed sideways in front of her as she sat criss cross at the head.

“You want a bite?” She asked. He looked at her skeptical for a moment before nodding, allowing her to grab another few pieces, giving them to him.

“Well, shit.” He sighed with a smile. “That is fucking amazing.” She nodded in agreement. There was a brief moment of silence that followed.

“I hate that we have to go back to being, like- normal.” She said. It was one of those thoughts that just spilled out without her even thinking.

“Hm?” He asked, looking up with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Ya know, like being apart for so long.” She said with a tight smile. “We’ve barely spent any time together in person but every time we do I want to spend more and more- and we can’t.” He sighed, putting his fork down in his container.

“I know, baby.” He softly said, taking his now free hand and placing it on her bare thigh, rubbing small circles into the skin with his thumb. “But it’s only another month- then we’re on break and I’ll come be with you as long as you want.”

“Gee, you should get a break.” She said with a serious face. “You need to go home and settle for a few weeks and be with your family and friends there who you haven’t seen in fucking forever.” He shrugged.

“I’ve had all the time in the world to make relationships with them- I want to continue to build ours, and if that means going on tour with you than so be it.” He replied with confidence.

“Even if we do that people will speculate and- we would have to go public.” She explained.

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“No, but,” She took a moment to think, making eye contact with him again as his eyes begged hers for answers. “I don’t want to keep you or us a secret. I would love to show and brag about my super cool, super talented, super hot boyfriend to the world, but I want to keep it private.” He smiled lightly and nodded.

“Then let’s do it.” He said, affirmatively. “We’ll take it at your pace. Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.”

He had been on tour with her for a full week. And it was becoming unbearable how many things were circulating around.

It started at the first show he came to- a solid handful of people had noticed him and put a name to the face, despite his attempt to remain to himself. A small firestorm erupted online over the alleged rumors. The headlines abusing taboos and cliches of the “pop princess and rockstar” trope that made people go crazy.

Then he actually began coming on tour. She wasn’t sure she had been happier on any other leg of it, until he was there to watch every show, and take her out when she had breaks to his favorite spots in each city, and then end the night in her queen sized “suite” on the back of her bus if you could even call it that. She had even bought more storage bins for under the bed to make room for his things.

But people didn’t need to see all the stolen and sudden kissed, or hysterical fits of laughter, or constant touching that were soft reminders of the other. They didn’t need to know about all the photos they had taken of each other, or the memories made, or the lyrics and words that began filling her songbook as she wrote almost exclusively now about him. At least yet.

But on day nine of them being on her tour together, she couldn’t take the speculation anymore. She couldn’t ignore all the photos taken of him at her shows, or the videos that replayed her not-so-obvious smiles and slow hip movements while making direct eye contact with him. In all fairness, she wasn’t trying to hide it.

People could see moments and snippets of their love. But she wouldn’t let them see the whole thing.

“What d’you think?” She asked, the back of her head leaning against his shoulder as they both looked at her phone. It was a simple story draft for her Instagram of the two of them just a few nights ago walking into a gas station. Not the most romantic thing, but her makeup artist had managed to catch it at one of their stops late at night.

The lighting was perfect and almost vintage aesthetic, offering a slight blur to the photo. It was the two of them holding hands as they walked in, both with hoodies and sweatpants on. Only half her face was shown, brightly smiling up at him, and only the back of his head was shown as a mop of slightly messy slightly put-together black hair.

“I love it.” He said with a small smile, giving her a kiss on the top of the head. In the bottom corner she had just put a small black heart, meant to be a small clue.

“Okay,” She smiled. “I think I’m gonna post it.” She said, looking up at him. “You okay with this?”

“Of course.” He genuinely smiled back. “I don’t mind at all.”

Before she could second guess she hit the post button, immediately turning off her phone and throwing it to the edge of the bed.

“It’s done.” She said with big eyes and a giddy tone. “Like, we’ve confirmed.”

“Mhm,” He nodded with a small chuckle, “We have confirmed.” He leaned down to give her a soft kiss, not even a few seconds later his phone buzzed.

He reached over to grab it, smiling at the screen, and showing her.

I was wondering when you guys were gonna post something. Mikey had sent. It’s been fucking long enough.

She should’ve stopped staring after a few seconds, but she couldn’t help it. She rarely felt this confident in herself, but just as quickly as the adrenaline boost of self love hit her, the sobering of imperfections came knocking too.

Dressed in a long green strapless dress that was built to just fit her, she looked and felt like a Barbie. Her makeup team had really done quite an impressive and good number on her face, exemplifying all her good features perfectly, and covering up or minimizing the ones she didn’t like so much. Her hair hung in a low, sleek pony tail against her back, her nails for once long with extensions that would be removed for sure in the next two to three days.

“You’re absolutely perfect, ya know that?” She heard him, turning around to find her boyfriend with a big smile as one of his hands placed itself lightly on the small of her back. She softly smiled up at him, and he swore his heart skipped a beat and nearly sent him into cardiac arrest the way her big eyes stared right into his.

“Not necessarily, but thank you.” She responded in a small voice. She always got nervous before events- he learned that quickly after having to be on text and call standby as she repeated her own self-doubts while spiraling about things going wrong. No one would have ever known- her presence on carpets, stages, and everything in between was flawless.

And now here they stood for the first time together doing this. Him in a traditional and well-fit suit, her in the dress that would put anyone else wearing the color green to shame. He gave her one good look up and down (what was realistically the dozenth already), relishing in the fact that he was merely an accessory to her- and was blessed to be one at that.

There were already rumors circulating everywhere about the potential for them to show up together tonight. It was the ideal place to hard launch, and after dating for just over six months it finally felt like a good time to let the world see them together in all their glory. She was feeling more confident in him, and he was honestly just along for the ride- a very happy passenger too.

“How do we act?” She asked next, his hand still sat on her back as she leaned more into him so their bodies were no more than two inches apart.

“Like how we normally act.” He replied confidently. “I’m not sure anyone will be genuinely surprised- people have been expecting this.”

“When people set expectations about things they don’t know, it typically doesn’t work out the way they want.” She replied quickly.

He knew better than to ruin her hair or makeup, but at this moment he couldn’t see her for that, so he leaned in without hesitation and gave her a soft kiss as an attempt to calm her nerves.

“We’re not here to appease to anyone’s wants or expectations of us.” He explained in a tone just above a whisper, as if they weren’t the only two people in the room. “We’re here to be with each other- not to explain us.”

It was a relative blur, and she thanked the blinding lights of paparazzi that overtook her vision and senses as soon as they took a single step onto the carpet together. She had never heard the two of their names meshed together so many times in such a short period of time. It felt weird to hear them coming out together from other people’s mouths- but it also felt reaffirming.

His hand had initially snuck around her back, resting itself on the other side of her waist and pulling her close to him. The slight warmth from his body made her feel okay, an emotion she typically had to forcefully place at bay here but was tamed solely by him.

They gradually moved their way down at the instruction of the event staff, and narrowly at the last stop he leaned in to whisper to her, hiding his lips behind the back of her head to not let anyone get a chance to overhear what he was going to say.

“I think I have a new appreciation for my name when it’s next to yours.” He said with a small smile, pulling away and looking down at her.

She couldn’t help herself but to break out into a bigger smile, one that wasn’t posed for the cameras but more authentic. She usually hated her full smile, the cheekiness and roundness of her face making the pictures look unbearable to her, but in that moment it didn’t matter. She playfully nudged him a bit as he resumed his position with his arm around her waist, but this time she placed her hand on his chest, angling herself towards him.

He authentically smiled, not expecting it, and had to resist the urge running deep within him to kiss her. But no one here deserved to see that part of them- no one here deserved to know her like he did.

“New album stuff?” He asked, walking over to the living room with a “new” cup of coffee in his hands (this was his third refill in the last two hours). She nodded from where she sat on the floor, back against the bottom of the vintage arm chair she fell in love with and insisted on having to decorate their new place. Their place.

Gerard had always respected her boundaries with her music. She was being incredibly secretive about her upcoming project- despite it essentially being finished from what he had gathered- but he also knew incredibly well how labels worked. And despite both of them being in the industry, her upcoming album was expected to be gigantic. Both in the reception of it and in the work itself.

“They just began pressing all the vinyls.” She smiled up at him.

“When are you gonna see it?” He asked back, sitting down on the couch and leaning over the coffee table to grab his sketch book and pencils again.

“Hopefully within two weeks.” She shrugged. “That’s if everything goes right. Not that I think it won’t- there’s just… a lot.” He looked up for his eyes to meet her, giving her a sympathetic look and nod.

“Regardless of how it goes, you have worked your ass off for this.” He explained. “Critics will always say shit because they’re jaded and subjective. Most of them haven’t even made music. And your fans are gonna love anything you put out.” She softly smiled back.

“Thanks.” She said. “I can’t wait for you to hear it.”

“Don’t you have the entire record on your computer?” He asked, eyeing the laptop that sat in her lap. She rolled her eyes.

“It’s not that simple.” She replied, closing it and getting up. “Besides, I want it to be a surprise.” She finished, walking over to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“So are you flattered or what?” Their manager approached where he sat on the bus. He was so lost in the trance of finding the necklace that she had been dying to get for ages online as a surprise album release gift that he didn’t hear a thing.

“Hm?” He asked looking up at him.

“You’re the muse for the number one song on Billboard right now.” His manager replied with a small smile, arms crossed over each other.

“Right.” He awkwardly responded.

He was, indeed, the quite obvious muse for her first single, which happened to somehow skyrocket on the charts as soon as it released and within a few days was impossible not to hear. Whether it be radio, playlists, grocery stores, social media- the damn song was everywhere.

By no means was he upset, he just wasn’t expecting it. He was actively figuring out how to deal with the amount of empty and comical threats he got from fan accounts saying they were fully prepared to fight him if it meant even a shot at being with her. Also, while he had approved of the lyrics she had showed him (well, specifically the incredibly, borderline obvious, suggestive ones) it still made him feel a blush grow on his face when he heard them over and over again.

And the fucking cherry on top was the music video. At this point, he had seen her in many different ways, doing many different things (if you catch the drift) but as soon as he watched it he felt like he was falling for her all over again, ten-fold this time. It also made him begin to seriously question why the fuck you were with him, and simultaneously wonder if all the manifesting bull shit the merch girl was telling them about was something he should look into given that he needed some form of magic to get someone so out of his league.

“Good luck when the album drops, man.” His manager smiled, “Can’t wait to see all the teenage girls that want to band together and fight you.”

Gerard didn’t drink anymore and hadn’t for a while. But he did stare with a smile as she took a shot of tequila and her face immediately grew into a sour and twisted expression.

“Fuck that was worse than I remember.” She said through a small cough, grabbing the water by her and downing a chunk of it.

The low-key album release party was being held at their place. It was primarily close friends, the one producer she worked with on the record and her engineer, then the band as well as some of Gerard’s friends. Despite it being small, the place was buzzing under the dimmed lighting as there was consistently multiple conversations happening in the background, solid laughter mixed in too, and her album playing track by track in order softly in the background.

She sat on the floor, back against the couch, in a simple shirt and jeans, him right behind and next to her sat on the couch. She wasn’t drunk, but was definitely tipsy as she laid her head on his jean clad knee. He looked down at her with a smile, running a hand through her loose hair.

“I love you so much.” She smiled up at him. “Thank you for being such an incredible muse.”

He had been complimented plenty of times by critics, reporters, fans- but nothing even came remotely close to that comment.

“Baby, this is all you.” He insisted with a smile back. “We wouldn’t be here if you weren’t so damn incredible at everything you do.”

She sighed happily, closing her eyes for a moment.

“I’m so fucking glad you bumped into me.” She said. “I was so pissed at first and so tired and hot and sweaty- I thank the universe everyday for making that happen.”

“I do too, sweetheart.” He said, letting his smile melt into a sincere and content one. It only felt right. “I do too.”

[motherforthefamicom]

imtrying 2 engage in ur interests tell me more abt the critters and creatures in kolona door to phantomile pls

OH COOL well immm not too sure how to explain things without spoiling too many things abt the games story but ill try my best <=] (oh god this got really long im so sorry. i dont know how to explain things without making them massive paragraphs <//3)

so first off obviosuly youve got klonoa, main/titular chaarcter the guy you play as. hes just a little guy (literally hes like canonically nine yrs old or smthn in door to phantomile) and here for a good time! the game kickstarts with him finding this ring in a forest near his house, which contains this wind spirit named huepow ! huepow basically just works as the backbone of the gameplay mechanics (lets you grab n throw enemies) + is klonoas buddy throught the game . klonoa is this like. weird rabbit cat creature Thing its kinda purposely left ambiguous and like every other character is the game is some funny looking made up species

in phantomile (the world that game takes place in) theres four large groups all themed after a different elemment (so klonoa is from wind village, the second area you go trough is forlock forest(nature/plant life), then jugpot falls(water) and the sun kingdom which is in the sky .

in the first level where youre running theough wind village to inspect this weird thing klonoa heard crashing into the hill at the center of the village, you meet this guy named balue who basically gives an exposition dump explaining hes building a tower in an attempt to get to the ‘moon kingdom’, which is basically this in universe myth/legend and klonoa kinda thinks hes just saying some crazy bullshit but balues motivation to go there is cuz he wants to meet this diva popstar type girl named lephise (except shes actually like incredibly fucking important to the state of the world they live in like. as a whole. balue kinda glosses over this himself but its made pretty clear not too long afterwards)

anyways so klonoa and huepow make it to the hill and there they meet the main villains, joka (this funny jester orb guy whos like the second in command. hes a horrid little creature and i want him dead /silly) and ghadius (its kinda unclear what this guy even… is at first. but hes basically the big boss in charge of all the shit that goes Wrong throughout thw game, and wants to turn the world into an ‘eternal nightmare’) uh the two of them are badically just talking to this fucking. unconsious girl(who you find out is lephise) and basically theyre just plotting n schemeing, trying to find this special mcguffin blah blah blah.

funny thing abt the enemies in thsi game is that theyre fucking adorable?? like the main grunts youll find are these little guys called moos and theres a buncha variants of them and rheyre just the cutest little things in the world.. whats funny is theyre supposed to be made of ‘pure nightmares’ or whatever lmao

oh yeah the game has this whole dream motif throughout the whole thing.. theres more to it than what ive mentioned but that gets into real heavy spoiler territory hehe

uh i dont know where to end this theres so much more i could say.. like uhh everyone in the game is voice acted but they all speak in funny little animal crossing esque noises. but everyone has their own unique kinds of noises they made if that makes sense?? like characters from the same region or of the same species will have simlar sounds but their individual voices also sound different. i dont knkw how to explain it well but it makes sense when listening to the voicelines hsgshgs

[opal-owl-flight]

Me messing with the timeline allowed these two to meet before rtdl…even if it was just a fleeting moment. At such a young age theyre already so interested in legends! I like to think that Meta looks up to Aeon/Galacta EODKDKD

Said timeline under the cut!

Big intergalactic crisis…Termina/the negative energy Jamba Heart. All the Ancient races work together to end the crisis. Aeon/Galacta Knight finishes the job, and is sealed away for saving the universe.

The split of the Tech and Magic ancients come a little after. Planet Halcandra is the “hq” of the Ancients by now, and the split meant banishing all their magic users.

Another intergalactic crisis (Nightmare) pops up. The Starborns unite to try to destroy it. It was Aeon who was able to seal a big threat before, so whos to say that they cant do the same?

The other Ancients try to help. But with the Tech and Magic factions not on good terms…theyre severely lacking in magic power. Hell, the Starborns are magic too. It took a lot of convincing for the tech dudes to help them.

Mags and Meta are born near the middle? Or end of the crisis. For a long while, Meta was away from Popstar, planet of his birth. Called to Halcandra to help with the crisis. (Starborns start training VERY EARLY when theres a big crisis afoot…) Mags was just one of the residents that needed protecting; too young (just out of his kit years!) to really help with the efforts. If he was just a few years older… hed have probably fought side by side with Meta as one of the engineers.

At the end of the crisis, among the Starborns, only the (very) young Meta survives. He was the only one who was able to escape the effects of the final blow. Returns to Popstar to resume his usual duty. Because thats all he’s ever known. Hes recieved enough training to be able to do so (but not really enough to deal with system-wide threats all on his own). Hes thinking of conquest to better protect his home around this time…

Halcandra at this point is approaching a sort of…plateau with their advancement. Without magic, and the losses of the last intergalactic threat, the progress of civilization is slowed. Mags continues to grow in this Halcandra, learning more about the Ancients, learning more about his own culture. Its…kind of a struggling, war affected planet, but he loves it all the same. I think he starts to dabble in magic around this time, in his interest in the previous age of Ancients. Hes hiding it away from everyone, in fear of being banished…

Then comes the invasion, destroying the planet, the damage irreversible. Mags lives on the new Hellcandra for QUITE A WHILE — he wants to live long enough to unleash his vengeance towards the Haltmanns. The Crown only feeds this anger, blowing it up to a universe-level fury.

Years and years pass… enough for Mags’ age to become sort of legend. Enough for the last intergalactic threat to become a legend nearly lost to time. (Because…theres no one to remember it except Meta and Mags, probably!)

And then…the two meet again.

Its sad that the circumstances pit them against each other…after all the shit theyve been through. It wouldve been nice if they were together through it all, but that is simply not the case.

Mags’ years on Hellcandra kind of stunted his physical growth, making him look like a Halcandran in his “early teens”. Hes much older than that ISJSJE. I also put equivalent ranges instead of numbers bc theyre literally hundreds of years old. Both races live on for eons….

Sidenote: when they first met, they had different names. Mags hadnt renamed himself yet, and Meta hadnt completely dropped his old name for his title. They were completely different people…complete strangers when they met once more. Yet…theres a sense of familiarity…

[rstg123]

And here we are! Time for Kirby lore, just don't spoil things in the notes for me cause I haven't done post game yet

Just a warning: The more I wrote this the more it became rambling so its SUPER disorganized

Ok so I didn't trust Elfilin at first not gunna lie. And for good reason. It's a Kirby game, you know the drill there

The way they handled it in this game though was that Elfilin makes up part of one whole, which is revealed as you hear the speech during the elevator up Lab Discovera with the weirdly out of place voice acting

ID-F86 is explained to be some kind of creature that just showed up one day, wreaking havoc and taking out all the wildlife until it was captured by researchers. It had the ability to travel across dimensions and worlds, and is quite possibly the reason the "Ancients" Magalor refers too had they tech they had. In fact the rifts we see in Forgotten Land are very similar to the ones seen in Return to Dreamland, they just seem more pointy to me. Maybe they're more unstable than the ones we've seen before? I'll explain more on that later.

For now whats important: ID-F87 is a part of F86 that somehow split off, leaving F86 inactive and put in stasis, used to power planetary warp technology, though it was rendered useless after a certain point, which is what led F86 to capture the Waddle Dees, and possibly the Beast Pack in some way? I think we all know F87 is Elfilin by now though.

Leongar refers to F86 as the "Great One", and talks about how the Beast Pack was left behind by people leaving to a "land of dreams", presumably Popstar. Maybe these were the Ancients that Magalor talked about? I mean maybe it could explain why the rifts look different from how they did in Return to Dreamland. The more pointy and less structured look makes them seem like they're less stable, which would make sense considering F86 is being powered by a bunch of Waddle Dees during the events of the game.

Now of course, when F86 breaks out of stasis, we have what I like to call, When Crap Gets Real TM

Leongar is absorbed into some kind of mass of goo or some other substance, with the Beast Pack members who arrived shortly after F86 broke out following suit, leading to probably the most unsettling thing I've ever seen in a Kirby game: Fecto Forgo.

It chases Kirby down a hall, eventually capturing Elfilin, becoming whole again. Of course at first its just an orb. The mass of everything it absorbed becomes just a sphere, much more stable and all that. It flies up to the roof of the facility.

After reaching the top of the facility, we finally see the final boss

Fecto Elfilis is SUCH a great fight, like seriously its best to experience it for yourself. Especially that backing track, man. "Two Planets Approach The Roche Limit" works so well

Fun fact: The Roche Limit isn't a Kirby thing, the Roche Limit is basically when two planets are so close together their gravity tears each other apart, so I hear.

Now I wont repeat everything that happens during the fight, but whats important: The use of those star shaped portals

Theyre still using the more pointy look, though. Then again during the Magalor Soul fight, he uses more pointy portals instead of the rounded portals.

So. What does all this actually like... mean

Well "Fecto" and "Forgo" are good starting points. They're probably derived from the words "Infection" and "Forgotten" respectively, but I've heard Fecto might mean "Completed", because of a Latin translation of the word. However, Forgo doesen't translate to anything.

What I want to know is why did Fecto Elfilis do what it did when it first showed up? I mean there's a reason they captured it, the thing was going after the wildlife. Secondly how did Elfilin split off from Fecto Elfilis to begin with? All we know is it was an experiment. Maybe it'll tie into another plotline? How did Elfilin escape as well??

The most common theory is one I've already talked about and its about the Ancients being from this world initially. They fled leaving the Beast Pack- and Elfilis- behind, going to quote "A land of dreams". So Dreamland?

I have. So many questions that this post can't awnser dojfdsjgf9sjgrsdv

Hope you enjoyed my rambling though. There are a bunch of unanswered questions and when I'm done post game I might come back to this just to see if I can put anything else together.

[wickymicky]

i thought the “i love you like lalalala” sample in I Love You by EXID was really annoying and grating at first, and i havent fully come around on it yet, but i do think it makes more sense in the context of their discography and i’ve gotten more used to it. it serves the same function as the “ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo” sample in DDD, but this kind of thing in EXID songs isnt always samples. in Up&Down it was the “wi arae wi wi arae” thing, and in Ah Yeah its the “ah yeah ah yeah / a ye a ye” thing. in LIE, again, its the title. 

Shinsadong Tiger produced all of their songs (all of their title tracks at least), but I know that this isnt necessarily his style with other groups, so it’s clearly a conscious choice for EXID. with this group, he seems to tend to base the hook on a repeated vocal phrase, and over time began to do that more with samples than just with the members singing it in the song. since a sample is the same in every way each time it plays, it kind of functions as a piece of the instrumental, and not as a part of the vocal melodies of the song. i don’t know how he actually sits down and writes songs lol i dont know anything about him really, but i wouldnt be surprised if, when he sat down to write an EXID song, actually started with that repeated vocal line/sample and built from there with things that would compliment it. maybe he heard someone say something just casually or whatever, or hum to themselves or something, and he liked the melody of it, and built a song around it? that’s something you hear a lot from people who make beats, obviously especially from people who use sampling heavily, and especially especially from people who use unconventional samples like the sound of a car going by or the sound of a washing machine haha. that’s not what Shinsadong Tiger does with EXID, kpop isnt at the point yet where it would have avant garde sampling like that yet i dont think, though one of EXID’s songs did include a phone ringing as part of the song. 

so like, i thought the “i love you like lalalalalalala” thing was kind of off-putting, i wasnt sure what would possess a songwriter to do that... i kinda thought it was just trying really hard to emulate the most annoying american popstars when they do stuff like that. but now that i know that this is an intentional style that EXID has had basically since Up&Down and have only been incorporating and building off of more in the last couple years, it made a lot more sense. and as i gave the song another shot and told myself to just sit through it and see what the rest of the song has to offer, i came away from that knowing that there’s a lot more to the song than just that vocal sample. i thought it was going for sort of a girl crush love song vibe, trying to sound like... idk... for lack of a better term “slutty” (i mean that in a good way, like i thought it was trying to be that kind of sensual, seductive, “i know what i’m about” kind of sexuality)... but i thought it fell flat because the sample doesnt actually sound quite like that and i just chocked it up to me being a native english speaker and them not. but now that i know the song (or at least the video) deals with like drunkenness and hangovers, it actually fits that concept really well. it sounds kinda drunk and stuff, like someone is saying that to someone else because theyre drunk and not cause they mean it, its just kind of a thing theyre saying over and over, and theyre kinda hazy and they pass out and wake up and then vomit lol. so with all that, i am actually coming around on the song. i know why i didnt give it a chance before (i actually never made it past the first like 30 seconds of the song before lol, so i never knew that was the concept), but im glad i was able to come back with more context and better understand it. 

[shawnsprincesse]

What are your top 10 favourite Shawn fanfics that other writers have made? Why is he so popular yet I struggle to find any fanfics of him?

I haven’t read any fanfics of Shawn lately or ever but I remember in like 2018/2019 I read @infiniteshawn one shots!☺️

I think you have better luck finding Shawn fics on other platforms like wattpad or ao3 but I havent checked them so I can’t say for sure☺️

As for the question it seems like most of Shawn’s fans hang on IG which is the worst place to run a fan account on cause you literally can’t post ANY content other than pictures! His popularity also declined with the whole yike relationship so that’s why Shawnblr is dead but these days it seems like his marketing team (who doesn’t know what theyre doing) wants to brand him to a younger audience (and it seems his audience IS younger than people like myself and even himself) which doesn’t make any sense because their angle should be to brand him as a ”popstar growing older/wiser” not DISNEY PLUS and singing crocs💀

[kaijuqid]

Oh I am very interested plz do share some gayperion aus

alright so bunker down for all these aus me and my friends made together over…like a year

some (most) of them actually include tim in a poly relationship but they all started as gayperion so ill just sum up rhys and vaughns relationship

angel au- vaughn is rhys’ angel

actor/tv au-tftbl is a tv show

zombie au- vaughn gets bitten

vampire au- vaughn is a vampire and in highschool with rhys (also he has lesbian vampire moms)

superhero au- vaughn is a hero and rhys is a villain

android/ robot apocalypse au - rhys is an android and vaughn is the scientist that designed him

robot au- rhys and vaughn are robots that work at hyperion

alien au- rhys is an alien stranded on earth and stays with vaughn

witch au- rhys is an autistic witch living in the woods and (also autistic) vaughn stumbles upon his cabin

gemlands- steven universe au where gayperion is the garnet equivalent

soulmate au - soulmates have the ability to swap things like mobility/senses, vaughns blind and rhys gives him the sight in one of his eyes

lifelink au- people who are in close relationships get a lifelink that makes them feel what the other person feels

demon au- rhys is a demon that haunts vaughn but hes not very good at his job

prince and the pauper au- rich heir vaughn falls for rhys whos a barista at a small coffee shop

college au -not really as much of an au but just rhys and vaughns college days

AI au - rhys died at the end of episode 4 and vaughn got an ai of him

vault hunter au- the tftbl crew all become vault hunters at the end of the game

CEO timothy au- tim became ceo after jack died and dates rhys and vaughn

fantasy au- rhys is a knight under handsome jack and vaughn is the court alchemist

life and death au- vaughn is death and rhys is life, they take different forms through several centuries

popstar au- rhys is a singer the vaughn ghostwrites songs for him

handsome rhys au- vaughn helps rhys deal with jacks ai taking over his body

mass effect- quarian rhys and salarian vaughn (yes theyre similar to tali and mordin equivalents)

dryad au- rhys is a dryad living in the woods behind vaughns house

theres a couple i didnt include just because theyre from like more obscure franchises or theyre not very developed

if theres any aus that you think are interesting and you want me to elaborate on you can totally shoot me an ask! seriously i can talk about these all day i have a couple things written lying around for some of them too ( ˘ ³˘)♥

[dissidiawol]

warriors have horns and are naturally very strong and sturdy and tall.

mages and clerics are both wizards and theyre similar but they specialise in different magics like blood elves and night elves.

thieves are small and stringy and really fast and flexible.

who gives a shit about popstars. they look like those horrible fucked up plastic surgery brothers fuck you.

chefs have super heightened senses and can eat a lot and some have extra teeth tongues or even whole mouths.

cat is obvious. it ranges from anime catpeople to full furries.

you already know imp.

scientists are big brain time cyborgs (like in the partial way. bits and pieces.) but theyre also snobby as hell.

tanks are full on robot android cyborg mecha people. what more is there to say.

the only one that isnt a species is princess cuz every species has gotta have princesses man come on.

flowers are just flower people, man.

vampire.

elf.

other specieses can become warriors, thieves, pop stars, chefs, and scientists as professions if they want to but it wont be as easy for them. they cant just become tanks or flowers though can they.

the miitopia classes/jobs are actually different species and humans are actually very rare in this essay i will

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Pairing: elsain [RSEE] Rating: K WC: 1983   AU: popstar EE/pyrotechnician RS Category: P I N I NG Notes: im sorry theyre gay and suffering,,, but theyre gay,,,,,,

Erblu's sigh is relief incarnated.

He shucks his gloves off and his jacket follows, only ending on a hanger because he's standing next to it.

The few technicians left backstage laugh; they all know Erblu gets like this after a show. Then again, who could blame him? Singing and dancing in the high-powered lights, with the addition of his eccentric costumes and the stage effects, must be pretty tiring in itself. Not to mention the boy had performed two encores and had a signing right after that.

"Good work today, everyone!"

And yet, he still has it in him to give them that dazzling smile, all too wide and innocent.

Some people say it back, patting him on the back as they pack up, but the star makes his way back to the main arena, straight to the technician tinkering with something at the base of the walkway. Erblu kneels down to the redheaded boy, watching him take components out of brightly colored boxes to throw into the trash.

"Those green flame pillars," he says, "Those were new. I loved them!"

The boy — his tag reads Rune, with a cute little flames drawn around the name. He knows, because he drew them there himself — looks up with a twinkle in his eyes that's a firework in itself. He smiles, and it creates dimples on his cheeks.

"You noticed!" he exclaims, sounding surprised that the singer did. "I found a cool fireworks company and their stuff is fucking great! All of that? One hundred percent real. I had to spend two hours finding a loophole in the rules so I could use it, but it paid off! You looked so great today!"

Erblu's glad that he still has a flush from before, because otherwise Rune's words would make one appear on his cheeks and he's have to explain it.

"Thanks! It's all thanks to you guys!"

Rune is just about done with… whatever it is he's doing when the head of security, a tall, dark-skinned man with a prosthetic scary enough to fend off most people by itself (his name is Ref and he's actually one of the nicest people on the team, if they're being honest) comes to them, a pair of girls in his tow.

"These ladies insisted on seeing you, Erblu," Ref tells them, folding his arms. His expression tells them they'd somehow managed to sneak past the security and threatened to sue them if they couldn't get to their idol.

"It's all right, thank you, Ref. Now, what would these beautiful ladies want?"

Ref shakes his head at Erblu and shifts on the balls of his heels. "Nope, I'm staying right here," he says.

Rune's expression shifts into a scowl and he also straightens out, taking the box of trash into his arms. "Good idea," he mutters darkly.

The incident when a fan went so far as to try and cut off one of Erblu's fingers is still fresh in all their minds. Only thanks to Ref and Roy, who managed to detain him, did Erblu escape unscathed.

The girls giggle, one pushing the other forward. The girl, short and barely reaching Erblu's shoulders, has a cute blonde braid, shifting whenever she shuffles, and she shuffles a lot. From behind her back, she presents a heart-shaped, pink box of chocolate, holding it out for Erblu.

"I-I've fallen in love with you!" the girl exclaims, squeezing her eyes closed in embarrassment. "P-Please go out with me!"

Erblu offers her a soft smile, brows drawn together. "I'm sorry, I can't accept. I don't even know you… Plus, there's already someone I like."

It's more than obvious Erblu i being nice to the girl, but even so she erupts in tears, sobs tearing out of her throat. He friend and Ref have to escort her out, box of chocolates left fallen  to the ground only to be picked up by Erblu.

"I feel a bit bad," he confesses, running his fingers over the box softly, "But they'd be all disappointed. I mean, they fall in love with an idol, someone who's always perfect, but that's not… me."

"Hm, I think you're plenty cool off stage too," Rune mutters, carrying the box to the back entrance where he throws it to the garbage bin. Erblu follows him,  having nothing better to do just yet.

"Did you really mean that, Mochi?" Rune asks out of nowhere, when he seems done with his job and sitting on a bench covered by costumes.

Erblu, sitting next to him and playing with a bottle of ice tea, looks at him, blinking in confusion. "Mean what?"

"That you like someone. Who is it? Tell me, come on!"

Erblu snorts, looking away and taking a sip of the tea. "Right, so you can make fun of me. I'm not telling you."

"I won't make fun of you! Come on, tell me!" Rune pouts, sticking his bottom lip out. Erblu doesn't even have to look to know.

"I'm not gonna tell you," Erblu repeats, recapping the bottle and setting it down to stretch. His back makes a satisfying sound in agreement.

"But you do like someone then, Mochi," Rune deduces, and all Erblu can do is sigh as he picks up the pink box of chocolates.

He opens it and angles it towards the redhead. "You want a chocolate? It'd be a shame if they went to waste."

Sighing as well, Rune reaches to grab one. They're good, with a whole nut inside accompanied by nougat. Though he can't savor it fully, because his insides are squeezing tightly and even swallowing the half-melted piece of choco is tough.

Erblu likes someone. Well, of course he would, he knows so many talented performers, after all.

Rune never had a chance to begin with.

Ref brings a whole armful of  heart-shaped candy and letters. Rune spies a plethora of love letters and also cute plushies, no bigger than keychain-sized. He feels a pang in his chest as Ref dumps them unceremoniously onto the already cluttered backstage table, along with a huff.

Ref doesn't like being a busboy for the gifts, but he does it anyway.

The way Mochi beams up and practically skips to the pile with glee also does things to Rune's chest, and he hates it. Hates how happy it makes Mochi when he's showered in compliments and love and gifts. Hates how angry it makes him at himself, because shouldn't he be happy?

'You're jealous,' he thinks, and then immediately shuns his inner voice. It may be right, but he doesn't want to admit it. Why would he be jealous anyway?

He wants Mochi to smile like that at him, be so gleeful when Rune is the one who gets him something.

Erblu picks up a box of candy and turns to him with that dazzling smile. "Good job today, everyone! Anyone want some candies?"

And doesn't Mochi already do that? He smiles at Rune like the shining star he is. He is so excited whenever Rune alters the visuals without telling him beforehand. Shouldn't he be happy with just that? Shouldn't he be happy when Mochi comes bounding to him and envelops him in a hug, exclaiming, "You made the fires so good tonight as well! It was amazing!" and then shoving the yellow pack of candies almost right up in his face?

He takes one of the chewy candies and pops it into his mouth, if only to see Mochi's smile widening even further. He looks like he's still on stage, with the bright light shining on him and making him seem like he's glowing.

The tugging at Rune's chest worsens, but in a different sense. It isn't particularly painful anymore, instead it feels warm. He wants to keep looking at Mochi like this, but the taller man turns away to offer the candies to the rest of the crew.

Rune stands there for a moment longer, as if rooted to the spot, looking at the singer's cheerful demeanor with a pounding heart and sweet taste clinging to the inside of his mouth. The box of his used fireworks is still in his frozen hands.

Mochi is always so nice — it's not surprising that so many people love him. And then there's him; a short pyrotechnician with nothing going for him aside from his proficiency with fire.

He puts the box away and gets around to continuing cleaning up after the performance. He'd used so many fireworks tonight, after all.

There's a tightness to his chest, a breathlessness that'll take a while to go away, he knows, but he still can't help his smile, or the way he almost runs to the backstage room.

The sounds of the fans leaving the arena get gradually quieter and quieter, until it's just the crew running around and ridding the place of their presence. They've been here an hour longer than planned already, all because he couldn't say no to the fans' pleas for an encore.

The usual bunch is already in the room, running around the wooden panels and various prop stands with mastery like no others. Rune has a stack of boxes with the used up fireworks ready to go into the trash.

As usual, the fire show was a spectacle — for the audience as much as for him. Even after all the shows they'd worked on together, Rune can still surprise him with all the creative ways he can handle the colorful fireworks.

He's long since gotten used to the feeling of fire going off right next to him, but there is always something exhilarating about it, when a pop of color goes off when he doesn't expect it.

But he trusts Rune, and somewhere down the road he'd even asked the redhead not to tell him what he's planning for the next show. Rune always knows the schedule and choreography, so Erblu is never scared of the fireworks going off too close for comfort for the others. And it always pays off - the show is always amazing, and Erblu is so happy that his fans get what they pay for.

"Rune!" Erblu exclaims, his voice going higher than it does when he sings. For some reason it always surprises people, how easily he switches between voices after shows. He envelops the boy in his arms and squeezes, like their usual routine. Rune is warm and doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Erblu as well, much to the chagrin of the singer's already pounding heart. "Great job! I loved the green lights at the end!"

That floaty feeling of breathlessness fills him up to the brim and he smiles at the shorter boy. He's sure his own face is flushed red from exertion, but when he sees Rune's going red at the praise as well, he feels unrealistically happy.

"Thank you," Rune mumbles, looking away from the silver haired man. "You did great tonight as well! Everyone was blown away!"

"That's all your work! I just sang and did some dance moves," Mochi says, like that isn't why all the people come to the concert or. Like that isn't all a concert is.

Rune has known Mochi long enough to know he really means it, that he really thinks it's all the crew's work and he's just there for the looks.

But Rune knows the charm Mochi has on people, knows he can get them all to cheer with just one wave of a hand. And he has to admit he's right there with the crowd, staring so intently he forgets his cues a few times too many. But he can't help it; he loves seeing Mochi on stage, covered in blinding light that seems to accentuate all his good features — which is all of them, honestly.

He doesn't say anything and lets the star help him move the boxes to the trash.

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The cameo-crammed mockumentary hits all the right notes as Andy Sambergs group the Lonely Island turn up the pop satire to 11

Many popular musicians have a Berserker-like confidence, and it is in this spirit that the comedy troupe the Lonely Island go for broke and set their sights high. No musical mockumentary can avoid comparisons to This Is Spinal Tap, so you may as well go for a near carbon copy. The gamble pays off.

At first, Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping threatens to be nothing more than an extended Saturday Night Live-style sketch, but co-writer and star Andy Samberg and his collaborators Akiva Schaffer and Jorma Taccone understood their Justin Bieber parody needed more than cheap shots. Theres some genuine entertainment industry satire in this enjoyable, dopey movie and occasional forays into absurdism aimed at a part of the brain that isnt impressed with TMZ. (Although Will Arnetts impersonation of the lead TMZ dingus is a solid recurring gag.) Mocking the moronic mores of bratty boy bands is shooting fish in a barrel. The Lonely Island has the wherewithal to bring other means of destruction into the mix.

Samberg, our lovable lead dunce, is Connor Friel (AKA Connor4real) and hes about to release his second solo album. His first one was a major hit, but he was still riding off his association with lyricist Lawrence (Schaffer) and DJ Owen (Taccone). The three were late-90s sensations in a group called the Style Boyz, and their fashions and dance moves ought to get chuckles.

The bulk of Popstar is spent watching Connors career and life go into free fall, from his asinine sponsorship with a household appliance brand (new tracks are uploaded to your refrigerator) to the stupidity of his latest material. This is a bit of a story disconnect, as the new Connor4real songs arent any less idiotic than the ones that were beloved by the stream of celebrity talking heads (Questlove, Mariah Carey, Simon Cowell). But these stage sequences arent really about making sense. When the Lonely Island are doing their thing (see Dick in a Box, Jizz in My Pants, or any of their other puerile anthems), theres an undeniable magic: their preposterous lyrics are indistinguishable from the style theyre lampooning. If you didnt speak English, Spinal Taps Stonehenge could certainly pass for Jethro Tull and Tonight Im Gonna Rock You Tonight could be Kiss. Connor4reals tunes rap-infused pop sounds like the stuff I hear blasting out of cars today. Only the topics are slightly more ridiculous.

Neo-vaudeville antics Andy Samberg in Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping. Photograph: Glen Wilson/AP

Connor4reals road to redemption is obvious from the first scenes. It means ditching his entourage and respecting Owen, who stayed part of his band (meaning he presses play on an iPod) while wearing an absurd Daft Punk-via-Galactus helmet, and reconnecting with Lawrence, who has grown a beard and now works on a farm in Colorado. Along the way are a slew of cameos from comedians and musicians, and some decent supporting turns from Tim Meadows as Connor4reals beleaguered manager and Chris Redd as a maniacal underground hip-hop star whose opening act starts overshadowing the marquee player.

There are laughs found in almost every scene, though not many big ones. Theres also the problem that no amount of parody can top the real thing: even on peak form, the Lonely Island could never top the aphasia-like poetry of Kanye Wests declaration to run for president. Then there are the potential pitfalls faced by any movie so loaded with celebrity guests. Jimmy Fallons appearance doesnt poke fun at his neo-vaudeville antics, but encourages them. Its a cringeworthy moment that stops the film dead in its tracks, but is, luckily, the exception. (Ringo Starr only has a few lines, but he nails them, as does DJ Khaled.) Seeing so many real-life mainstream entertainers is a reminder of just how unfunny this movie could have been. Like most of Top 40 radio, Popstar may not linger for too long, but its agreeable while its here.

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bearfaic replied to your post “someone, anyone, please explain to me why people on tumblr 1. draw LL...”

the first one is down to a misunderstanding where americans read all anime characters as white, because theyre pale and have large eyes, and these artists would rather read/watch more diverse works, which i agree in THIS case is a little misguided. the second is BECAUSE there are no fat characters, except losers and bad guys. it would be nice to see a cool, well liked fat person from time to time.

i can think of a couple (that one baker from the marshmallow anime comes to mind) but generally speaking people in japan aren’t fat or overweight (they’re at the top for physical fitness globally) so at least demographically it makes sense to me that we dont see fat anime characters often. that aside, though, its literally impossible to be an idol or popstar in japan if you’re not thin so people expropriating anime characters who are idols into being fat doesnt make sense. the worse part about it w/ LL in mind is that nozomi, the one with the biggest boobs, literally has C cups. yet somehow people think she’s some fucking cow with gigantic tits like..... people are just fucking stupid