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Intro Post
Hello, my name's Krysten. 🐑
Aroace 🧡💛🤍🩵💙
She/her
25 years old
Birthday: February 23
Type 1 Diabetic
AuDHDer
My main hyperfixations are The Simpsons, The Muppets, Sesame Street, Looney Tunes, and Phineas and Ferb but I like other things too.
I way too many OCs (mostly Simpsons ones).
DNI: Proshippers, people who use/defend generative AI, bigots of any kind.
I do not take requests.
Gift shop
All y'all better be reblogging this
Kumiko and Satoshi as kids.
Me scrolling down the Hoppers tag, looking for the main protagonist
I forgot I made this a few months ago.
Does anyone else want a “stand-alone” story for Kumiko? If so, what would it be about?
I would love for her to run her own business, maybe even getting her own store. I still think she has potential to be her own character. ❤️
I want all of my mutuals to thrive and be happy
Bob's got a Pearl tangled in his hair.
whos the blorbo you have the most merch of? it can be handmade or official or unofficial or ANYTHING just. merch
“i shave for sensory reasons” is borderline a thought terminating cliche to me at this point. omg i’m bored let’s all examine our preferences and where they come from haha
I actually don't shave for sensory reasons.
Thanks @femmadhatter for motivating me to make my teenage desgin for Olivia (she's like 14 or 15 here, but it looks more like she's 12).
In case you have not noticed, she is weird. They are a weirdo. They do not fit in, and he does not want to fit in. They've realized they're genderfluid (all pronouns), and they have awful fashion sense. I tried to give her the tackiest outfit possible (mismatched socks with sandals, fingerless gloves, straightened scene hair, and an ugly brown skirt). I used the Weird Al "Tacky" video for inspiration.
I feel like I should have given them acne (though she already has freckles). Maybe braces too.
Tips for Writing Popstars!!
⋆˙⟡ A popstar are managed. There is a whole machine around them and that machine has opinions. Their hair is discussed. Their captions are discussed. Their weight, voice, wardrobe, dating life, laugh, anger, silence, exhaustion, and “relatability” are all treated like brand assets. A normal person can have a bad day and disappear into their bedroom. A popstar has a bad day and three adults in a conference room decide whether the public should see it, ignore it, monetize it, or deny it happened. Writing fame without writing management is writing a fantasy version of celebrity where attention has no infrastructure. The popstar is never alone in their own image. NEVER.
⋆˙⟡ Their public persona should be simpler than their actual personality. The public needs a version they can understand quickly. The sweetheart. The rebel. The sad girl. The perfect idol. The luxury diva. The relatable best friend. The comeback queen. The tortured songwriter. That version might not be fake exactly, but it is edited. It is the part of them that photographs well. The real person underneath can contradict it constantly. A “confident” popstar can still need approval so badly it embarrasses them. A “messy” popstar can be highly controlled behind the scenes. A “kind” popstar can be furious all the time because kindness became their job before it became their choice.
⋆˙⟡ The fans are not one thing. There are casual fans, obsessive fans, older fans, new fans, fans who love the music, fans who love the aesthetic, fans who think they know the real person, fans who only like one era, fans who defend everything, fans who turn into critics the second the popstar changes. Some fans are tender and funny and genuinely life-saving. Some are invasive and entitled and scary. Some are both depending on the day. Fandom can make a popstar feel seen and completely misunderstood at the same time.
⋆˙⟡ Their body is part of the job, and that should matter on the page. Singing is physical. Dancing is physical. Touring is physical. Looking effortless is physical. Their throat hurts. Their knees bruise. Their feet blister. Their skin reacts to makeup. Their stomach is a mess from eating at strange hours. Their sleep schedule is destroyed. They are expected to look desirable while being treated like a product and then act grateful because millions of people want to be them. A popstar’s body is not just “beautiful” or “styled.” It is worked, watched, evaluated, exhausted, decorated, disciplined, criticized, insured, and sold. If they perform for two hours under lights and then go backstage perfectly emotionally available, something is missing.
⋆˙⟡ Their schedule should feel slightly inhuman. Studio at noon, rehearsal at three, interview at five, brand event at seven, flight at midnight, radio appearance in the morning, vocal rest that nobody respects, a photoshoot where they smile like they slept, a meeting where people discuss their next era while they are still recovering from the last one.
⋆˙⟡ The popstar’s music should expose the character. What songs do they write when nobody is supposed to hear them? What song became their biggest hit even though they hate it? What lyric did fans turn into a slogan without understanding how painful it was? What song did the label reject because it was “too specific”? What song do they skip during rehearsal because it still feels too close? Pop songs can be public masks and private confessions at the same time. A song can be a lie, a threat, an apology, a diary entry with glitter on it. The character’s discography should feel like a second autobiography, except half-edited by commerce.
⋆˙⟡ Scandals are not only about what happened. They are about who gets believed. A blurry video, a leaked voice memo, a photo from the wrong angle, one bad sentence in an interview, one exhausted expression during a fan interaction. The public rarely receives the whole event. They receive fragments, and then everyone builds a story around those fragments. The popstar’s team builds one. Fans build one. Haters build one. The media builds one. The popstar may not even get to tell theirs until the internet has already decided what kind of person they are. A scandal scene should be a battle over narrative, and the popstar is often the last person allowed to narrate themselves.
⋆˙⟡ A popstar can be rich and still not free. REMEMBER THIS!!! This matters so much. They might have designer clothes, private cars, expensive hotels, and still not control their masters, contract, tour schedule, public relationships, image rights, or money the way outsiders assume. Maybe they support their whole family. Maybe their parent is on payroll. Maybe canceling one tour would financially damage dozens of people who depend on them. Maybe they are famous enough to be recognized everywhere but not powerful enough to say no. Wealth does not erase exploitation. Sometimes it just makes the cage prettier and harder for other people to pity.
⋆˙⟡ Their relationships are all affected by fame, even the non-romantic ones. Their best friend from before fame may feel left behind. Their sibling may be proud and resentful at the same time. Their parent may love them but also see them as the family’s financial rescue. Their assistant may know them more intimately than anyone but still be paid to stay. Their bodyguard may see their panic attacks but not be allowed to comment. Their rival may understand them better than their friends because they live under the same spotlight. Fame changes the shape of every relationship because access becomes unequal. Some people know the person. Some know the product. Some know both and use whichever version benefits them.
⋆˙⟡ Award shows are basically battlefields. Everyone is smiling and everyone is watching. The seating chart is political. The camera cuts are political. Who stands during whose performance is political. Who loses gracefully is political. Who looks too happy, too bored, too emotional, too thin, too different, too quiet, too close to their ex, too friendly with their rival. The popstar is performing even when they are sitting still. This is why award show scenes are so useful. You can put every wound in one room and force everyone to clap.
⋆˙⟡ The “era” is not only aesthetic. It is emotional strategy. A new era can be a reinvention, a defense mechanism, a rebellion, a grief response, a marketing decision, or all of it at once. Maybe after being called childish, they become darker and sharper. Maybe after a public breakup, they become glamorous and untouchable. Maybe after burnout, they release soft music and everyone calls it boring because they preferred the version of them that was suffering loudly. Every era should ask: what is this character trying to prove, hide, survive, or reclaim? Hair color and album visuals are fun, but the real question is why this version of them had to exist.
⋆˙⟡ Being loved by millions can still be lonely because attention is NOT intimacy. A crowd can scream their name and still not know whether they hate being alone after shows. Fans can memorize lyrics and still misunderstand the wound that wrote them. The popstar can be surrounded by stylists, managers, dancers, photographers, security, assistants, and still have nobody who can ask “did you eat?” without needing something afterward. Celebrity loneliness is not always empty hotel rooms. Sometimes it is a room full of people who all need a version of you, and none of those versions are allowed to be tired.
⋆˙⟡ Let them love it too. THIS IS IMPORTANT!! Don’t make fame only a prison unless that is specifically the story. Let them love the stage. Let them love the first scream of the crowd, the bass in their chest, the choreography finally landing, the moment the audience sings a lyric back so loudly they don’t have to. Let them love fashion, reinvention, performance, attention, creation, ambition. A popstar who only suffers can feel passive. A popstar who loves the thing that is also hurting them is much more real.
i think the TLC network may have been one of the most evil stations in history, their only shows were like; watch fat and disabled people suffer compounding health issues, vouyeristically observe the habits and lives of the autistic and mentally ill, watch women in poverty be shipped overseas to marry neglectful and abusive american men in order to not die from poverty, and the reactionary evangelical cult family show
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Simpsons characters as random YouTube videos.
