#trashero

► Stop being in love with Utage Kinoshita... ( trashero, ft. Tamon Fukuhara's wishful command from afar. )

Ota's destination? Lemniscate. The sacred holy grounds of his Goddess Tesa. AKA the most beautiful, most kindest, and most lovely idol known as A-set. The world ending threat? Some upstart idol. Man idol.

His unforgiveable crime? Showing up on the same cooking variety show as A-set for an episode. You would think it's not a big deal. It's not uncommon for idols to work together on something, after all. But the internet thought otherwise, and was abuzz with all kinds of crazy rumors when the episode aired. Like how they had so much chemistry on screen together and isn't that oh so suspicious. But today the blasphemy ends (Tesa's only love is singing and dancing btw), for her strongest soldier is here to set the record straight...! When Ota entered the Lemniscate building, he quickly nodded a hello to the receptionist before heading over to his usual spot. He dropped his bag on the sofa, booted up his trusty laptop, and cracked his knuckles.

Time to research the enemy.

A-set. Cooking Idol Ai Showdown! Collab. And... search.

":...F/ACE?" What kind of tryhard name is that!?

Oh, that was just the group name. His actual name was Tamon. Meh. Tamonada, Tamodonna, Blah-mon... whatever. Yeah, he looks like he could be an idol, but looks aren't everything!!!

Let's see... he's 18 years old.

Damn, this kid is still is in high school and he's working a successful career too!? Disgusting. What a tryhard. Never mind that Tesa is the same age.

He's 178cm...? Hah! He wasn't even 183 cm! What a midget. Never mind that he, himself, is 133 cm

And... he was a flirty playboy!? Okay, that's it! He's trash. Utter trash.

Ota made up his mind. He was going to use his sock puppet army to flood away all the comments about this Ta-mid guy. He logged into several of his To-witter accounts, pulled up the official accounts of Tamanara, F/ACE, the variety show, and started spamming away.

First up, was his main puppet account, Optical Protein fiber. [You're blind if you think those two have any chemistry together. Maybe they do as siblings... just look at their hair colors LOL]

Next up, was his 2nd account, Pongo Ponko.

[This Tamonkey guy thinks he's hot shit but he's soooo fake. I mean, just look at that hair color!]

Hah! Tamonkey! Good one, Ota Matsushita, you literary genius. He made sure to @ Tamonada's twitter account at the end of that tweet.

Finally, his 3rd account, Ketone_Grade. [This guy's nothing special... he's just some pennies on A-set's bank statements LOL One little name among many in the ending credits (that no one reads btw) LOLOL]

Heh... The heat from these flames were pretty spicy this time. Ota smirked. This was some of his best work yet. He popped open a soda can and sat back in his chair.

福原多聞__The static fog that only lifted when he was jumpstarted into fulfilling his fan's expectations was a funny thing; Feeling assured or collected was left on stage when he waved goodbye to each and every smile. It used to be... but now - - even while he was in this pathetic state, even as he was ... 'himself'? Just watching her cleared a bit of miasma, made him want more. More what? ... he didn't really know, that was too scary.

...PINCHES Ouri-kun. ( trashero ft. tamon )

@trashero via - [ x ] still accepting!

インスタ__It wasn't like he was afraid of the dark, having 'won' the match, he hadn't felt it necessary to use one of his last ampules just because he couldn't see for shit. A blurry world was nothing new, everything was already grey or red or judgement, so this made it easier not to notice every little thing wrong with the picture. It had been too embarrassing for the moment to face the angel for anything other than cursory attempts to make sure the pointy-headed typhoon was in fact, still and fine, so the reporter going with him to find anything useful for a kinda-of-war was as comforting as it was difficult to parse. She was caring, maybe too caring, maybe a little overbearing, considering the nothing that seemed to be bouncing around her head at all times - it made him want to bitch, which made him feel normal, which was a real balm. Even if her insistence was because she knew he was full of shit about his state, that was fine, his pride could handle that much.

"H'ah? Here in th' hallway? You don't gotta stay, I just needa sec'."

@trashero via - [ x ] still accepting!

橘敬人__Impatient fondness he didn't think anyone in their right mind would guess from the forefront of his demeanor, expressed in a sigh so cavernous and steadfast his soul could have been exhumed in the process. It was a condition he was sure stemmed from just how insane their lead cash grab was, something about how he insisted on giving it his all, despite being told to keep his true nature under lock and key. It was one of the reasons he respected the effort, and why he had probably been accused of having a particular soft spot. He sat, a leg crossed over the other, chin resting idly in his own palm, at the edge of the couch that currently hosted his biggest and most lucrative pain in the ass. ....what a baby. Honestly, he didn't even know he was awake, still.

Hoshino Kana. Kana. . . Hoshino? It didn’t sound all that bad. . . It had a nice ring to it. Wait a moment. THAT WASN’T THE POINT! That idiot! Was he doing this on purpose? Did he know? Just how easily his words could startle her? Make her face burn, make her lose her train of thought. Did he know, how easily he could invade her thoughts, until she couldn’t think about anything else but— ❝ You really don’t get it, do you? ❞ Thankfully, just as easily, Kana could bounce back and regain her composure. 

SENPAI MODE: ON

❝ I'll explain it to you, then! ❞ She smiled and puffed out her chest, her confidence instantly overriding any previous embarrassment. He was so young and inexperienced, and it was her duty to guide him. That was how she chose to get by without completely losing it. ❝ It’s forbidden for entertainers to change their names. Why, you ask? ❞ She didn’t wait for an answer. ❝ For an entertainer, their name is their brand. Some unions even go as far as to claim rights to one’s name. Of course, there are entertainers, like MEM-cho for example, who don’t use their real names. As for me, if I were to change my last name right now, it’d be the same as if I started over. I’d be competing against my own self. You can’t land jobs only by having strong connections these days. Databases, search engines, algorithms— these things shouldn’t be decided carelessly and without consulting your agency first. ❞ She was already getting a headache just thinking about it all.

AGGRESSIVE MODE: ON

❝ AND I’VE WORKED REALLY HARD TO EARN THAT NAME, IDIOT! ❞ Earn her own name. . . And yet, she had a point. ❝ WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I’D GIVE UP ON IT?! ❞ She let out a relieved sigh, before sitting back. Shouting at him at least allowed her to unburden herself of that emotional chaos. His fault. Definitely not hers.

PLAYFUL MODE: ON

❝ On the other hand . . . ❞ Oh, she had the absolute worst suggestion to make. ❝ Your ‘brand’ is your first name. Aqua. It’s impossible to mistake you for anyone else. How about you take my last name, instead? ❞ He brought out the worst in her, and she thrived in it. ❝ Arima Aquamarine. ❞ Tee-hee.

Oh. What an awful joke to make. And she realized when it was already too late. 

Here lies Arima Kana. Beloved daughter. Cause of Death: A tragic lack of a filter. She finally bit her own tongue.