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"Midia" (Idia X Miku)

hehehe, we got it boys, we was able to get Idia into a hstsune miku cosplay and put his fiery hair into pigtails, Hahaha! look at him quivering while on that stage!

#Hatsune Miku #Vocaloid #Idia Shroud

Publicado em Nov 7, 2026

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character: idia_shroud, hatsune_miku, copyright: twisted_wonderland 1boy, solo, idia shroud, long blue hair, yellow eyes, hair between eyes, sharp teeth, twintails, very long twintails, aqua-tinted twintail ribbons, detached sleeves, sleeveless shirt, pleated skirt, necktie, headphones worn around neck, black gloves, stage, stage lights, microphone, singing, open mouth, holding microphone, one hand on microphone stand, embarrassed, blush, sweatdrop, pout, gritted teeth, looking to the side, from below, dutch angle, wide shot, audience, crowd, silhouette audience, male audience, speech bubble, musical notes, concert, dramatic lighting, teal and magenta stage lights, forced performance, reluctant, suffering The view is from the front of the stage, tilted up from the barricade: a wide low-angle shot with a slight dutch tilt, so the stage lip cuts a hard diagonal across the lower third and the camera is far enough back to hold both the performer and the front rows of the crowd. Idia Shroud stands near the front edge of the stage, weight thrown back onto his right leg and his left hip pushed forward as though his body is trying to retreat even while his feet stay planted. His long blue hair is bound into two very long twintails that fall past his waist, each tied with an aqua-tinted ribbon and each strand catching the crossfire of magenta and teal light; a fringe of hair drops between his eyes. He wears the full costume: a sleeveless shirt and a pleated skirt, a necktie knotted at his throat, detached sleeves slipping down his forearms, black gloves on both hands, and headphones pushed back around his neck rather than over his ears. His shoulders are hunched up near his jaw, one knee slightly bent, so the silhouette reads as a boyfolded inward while the costume reads as bright and outgoing. His right hand grips the microphone tight, knuckles taut through the glove, the mic close to his lips; his left hand rests on the microphone stand, thumb worrying at the metal collar, and the stand leans because his weight leans with it. His head is turned three-quarters away from the audience, gaze sliding off to the side toward stage left as if looking for an exit, one eye narrowed, the other wide; a hot blush floods his cheeks and a single sweatdrop sits at his temple. His mouth is open mid-note but the corners are pulled down and his teeth are gritted, a pout fighting a grimace, so the performance reads as forced from the first glance. Below him in the foreground, the audience presses against the stage edge: a row of young men in dark school uniform jackets, rendered as simplified angular backs and turned faces, one lifting a phone toward the stage, one leaning elbows on the barricade. Their upturned faces sit in the shadow under the stage lip, lit only by bounce and spill from the stage, and their gazes rake up at him; the nearest turns to whisper to the next, eyes sliding sideways. Their hands rest on the rail, shoulders bunched, breath fogging faintly in the cool hall, and the front line casts short dark shadows back between their feet. The light comes from two sources only: a magenta key from high stage right and a teal rim from low stage left, both cutting sharp through a drifting haze so the beams show as solid cones. Idia's face is split -- magenta on the right cheek and the ribbon, teal carving a hard edge along the far twintail and the raised shoulder, with the front of the skirt catching a thin hot highlight where the beam skims the pleats. Where the light strikes the mic, a bright line flickers on the grille. Behind him the backdrop is a dark curtain with its folds visible, and beyond that the hall falls to absolute black. A jagged speech bubble hangs above his head, tapering toward him, reading "I never agreed to any of this...", with a small cluster of musical-note glyphs scattered beside the mic as though leaking out of it. The palette is held to teal, magenta, deep black and the pale blue-white of Idia's hair, with the audience fully desaturated so the color belongs entirely to him. The crowd's clothing dims into grey-black uniform shapes; no other bright hue enters the frame. Reluctant, concert-loud.

"Midia" (Idia X Miku)

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