𝒮𝒾𝓃𝓃ℯ𝓇 𝒞𝒾𝓉𝓎

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Where fandoms come to lay and ideas come alive

M͜͡a͜͡s͜͡t͜͡e͜͡r͜͡l͜͡i͜͡s͜͡t͜͡

𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯’𝔰 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔧𝔫𝔤

Make Me Your Female Lead

ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝒾𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎ℴ𝓃ℯ. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓈ℴ 𝒾 𝒹ℴ𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁ℴ𝓃ℯ.（＾ω＾）

Idolize : Blue

You could never see her

And yet you want to be her

With how she sings on that stage

It's like she's putting put up a charade

Her mystic visage

Is it just a mirage

Her beautiful age

Is it all for stage

Do you think all that pain

Is worth the rage

Or are you as blind

As her and I

To the tears that fall from her eyes

Is it worth those 15 minutes

Or is just another gold ticket

I implore you to stick around

And find out how this canary

Got caged and got out

All we know of this story

And the marionette of this quarry

Listen well and listen wide

As I tell you the story of

Starlight Hyde

People running in different directions.

Instructions being shouted in all directions.

And in the middle was a gaggle of girls and their manager, standing in one location.

Even with all the hustle and bustle you could still hear what he said clearly,

As if he wanted the whole world to know.

"Look at you girls, you’ve grown so much. Starlight's new single hit number one on the charts. CANDYS ‘album has hit the top 100. And not to mention being the guest appearance on that popular afternoon Tv show. Aren’t we glad that the host was a fan of Starlight’s. You guys have another concert tomorrow to celebrate your 2nd year anniversary and it the dress rehearsal looked great today. Good job Starlight… and girls. A toast is in order, you all did great."

He walked them to their changing room.

Then as the man exited the scene, all but one huddled together.

They had locked her out, like always.

She was excluded.

She sat outside their circle, as they gossiped and grimaced in front of her face.

As if they didn’t care.

As if she didn’t exist.

"Honestly it sounded like he just wanted to congratulate Starlight. He doesn't care about the rest of us."

"Hmm."

"True."

“Her new single did get number one. Maybe that’s why.”

“But he always talks about her. What’s so special about her?”

“I know right? She’s not even that cute.”

“And she’s so dull. Why doesn’t he pay attention to me?”

“Or at least anyone but her.”

“She’s just a hog.”

"She’s so mean."

"What's the point?"

There was a long silence in the room. The sound of ice clicking together in the cup was heard by all.

"Maybe we should just graduate already."

There was a shift in the table as someone jumped up. Knocking into the table.

"No! You can't. I need you guys. The company needs you guys."

"No, you don't. In fact, nobody needs us. Our manager does not care. I don’t think the fans even care.”

A pensive face appeared on her. She just couldn't understand. Why would they say that. That's not true! Even if she knew deep down that it was true, she couldn't accept that. They can't leave.

"That's not true, he does! He mentioned the album and it raising in the ranks. He wouldn't have if he didn't care. And the fans would riot if you guys suddenly disappeared.”

"Oh come on Starlight. The fans don’t care. And he obviously did it to not sound bias. We all heard him raving about your up-and-coming single. And it's no wonder he did, you know how much money the company makes off you. You are all he cares about, we're just collateral."

"That's not true! He's proud of you, of us. We did great in that album and poured our hearts and souls into it. He knows it. This is a huge accomplishment for the group, for us. We'll be world-renowned in no time. And he knows that. It's not just me, it's all of u-"

"SHUT UP. He doesn't give a fuck about the rest of us. The only thing he liked from the album was your solos. I heard him say it to the other managers. 'Starlight was so good. The rest suck though, but at least they make Starlight look better blah blah blah.' He couldn't care less. After all, you the company's golden goose, this group was made around you. All the interns practically worship the ground you walk on. Managers, fight for you. Executives, “whatever you want”. PR team, it doesn't matter. News reporters, you can do no wrong. Gossip mags, she's the greatest. Fans, we'd DIE for you. Hell, even other celebrities LOVE you. He doesn't care about us, they don't care about us. It wouldn't matter if we all quit, as long as you're here nobody would bat an eye. They would just hire our replacements or something off the bat. I bet the only reason we still have our jobs is because of you. Well, am I right?"

"..."

You couldn't lie. It was true. They had almost been terminated a couple of times. But you fought for them every time. You wonder if the cared or were insulted. After all it's not like they liked you.

"I fucking knew it. He doesn't care because he has you. What's the point in being a part of this group if I'm always going to play second fiddle to the same pompous, immature brat."

*BANG*

Your manager had returned awhile ago. Listening the whole time. Biting his tongue or more of peacefully observing, watching what you'd say. It's only when he felt like they had gone far enough, did he say something. His calm demeanor turned cold in seconds, slamming both hands on the table rattling the drinks on it.

"CAMI! Be nicer to Starlight! Or else I'll have you terminated."

"See, I told you. Let's go girls."

And with that they left.

Alone.

Without her.

She was alone, so alone.

Even as her manager slowly wrapped his arms around her in comfort, she felt so alone.

More alone than ever before.

They hate me

Maybe... I should just go

Maybe... I should just leave

Escape to where no one can find me...

Because I'm tired...

I'm tired of this.

The saddest tune is sung by thee

Will no one answer her plee

I don’t own and of the dividers

𝘈𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳

In the mornings this monster shows off its beautiful looks. Hair whiter than freshly fallen snow, skin as pale as a frostbitten winter morning, a height that is model-ready, hair like wisps of breath in the cold, and body lanky like a dead tree’s branches. It stalks the street, admired by all who pass it. No one knows the difference, that the model they all admire and respect is a monster, without a doubt.

At night the truth comes out. In the dark corners of the streets, a figure can be seen.

Woman, man, child, adult, human, animal, or monster.

You can't tell. All you can see is the corpse of Mr. Magna, the runner-up in last week’s election for mayor.

During the day she can be found acting like a normal person one who cries, one who sympathizes, one who has nothing to hide. But behind that mask is the truth of this deadly beauty.

He has no form. She has no name. They are no one. It had no identity.

But this changeling has evolved. It talks about your past together. It acts as if it knows you. Have they recently been replaced or has this thing always been your friend?

It doesn't matter now. Because everyone around you seems to know and they are okay with it. It follows after you, watching you. You have to accept it.

He is your beloved childhood friend.

Rainy Day

As the rain dropped from the sky in the quiet neighborhood, someone was not so quietly cursing themselves out. “Shit! I’m going to be late. My mom’s gonna kill me!” Running like a mad man down the street to her bus stop, cause only idiots run in the rain. To spare herself of the incoming incident she could have just walked. Or I dare say, get in trouble and have her phone taken away for the night. But no, she decided to test fate, as always, and risk running in the rain.

She would regret this decision

“Shouldn’t have stayed up all night watching YouTube. Just because there is like 10 MHA abridged’s, doesn’t mean you have to watch all 10 of them plus movies… I really don’t want my phone taken away.”

It was as if god(s), if any, heard her unserious plea. Because gosh be darned, she done this stick for 3 years now.

HOW THE FUCK WAS THIS THE FIRST TIME SHE TRIPPED!!! LIKE WAS THIS DIVINE LUCK OR WAS THE WORLD FUCKING WITH HER!!

Sticking the landing straight one her ass, letting her clothes get soaked to death, she sat there, stunned. As she was reeling from what one could call divine fuckery or karma, her day was about to get a whole lot worse.

Headlights dawned on her figure as she turned around. She couldn’t move, she was going to get hit. The bus couldn’t see her through the heavy rain and neither could her bus mates waiting not even a few steps away. She couldn’t move. She should be moving, she ain’t no horror movie cliche, she should be able to move. But it’s as if her whole body just gave in, like she wanted this. All she could think was of the end. That she would die to a school bus.

‘This is it. This is what kills me. Fucking school. I at least thought it was going to be me, or my mom, or hell, even a fiery blaze. Not a fucking school bus. I’m going to die. I never got to go to a convention by myself. I’ll never finish those fics I wanted to. I’ll never have a graduation or become 18 or vote or lose my virginity. Actually I can live without that last one. Oh my god, I never got to see my old friends, or finish SAO abridged… yeah the first one seemed more important. But what about my parents, my sister, my best friend? I just started caring about my life, I was going to live all my cliche high school dreams. I JUST turned 17, and that birthday sucked! What kinda bullshit is this! I don’t want this! I hate this! I was going to do so much! And now I can’t. I love my family, I love my friends, I love my life! If I’m gonna die I don’t want it to be to a school bus. It’s going to hurt like hell. And no one is gonna to benefit from it! THEY CANT EVEN SEE ME! What a waste! At least let me end it myself. I’m never going to see those around me grow up, I am never going to grow up. And screw heaven, I’m not even guaranteed that fake luxury. I’m never going to finish my favorite mangas. Or games. Or animes. Or anything.’

As the pain of getting hit by a 1,000 pound bus did, in fact, hurt like hell.

Crawling with her last ounce of strength reaching for the broken phone, she typed or tried to type her last words.

‘God, Buddha, Zeus, Cthulhu, Mother Nature, or who ever the hell is upstairs, if any, please at least let thi s se nd. A nd h o w d o e s B l ue L o c k

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Starting system…

Finding host..

System host found.

Welcome Host!

To the Female Lead System!

Do you want to join?

Yes No

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Choosing for Host…

Yes

Heavily inspired by: Cheating Men Must Die

𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅

[System Starting…]

[Choose your mission]

In a time when multiple of the same idea exist, our main character has to restore the balance to the world they are called on. You, Agent Z, are tasked with fulfilling the last wishes and regrets of these characters. Prepare yourself to become immersed completely in a new identity.

The Main objective, become the female lead.

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How To Stop a Tragedy

Danganronpa 3: The Anime (Despair Side)

So what do you do with yourself now? If you could describe life in a metaphor, you’d be drowning in lemons. Disaster is at every corner. A whole class is bullying one student. Another has a walking force of nature. The new recruits are looking iffy. Sister branches are a mess. The government is doing something sketchy. And you swear one of the freshman is planning world anarchy? Is it possible to graduate without a national disaster? Heck, is it possible to graduate alive? Asha is about to find out!

Boost Your Ego

Villians, Heros, and Issues, Oh My!

Paris in Peril: Revenge Against the Plot

Let’s Play Mind Games

So Have You Heard of Kingdom Hearts

First Mission: Can I Save A L-Light

The Humans, The Otherworldly, and The Help

If All Fails, Kill the Director

My Crafty Chronicles: Of a Girl Who Wants Better

Girl’s Gone Crazy, Boy’s Gone Wild, Tales From an Evil Child

I Will Live For Her, Not You

Idolize is a fanfic idea that I started to write on Wattpad, until I got into Tumblr again.

So I am writing it here instead, or phrasing.

Because I am lazy and suck at writing currently. Or just not experienced enough to write it the way I think the story deserves to be written. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.

So if you see it over on Wattpad, I am just moving it to a different platform. I might still update it there, but chances are slim.

I also will be transferring over some of my other work from that account.

Random Twst thoughts~

Just counted all current existing cards for the hell of it. Lilia, Rook, Floyd, and Jack all have 18 cards. They have the most cards out of all the other characters, with Sebek about to join their card count when his birthday hits.

Just a random thought

Day: March 12, 2024

I saw your post, it’s so spooky and intriguing can’t wait see what you got cooking in your brain. Best of luck with this

Ps I am not trying to pressure on you. I just saw you teaser and wanted to encourage you :)

Thank you (｡･ω･｡)

Zero

🔪 You actually met when you were in kindergarten. It was love at first sight. He was enamored by you and your cute outfit. He ran towards you the first day.

“Hi, my name is Зиновий, what’s yours?”

And the rest was history.

🔪 Since that day he would always be with you. Following you everywhere and never let other kids play with you. It was always just the two of you. You were always together at school. You two ate together, had sleepovers, had the same classes, cuddled together, did projects together, and even kissed during the first grade play. Monopolizing your time and friendship at school was the goal. No one had what you guys had, and he was hoping it would always stay that way.

🔪 Everything was going as planned until your mom‘s job change sent you out of the archipelagos to the States in the second grade. How dare she! Uprooting your life and ripping you away from your best friend b̸o̸y̸f̸r̸i̸e̸n̸d̸. You didn't even have time to say goodbye to anyone. You were here one minute, gone the next. It was a nightmare.

🔪 When he found out he was devastated. A lot of tears were shed during that time. Tantrums were heard to be the norm for quite a while in the убийца’s household. He looked everywhere for you. But no information on you was ever found. It was like you just disappeared, like you never existed. Like a chilly day in October. Whisked away by the cool breeze.

🔪 She changed and surrounded herself with people. Your missing presence was too overwhelming. Even if she hated it, she would befriend everyone, if only to distract her for a moment from thoughts of you. She went so far as to make contact with some of the people she couldn’t scare away from you. But the void in her heart was never fully quelled. They were not you. And nothing could change that, not in those moments at least.

🔪 She caught her first glimpse of you in a long time through your closest childhood friend. Question ran through her mind, she thought she was your closest friend, and why did they get the privilege of staying in contact when she didn’t. She started to vigorously study your face as quickly as she could. She would never knew if there would be another chance to. It looked like you had matured. Like you were tired, stressed. She could see it. How could she not? She wanted nothing more than to whisk you away so you would never have to worry about anything. And she would.

🔪 It wouldn't be until college that they would be able to see you again. They have matured a lot since the last time they saw you and since your last official meeting. They were cooler, friendlier, and more assured. They mirrored nothing of the needy cat that followed you around, more of that of a wise fox. But foxes are known to be sly creatures by nature.

🔪They approached you carefully, slowly. Taking it step by step. Getting to know you little by little. Learning everything about you that they could. Making your favorite dishes, helping you with your homework, helping you destress, and even assisting you in doing laundry. They were everywhere, always helping you with everything they could. Taking up so much of your time so that they will have successfully ingratiate themselves into your life. Doing so that they are essential to you. Something or someone you can not live without.

🔪 The night lies and deceit fester. As midnight strikes another body is flung into the wall as the fine silk curtains are dyed a hideous red. The body count adds up to fast. Too many needed to die. Even when there are commissions, the important work gets done first. It always does.

🔪 Wiping the blood off the corner of his lip, she prepares to call you. They wait, taking a seat on the throne of bodies they created. A satisfying crackle of bones is made, but drowned out by the annoying buzzing of the phone. You answer, slightly breathless. They chuckled imagining what you were doing before they called. This happens every time he calls…and she loves it. Your call together lasted an hour at most. Just tucking you into bed, while he cleaned the mess he made. You were always bad at bedtime. As your call is near the end, one last word is heard.

“I love you, Mwah”

They swoons, you're so adorable, it’s sickening.

🔪 And so as the night ends, there is not a sound or soul present. As he digests what was said, she’s sure it was in the heat of the moment. But you couldn’t take it back. He wished he would’ve recorded it. She’d love to hear it again. Salivating as they turned back into their male appearance. The form most well receipted by society. The form most familiar to you. Wishing for the dream they live to never end. They walked out the room and went to the nearby alley, skipping the whole way home. They couldn’t wait to see your drooling face in bed. Or the reaction you will have when they tried to snuggle up to you in your sleep.

Then they inquired to themself, it was quite the important question…

Where are they going to store their latest trophy?