how a twst fan looks at you when you make a Yuu that used to be an idol:
She looks amazing and I love her so much!!(sorry about the sketch, my creature needed to convey my emotions for some reason)
I need to know more about her…tell me more…please, your highness, for I am just a poor boy begging for scraps…
First off, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DROPPING THIS OFF!!! THIS MADE MY WHOLE DAY AAAAAHHSHAJAJSA
love the lil sketch NEVER SAY SORRY FOR DROPPING OFF A SILLY LITTLE DRAWING
So now I will use this as an excuse to post a bit of her lore. Emphasis on a bit bc this will be a general review about her since I will eventually do a post talking about her idol life <3
Along w/ silly doodles ofc
Well, ever since she was little, Meikyuu had always loved music. Its sound, its variety, the way it connected people… It was something she simply adored. And so, she wanted to spread that same joy to the world through her music.
She realized that perhaps she could do just that, make people smile the way she would smile whenever she heard her favorite songs. Make them feel the same warmth in their chest that she felt. And so, she decided what she wanted for her future—an artist, a singer. Someone capable of telling the all of the emotions in her heart by her songs.
It wasn’t easy, of course, no one told her it wouldn’t be difficult—more or less, she expected a challenge. Her parents were supportive… To an extend. They weren’t discouraging, just… Tried to avoid discussing about it.
Eventually, Meikyuu found herself looking for jobs—something small, maybe. Just something she could add to her (future) resume, a local theater, a party performer, ANYTHING at all. She just wanted experience—no, she wanted to do what she loved—to try and achieve something bigger someday.
But despite how much of her heart she poured on her performances and her tryouts, job was something she was ultimately lacking. It wasn’t that she didn’t have a nice voice—on the contrary—her voice, described by others, was angelic.
She just couldn’t seem to find anything for her.
Except that one day, she met who would soon become her boss and manager.
It wasn’t sudden, more so like a subtle approach. It began with a compliment, a few praises, a drink or two—and it ended up in a contract for an underground idol company.
It seemed right at first, she had been waiting for an opportunity like this her whole life—something which could bring everyone together. It felt… Right, almost as if this was what she was meant to do her whole life—all thanks to him.
At first, it was a dream come true. She should’ve been suspicious when she didn’t do an audition before debuting on the group, she should’ve been suspicious when she saw the glares the other members gave her, and she should have definitely been suspicious when they—no, he—tried to change her whole identity.
It wasn’t as subtle as it should have been, first, she was given a stage name like many other idols—it was totally normal, right? It was just a nickname. She took pride in her name, but changing it was just one step closer to fame. Yuuni, sounder cuter, prettier, more idol-like.
Then it was her appearance: she was now an idol, of course, she had to look a bit different than what she looked like before—it was fine. She was fine.
It was draining her, but it was okay. She wasn’t alone, she had her teammates—it was a rough start, but she wasn’t alone in this. In fact, she was quite close with one of her teammates, who acted like a little sister to Meikyuu. Plus, it was all a big performance, maybe someday nearby she could be something bigger—something real.
The amount of neglect in the company was the last straw for her. The company didn’t cover anything, just barely enough for them to not pass out on stage.
And sometimes, not even that.
But she told herself it was fine, over and over again, because she was bringing smiles to everyone by her voice!
The songs were becoming more and more meaningless, quantity over quality apparently. Not only that, but the line distribution in each song became smaller for Meikyuu. It was just something she couldn’t get by, was this really was she was promised?
Ultimately, she took the decision to leave the group after a discussion with the manager. It was harsh, it was sudden—but it was for the best.
And so she went back to looking for a job, yet this search had her like the image below:
Until, what seemed to be the best opportunity she had ever gotten—a callback from an actual known company, to perhaps debut as a soloist.
The biggest opportunity she ever had so far. An actual one.
So the day of the interview, she felt nervous—excited? They were the same thing, different perspectives. She had her portfolio in hand, her attire made professional, she was ready.
That’s, of course, until a fucking pair of black horses stomped her over.
And same old, same old. She wakes up in Twisted Wonderland, threatens Crowley because SHE’S LATE FOR HER INTERVIEW!!!!
Gave out the name Yuu instead of her full name because she low-key did NOT trust those guys.
She’d had to find a way out now, for herself and for her former members and friends who she knew were waiting for an answer about said interview.
She just hoped they wouldn’t get upset over her disappearance.
