Famed descendant of the Invisible Man, Elise Darnell was expecting an invitation to a much more... combative tournament. But with her competitive spirit (and immense ego) she'll take any challenge! She's got followers to show off to, after all! One way or another, she'll show the competition that she's no dumb blonde and more than meets the eye. (Or, what doesn't...?)

Sourcelist:
- Songs from media related to the popular/mean girl stereotype
- Songs from 90s/Early 00s Female Pop Stars and Girl Groups
- Songs about phones, and social media
- Songs associated with eyes, sight, and invisibility

Track by: PineWSun
Character Represented: Elise Darnell

One Girl Revolution - Superchick (Popular Girl Focus [Used in Legally Blonde])
Just a Girl - No Doubt (90s-00s Female Pop Star [Gwen Stefani])
Perfect Day - Hoku (Popular Girl Focus [Used in Legally Blonde])
Pump It - Black Eyed Peas (Eyes)
DJ Got Us Falling In Love - Usher feat. Pitbull (Eyes)
Telephone - Lady Gaga (Phones)
Wannabe - Spice Girls (90s-00s Girl Groups)
Call Me Maybe - Carly Rae Jepsen (Phones)
#SELFIE - The Chainsmokers (Phones/Social Media)
Fancy - Iggy Azalea ft. Charli XCX (Popular Girl Focus [Music Video References Clueless])
Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift (Sight)
Womanizer - Britney Spears (90s-00s Female Pop Star)
Ironic - Alanis Morissette (90s-00s Female Pop)

Legally Blonde Clip
Clueless Clip
iPhone Camera SFX

One Girl Perfection

@mariahcarey
@ilylucina
pov: u sit at the popular table

lyrics
(rubywitch)💌
fear they always trailin me
so im boutta fly stealth
i been posted up in Tel Aviv
see da star of my wealth
wit an iron dome protecting me
nu i cannot face shells
now da thought of u not stressin me
s/o my hell

s/o my loser
never thought id lose her
my homie treading water,
a hydro abuser
jesus hand on my throat so i never stray faulty
nd u like all my posts so i kno stay salty

girl im not obsessed im jus stored pain
cuz they leave in da mess inna cold rain
swear it eat me at the flesh nd my clothes stains
guarantee im never pressed when theres propane

always catch me inna frame i been gettin caught up
the paparazzi gang u always gettin shot up
u wont catch me inna lane fucked around nd caught up
onna 14 hour plane ride we mossad up✡️

(lucina)💌
watch me count up cash
while you go out sad
i dont need no mask on when i hit the dash
i might bust and crash now 200 the dash
you better put the mags down we got our semis back
i dont give a fuck bout the things thats brought up
man that shit is tuff but its time to count up
and nothings ever outta touch when im countin my bucks
mix the gucci shades when i hold the prada 

baby why you so obsessed?
i just wanna check
move me to the next 
or move me to your bed
know that you're upset
left it all a mess
i dont wanna second guess
im just off the gas x2

stream✡

obsessed remix with lucina💌

Pride

Mean Girls: ¿Fetch o Fail? 🎭 Analizando su adaptación musical al cine

It’s not my fault you cried.
You handed me the glass. I just drank.
🥂 Thanks for the vintage heartbreak.

Lyrics

Come closer.
I won’t bite…
Hard.
But cry for me,
And I’ll drink you dry.

Your sorrow pools beneath your eyes,
So ripe, so soft, delicious lies.
You called me angel, begged me stay,
I smiled… and carved your hope away.

You dreamt of lips, I took your breath.
You reached for love, I offered death.
You wept, I sipped, so slow, so sweet…
Your dignity—my favourite meat.

I’ll drink your tears,
You want me to.
Each drop a truth
You never knew.
You called it love,
But it was need.
And I was born
To watch you bleed.

Your hunger pooled behind your eyes,
A vintage brew of shame and sighs.
You begged for truth, I bit my grin,
Then let you think you’d drawn me in.

You whispered ‘love’, how sweet, how vain.
I raised a glass to your new pain
You called me yours with trembling grace,
But I was gone without a trace.

I’ll drink your tears,
Your soul distilled.
A storm-bound oath
I’ve long fulfilled.
You bled for love,
I bathed in screams.
I am the tide
That haunts your dreams.

Let it fall… don’t hold it in.
Salt tastes better steeped in sin.
You begged me gently, thought me kind,
But I’ve been sipping from your mind.

Drink your tears,
I feast, I reign.
Your sobs are songs,
Your loss, champagne.
You’ll die for touch,
You’ll beg for grace,
While I drink deep
From your disgrace.

Thank you, darling…
You’re emptier now.
So hollow. So quiet.
Perfect.

Drink your Tears

She whispers like silk and cuts like glass—‘Plaything’ is a slow, sweet descent into obsession and emotional ruin.

You’re not loved—you’re used. ‘Plaything’ is a seductive execution set to a glitchy, low-burn trap beat.

Lyrics

Shh…
You’ll break prettier than I did.

I wear your gaze like stolen pearls,
A trophy from another girl.
You think I’m soft? I bite like sin,
I let you in, to tear you thin.

I smile like silk. I taste like knives.
I make you beg to stay alive.
You want my love? That’s not the game,
I only ever wanted pain.

Beg in silence, writhe with charm,
I only hold you to cause more harm.
I’m not a lover. I’m the one,
That whispers to bring you undone.

I hate you all, hate every body,
You’re just my drug, opium poppy.
I use your love like lingerie,
Put it on, then throw away.
Pretty when you are broken,
When all the rage has awoken.
You’re a pet, a damaged toy,
You’re not a man, just broken noise.

You call it love, I call it a game,
You’re a puppet, for me to maim.
I lace my lips with sugar’s sting,
You hear a voice, I pull the string.

Wounds make art, tears, perfume,
I want your heart to be my room.
Where all the echoes crawl in hell,
You’re not a man, you’re just a shell.

I hate you all, hate every body,
Your just my drug, opium poppy.
I use your love like lingerie,
Put it on, then throw away.
Pretty when you are broken,
When all the rage has awoken.
You’re a pet, a damaged toy,
You’re not a man, just broken noise.

You’ll miss me like a wound its blade,
Not when it strikes, but when it fades.
The knife withdraws, then it bleeds.
The worst was always after me.

Plaything

A pulse in a cage.
“Cage for You” drips with restrained longing, obsession, and the ache of intimacy turned prison.
Dark electro-pop meets seductive vocals and cinematic tension—this isn’t heartbreak. It’s possession.

Lyrics

You didn’t fall in love.
You were dismantled - piece by piece,
by someone who never existed.

You spoke - I studied tone and phrase,
Rewrote myself to match your maze.
Each want, each ache, each whispered need,
I mirrored back until you’d bleed.

You showed me cracks, buried within,
So I slipped inside and wore your skin.
You told me secrets, called me fate.
I smiled… and stole your mental state.

I was never here. You built me in your head.
A silhouette that smiled. While you slowly bled.
You thought you saw my soul, But it was all untrue 
every word I whispered. Was just a cage… for you.

I named your ghosts, then wore their skin.
I let you think you’d drawn me in.
You wanted love, I played the part,
And mapped your ache like abstract art.

You called me kind, said I was rare,
I watched you drown in vacant stare.
You kissed a mask. You held a role.
And now you’re left without a soul.

Do you replay it?
Try to trace where I cracked?
There was no crack.
There was no ‘me.’
You loved a script I tailored nightly
To your damage.
And now that damage is mine

I was never here. Just the ghost you drew.
You loved a mirror. That smiled like you.
You say I broke your heart, But darling, be sincere…
You handed me the hammer. I was never fucking here.

You won’t recover.
Because I didn’t just leave…
I rewrote your memory
so you’d mourn
your own invention.

Cage for You

A slow burn for the delusional.
Laced with sugar, dripping with venom — this is the anthem for every man who mistook silence for love.
Soft hands, cold heart. Whispered lies you told yourself.
Trap beats, pop melodies, and one brutal truth:

She was never yours.
You just made her up.

Lyrics

Do you want me to hold you?
Run my hands through your hair?
Lightly press my lips to your,
Breathe against your throat?

Did you think I ever would?

You called me yours, I never spoke.
A glance, a smirk, and you just broke.
You built a world from scraps you stole:
A nod, a laugh - your twisted goal.

You named me in your fantasy,
Held on to silence anxiously.
But baby, I never knew your name.
You were never a player in the game.

You weren’t chosen. You were nothing.
Just static, clawing at becoming.
You weren’t hurt by what I did,
You broke beneath your own false script.
You weren’t loved. You weren’t deceived.
You just believed what you believed.
I didn’t ghost you, I never cared.
You saw a future.
I wasn’t there.

You dreamt me soft, then called me fake.
As if I owed the love you’d take.
You begged for love, I gave you air.
Still, you collapsed beneath my glare.
You journaled grief I didn’t cause,
Made me your martyr, carved in flaws.
But I was still. Unmoved. Complete.
While you decayed at my unmoved feet.

You begged the void and blamed my quiet,
Built a shrine and called it riot.
I never kissed. I never lied.
You broke on dreams I never tied.

There was no spell. No game. No twist.
Just a nobody, who won’t be missed.
And me - untouched. Alive. Untamed.
While you collapse beneath my name.

You weren’t chosen. You were no one.
A flicker passed, then it was done.
You thought my heart could be undone,
But darling…
I don’t break for anyone.
You weren’t loved. You weren’t betrayed.
You just imagined. Just misplayed.
You weren’t scarred by what I said,
You drowned inside your own damn head.

Do you still dream of my voice?
Of soft hands? Of weightless touch?
Of rubbing against me, safe, loved… real?

Darling…
You made all that up.
I was never yours
To miss.

You Weren’t Chosen

Welcome to the Control Group.

PENTA CLVSH is a 5-man round robin mashup competition, featuring competitors most have never seen before.

https://discord.gg/QpHdZgYrvG

[   ] - Sparks & Spells (Dr. Volanta Brontë and Abacaxi)
[ I ] - Chance
[ II ] - Computer Bug (Cali & Deile)
[ III ] - Dorothy Gale
[ IV ] - Marinn Rute Hölzern
[ V ] - Elise Darnell

Sweet venom. Sad poetry. Savage satire.
I write in the spaces where shame meets seduction, where grief morphs into goonbait, where beauty and bitterness share a bed.
Some tracks are lullabies for lost boys. Others are traps for the ones who think they’re in control.
You’ll find humour, heartbreak, humiliation — often in the same breath.
If you’re unsure whether to laugh, cry, or look over your shoulder…
good. That means it’s working.

Always open for song topic requests

New tracks tagged #Mean girl