david had told her to forget about her past, about the day-to-day world that she could no longer be a part of. she was one of them now, part of a wonderful new life that would last forever. she had believed him too, because there was no part of the everyday world she wanted to keep. 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣. there had been nothing to do but run, to find something new. david had offered her that something, a new world, and star would have kept on believing in that new world, too ... 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍.
this is a plot based account for 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 from 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖘 ( 1987 ). reimagined as a 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙫𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙘 with film, book, and musical canon taken into consideration. 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 … imperfect victims, the trans body horror of growing up, the dangers of queer isolation and learning what happens when you're accepted by monsters, playing the devil's music, believing the best art comes from hardship, knowing vampirism as a cycle, masculinity as a demon, and damnation by association, all while staying hungry for love. established 5/20/26
penned by flint. 28. est. starters. memes. carrd. tags.
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01 ⋅ OVERVIEW this is an account for star from the lost boys ( 1987 ), reimagined as a trans woman vampire band oc with film, book, and musical canon taken into consideration. i am currently most interested in exploring her canon setting of santa carla in a pre-film timeline, but will always happily delve into other verses provided plotting occurs first! i am also duplicate friendly 🫶
02 ⋅ FOLLOWING &&. INTERACTION this blog is mutuals only and selective. usually it'll take me a week or two to check out new followers. that said, i accept memes &&. DMs from 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 and i highly encourage you to send some if you want to interact, even if i'm not following you. a big part of "mutuals only" to me is just making sure that the people I'm following actually want to write and interact with me, so sending a meme or commenting on a post goes a long way to showing that. yes, i do want to write with everyone i'm following, but also i value the rpc a lot for the sense of community it brings. it's important not to be a stranger on dash!
03 ⋅ VERSES &&. FORMATTING my activity is low with bursts of hyperactivity. i use light formatting; i do not care if you do. sometimes i use limited icons; i do not care if you do. i'm very flexible when it comes to what kind of threads &&. interactions i have. one thing to note is that i do not like writing out descriptions of or tagging verses, and therefore i am probably not going to. i've simply found that worrying about verses stresses me out and makes the hobby unfun, so i simply don't anymore. if we've never interacted i'll probably message you to plot after the ice had been broken ( send a meme, like a post, etc. ) . that's all to say i may not like to write out verses, but i will always work to fit my character to yours in a way that makes it easy for them to interact. i love talking to people about stuff, just not penciling them in ♡
04 ⋅ SHIPPING this account is multi-ship &&. 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮, though on a limited basis. i'm only going to engage in that kind of content with 1) people i know well, or 2) people i have talked to and plotted with extensively. that said, if you do want to ship, your best bet is just to be blunt and tell me directly. for canon dynamics, i will never force autoship reciprocation, but i promise i am down if you’re down.
06 ⋅ THE END ( LINKS PENDING WILL UPDATE IN FUTURE ) all graphics are by me except for my dividers; i also take requests, so if there's anything you want please let me know! if you would like to write with me, you can check out my open starters here, like my permanent plotting call here, hit me up in my DMs &&. send me memes. oh my god, please send me memes! thank you for reading these. i look forward to getting to know you! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
are you duplicate friendly for star or any of your blogs?
like it says in my rules, i am duplicate friendly on star! the only reason i don't have that in the rules for my other blogs is because ... there simply are no duplicates for @melniibone or @resisteence. i'd welcome them if there were, but i have a completely self-imposed curse of choosing very niche fandoms to obsess over, and i was frankly surprised to find the lost boys crowd as active as it is on here. y'all might think we have like, three davids in a trench coat that we pass around, but to me this is a veritable feast of interaction compared to what i'm used to 😂
and to be clear, to me what "duplicate friendly" means is i don't care if you write with other people who write star. that doesn't make our interactions and our plots any less special to me, and it's nice seeing other muses on the dash!
roleplay is our own private little fanfic buffet, and especially in a fandom where i have to contend with seeing STAR IS DEAD in the tags of so many fics ( genuinely why would you even tag my girl if all you're going to do is BURRY HER?! 😭 ) it just makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside to see people loving her how she deserves to be loved 🫶
additionally, i've never had anyone ask me to be exclusive, but as a general rule of thumb i don't practice exclusivity either. to me the tumblr rpc is as much a social outlet as it is a creative one, and i've had very toxic experiences in the past with people i loved limiting who i was and wasn't allowed to talk to under the guise of various roleplay boundaries. that is not at all to say that i think people who practice exclusivity are wrong to do so, simply that for me, for that reason, i'm out. i have no interest in limiting who i can be friends with, or censoring the plots i can and cannot have with my friends, and while we all get insecure from time to time ( i know i do! it's completely normal ) too much of that with roleplay specifically is unironically a huge trigger for me. learning that most people don't and won't hate me for following my passions, and that i'm not destroying friendships by allowing my mind to hyper-fixate on the things it wants to do, has been a year-long process for me in the wake of all that.
THAT REALLY WAS THE QUESTION OF THE HOUR. the only problem was that before she could answer, star already had four other voices rattling around in her head ── most of them wanted her to eat people.
" I DON'T KNOW. MAYBE A NIGHT OUT? " star guessed that was kind of every night for her, but that also wasn't the point. she crushed her cigarette into the brick wall behind her and turned back to her with undisguised aggravation. " i think i'm kind of sick of boys right now. "
WHILE HIS OBSERVATIONAL SKILLS WERE COMPROMISED DUE TO HIS INJURY, HE FELT SOMETHING WAS OFF. putting his finger on exactly what was hard when you were more concerned about bleeding, trying not to move too much at one time, because all it did was agitate the wound.
maybe she had a point about adrenaline making him think it wasn't so bad when he was wasting time talking about it and being worse off in the end. putting aside his negative memories of hospitals was probably best for his health.
“ OH ... THAT IS A CAN OF WORMS WE SHOULDN'T OPEN. ” because the only thing that would be worse than potentially bleeding out right now was doing so while airing out his shitty backstory. whatever trauma points he'd earn from filling her in on what drives him to dislike hospitals could wait for another time. considering there would be another time.
a nasty groan is drawn from him when he places pressure on his wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding. all he has to do is make it to the van and drive one-handed to whatever nearest hospital happens to be, there were harder situations to be in, right? “ alright, we're gonna err on the side of caution this time. ” eyes cast over to her, and he pauses. she was looking at him strangely, or was that in his mind. “ hospital it is. ”
SHE HAD ONCE ASKED MARKO IF HE REMEMBERED THE FIRST PERSON HE HAD KILLED AND WATCHED HIM GRIN EVEN WIDER THAN USUAL. who remembers stuff like that? he'd said, but he did, for whatever it was worth, claim to remember how it felt. something euphoric, like that first gasp of air when your head breaches the water; a symphony of capillary action inside your body; a taste like candy chapstick.
that had been the moment when all of them burst out laughing ── even her. who knew you could be so romantic? was swiftly followed by fuck you, and everything had been easy. david smiled and told her not to think too hard, said it would just happen when she got hungry enough.
understandably, time seemed to have very sporadic meaning to him. all she could say was that that was then and this was now, and she was trying. star really, really was.
" ... WOULD IT HELP IF WE WRAPEPD IT UP? " she hadn't realized she'd been biting her fingers, but she did notice when he pressed down on his wound. she had to remind herself to look at his face instead when she was talking to him. her head felt light ── she tried to smile. then, just as unsteadily, she took a step closer to him and started unraveling the shall from around her shoulders.
they hadn't told her anything about him, and really star doubted that any of them cared enough to know. he was from out of town ── most people in santa carla were. that was enough. " so ... what's your name? " she asked, because maybe she wasn't like that. maybe she did want to remember her first, even if it hurt a little.
there's a moment of shock , paralysis taking hold of david's body as soon as she cries out. unexpected. and so heartbreakingly human. his bones , which a split second ago had cracked under the umpact of his own fist had already begun to mend. slowly , of course. he hasn't fed in... has it been two nights or three ? either way , his self-inflicted injury is nothing but a superficial consequence of his own anguish -- and yet , star's fingers curl around his fist , as though her feeble strength could stop him from doing it again. eyebrows raise , uncertain eyes glistening down at her , unsure of what to do. what to feel. for what does he know of tenderness ? there's a moment , measured in all the beats his heart cannot take , where david is once again that lost boy he's always been. desperate for the care of someone else , anyone else. but it passes soon enough. replaced by something else entirely.
hunger hasn't touched him since his brothers died , not in the way it used to. but here and now with star in his arms , her blood warm and alive within her body , david is hit with an intense , overwhelming need to consume. to sink his teeth into her , to take her life into him , to make it so that she will always be a part of him. his own arms , lacking some of the certainty they once had holds her a little tighter and he stared down at her. sobbing. for him. and all he can focus on is the hunger pangs of his love for her. it would be so easy to just--
maybe he is the monster.
maybe he deserves to be.
" you didn't miss me , star , " he pulls away , feeing her at arm's distance as he struggles against a million different parts of himself. near desperate , he meets her eyes , shining and red , and lets them be an anchor against his own nature. or perhaps the nature bestowed upon him by the monsters who made him. where does max end and david begin ? where does david the mortal end and david the monster begin ? is he doomed forever to live as different funhouse mirrored versions of a long dead boy ? he wonders briefly which david star sees now , which david has brought out such care from his murderer. " you missed a ghost. "
FOR A MOMENT SHE FELT THE IMPRESSION OF HIS LEATHER JACKET CONTORT AROUND HER, AND THINGS WERE AS THEY HAD ALWAYS BEEN. hadn't this been how he'd held her way back when, with lingering touches and weight and hunger long before there had been silence? star looked back at him, tear-worn as the distance grew without ever once thinking she'd slipped through death's fingers. familiarity, after all, was a silent killer, and she had sat beside this one far too often for healthy fear to root.
but there was something else that scared her. star's soft expression didn't die, but it faltered ── the implication that this wasn't real, or that he was some base phantasm brought sharp memories of her mother's devils to mind. she couldn't help but wonder if she'd spent so long afraid of the body she'd grow into when she should have been scared of her mind.
" WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT? " she asked. hurt laced her voice regardless of any notion of fairness, and just like that the boy standing in front of her became a puzzle again. was he trying to spare her, hoping to leave no greater impact then a bad dream? or did david want her to think she was fucking insane?
she hated how his care always seemed to bolster doubt; her head spinning didn't help things. given over to her own devices, star stepped back with shaky breath until her spine hit the underside of the bridge. it wasn't much, but beat relying on open air to ground her. then she spoke with hard-won certainty, jumping right over metaphor and straight to accusation. " you're not a ghost. "
and didn't that just put things into perspective perfectly? it would've been too easy if he were, and it had been years since anything with david was simple. she still blamed herself for a lot of it, but that couldn't be helped. her guilt and her grief both seemed absurdly pointless with him standing there ── it wasn't a nice feeling at all. much less a warm sense of absolution and more like a void in her chest where the whole tangled knot of the last few years had swelled, and cannibalized, and ultimately unraveled. something like motion sickness gripping you in the wake of a car crash.
there was no attempt on her part to disguise her nervous ticks. star scratched furiously at her own fingernails, where the icy impression of his skin still clung to her. david was real, and she'd held him in her arms not a moment before, leaving her at a loss as to why looking at him suddenly seemed impossible. " are you still staying at coronado? " she had only been back once, spurred on by the irrational urge to gather trinkets in place of bodies. no one had left one; she didn't think anything of it when his vanished. " ... i did think you were dead. you still haven't explained how you're not. "
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sam liking star is important to her and it's therefore important to me. i actually think these two have very good bickering potential, and despite sam's decidedly shitty taste in music according to his bullet points, star would really enjoy being that auntie who takes him to some party or event that's completely inappropriate for his age. oops.
additionally, star is occasionally frazzled by how clever sam is too. she herself is relatively street smart, but not book smart, so she's simultaneously admires that in him and is deeply embarrassed by her own situation.
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star is honestly so sincere and apologetic and soft with miriam. at the same time, she is actively doing everything she can to maintain " normalcy " because? she's fucking up, but not in ways she can chose to fix. it's stuff outside of her control, or the fallout of stuff outside of her control ( like when she called her crazy ), and at the same time she has no desire to lose her perfect sunshine girlfriend even if it would absolutely be safer for miriam to forget about her. she has every single fan letter she sent her hidden in a box under a mattress in a cave. she re-reads them when she's having trouble sleeping; she thinks about them when she's on stage. she will gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss to keep miriam in her life at this point in addition to showering her with gifts, love, and attention in the wake of any wrong-doings ... which is just sad because despite being irresponsible, she sincerely means well :')
🙏 everyone get behind michael rn he needs the passive aggressive apology letter 1st
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if he has an issue with her attitude they can work it out, but if he makes fun of her spelling mistakes she's slamming the door and crying and never talking to him again 🫵
in all seriousness, is michael prepared for the first time star fucks up? is he ready to be mildly annoyed or upset at her, and to then witness how she flip-flops between very callously telling him he's overreacting to being a sputtering mess on the floor? clearly he HATES HER and the world is ENDING and NOTHING is okay. because i'm gonna be so honest ... i don't think he's prepared for that at all 😔
i think one thing that's very neat about musical!david / ali's david is the whole "he wants to be everything to them" thing. there's always been a certain parental quality that vampire fiction deals in when it comes to progeny, but there's something very compelling about the kind of care he has not being limited to only vampirism, or sex, or some abstract notion of "living life to it's fullest" which i feel that dynamic is often constrained by. instead, he teaches them how to play guitar; ride bikes; hold their own. it's an intensely paternal and deeply archetypically human. it's not hard to imagine him either as the older brother who shows you how to smoke; the uncle who has the best music collection; the aunt who's closet tells a million stories.
it's still that gothic blurring of boundaries and social roles, but in a way that frankly feels much more centered on the vampire character. it's less "vampirism itself is the vehicle by which these things break down," and more "the inherent immortal craving to escape eternal youth through play." david is obviously never going to be any of these things ── not a father, mother, uncle, aunt. he's never going to be a grandparent, or even someone's fucking neighbor with the life he has. the one role which is his, son, is deeply unfulfilling for a myriad of reasons; the one role he choses for himself, brother, is far more comfortable, but still incomplete.
all that is just to say, it makes perfect sense why he'd continue to crave and recreate these dynamics ── which, i will say, is very queer too! with star and michael both, there is a very confusing and natural way that he changes from one thing to another for them, and that's always a cornerstone of what they are to each other.
... continued with love from this post here // @wanttobelongtosomeone
MICHAEL'S HAND CLASPED OVER HERS, AND STAR WAS IMMEDIATELY STRUCK BY HOW GENTLY THEIR FINGERS MELDED TOGETHER. some wry remark welled up in her, accompanied by the instinct to tell him you couldn't catch a moonbeam in your hands, or chide him for trying to turn himself into a blanket for her sake. instead he got closer ── she got quiet. shock faded into longing, and somehow star went from having a hardened deer-in-headlights kind of look on her face to burying it in the crook of his shoulder.
a lot of the time the world david had given her seemed too loud, but she liked being able to hear michael's heart skipping inside his chest. it was almost enough to make her feel like the last few years had been some kind of awful dream, or a wonderful nightmare. maybe she wasn't real either, and whether it was weeks or a few months from now, all her dead friends would burry her. when that happened star would fade quickly like the sun-bleached murals on the beach, but then again, if he held onto her for just a little longer, then at least the places where their fingers laced together wouldn't be so cold.
" YOU KNOW, WHEN I WAS REALLY LITTLE ... " it was a good beginning. soft memories of sheer peach curtains and popcorn ceilings flew through her mind, complete with smiling phantoms and a place between them on a thrifted couch. she really did try to explain it, only her tongue got caught on the particulars. in the end star just got quiet again, and maybe that said enough anyway.
her smile seemed oddly choked when she stopped playing with his fingers long enough to look at him again. " you're a kind of amazing. anyone tell you that? "
star likes that she knows when michael is lying, because he's a bad liar. she likes how easy it is to believe he likes her, not because of large displays of affection or big promises, but because he looks happy. and she especially likes that she can open up to him, and that by some miracle, he still chases after her the next day. she likes the way his forearms feel against hers ── she likes his dumb, curly hair. she likes how he takes her seriously, almost to a fault. sometimes she feels like she kicked a puppy around him, but god, how long has it been since someone actually listened like that? since the things she said landed with impact, and her opinions had weight, and she had to worry about being careful, and kind, and gentle too? he deserves that so much, and it scares her. it's so terrifying having arguments that end with her saying i'm sorry; all the same, it's so wonderful having arguments that end at all.
@fangedb1rd: friends don’t make my heart do backflips when they smile.
A LOT OF THE TIME, STAR HOP-SCOTCHED AROUND IDEAS WITH THE FLUID IMAGINATION OF AN ALLEY CAT. wishes became hypotheticals and promises bled into daydreams, for if the world had taught her anything it was that lies and truth were as flexible as the lips that spoke them. who knows where she'd be right now without pretty words and fantasies? there was an answer somewhere inside her no doubt, but the truth of that mystery was likely to always stay between her and david.
star may have been smiling before. then when she turned around to face yoojin again, it seemed worse somehow that she still was smiling ── all that happiness and mercuriality and sorrow, frozen on a glitter-encrusted mouth.
" IF YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND, YOU SHOULD LEAVE, " she said. it was oddly timid for her, and lacked the usual harshness that her refrains often had. star understood well enough that yoojin was just about as stuck as she was, but it was still a different no-end-nowhere kind of life that she'd been granted. star walked backwards up the stairs for a step or two; the night sky practically seemed to swallow her. " ... if you don't, you're gonna be in santa carla forever. "
@dcllfang: tell me to go, and i will. please — say something before i do something we can’t take back.
THERE WAS SOME KIND OF WARNING IN WHAT LUCY HAD TO SAY, AND IN IT STAR HEARD CARE FOR HER TOO. concern, for her. fear, for her ── and longing. really, it had been there since the first time lucy's bleach-blonde hair had risen over the throws of a faceless crowd, and star's secret was that she had always intrinsically understood. she had known it at the diner when pink fingernails scraped against the back of her hand, and she had known it late at night when they had laid nose-to-nose in the scene of a crumbling interstate motel room.
she had reveled in every touch that lingered, and now with the threat of confession thick in the air, star coaxed it with one hand on her shoulder and another on her cheek.
" LUCY ... WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I WERE GONE TOMORROW? " her voice carried the hushed cadence of a secret, and she looked at her as though she were damn near ready to cry. there had been distance between them, strategically and respectfully maintained by the other woman ── star didn't care. she liked the feel of how soft their skin was together, and she liked how lucy's honey-eyes got bigger when she stepped forward. the sheen of her lips was candy-coloured; they reeked of sweetness, and before an answer could come from them fully formed, star pressed into her and swallowed it.
neon lights cast an unrelenting stain through the window, and somewhere outside of the bubble they'd curated for themselves were all five reasons as to why this desire was involuntary malediction. chiefly, there was marko, dwayne, paul and david ── as well as whatever serpent lucy was running from. it was kind of romantic how all that had brought them together though, because lucy wasn't just another naive kid on the boardwalk playing make-believe in her arms.
a high pitched whine tickled the walls of her nose when lucy's head hit the wall. star's eyes were dark and heady as she looked down at her ── all she wanted was a little more.
