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. 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. she would have kept on believing in that new world, too, if she hadn’t met michael.
this is a plot based roleplay 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 body horror of growing up, sacrificing identity for family, the dangers of queer isolation and being accepted by monsters, providing the background vocals for your own life, 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.
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 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 first. that's all to say, i might 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 these things, 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 ) 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 ˂ )⸝♡
@scondstar asked "You were supposed to be gone by now. Why aren't you gone?" // always accepting.
the question earned a quiet laugh from him, low and easy. shaggy glanced down at the concrete between his boots, scuffing the toe of one against the pavement before lifting his gaze back to her. the parking garage had gone mostly quiet now after the band's set, the crowd long since disappeared leaving behind scattered equipment, distant traffic, and the occasional metallic clatter as the crew packed up. truth be told, he’d meant to leave a while ago. he’d gotten what he came for, heard the music on his way back to the truck, and somehow found himself still there long after the last song had burned itself out against the concrete walls. his shoulders rose in a small shrug, a crooked smile pulling at one corner of his mouth. “everybody left,” he said, like that much was obvious. his eyes found hers. “i didn’t.” there wasn’t much embarrassment in it, as he never was one to dress up the truth. “figured if i left right away, i’d spend the whole drive home wishin’ i hadn’t.” his gaze lingered for a beat, warm and unhurried, before the smile softened into something almost playful. “didn’t seem like a good enough reason to go.” shaggy gives it a moment before sneaking in, "who knows, what if there was an encore?"
IT WASN'T THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE HAD LINGERED IN THE AFTERMATH OF THEIR SET, but something about the way he talked didn't sit right with star. it was how he meandered, or sank into the concrete ── it might've even been how he smelled. somehow it all just added up to this empty feeling in the pit of her stomach that got worse the more she looked at him. his brown eyes might've lingered, but hers didn't. they flitted every which way, and landed somewhere behind her shoulder.
" WELL, THERE ISN'T, " star kept her arms crossed in front of her like she was cold despite the eighty degree nights they'd been having. the radio-lady had said something about air currents blowing in from japan, whatever that was supposed to mean.
she kind of sounded distant, or angry even, only she didn't look it at all when she turned back to him. not even a little bit. " it is way passed closing; you need to go, " she said. then she held out her hand. " but i'll go with you a ways if you get started ── final offer? "
@scondstar sent ❛ every time i close my eyes, all i see is the pain you've caused. ❜
" the pain i've caused ?! " nearly a year of solitude , with only the growing rot of the coronado to keep him company. no fury , no thurst , just an aching loneliness. but there's a spark now , one unexpected but welcomed. a small flame igniting within him for the first time since-- since-- " paul , dwayne , marko. they're dead , star. " there's an unmistakable agony as he says it. the first time he says it. each name another stake through his chest. he gets close now. dangerously close , eyes wide and wild , nostrils flaired. he is little more than an animal , a beast made of grief and rage. " because of you. "
A SENSE OF DESPONDENCY WHELLED UP IN HER, SHARP AND BITING. often, star had seen david in her dreams ── back when he'd seen her there, standing on the cliffside. the first time he pulled her next to the micstand with him. in her more romantic moments, she used to ghost her fingers over the lids of his eyes and fancy that they were the ones she'd been imagining since she was six years old.
now it seemed like all those thoughts collided with the reality of her nightmares; the effect was dizzying. star took a step back from him as her eyes welled up. he wasn't even supposed to be here. all this time, she'd thought he was ──
" DEAD? " her voice came out airy and hollow. she tried, desperately, to stop shaking. " david ── so was everyone else. marko and dwayne and paul ── i never ── i never wanted to ── i never meant ── " her breath drew quicker; poor girl, she never did, " ... you wouldn't have let him go. not everything can just be family david ── there are other people, too. "
sometimes, especially these days, star still had awful visions of god. mostly they consisted of a sea's worth of missing posters, each one cutting deeper than the last. she should have said something else about them, and all the names she'd memorized against her will. instead, her heart faltered again ── she wanted to touch him so badly. " david, how are you here? what happened? "
THE SOUNDS OF THE BOARDWALK CLUTTERED THE AIR, filling it with salt-water winds and cotton-candy dreams. everything was a bit surreal in santa carla once the sun went down ── there was the sound of jazz, carried far over the water. an old man with a guitar was down at the other end of the street, playing a staccato rhythm for the night sky. then of course there was star herself, all set up in her little booth; the sign ( which did not look official in any capacity ) simply read " love for $5. "
and god, she was something of a dream too. star saw her waiting in line, all dark hair and moonstone eyes ── not to mention the way her jacket clung to her skin. star thought she smelled motor oil, and something like resin or gun powder.
she wished she were the kind of person who was scared of things like that.
a familiar jealousy stirred deep inside her bones, but it was really hard to care about that at all with five dollars in her pocket and velveteen lips smashing into hers. her heart raced ── she grinned the entire time, and when the woman pulled away, she grabbed onto her sleeve just long enough to say, " you should come to our show. "
THE SOUNDS OF THE BOARDWALK CLUTTERED THE AIR, filling it with salt-water winds and cotton-candy dreams. everything was a bit surreal in santa carla once the sun went down ── there was the sound of jazz, carried far over the water. an old man with a guitar was down at the other end of the street, playing a staccato rhythm for the night sky. then of course there was star herself, all set up in her little booth; the sign ( which did not look official in any capacity ) simply read " love for $5. "
she hadn't heard marie come up, but it was hard not to notice her when she was there. the hard tips of her acrylics brushed against the other woman's skin when she handed the money over her ── star thought she was beautiful. her hair fell around her shoulders like some kind of movie star, or botticelli girl. she smiled into the kiss when she leaned down; she stood up, and reached for it as she pulled away.
then she saw her teeth pressed against her lips, and her eyes got bigger. star set her fingertips to her own and watched her walk away.
everyone making cute and demure pride day posts. meanwhile, i am simply your friendly neighborhood bisexual, reminding you to GIVE ME YOUR GIRLS because i can and will love them on all of my accounts as they deserve. fun fact i actually love them already🥺
man, these two could have been so cute if not for the systematic dehumanization of men at the hands of authoritarian sky god figures. imagine her levitating just a little bit to give him smoochies??? but no, he's about to KILL HER in our current thread instead. ber out here committing HATE CRIMES during pride month ... and also every other month :'(
