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hi I’m star. She her. Came to find vampires smp fan art because there’s no episode and I want content. I’ve seen the viral stuff on Pinterest and dived into humans are weird there too. Might post art or thoughts might not 🤷‍♀️. Nice to meet cha all :)

Edit: 1/9/26 check out this story I’m working on!

Edit:2/23/26 new profile pic today! It’s the cover art for my favorite book, Ahsoka by E.K. Johnston. Definitely not my art <3

Edit: 5/12/26 I started writing one of my original stories! It’s not gonna be a consistently updated thing, and might not even make sense when it is updated. I’ve had these stories for years now, and I’m feeling inspired by reading stuff my mutuals make and other awesome storytellers on here, so I want to finally write these stories down. It’s mostly for me, but I’m happy if you check them out!

gonna tag them #star’s stories with specific tags for each story. Right now I have #Star’s Royal Siblings

June 1st (2026) edit: I added my flags to Ahsokas Montrals! (The horns on her head) for pride month :)

#first post #intro post #pinned post #Star’s stories #Star’s Royal Siblings

oakhursts-lumberjack

”gonna make our mayor sick. Fuckin leper” the butcher mutters under his breath as he prepares the meat Owen is buying for the week. He makes a show off chopping the meat with violent and threatening hits. Each one making a sickening thud on the chopping block. The butcher dumps the meat on the counter and shoves it at Owen with to much force. The meat slides to the edge of the counter and falls, unprotected, over the side and onto the floor.

the butcher stares at Owen. He makes no move to apologize.

when Owen leans down to collect his dinner off the floor, the butcher slams his gore covered clever into the counter next to Owen’s head.

“you make the mayor happy. Any idiot with eyes can see that. Regardless off the wrongness of to men (he pauses, looking Owen up and down, murmuring “mostly”) makin eachother happy, a happy mayor means a happier town. BUT” he leans closer(still keeping a safe distance), his eyes narrowed threateningly. He lifts a finger and jabs it towards Owen “You get the mayor sick? You hurt him, in any way…” he lifts up the cleaver and wipes it clean on his apron, never breaking eye contact with Owen (is the longest someone has ever maintained eye contact with him other than Louis?) “You’ll be dead before sunrise”

the butcher lets that sit in the air for a while, then

“Get the fuck out of my shop, Thing”

with that he turns back to his work, and ignoring Owen

-matchstick anon 🪵🔥

owen gets outside. The raw, filthy meat is wrapped in paper in his hands.

He only just makes it out of oakhursts gate before crying.

He lays his stuff on the warm earth, sits down and just sobs.

He won't get Louis sick, he *knows* that. But what if he hurts him some other way?

And then there's the comment of "mostly" a man,

He doesn't even want to think about that one. They're right of course, that stupid butcher is right /of course/ but it still hurts.

So. So. Much.

Owen takes a deep breath and stands up. He still needs to get home, make dinner, fix his window, keep moving.

That's all. Just keep moving.

und34dm4y0r

"...i think I need to have a conversation with this butcher."

(MATCHSTICK ANON BE WRITING ABSOLUTE PEAK RIGHT HERE AND YOU TOO BOTH ARE PEAK)

#Yes!!#if Louis wants to talk to the butcher feel free to send an ask!#Hes honestly just a side character but I do have character motivation for that specific interaction #Or if someone else wants to play him or expand on his lore feel free! I don’t claim this one lol

peridotartwastaken

One day I shall have a consistent schedule..... Until then, have some TFSMP fanart!! Graecie and Legs are so wholesome I just want them to be happy please no more angst-bricks D:

orangeocelotmartyn

Owen: Uhh—this one will be an interesting one. Um. You can see it really (4c ducks his head, adjusts his hat as he stares at the ground)—it really ramps up (audience laughs) towards the end. Nom: I hate this guy. (elbows 4c, who is still staring at the ground) Owen: Uh. Let's-let's see who, uh—this is most attempted, I think, so not successful— Apo: Now— Owen: Now what a surprise— Apo: —what I find very interesting is Cherri— Nom: I— Apo: —and Nom only had it for one day. Owen: Yeah. Nom: Yeah... Luanne: I'm not even on here! Nom: This doesn't surprise me— Apo: Because of the— Owen: Yeah, it's crazy that Cherri clocked in— Luanne: I did nothing! (everyone laughs) Nom: (overlapping) Can you tell I really— Apo: How did you do third place? Cherri: (in the audience, anguished) I don't know!

do-not-u-dare

Wait

you use likes to save posts?????

good luck finding anything in my *squints* 58,000 likes ig?

imverytiredrn

Healing my Bannerfall heart

oakhursts-lumberjack

“owen

here’s a gun

you’ll need it soon”

"a what? I don't... Why do I need this?"

abysscara

[…] 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐.. 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝙝𝙞𝙢

und34dm4y0r

@oakhursts-lumberjack

oakhursts-lumberjack

physically ILL over this, them. Oihhh my gawwddd. Lovely art too. Thank you for showing me this, so very doomed

und34dm4y0r

If we ever do Louis dying (which we probably won't unless you wanna), we should definitely make a starter based on this art with that quote

oakhursts-lumberjack

perchance. However Louis is bbg and no harm should come to him ever

#What does bbg mean?#/gen #I’m still learning all the abbreviations 😅

oakhursts-lumberjack

Question for Modo,

Is there a date for the wedding??? How are y'all doing this??

Uuhhhh idk.

My life is freestyle okay I don't plan ahead.

They are engaged and that's all <3

@und34dm4y0r twin, what do you wanna do?

promptcalender

Forbidden Love

“They’ll kill us…” “I know.”

“We can’t keep doing this.” “I know. But I don’t know how to stop.”

“This is going to get is both killed.”

“We have to go. They know, we have to go right now.” “What? What are you talking about?” “They know! About us! They know!”

“What if we left? Maybe somewhere else we could just… be.”

“Isn’t this thrilling?” “And absolutely moronic? It really is.”

“We don’t owe anyone an explanation.”

“Relax, no one saw me.” “How can you be sure?”

“Is all this worth it?” “You mean being with you? Because for me, it absolutely is.”

[Prompt Calender: June 3rd, Love Conquers All Day]

flykra-rp-blog

Elise was waiting for them when they got back. (This is immediately after they leave Owen’s house after flykra dragged Azerik to apologize) She stood in the doorway, with a covered basket by her side.

“Flykra! There you are!” Relief and worry coated her tone. (And something else too. Something neither could place.) “Did the chickens give you trouble?” She reached out and pulled flykra into a hug, pressing the basket into her hands and quickly whispering into her hair “Mr. Rygert isn’t happy. I told him you we-“.

“FLYKRA!”

Mr. Rygert’s booming voice cut her off, and she jumped slightly, releasing Flykra to step back and look at the man barreling towards them

“She’s back with the eggs sir!” Elise said stepping forward and lifting the cloth off the contents of the basket. Showing roughly a dozen eggs tucked carefully inside.

“Don’t play coy with me Elise. I saw you collecting those earlier.” The baker snapped “Go inside and help Lillian catch up on orders”

Elise’s muscles tensed and she seemed to freeze in place at the realization she was caught. She gave a small nod, and bowed her head

“Yes uncle”

she moved past him into the shop, sending an apologetic glance back at her cousins.

Flykra’s father was left standing in the doorway utterly fuming. “Flykra Mirelle Rygert… Where. Have. You. Been.”

"Shit." Azerik swears under his breath.

Flykra's eyes are wide as her hands tighten around the handle of the basket. She knows she's supposed to answer. She knows if she doesn't it will only get worse. But what could she say? There's only one thing in the direction they came from. They can't just say they came from the forest.

"I- I-" She swallows thickly. "We were- uh- we-" She can't think! Not when he's staring at her so intently. She can't even look him in the eyes. She feels like she's shrinking. Becoming smaller by the second. She wishes she was. So she could escape.

starmars-jacam

(Using my main for this cause why not :)

Garrick Rygert huffed air out of his nose as his daughter floundered for an answer.

“Get inside.” His words were clipped and sharp as he sidestepped to give them room to enter. he kept eye contact with Azerik as the two walked inside. It was clear from his gaze that he expected him to have answers if his sister couldn’t provide.

once inside, he shut the door firmly behind them and putting one hand on each of their shoulder he guided them to a more private section of the building.

(the worry that had plagued him was fading now, leaving only anger behind)

#Not my ocs #oc credit goes to mod of Flykra-rp-blog!#oc rp #vsmp oc rp #pre-vsmpcanon