#star chain

[lotostar]

I finally got around to making an objectsona! :D I've made a few designs based on my favorite objects that would also reflect my personality

I think I like the top backpack the most :]

[littlealienproducts]

Handmade Origami Star Chain by libraryflowerdesigns

[wiiildflowerrr]

In promo pics for his solo record, Michael is wearing a StarJamz Chain necklace by Personal Fears ($69.99 / £56)*.

*or something v. similar - I'm about 90% sure! This might be a cheaper version of a more expensive piece I haven't seen.

[thefashionforwardfiles]

Photo released on June 5 2025

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Central Cee has a dice wallet chain by Star Chain

[cocoalover1956]

do you have a plan for star chain or are you just making it up as you go? i'm just curious about your writing process, keep up the good work!

I actually do have a plan. In fact, the reason I started writing it in the first place was because I kept scribbling ideas in my notebooks and then it just burst out of me. Its not like a rigid ”this, then that, then this” kind of thing, just me connecting various ideas and headcannons together. 

Star Chain

[cocoalover1956]

Star Chain: The Boy In The Ice

Repunzel’s Introduction

Merida’s Introduction

Hiccup's Introduction

Her brother died when she was ten years old.

His name was Jack, and he was the best friend she'd ever had. Jack was eight years Emily's senior, but she was the sensible child of our family. He loved to joke and laugh and make everyone happy.

This greatly displeased his father and grandfather, who wanted Jack to straighten up and take change. Jack's father was worried man. He worried about the crop failing, about whether of not she'd find a good husband, or about the rumors of war that rested thickly in the air. Its fortunate that he married his wife because no-one could a room as sweet and harmonious as she could; he needed that. Jackson Overland Sr. might not have been in love with his wife Temperance, as their marriage was one of convenience, but they got along well enough to set an example for their children.

Sometimes thought, they thought they could have done better. Jack was easy-going prankster, not the prudent, hard-working boy that was so necessary with a life like theirs. Emily was a dreamer, a child that entertained strange fantasies, impossible desires, and foolish schemes. Still, unlike her brother, Emily could be trusted to complete chores properly and on time.

Of all the adults in Burgess, Samuel Overland despised Jack the most. Old Sam was a army man whose life was measured by the ticking of a clock's hands. His boy, the first Jack, was his pride, but his grandson was a disgrace. In his eyes, children were put on the earth to work and care for their families, but Jack was too full of fancifulness notions and flighty pleasures to be a real man. The local children adored their antics, and in the winter they'd look look over their shoulders hoping to catch Jack in the act of preparing a joke for them. But how the adults hated Jack! To them, he was ne're-do-well troublemaker who distracted their children and wore peskiness like a cloak.

The Overland family lived in small hut in a tiny Massachusetts fishing village near Boston. Jackson worked so many long hours in the Bay, that the sun painted his skin to the color his tiny boat. Shortly after Jack turned seventeen his father had been killed on the docks, when a brawl broke out between local sailors and the Redcoats stationed there.. Old Sam decided to confront the boy about his present, and his future. The result was a house full of chaos and a night without sleep.

It was a cool night, and by the light of the fire, Emily and her mother worked away on a large quilt. Jack lay on a rug beside the fire, reading a borrowed book, and Old Sam watch him from a rickety wooden chair in the corner.

"Jackson was a good son." Old Sam sighed thoughtfully.

"He was a good father." Jack agreed. The fact that he had anything in common with his grandfather shocked Emily.

Old Sam's narrowed his watery brown eyes. "And you're nothing like him." he growled spitefully.

"I'm my own man." Jack responded.

In a rage, Old Sam sprang from his chair, grabbed Jack by the shoulders, and pushed his up against the wall. Jack was of average height from his age and thin. He was no match for the grizzled old army man the stood over him. The females of the family stopped their needles, and Temperance sent Emily to her room.

Emily took a blanket off the her bed, wrapped it around her shoulders, and crept to the doorway, leaving it slightly open so she could hear what was going on.

"How dare you call yourself a man." Old Sam spat bitterly, his face red with fury. "You don't even know the meaning of the word. You're father, he was a man. He labored until his bled and then he kept going. He kept us all fed at the cost of an empty belly. You're not a man; you're a punk. Worse, you're nothing! Nothing at all. You cheeky bastard."

From her dark, damp hiding place, Emily flinched. And tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"Father," Temperance hissed. "Do not use such language in my house."

"Your house!" Old Sam bellowed, turning his rage on his daughter-in-law. "I am the man in this house, the only man in this house, and if wish to continue living here, you'll hold your tongue."

Emily scooted back to her bed, hiding under all her covers. She hear the sound of her grandfather's fist hit flesh, a scream from her mother, Jack, a few crashes. She pressed the back of her hand into her mouth to hold back a cry. Those sounds were not unfamiliar to her, nor were the tears. Old Sam had yet to touch her, but she knew she was on thin ice. She curled into a tight, tiny ball as the violence lulled her into a uneasy sleep.

The several months later, as snow was falling thick and heavily, a note arrive from one of Old Sam's former business partners, Robert Milton. The two men had been corresponding for quite sometime and, according to the letter, Milton was willing to take Jack under his wing as a law apprentice in Virginia. Old Sam read the offer with glee over dinner, expecting a violent outburst from his grandson that would prove once and for all that Jack should be throw out. Instead, Jack pressed his lips together and glared.

Satisfied, Old Sam went out into town for the first time since Jackson died, leaving Temperance, Emily, and Jack alone. It was a moment that should have brought great relief to the family, but the weight of Jack's impending departure crushed the Overlands into depressed silence.

"Go skating." Temperance said finally.

Emily and Jack looked up, surprised. "What?" they asked at the same time.

"Go skating. You love that don't you." Temperance insisted gently.

Jack grinned, but Emily still was not certain, "How can we go skating at a time like this."

"You have to live well in good times, and lives wonderfully in the darkest times." Temperance gave a small, soft smile "Besides, its not forever. Jack will back in a few months, no more than a year, I'm sure. Go." She raced to back of their tiny home to grab the children's skates and ran back to give them to them.

"You're right Mom." Jack said finally. He took Emily's skates that then her hand and led her out.

"Be careful," Temperance called.

"We will." Jack answered.

Emily followed her brother to the lake that rested several yards from their home. Once they got there, Jack laced up Emily's skates, discarded his own, and slid out onto the ice as he were born on it. Emily was not as graceful; she was shaky and nervous, moving very slowly across until she reached the center of the ice. It started to crack from under her feet.

"It's okay, it's okay." he told her. "Don't look down, just look at me."

"Jack, I'm scared." Emily whimpered as the ice grew more and more unstable, white lines spreading out like a spider web against skates.

"I know, I know." he tried to step toward her, "But you're gonna be alright. You're not gonna fall in. You're gonna have a little fun instead."

Emily began to cry "No we're not."

"Would I trick you?"

"Yes, you always play tricks."

"No, not this time." he assured her. "I promise, I promise. You're gonna-you're gonna be fine. You have to believe in me."

Emily sighed and nodded.

"You want to play a game. Let's play hopscotch, like we play everyday. It's as easy as one," he took a step toward his staff, stumbling a bit, "two," another step, a more careful one "three." He knelt down, grabbed his staff and began counting again. "One, two, three." With his staff, he grabbed Emily bit the waist and dragged her to near the shore,the safer, more stable part of the lake. They look at each other and laughed.

Then Jack fell through the ice.

"Jack!" Emily screamed in horror. Old Sam, returned from the pub, her her wails and raced to see what was the matter.

"Girl, what are doing down there! Temperance!" Old Sam called out as he raced to his granddaughter. Jack's mother came out, her face frozen in shock.

Emily hear none of thought, for her whole attention was locked onto her dear older brother's icy tomb.

A/N: Woah this was longer than I expected. And this was just the prologue. Well the story must go on. Keep on the lookout for the next chapter, that's when I'll introduce some new characters and really start the plot. Until then, love from me. 

[cocoalover1956]

Star Chain: The Dragon Whisperer

Repunzel's Introduction

Merida's Introduction

Hiccup was small, short, and scrawny He did poorly in athletic feats and spend most of his time holed up indoors, drawing up bizarre contraptions. He had neither the skill nor the stomach for Berk's most important occupation, dragon hunting. He was the last person Astrid expected to become a legend. Even if the legend was a sad one, one without a happy a happy ending. She shivers when she thinks of the childhood bedtime stories. Weak brainy Hiccup, whom no-one ever took serious, would be their greatest story.

Of course, taming and befriending the very creatures he'd been raised to slay wasn't something Vikings took lightly. Astrid had to admit, when she saw how him with the Night Fury, she'd been terrified, confused and confused. At the time, training a dragon seemed as likely as the sun rising in the west. But once she climbed onto Toothless's back and tasted the rush of flying for the first time, it was like being on whole other planet.

But she was home now, the battle wounds fresh and alive. With her feet planted on the ground, the idea of flying again seemed like a mad fantasy at best. She knew Stoick didn't want to undone his lost son's work, but there was no choice. With Hiccup gone, who would train the dragons? After witnessing the destruction unleashed by the Red Death, who would even trust them? The dragons had scattered, but they were returning to their old ways. As were the Vikings. Astrid didn't fancy herself a seer, but it plain to her that someday, either the dragons would be gone or the human would be.

She stares out in the sea, as if waiting for Hiccup to return. How foolish of her. He's dead. No living creature, human or dragon, could have survived the Red Death. She still remembers the still of the flames on her skin as she flee, leaving Hiccup to die alone. Well, not completely alone. The Night Fury dived in after him, as she wished she had done, and was incinerated as well.

Tears tried to push out of her eyes. It was her own fault that she was feeling this way. She should have know that it wouldn't last. Dragons and Vikings just weren't meant to co-exist. Astrid could scarcely believe that she'd been dumb enough to hope that things could be different, to believe that a boy like Hiccup could weave the fate of their tribe.

She dropped her battle ax, and hugged her arms around her, looking down. To keep looking up would be to keep hoping Hiccup would return. To hope he would return would be to hope his legacy would be erased; a dark spot on his life story instead of a noble, heroic finish.

But she misses him. In times such as these, one can't help but look and pick every instance where they could have done better. Astrid thinks of all the times she could have reached out to him, spent time with him, be his friend.

She sobbed, one tiny noise that could easily be mistaken for a cough. Though she tries to convince herself it was just that, she knew she couldn't hold back her feelings much longer. She wanted to bottle them up and throw them into the sea. The sky was a harsh, ugly orange, the sun a tiny disk sinking slowly beyond the edge of the water. It was red.

Another sob.

Another sob.

And another.

And another until she was shaking so badly she couldn't stand. She hadn't cried since she was seven, and know its time to pay her dues. She cried for Hiccup and his dragon. For all the dragons she'd never understood. For the never-ending war that she only just realized was destroying her world. For the world that had been twisted and mangled until truth became lies and evil became good.

She's only too glad that the others are back at the village, leaving her alone. But she didn't feel alone. There was a presence near her, moving closing with each tear. She dropped to her knees and crossed her arms.

"Whoever you are, go away! I don't want to talk to anyone." her voice was rough and low, laced with bitterness and misery.

For just a second, she felt the tiniest gust of wind push back her bangs.

He was gone.

A/N: If you've been following this story you'd notice how this took 5ever to write. I had a major case of writer's block but its gone now. Expect Jack to appear really soon since I have his chapter half-written already. Then we can get the plot moving!

[cocoalover1956]

Star Chain: Wandering Tower Princess

He was ten years old when he saw a strange woman move into a small cottage in his underground cavern, the one he'd discovered in the forest behind his family's farm three years ago and where he hid when his parents got too angry. He didn't know if the woman would be nice to him, so he stayed just far enough so she wouldn't notice him.

Sometimes the woman talked to someone. He didn't know who it was. The woman would go in and out of the cavern, but no-one else ever did. Sometimes though, he could hear a young girl singing. One day, when he saw the woman leave, for the market he presumed, he tip-toed up to the window. There was a girl inside, the age of his newly-married sister, who look quite miserable. She had long hair, the longest he'd ever seen in his life, longer than he'd imagined possible. It was thick, gold, and beautiful. He ran off, afraid of what might happen if the woman came back and saw him.

He started keeping record of the woman's routine so he could avoid her and made sure his parents couldn't find it. He ran up to woman's cottage a few times and eventually the girl saw him. He was nervous, but she never told the woman he'd been there. 

One day she invited him inside.They became friends, though she was very sad and quiet. Mostly, she just liked to listen to him. He told her about his family and she grew upset. She said that the woman was not her mother, which made him very confused. She explained that she was a princess, taken from her family and locked in a tower. A man she loved had tried to save her, but the woman killed him and took her away. He'd never hated anyone, except his parents, but he hated the woman.

Eventually the woman got in trouble. He wasn't sure what she'd done, but he heard the word "witch" tossed around in the nearby village when his mother sent him on errands. 

The woman must have told the girl, because she knew about it and saw an opportunity. The woman was tried, but confessed to nothing, so she was thrown in jail. That very morning, the girl asked him to run away with her, away from his own troubles. He eagerly accepted. They packed up and left at dusk.

They walked a great distance, until nothing was familiar. It must have been near winter, not that he could tell for sure, because each day was colder than the last. They stopped in villages sometimes, for food and warm shelter. He didn't know where they were going but he happily followed her.

It was the day before Easter Sunday when a man told them of a city, where the queen and king mourned a lost princess. The girl wept, but she was also happy. She said they had to go to that city. So they went back on the road.

There was blizzard that night. The snow came softly at first, then heavier and did not stop. The girl found a cave for them to hide in, but the wind invited itself in. She covered them both in every article of clothing they had and wrapped herself around his little body to keep him warm. 

He didn't expect either of them to live, but he woke up the next morning. The girl was gone and he never saw her again. He wandered until he saw a large mansion, the home of an rich old couple. He asked them if they'd seem her, for she was impossible to miss, but they said no. So he stayed with them. The neighboring villagers loved his story, of the wandering Tower Princess, and they told it forever.

Eugene never knew to girl's name, but he remembered how much she cried when he told her his.

A/N: This is the prologue to a Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fanfic. What do you think? Do you guys have any ideas for me?