#the starden

[ebiebii]

saw this and thought it was THEM

#fairy tail #nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartifilla #nalu fairytail #nalu fanart #i starden rereading the manga #i have never actually finished this series despite how much i love it #also i realized i have no idea how to color wood #fanart

[r0r0binery]

🔥🖋

#solstice bane #lessy pendragon-nachte #starden wolfmoon #nachte siblings #finally got around to finishing this #greyrobin art #dnd art #oc art #they’re siblings your honor #literally

[uh-76]

I wanted to try writing, and I was wondering if anyone could tell me if this is any good. There's a little description of gore in the beginning, so if you're really squeamish, watch out? I don't know if it makes any sense, and this is my first time writing like in a story setting, so...

As soon as he stepped across the threshold, he caught a whiff of something. It was pungent, definitely rotting and in spite of himself he wrinkles his nose in disgust. Adonis Vasileiou thought that after all these years he'd be used to the smell of rot, especially in his profession.

The body lies still on the floor in front of him, horribly mangled. It had been there for at least a couple days by the looks of it. Adonis sighs and strides up to it in a few quick steps, stooping low to inspect the bloody face of the former assassin.

He'd been sent to kill the man, Richard Starden, but it looks like someone else had already done it. Less work for him he supposes, standing back to his full height. Adonis considers the corpse once more and walks straight back out of the room.

The walk back to his apartment is dark with the moon casting a haunting glow after the city. Thick fog shrouds everything in mystery, leaving him a little more on edge than usual. You never know what sort of scum will try and slip up on you in the night, especially with the sort of reputation Adonis has made himself.

Most people fear him, as they should, being the most famous killer in Slaton, but a few want to take him down a peg. Prove themselves as more brutal or cunning then the Wraith himself. For his size most would expect him to be slow or clunky, but he is no such thing. He's quick, and silent as death, both of which earned him his name.

Adonis pauses in front of his apartment door when he hears shuffling inside. He slips his dagger out of the sheath and quietly steps in. He’s greeted by a knife to the throat. “Deianira” he greets slowly, frowning at the woman in front of him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Where were you?” She demands, anger alighting her usually stoic features.

“Out.” He replies simply, unwilling to offer further clarification. “Will you remove the dagger from my throat or are we going to have the rest of the conversation like this?”

She narrows her eyes at him and begrudgingly steps away.

“Why are you in my apartment?” he asks, straight to the point.

“You still owe me money,” she points her knife at him, a scowl still firmly affixed to her face.

“Do I?” he hums brushing past her into the apartment. He hangs his coat and toes off his shoes, fully intent on going straight to bed after the day he had. “I must've forgotten”

That was surely the wrong thing to say when her scowl only deepens. “Forgotten,” she scoffs, following him into the apartment. “Oh please Adonis, you don't forget about things like that.”

He grunts in reply and occupies himself with taking off all of the hidden knives he carries. Gods his shoulders hurt, when was the last time he had bothered to stretch properly? “Can we talk in the morning?” he sighs, pulling his shirt over his head and revealing his scarred back to her.

“You're an ass,”

“I know,” by the time he glances back to look at her again she's gone.

The next morning comes far too soon for Adonis’ taste and with it comes Deianira. He slips out of bed popping his sore joints as he walks into the kitchen. He still hasn't recovered from his time spent in the pits. An illegal fighting ring in the city's underworld or as Adonis would put it, an easy way to make money.

He runs his hand through messy black hair, now that he thinks about it he should get it cut. It's a little too long for comfort, falling over the tops of his ears in a way he doesn't like. On the topic of hair he should shave too, the stubble covering his jaw scratches when he wears his mask, far too annoying to ignore for long.

Deianira is sitting on one of the high chairs next to the kitchen island, tapping her short nails impatiently on the counter top. “You look like shit,” she states bluntly.

“Good morning to you too” he sighs, his voice still rough from sleep. He ambles into the kitchen, putting on the kettle and settling into the routine of making breakfast. “Breakfast?” He offers, keeping his eyes fixed on the bread he's slicing.

She ignores my question “Where's my money, Adonis?” She asks harshly.

It's a shame she's so abrasive he thinks they would have gotten along if she wasn't. “I'll stop by the vaults today” he replies “You can come if you like.” He can feel her eyes burning holes in his back. He wonders briefly why she must always be so angry.

“Fine,” she snaps and he shakes his head, mildly amused by her bitterness. He finishes his breakfast in silence before going back to his room to get dressed.

He secures his knives and then puts on a crisp white button-up and some black slacks, taking care to look like every other wealthy man in the financial district. He ignores Deianira as he pulls on his coat and leaves his apartment, locking the door after her.

It's definitely not done, but I just want to know if it's like ok

#writing #writers on tumblr #short story

[stardenx]

Redesigned my persona Starden

Did a lil doodle

:3

#digital art #art #drawing #oc art #small artist #oc #oc artist #procreate #character art #silly little guy #my persona #art persona #stars #space #blue

[workaho1ic]

Summerfes 2022

my nerdson can be found from anywhere you drag him into/where he’d accidentally venture into lol but these would be the places he would choose to go! 

ophiucus tree tower

candle light for the lost 

starden teaparty 

firewalks show 

too pool for school (he tries to stay away from the loudest sound and bustle tho)

virtual comforts

familiar frontier

dinner in dragon court

hot springs

zero g’s zero cares

 hot grill summer

peculiar petting zoo

#isolafes2022

[surpirate]

Are we allowed to make starden OCs bc like, I just realized how attached I am to ur drawings of them but I don't wanna just,,, save pictures of a character that isn't mine. Idk if that makes sense

yes! yes u can make starden ocs. if yr unsure about any a the lore and such, feel free to send me any number of asks/dms and i’d be happy to answer!

#jovocalizes #anon #the starden

[starspunsouls]

here’s a fic that’s happy and then sad and then sort of happy at the end again. aka: where i write about different things that happen when bug and fire stay together (or don’t) 

This is how it happens. Glowbug curls their hands tighter into their sweater and glances at the bedroom door. Sat on the edge of their bed, Glowbug kicks their legs slowly, skimming the soles of their feet across soft blue carpet.

They’re waiting, hopeful eager nerves fluttering in their stomach. Outside, a wave crashes onto the sandy beaches that are so common to their homeworld, but Glowbug pays the sound no mind. It isn’t until they hear the click of an unlocked door and slight, hurried footsteps approaching that they perk up, lure curling upwards and hope starting to shine through on their face.

Firefly opens the door to Glowbug’s bedroom, eyes alight, head held high, skirt swirling around their knees. “She said yes,” they whisper in awe. “I’m staying here.”

And Glowbug leaps forward, enveloping Firefly in a crashing buzzing hug. Glowbug’s voice hasn’t worked since they were tiny, but Firefly laughs loud enough for both of them.

Later, when they’re laying curled together on the bed, long after Firefly’s bright voice has fallen silent and Glowbug’s hands have stopped signing, somehow, Firefly’s fingers find themselves tangled with Glowbug’s. It feel soft, and warm. It feels right.

And for ever after that, people don’t ask for Glowbug, or look for Firefly. They see Glowbug-and-Firefly, who are two of a kind, who are never alone, who are always, always together.

Glowbug smiles more. Firefly laughs more. Years later, after the old caretaker passes peacefully away, it is Glowbug and Firefly who find the Starden. And they have never been so happy.

(Now, stop. Rewind.)

(Here is how it goes a little differently.)

This is how it happens. Glowbug curls their hands tighter into their sweater and glances at the bedroom door. Sat on the edge of their bed, Glowbug kicks their legs slowly, skimming the soles of their feet across soft blue carpet.

They’re waiting, hopeful eager nerves fluttering in their stomach. Outside, a wave crashes onto the sandy beaches that are so common to their homeworld, but Glowbug pays the sound no mind. It isn’t until they hear the click of an unlocked door and slight, slow footsteps approaching that they perk up, lure curling upwards and hope starting to shine through on their face.

Firefly opens the door to Glowbug’s bedroom. They push it open gently, reluctantly, and the hesitant expression on their face makes something in Glowbug’s stomach stutter.

Firefly’s voice is rough and quiet when they speak. “She… she said no.”

They won’t meet Glowbug’s eyes, and the stutter in Glowbug’s stomach sinks, a cold stone of dread blooming in their chest. They bring their hands up, sign slowly forming.

“When?”

Firefly curls their hands around their arms, hugging themself. Their voice is barely more than a whisper. “Tomorrow,” they admit softly. “I’m sorry,” is what they add a horrible, silent moment later.

Glowbug’s hands drop to their sides, and they take an uncertain step forward. There’s a tight feeling in their throat, and it feels like something is squeezing their lungs. Tomorrow? They think. But that can’t be right.

I was sure we’d have more time.

It hurts to think about, so Glowbug takes a deep, silent, shuddery breath, and closes the distance between themself and Firefly. Their hands reach out again, wrapping Firefly in a slow, quiet hug. Firefly blinks in surprise, and they open their mouth to say something. But nothing comes out. And really, what do you say, in a place like this? What do you do, when the world turns inside out? There really isn’t any right answer, Firefly thinks.

They return Glowbug’s embrace anyway, trying not to think about the seconds slipping away, arms slowly tightening, and it’s only then that Firefly’s body shudders. They press their face to Glowbug’s shoulder, muffling the sound of quiet sobs.

Later, when they’re laying curled together on the bed, long after Firefly’s tired voice has fallen silent and Glowbug’s hands have stopped signing, somehow, Firefly’s fingers find themselves tangled with Glowbug’s. It feels soft, and desperate, and as Firefly squeezes Glowbug’s hand a little tighter, they both pretend to ignore the angry way Firefly scrubs at their eyes or the defeated slump of Glowbug’s shoulders.

They fall asleep like that, and none of their parents have the heart to wake them.

The next day, Glowbug stands on hot tarmac and watches as Firefly’s ship disappears into the clouds above. Their father puts a gentle hand on their shoulder and asks quietly if there’s anything he and their parent can to. Glowbug shakes their head slowly, and turns away from the airport. They fix their gaze on their shoes and the soft grass beneath their feet, and studiously ignore the tears that gather in their eyes.

And for ever after that, people don’t ask Glowbug about Firefly. They see Glowbug, shoulders drawn inwards, lure curled low. They see Glowbug, sitting alone in the corner of the classroom. They see Glowbug, picking red flowers from the sidewalk. They see Glowbug, and they don’t talk about Firefly.

Elsewhere, Firefly’s mother murmurs an apology. Firefly looks away from her, at the blue planet in the distance, and says nothing.

Glowbug smiles less. Firefly laughs less.

Years later, after the old caretaker passes away, there is no one who finds the Starden. Plants bloom large and wild. Moss and vines overgrow, covering the outside of the cottage. Budding stars grow less and less among the branches of the star trees, and blue leaves begin to wither and fall. The little stars take care of each other, as best they can.

For a long, long time, the Starden is a quiet place.

And then, fifteen years after Glowbug and Firefly don’t come to the Starden, someone else does.

A small ship, made for one, touches down in a clearing that is nearly choked with vines. A door slides open, and out steps a figure with two antennae and a long, brownish coat. Dino squints against the sunlight beating down from above, and thinks that there is no way this is the right place to drop off their cargo. But they can’t leave without being sure, so Dino starts down a nearly-invisible trail that will take them to the Starden’s old cottage. This little planet really is a beautiful place, they find themself thinking. Maybe they should come back here, when all is said and done.

Hidden in the bushes and the trees, the baby stars watch. And for the first time in a long, long time, they begin to feel something like hope.

#glowbug #firefly #dino #baby stars #the starden #au #writing #long post

[parkhxh]

♡ — OPEN starter !

There was certainly many things she’d seen during her short time on the twin islands that Hailey wouldn’t have ever gotten the chance to see had she remained in Seoul. This had made her long standing habit of people watching all the more frequent. As the girl stood at Eastbell’s dock, waiting patiently for the next ferry heading back to Starden to arrive, her eyes caught sight of a peculiar scene. An islander was shaking trees. For what, Hailey had no clue. But curiosity certainly got the best of her as she couldn’t peel her eyes away from the scene. 

It was quite amusing, really. To each their own, she thought, but she’d never be caught doing so herself. While she enjoyed the sight of trees, Hailey prefered to look rather than touch. As she became lost in her thoughts, giggling, a small piece of furniture appeared to suddenly fall from the branches. While the islander picked up the item and resumed on with their day, Hailey’s jaw was left dropped and open in disbelief at the sight.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Someone please tell me that I wasn’t the only one who saw that!” She began to frantically call out to her surroundings, waiting for someone— anyone— to respond and ease her mind.

#starden:starter #✧･ﾟ: * starter 🌸 #ok i know i still owe many replies but i wanted to get a starter up for our new friends here at starden #also for anyone else i haven't got the chance to thread with!! #or if u wanna have mult. threads at once that's cool too!! #but this dumb idea also popped into my head and i just /had/ to write it LOL

[fairyringisland]

i made a star garden :3

#a starden if u will #acnh #animal crossing #new horizons #animal crossing new horizons #my house #fairy ring development

[artistxinxthexstars]

So I saw @zembiotic​ ship swap a long time ago and I really wanted to do Angelica for it. I kind of procrastinated because I didn’t want to draw them all out when I was like, I’ll just use a base. I can get the designs out that way. 

So here they are.

The very top one is canon Angelica, the Starco one.  Then pink lemonade is Tomstar The very demonic one is TomLee (Tom and My OC, Harlee) The pink ginger is Marlee (Marco and Harlee) The Blonde brownie is Starden (Star and My other OC, Arden)

I thought the two main ships of the show and all my AU/OC ships would be enough. But hey, if you want to see Angelica designed as a certain ship kid, let me know. I’ll happily do it because I love designing! 

PS: I might sell/ give away most of these designs so you can make them your own OCs if you like. I’ll also probably be doing a Globclipsa and JanTom one without being asked. 

Ship Swap Idea @zembiotic​ Angelica and Her Designs  © Me! Original Base: https://www.deviantart.com/amarathehedgehog/art/SVTFOE-Base-2-708105624

#star vs the forces of evil #star vs las fuerzas del mal #svtfoe #svtfoe OC #svtfoe multiverse #oc #art #my art #base art #Angelica #Angelica Diaz Butterfly #Starco #TomStar #TomLee #MarLee #Starden #ship swap #ship swap challenge

[meloncholor]

Me on my 765490th playthrough of Dragon Age: Origins knowing DAMN well that Sten isnt a romance option

#dragon age 2 #dragon age awakening #dragon age origins #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #please just let me kiss the scary man #he calls me kadan and everything #sten/warden #sten #starden?

[seonlite]

fashion design with @sourscissors !

although seonmi is much more frequently seen shopping at graciegrace’s down in starden, eastbell has its own charming fashion scene. and, importantly, the able siblings’ clothing shop here has its own in-house designer — a rarity for the islands, unlike what she’d assumed was the norm.

part curiosity, part vanity has her wanting to be more than just a consumer, wanting to be involved in the process of creation of her couture. she’s sat through tailors’ appointments and made little requests of her own, but seonmi’s never tried starting from scratch. at least, that idea had never really interested her until she moved to starden, where it seems like everyone but her is pretty much entirely self-sufficient. plus, she justifies, just knowing what goes into the design and creation of her clothes from her job isn’t the same as a hands-on experience.

so the fashion critic finds herself at the ables’ clothing shop, all her favourite elements piled into one heavily annotated dress sketch. unfortunately, ribbon-tie straps and beaded inner skirts and embroidered overlays and the splashes of colour she’s tried to include make for a more ostentatious dress than she’d like to admit. it’s not exactly the best work she’s ever seen, ( even she wouldn’t think too highly of it, if she saw it on the rack ) but that’s why she’s looking for someone with much more expertise! she’s got a vision, she just needs the right designer to fulfil it.

“hi!” seonmi flounces into the shop, the bell by the door chiming behind her. “you do walk-ins, right?”

#thr.sungho01 #( idk what im talking about rip fashion

[duroodles]

jello my friends (づ￣ ³￣)づ i’m sae and i’m super duper excited to roleplay with y’all here hehe! i’m a new fan of animal crossing because my boyfriend got me into it ( which hopefully he will join later ) but i’ve been dying to play a hyunjin face claim and i loooove poodles so like, a harriet skeleton is perfection for me !! but lets get into the actual intro, i could talk forever here also my pages are 100% not done and i probably won’t get them done until tomorrow and im so sorry !! i hate being underprepared but i was just so excited and wanted to grab up harriet because i was so inspired T_T

GET TO KNOW DURI !

♡ like his app says, duri was raised on the twin islands and honestly, couldn’t be happier living where he is. his parents were those little old people on the island that loved animals and were the islands biggest cheerleaders, and he takes pride in his families connection to home uwu ♡ he started shampoodle because of his absolute baby of a dog, jwi. jwi is a poodle and he can’t be seen without her at anytime! think, little dog in a purse ♡ duri has experience grooming animals as well being a hairdresser for people, and basically, its all he ever wants to talk about if you aren’t careful. he loves style and looking good! ♡ he is a very hard worker, and basically is at his shop all day everyday, and he talks to every customer and employee constantly! no one ever goes missed by him. ♡ duri makes everyone feel pretty and loved, its no surprise when he has gained another friend or fan, honestly, because he just makes you feel special! ♡ some people do think he’s a little annoying though, sometimes even consider him to be fake because no one actually believes everyone is special, right? ♡ and its kinda true. duri just thinks he can make everyone seem special ♡ duri is bisexual, so welcome to all options for kisses, but beware, he’s very into himself ♡ duri lives near by his shop in starden! and walks everywhere with little jwi

PLOT IDEAS !

♡ customers ! employees! gimmie all of it ♡ neighbors, who lives close by? perhaps you’ve had to borrow milk or eggs! ♡ past friendships or relationships, ones from when they were younger on the islands mayhapsies ♡ a current closest friend! ♡ possible relationships like hookups or dates? ♡ i dont know, i’ll fill out a more indepth plot page soon, promise! but those are just some ideas off the top of me head!

GET TO KNOW THE MUN !

♡ my name is sae ♡ am 21 ! ♡ i go by they/them and she/her occasionally ♡ i live in texas and therefore my timezone is cst ! ♡ i’ve been roleplaying since like 2011 fygh ♡ i prefer to use discord or twitter for plotting because ims are always hard for me, so i’ll have those below ♡ discord: ( sae#0048 ) and twt: ( MLMJJK ) ♡ dont be shy about messaging me on any platform though! i love talking but i can be shy nwn

#super duper mobile so sorry if im slow or etc #but HELLO!!! #starden:intro

[surpirate]

star that i’ve had designed for like 2 years now but never rlly posted about. this is reion, and they are the oldest star still living in the starden. i think i based them off of protozoa.

#surpiart #ocs #reion #the starden #they can choose what they look like and 1 hand is more defined than the other to demonstrate the Range a little bit #yea they sleep in a pile like that. slimetime. #jorts

[starspunsouls]

heres the comic that was going to be the beginning of a starden ask blog, a few months ago. i never did post the full thing, so here u go!

#the starden #iosia #iosia is based very heavily on my littlest brother so this comic is basically a recreation of the games he plays w his legos #but with Fish instead of stormtroopers ahsgsg