#Starstruck oc

[angelbitezzz]

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It was quiet now. Just the sounds of her peaceful breathing and the ambient rustling of the wind through the pine trees outside. The TV was muted, only on to give some light if the human was to wake up. Not that she was likely to—healing was an exhausting process, and apparently even more so to beings made of physical matter.

Sans leaned against the wall next to the television, arms crossed over his chest. He hadn't moved in...oh, if he had to say, maybe 3 hours? He'd parked himself there once Asgore had deemed her no longer at risk of dusting—no, wait. Humans didn't do that, did they?

He was learning a lot about humans today.

For one—the blood.

Comics didn't do it justice. Most of what washed up down here was kid stuff, tagged with that old "Approved by the Comics Code Authority" nonsense that he was beginning to suspect was just straight up censorship. Of course on a factual level he'd known that humans had blood; he wasn't stupid, he'd skimmed waterlogged science textbooks with interest.

Did you know that humans have nearly five liters of blood in them? If they lose about 40% of that, they're dead. That's about 2 liters, give or take. It's so little blood. Just 3 liters makes a gallon. Humans were walking around with just above a gallon of blood inside them, sloshing all over the place.

It's heavy, too. Well—humans were heavy in a way that most monsters couldn't be. They were just stuff, collected together in a bag of skin and liquids. Angel weight approximately 150 pounds, if he had to guess. Limp, it felt like more.

His hands tightened on his arms, bones digging into soft fabric. Dried blood flaked off a dark stain along his chest and right arm, just where his left hand rested. It was uncomfortable. He didn't move his hand.

Could Sans even describe that unique, awful, stomach-churning feeling of sheer nausea at the memory of feeling it seep into his clothes? His mind went back to the first drop, that single, perfect, ruby red drop that'd plopped down onto his white glove and soaked into it. Like a blooming rose.

He felt a fullbody shiver pass through him, rattling in the air softly, too quiet to disturb her rest.

...Why couldn't he stop focusing on it?

His gloves were in the trash now. He couldn't bring himself to take off the jacket, though, regardless of the blood dried on the fabric.

Blood was dark when the cells within died. Brown didn't go well with blue. He really should go wash it. But then, the blood hadn't washed off the gloves. So where did that leave him?

Pupils tracked where the drop had fallen from, sliding up along a tree trunk until it landed on the dark figure overhead, hung over a particularly thick branch. A hand hung down, fresh red drip drip dripping. The faint purple glow of her headset was the only reason he even realized who it was, as hidden in the leaves as she was.

It was a blur. He reacted without even really thinking of it, reaching up and grabbing onto her soul with his magic, pulling her down almost too harshly. It prompted a breathless whine of pain from the nearly unconscious human, his brother gasping next to him as she slumped down into Sans's waiting arms.

"SHE'S...IS SHE...?"

Home again, no time to speculate. Her HP was low. It was dropping. He CHECKED and found it steadily beeping down, sending electric panic down his spine. More blurs. Pawing at purple clothes, assessing the damage, an awful wound that would've made him lose his lunch if he'd had the stomach to do so. The smell strong and iron, mixed with the fragrant perfume of the trees she'd been caught in. Bandaging her with Papyrus's help, watching in despair as she bled through and began steadily staining an old shirt of his, a bead of blood sliding down the side of her face from her nose and swiftly drying, sticky red on brown skin still dark from the sun. Fuck. Fuck.

Nauseated, he flicked his gaze back to her face on the couch. She was sleeping peacefully. Her features were soft and relaxed, open, no pain present. Not like earlier, when she'd been unconscious and clearly in so much pain that she couldn't help but react even while down for the count, crying and moaning while they'd tried to fix her up. The flickering TV cast ghoulish blue light on her face, an arm slipping out of the blankets and flopping limp downward.

He needed to know more. More about human bodies. He needed to make sure this couldn't happen again. He'd half a mind to wake her up and force her to quit their endeavor altogether, if not for Asgore's insistence that she gets rest.

Was her chest rising with her breath? Was it?

Struck with a sudden, uncharacteristic paranoia, he pushed off from the wall and approached on silent feet. He reached and pressed a hand to her chest over the blanket.

A steady rise and fall. The vibrations softly reverberated through his bones, easing the tension that had coiled in his shoulders. He felt stupid. He kneeled and gently took her fallen arm, raising it to tuck it into the blanket again only to stop, digits still pressed against her wrist.

"her heart," he thinks. "of course."

A soft flutter beat against his fingertips. Like he'd caught a butterfly in his hands. But this...was in her arm, or rather, her wrist. Small, insistent. Steady. Warm.

Sans really should tuck her arm back under the blanket. He should. He doesn't. He raised it somewhat and adjusted his grip, tilting his head as he focused on that feeling. He shut his eyesockets, letting the rhythm drum against his fingers and beat the fear out of his body. He'd never actually touched her skin before, had he? Always wearing those gloves. In his panic, earlier, he'd never registered how warm she was. The warm pulse of her heart was all he could focus on now.

"It's okay. I'm okay."

Her words earlier had been so insistent. She'd been so concerned about Papyrus's reaction to her near death that she's jumped to soothing him rather than focus on her own injury. Was it that she knew her magic would hold out? Or had it only been for his brother's benefit?

He wondered how often she'd had to try and push away the pain to reassure someone else.

He put her arm back under the covers and adjusted her make-shift pillow, the blue cape folded in on itself until it resembled the bed-sheet it used to be. Then he stood and stepped away, his body disappearing into the shadows before she could stir at the disturbance.

She would be fine.

[starflungwaddledee]

running a little late, but someone's finally arriving at the @kirbyoctournament !

sent in to the tourney by her well meaning friends, starstruck is a Totally Normal adult waddle dee from king dedede's kingdom of dream land! she's here to try and meet new people, and maaaybe get out of her anxious shell a little bit!

equipped with her customary cheerful attitude, she's also sporting a brand new backpack full of lovingly packed goodies to help her through the event.

if you'd like to get to know her a little better, you can check out her tag on my blog, or these three important comics from previously! lastly, you can find the masterpost for her interactive tournament adventure here! this is an ongoing chronological story (separate to her canon story, but referencing it) that will last for as long as she's in the tournament!

a few notes for any interactions

🌸 despite being a waddle dee, other waddle dees typically don't like being around her, and folks who already know what a waddle dee should be like also tend to get a weird vibe off her. 🌸 she is quite friendly and approachable, but prone to extreme anxiety if she perceives she might have done something wrong or inappropriate. tiny wanya takes criticism the way a handful of hay takes a flame. 🌸 if you have wings and you take her flying she'll never leave your side. she's only palm sized, so if you are big and have wings or can fly, please pick her up and go flying with her please please pleeaase she wants to go go flying and fawn over your wings so so bad 🌸 for the purposes of the tourney, which by merit of its existence is something of an au timeline, consider this event to completely predate her ability to summon these.

[heyitsphoenixx]

happy halloween !!! have some of my creepy/eerie art bc I do love drawing in that vibe.

check out more of my art (and my kofi and commission post and more) here!

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

Sir Meteor and another falling star: Starstruck Dee!!

This was technically an art fight attack i made in july on @starflungwaddledee, but i thought now was the perfect time to post it! Sir Meteor and Starstruck Dee have a lot in common in being perfectly normal members of their species and falling from a star. I think that they would get comfort from knowing they arent alone in their unusual circumstance.

Starstruck is currently in the OC Tournament as a finalist, and im humbly asking for you to vote for her here :D

[kirbyoctournament]

✦ GRAND FINALS ✦ Valfrey VS starstruck dee

⭒FOR THE SUN⭒ >>>✧ VOTE HERE ✧<<<

polls close 9AM (CST) 28th of October and results will be posted on the 29th. to learn why we are no longer polling on tumblr, read our information post here.

[xeebs]

having a valentine <<<< designing valentine’s day themed outfits for ur ocs 🫣💝

[das-a-kirby-blog]

what is blud yapping about

(based on @starflungwaddledee 's comic here.)

[gethoce]

The finalists of the @kirbyoctournament meet at last! ... And Sir Uther is there too!!

Starstruck Waddle Dee @starflungwaddledee Noir Fontaine @desultory-novice Rope MF @mint-termsandconditions Sir Uther @quanblovk The 4th and 5th image were drawn by QuanBlovk and the composition for the 2nd! The idea of Uther slipping Valfrey's grasp and him meeting the Rope Angel also were his! I added the idea of Starstruck being the cause and Noir following Valfrey into the Underworld.

[desultory-novice]

THE FINALS

TWO Perfectly Normal (!) Waddle Dees, the Adjudicator of Souls, and a Thrice-Deceased Teen Swordsman walk into a bar...

[Vote in starstruck dee VS Valfrey] [Vote in Noir Fontaine VS Rope MF] :puppy eyes:

(There are no official "teams" going into the finals but that wasn't going to stop Dess from making up funny team names + banners for everyone!)

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This was all inspired by a brief exchange where I was laughing about the crazy difference in vibes that Noir and Rope MF have, when Starflung noted that it WAS a quirky batch of finalists, with starstruck and Rope MF being very (VERY) normal Waddle Dees while Noir and Valfrey were not without their own similarities...!

It was funny to me she listed those two, as I had been thinking about how Noir and starstruck had traveled together as a pair, opposite Valfrey and Rope MF, who teamed up to drag Uther to hell.

And that made me giggle to imagine (a) starstruck dee getting all this way traveling in Noir's scarf only for her to leave him for Rope MF and his many charming Rope Facts while Noir is left stumbling, trying and failing to find common ground with Valfrey!

[BONUS] Full Logos! (Feel free to use them in reblogs, propaganda, and such!)

(Starstruck and Noir)

(Starstruck and Rope MF) (I'm sorry, sizing issues meant this one turned out all crumbly ; _ ; )

(Valfrey and Rope MF)

(Valfrey and Noir)

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starstruck dee @starflungwaddledee Valfrey @gethoce Rope MF @mint-termsandconditions Noir @desultory-novice (that's me!)

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@kirbyoctournament

[quanblovk]

hi there Sir Uther!

i heard people haven't been the most supportive of your Tournament Adventures! i'd like to pop this little pink waddle dee into your inbox. she's perfectly happy to be your cheerleader and- though she's not the brightest hammer in the toolbox- she's quite easy to impress and charm! 🌹🎀

Sir Uther: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

[nokk0]

Propaganda part 2

Yeah, there is a part 1

This take more time no because of the amount... i hope u guys vote for all the sillies that are here!!! They all are such great OCs that deserve the best! Give them the opportunity they need... Please 🥺

@kirbyoctournament

And here the creators of all these little ones (i'm definitely not HIPERFIXATED by them, ejejejeje...)

Dolos: @nightcovefox

Galaxia: @centellazul

Dotty: @cauliarty

Wolfbell: @zombiecicada

Jade: @turquoisetuber

Valfrey: @gethoce

Fylass: @george228732

Gizmo: @kid-of-chaos

Starstruck Dee: @starflungwaddledee

Mapobas... Long name: @sacrificecage

Noir Fontaine: @desultory-novice

[angelbitezzz]

Not really an update but I thought you guys would find this funny

:) (some more writing under the cut)

"She's stable now, and I've restored her to full HP. However, healing takes a toll on all creatures. She is going to need to rest—no matter how fine she acts when she wakes, tell her that I said to stay in bed for at least a day."

Asgore spoke softly to the skeletons in the room, hand resting on Angel's forehead. Her pained expression was smoothed over, replaced by abject relief, her eyes just barely open. They were still glowing that bright purple, but duller now, clearly having given up on forcing her HP to halt now that Asgore was there.

"Humans get especially fatigued when healing. It takes a lot of energy, even supplemented with my magic."

"WOWIE! THAT SOUNDS TERRIBLE."

Asgore merely chuckled, raising a claw to his mouth to remind Papyrus to stay quiet. The skeleton shut his jaw with an audible snap, looking a little guilty though his eye sockets glowed a bright green in relief.

"Thank you for calling on me for this—she was in an incredibly precarious position. Her HP was—"

"low. too low. she shouldn't have survived that."

Sans interjected, off to the side with his arms crossed. His expression was tight, permanent grin just a little strained despite the relief showing clear in his eyesockets.

"...that was magic, right?"

Asgore shut his mouth and looked down at her again, her eyes blearily focused on some distant point. Still glowing.

"...Yes. I never would've imagined a mage falling in all this time..."

"so what do we do?"

Asgore thought hard, eyes trailing to the nearby window.

"... I'm sure you're aware of how rare purple magic tends to be. I'm afraid I cannot do anything about helping her control it, beyond what any monster would teach a child. Perhaps seeking out someone who can may be beneficial—so she does not...show it off in public."

There was a mutual look of understanding among the small group. Bad enough that another human had fallen down here—a human mage would likely incite fear and backlash from everyone who didn't know her personally. The residents of the Starlight Isles (and Ruined Home, perhaps) might be understanding, given how popular she'd gotten as Starstruck...but the rest of the underground? It wasn't worth the risk.

Asgore bid them adieu, only stopping to brush a few strands of hair off of Angel's forehead before he made his choice to walk home. Papyrus prepared to sit and stare at Angel, but Sans cut him off before he could. Even if the taller skeleton wouldn't admit it, the last few stressed hours had taken their toll on him.

"i'll keep watch, bro. go get some sleep. you're dead on your feet."

"NO I'M NOT—WAIT, THAT WAS A JOKE, WASN'T IT?!"

"to-marrow is another day. go rest. or you'll have to listen to more of these—"

"BYE!"

Papyrus zipped up to his room before Sans could hit him with the rest of the joke, bypassing the stairs entirely and simply vaulting the balcony above, landing with cat-like grace with nary a whisper. His door would've ordinarily slammed, but apparently he was still conscious enough of Asgore's reminder to stay quiet that it instead painstakingly slid shut.

Sans turned back towards the human on the couch, noting that her eyes had finally shut. Her head lay flat on the cushions, a blanket of Papyrus's tossed over her form. Something about the scene nagged him, and he shifted from foot to foot before glancing back up the stairs to Papyrus's shut door. He raised his hands and slipped his cape off his neck, messily bundling the blue fabric up before kneeling in front of the human, one hand taking her shoulder (CAREFUL, his thoughts screamed, remembering the injury even though it technically no longer existed) to tug her forward.

"Huh...?"

She sounded rough, her eyes blinking open at the movement to stare at him with a somewhat comical expression of annoyance.

"lift your head."

She did as told, the skeleton swiftly tucking the make-shift pillow under it and patting her shoulder back down.

"get some rest."

"...'kayyy..."

He turned and walked to the television, switching it on. Then he went to the lightswitch and shut off the main house lights, casting the room into darkness. It was almost dark enough for him to pretend not to see how she turned her face into the fabric of the cape, a dopey smile settling onto her expression as she nuzzled into it.

[starflungwaddledee]

i wanted to do a piece to commemorate all the amazing waddle dees who entered the @kirbyoctournament this year! as starstruck is the last dee standing in the mainline tourney, that's a big legacy to carry, but she's doing her best...!

if you want to help her keep fighting the fight for the Humble Waddle Dee against all these super cool knights, dark matters, gods, and ancients, you can vote for starstruck here!

additionally with the first round of second chance voting now open, all these dee's are back for more, and you can give them your vote in the second chance bracket!! sadly a few of them are up against each other, but from top to bottom, here are links to vote for your favourites!

galaxia // ideena // pip // fondue // starry // mimi // daisy // rainbow // wadhat // wridee // stellar // rope mf // keyper // seam // lemon // flower // and of course starstruck being squished to within an inch of her life there 😂

character credits, from top to bottom!

galaxia @centellazul // ideena @tazmilygray // pip @emmyp0ps // fondue @moonmacabre01 // starry @staring-at-a-blank-pagee // mimi @clownie-rainbow // daisy @starrygoober // rainbow @cali-kabi // wadhat @iwontusethis255 // wridee @mxmanynames // stellar @drawscutestuff // rope mf @mint-termsandconditions // keyper @bloodiegawz // seam @cloud-the-forgotten // lemon @snazzyladreal // flower @eliastheownerof0axolotls

i hope you all enjoy it!! best of luck to everyone and their wanyas in the tourney and second chance!! 💖🙏

[moonverc3x]

posting a wwhooollleeee bunch of Ship art for these polya idiots 😂 theres even some artwork of @starflungwaddledee's Galacta here!! oouhhh big pretty man who I want to crush me 😳🙏

if youd like to see more of these Poly Idiots in the future, you can vote for J here and starstruck here! @kirbyoctournament

[midnights-rebloops]

Some doodles I diddd

Tagging 😁

Starstruck Dee belongs to @starflungwaddledee

Prisma Knight belongs to @startistdoodles

Nebula Knight belongs to @miniiieevee

Fecto Flora belongs to @ceoofmetagala

(Fecto Flora is the last one, I didn't realise I didn't leave space to write his name 😔)

[kirbyoctournament]

ROUND FIVE: Parhelion Knight VS starstruck dee