#starlight originals

[kellystar321]

THE MAP IS OUT!! Here's my individual part for it, along with my credit image! I'm so happy to have been able to work with such cool collaborators on this project, this was so fun! :D <33

WIP and fun facts below the cut!

First pass of my part!

General Notes: - All of us had a cut-off frame so Sammy (our MAP host!) had space to transition shots! the stick in my cut-off is my oc Lixy <3 - As always, I don't have an actual animation program. Each frame of this was individually drawn in Clip Studio, saved as PNGs, and meticulously arranged in a video editing software. it took a while and a headache. the software crashed 4 times hdkjh </3 - The process was sketching, lining, then compiling it all together! Line art took the most time (because i don't like lineart hkjdh) - Fun fact, all of the sketches (seen in the wip above) were all drawn on my first plane ride ever :> <3 - The background is Alan's animation program that I took from a screenshot from AVA 6 :> I didn't want to do anything too complex for it ;w; <3 - All of the slide transitions were done manually! It may look like tweening, but I don't have a program that can do tweening lmao :'> <3 Each of the slidings was individually 3-6 frames of moving them across the frame, a single frame of stretch for movement, then a settling frame before the next stick slid in. - Green is doing air guitar as they slide in :3 <3 - My Blue design has a hat that can magically change into a Witch hat (when potion making), Chef hat (when cooking) or Sunhat (when gardening <33 - Purple looks nervous after he crashes into everyone, like they're expecting to be in trouble, but smiles and laughs when everyone else does. You can see Blue with their hands up, reassuring Purple. - Originally Yellow didn't move as much in the final laugh scene, but I saw the first frame of the person after me (@/sleptonce!) which had Yellow in a little crouch :> i adjusted Yellow to match the next frame a little better! - Also Yellow's hair is flipped from the way I usually draw it because I felt it worked better this way hgkjh <3 - (I totally didn't forget my Second's design has green eyes and had to edit those frames very quickly hfkjh <33) - The only colors that aren't the stick's original colors are when Blue's hat falls on Purple, and Red's yellow bandana <3 (These are also the only movement animation in the blinking sequence!) - Adding Alan's cursor was a literal last minute decision, he was never in any of the sketches, I literally added him in 15 minutes before submitting my part hgkjh <33 I think after my shot, Alan helps gently pick them up <3 - My suit in the credits is mostly red and orange, because my favorite sticks are Red and Second! <3 The rainbow cape reflects how I enjoy the color gang the most though hkjdh <33

Thanks for reading!! :D <33

[bixels]

fine, me too.

[chaotic-starlight24]

Darry can tell who walked into the house depending on the sound of the door. Every member of the gang has an entrance that can be very easily missed.

Dally slams the door open and doesn't bother to close it behind him.

Steve opens the door and then slams it behind him, then goes to bother whoever is closest.

Johnny is almost always following someone so if the door stays open a bit longer and is quietly shut then Johnny has followed them in.

Two-Bit is similar to Steve except he dusts off his shoes. His mama always gets onto him tracking dirt so it's a habit.

Ponyboy quietly opens the door and shuts it behind him and usually calls out a I'm home. Or he's completely quiet except for the fact he stomps without realizing it.

Sodapop is almost always excited when he gets home so he accidentally slams the door into the wall and apologizes. He also usually announces he's home.

Darry just wishes they would stop slamming the door, it hurts the door and he's not exactly itching to fix the hinges.

[calocera]

original

[williammarksommer]

Starlight Donuts

Untitled California series

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

[head---ache]

Surprise!! This is what I wanted to do with your fankids tehee Interdimensional siblings‼️‼️‼️

I might still do something with the other kids you guys offered because honestly I was holding myself back from adding more of them in this piece NAKDNWKDJW but for now this is it!!!

From left to right:

@ubtendo 's Symbol.

Emmie by me lol

@itz-pandora 's Spitfire.

@sapphanimates ' Sasha.

@yourpalsalamander 's Silas/Rush.

@shadows-coffeebeans ' Starlight.

@galacticghoste 's Peirce.

[tabooi]

i call this one "literally what was going on with the second us tour"

[the-force-awakens]

#appreciation post for poe's very pretty eyes (▰˘◡˘▰)

[rhymingtherapy]

background waves of filtered blue flood captive oceans with ambient light stranded by starlight spectres skittering silver—framed by muted silhouettes a see-food buffet serves round eyes & gaping mouths on both sides of the glass

RhymingTherapy—June 2024 (my photo “Dundees” Cairns Aquarium restaurant)

[colorful-horses]

it’s kind of out of nowhere, but i just got recommended video where someone sculpts a trixie x starlight figure based on your fanart of them! (i knew the artstyle was familiar lolol) Wanted to share just in case!

https://youtu.be/5806qsImVpE?si=aq2vInGyWdkej_G9

Aaaaa that's so cool! I knew the person had made a sculpture based on my art (Shuxer59 is their twitter account, theyre super talented), but I had no idea they made a process video for it! Super fun to watch the making of it :D

Attached some photos of the final sculpture too, it's so sick. Seriously, look at how cool this thing looks:

[kellystar321]

i dont remember how to use this tumblr anymore

[bella-goths-wife]

Post sex conversation and assassinations on the side

Content: this is kind of just an introduction to the new au im creating basically

Warnings: mentions of sex, cigarettes, murder, drug overdose, terrible plot building, murder in exchange for money, drug use, alcohol use, gore

^first time making one of these so tell me if it’s trash

Butcher and Becca both let out a long sigh of relief as they enter an embrace and enjoy their post sex glow, laying together in the back of the truck that butcher had used to sneak out and meet her in.

He holds her lovingly as he gazed down at the woman he had thought to dead for so long, memorising the details of her face that had previously become blurry in his mind during her absence. Though, this lovers bliss he was temporarily experiencing was forever dulled by the knowledge that she’d have to return to her glorified cage and he would have to return to his hideout to avoid having her killed by homelander and his happy families delusions.

Butcher goes into his pocket and takes out his cigarettes before lighting one and taking a drag, becca looks at him with a disapproving gaze before taking it from his hand and puffing out the smoke in his face in an almost playful gesture. Butcher only smiles, falling into their old post sex routines already.

“I still can’t believe that you were here all this time” butcher says in a low, almost regretful tone “all by yourself”

“I wasn’t all alone” becca comments with an absent mind as she enjoys the heat of laying with her lover.

“Well yeah, you had the kid an’ all” butcher says with a slight scoff at the mention of homelanders spawn “but you can’t have much conversation with a bawling baby”

“No, there were more people than just Ryan and I” Becca explains calmly as she looks up at her lover

“There were?” Butcher says with a confused look “who?”

“Homelander has more than just Ryan” Becca explains “he had another kid”

“There’s more in there?” Butcher asks with a scoff as his head motions to the secluded neighbourhood that becca was being kept in

“Not anymore” Becca says with a shake of her head

“What happened?” Butcher asks with a slight bit of morbid curiosity

“I don’t know” Becca admits with a sigh “one day they were here, the next they’d gone and vought refused to explain”

“Who’s they?” Butcher asks curiously

“Never met the mom, she mostly stayed inside so I only saw her from her windows” Becca explains “but I met her kid, a sweet little girl who’d visit me most days”

“Homelanders kid being sweet?” Butcher asks with a scoff of disbelief

Becca elbows him in the side at the indirect insult to Ryan, butcher lets out a groan and shields himself from any future blows.

“Yes, she wasn’t like her dad, she didn’t even know who he was” becca says with a scoff “she was just a hyper little girl who wanted company, she was the only one I really talked too since Ryan was only a baby and her mother never left the house”

“How old was she?” Butcher asks curiously as he takes a drag from his cigarette

“She was eight when Ryan was born, she would have been around nineteen by now” Becca says as she does the math in her head

“Would’ve been?” Butcher picks up on the undertone of her words

“Last time I saw her she was thirteen, her and her mother just disappeared into thin air” becca says with a sigh “all their stuff gone and no trace of them ever existing”

“So you think vought killed them?” Butcher assumes with a scoff

“I don’t know, maybe?” Becca says with an unsure tone “I hope not”

“Why, she’s not your kid?” Butcher says with a confused expression “and she’s homelanders daughter”

“That doesn’t matter, she was just a kid” Becca states defensively before sighing “sometimes I just sit and wonder where she could be, if she’s safe and happy or if she’s buried somewhere here”

“Vought probably killed her” butcher states bluntly “that or they are milking her for whatever she had in a lab somewhere”

“Maybe” becca says with an unsure look “I just wonder where she is now”

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“Your whiskey, sir” you offer the man with a smile as you place his drink on the coaster next to him

“Yeah, yeah” the man waves you off and takes a sip of his drink before turning back to his associates “Mike, you have to think about this, this is a big deal”

You keep your forced smile on as you return to your position next to the miniature bar set up in the hotels meeting room, holding your tongue and all the things you wanted to scream at this up his own ass executive.

“I’m hearing you joe, but it’s too much of a risk” the other executive states with a scoff

“But think of the money, we could profit if we just let homelander run off the script a bit” the man tries to reason

“And have him spout off a racist comment within the first five seconds of being on live TV? Yeah no thanks” the other executive shuts down the idea.

Their tedious conversation is interrupted suddenly by the loud blaring of the hotels fire alarm. They look at each other in shock briefly before spouting off complaints on the lack of professionalism.

The other executive tries to get up and unlock the door before quickly realising it’s locked from the inside.

“Give us your damn key” he demands with a scoff and an open palm, his irritation only growing as the hotels sprinkler system activates because of the fire alarm.

You simply shake your head and remain still as a statue next to the miniature bar. The executive practically growls as he begins charging towards you with an infuriated expression.

“Listen here, you little bitch” the executive yells out as he storms towards you “give me the fucking key, now-“

He’s interrupted by his own gurgling as his head slowly slips off of his shoulders and on to the floor and his body collapses. Your custom made metal bartending tray with razor sharp edges has embedded itself in the wall in the other side of the room on its journey through the executives throat.

The man lets out a scream as he looks at his friends now headless body before scrambling for the door and trying his hardest to yank it open.

“God, you people don’t know how to ask nicely for anything huh?” You say with a chuckle as you undo the bow tie and rolling up the sleeves of your bartending uniform, you scoff when you notice the man’s attempts to open the door “no point in doing that, even if you somehow managed to open it, you’d face two of my men who have been standing guard since we got in here”

The man stares at the door as he contemplates his options before he backs away from the door and arms himself with a cheese knife from the cheese board and stares at you. You almost chuckle at his sad attempts at self defence.

The man looks at you before arming himself with the knife and charging at you with the intent to kill you to escape.

You smirk as you make eye contact with the man while he’s charging at you, your pupils expanding to almost fill the entire eye.

The man stops suddenly and stands there in silence for a few tense seconds before dropping the knife and gripping his throat desperately, clawing at it like a feral cat.

Sweat accumulates on the man’s body as he feels it harder to breath and his body begins to fill with pains extending from his chest.

“They always go for the attack approach” you comment to yourself with a laugh as you go to the door to unlock it and let the other men enter

They give you a nod as they go to take the headless man’s body away, the man crawling desperately to them in a silent cry for help.

“They aren’t on your side, stupid” you say with a laugh as you crouch in front of him “they get the same payout as me, it’s unlikely they’ll give that up to help a fat slob like you”

The man claws at his chest before looking at the drink you handed him earlier. He then tries jamming his fat fingers down his throat

“What are you doing?” You ask confused before following his line of site and laughing “you think i poisoned you? Please, I’m not that sloppy”

You let out a laugh as you sit cross legged in front of the desperately dying man who looks at you with a mix of fear and confusion.

“Your overdosing” you say calmly as you grab his hair and lift up his head and look into his wild eyes “slowly and painfully”

The man lets out gurgled sounds of pain and confusion as he claws at your legs as if asking for mercy.

“Now we both know a good Christian man like yourself doesn’t do drugs, that’s the message you spread to the press anyway” you say with a smirk “so let me explain, I’m currently giving you the effects of cocaine which would usually be a pleasant experience but I’m making sure you get the effects of too much cocaine”

The men who had removed the body come back in and began to set the scene in the hotel meeting room, trashing things and laying out lines of coke on the table and around the room.

“I could have chosen a more pleasant drug to do this with, a less painful one” you explain with a chuckle “but you pissed off the wrong people and our client has asked that we do this as painfully and humiliating as possible”

You get up and you get a small bit of coke on your fingertips. You grip the man’s jaw until his mouth opens and you let out a huff of disgust as you put your fingers in his mouth and you spread the cocaine on his gums to leave physical residue for the post mortuary exam to uncover and the press to exploit and use.

“This isn’t gonna look good for you, a good Christian man found overdosed on coke” you say with a grin “what will the wife think?”

The man’s eyes well up with tears as he sobs out in pain. You laugh with a grin as you get up and use your heel to tip him on his back.

“Sugar” one of your friends call as he finishes dressing the room for the press pictures “we only have five minutes to leave before the supes get here, hurry up and finish it”

You sigh before giving a thumbs up to your two friends who were becoming increasingly more anxious as the time goes on, you think about making them experience the effects of a Xanax to get them to chill out but you decide against it with a shake of your head.

“Well then, guess our time has ended here” you say with a grin as you look down at the dying man “Edgar sends his regards, don’t piss off people with connections like he has if you want to stay alive next time”

You increase the dosage mentally as your eyes connect which pushes him over the edge and the life slowly drains from his eyes.

“Sugar” your friend yells again as you go over to where your tray had embedded itself in the wall “two minutes, hurry the fuck up”

“One sec” you say with a huff as you grab the tray and pull it free from the wall.

You pull the tray free with a groan before cleaning the blood from it. It shines as you hold it up to your face and you stare into your own eyes while you recite the chemical makeup for the cocaine and the dosage in your head, you watch as your pupils dilate to the large size again before feeling the familiar sensation of energisation fill your body pleasantly.

“Okay, ready” you say with a excited grin as you grab your friends hands and begin to run out the room “let’s get out of here”

You and your friends leave quickly and run free, leaving behind the slumped over dead body of the executive who had been making challenging decisions within vought.

You hoped Mr Edgar would be happy enough with your job to leave a hefty tip.

This is probably super stupid but I’ve had the idea for this kinda of power for ages and I just needed to write it down.

Let me know what you think :)

[chaotic-starlight24]

Dallas really liked taking photos

While he was roaming the US he ran an errand for this guy at a nicer store and in return the man gave him an older but still nice camera. At first he was like "What the heck man?! Why would I need this?!" But he started making good use of it. When he wasn't stressed about where to go next, he found the most scenic places and snapped a picture. Something about it was cool to him. Being able to find a moment in time that he could freeze forever. He started finding places to get them developed and stuffing them in an old notebook. (How he managed to pay for it or swindle the store is up to you)

When he made it to Tulsa he took a lot less photos. It wasn't exactly a pretty place and he didn't have much use for photos of the streets. But once he became a part of the gang, that changed. In particularly interesting moments he would quietly snap a picture and get them developed if he could (Things like Soda and Steve having gymnastics competitions, Two-Bit trying to hang on the ceiling fan, etc) The gang eventually found out and encouraged him. At first he kept pulling the "Well I have it, might as well make use of it." card whenever Soda or Johnny would ask about it. If Mr. Curtis said something about a career in photography, Dally would brush him off and say something like "It'd just be a waste of money, I'm no good at it anyway."

Then for his 15th birthday, the gang all got him smaller gifts. This was because altogether (With the help of the Curtis parents) they got him a bigger, main gift. Dallas had never celebrated his birthday before or ever gotten gifts so he was kind of confused at first. Then they revealed it to him. A brand new camera and a case to come with it. He thanked them for it and though he didn't show it to them, he was ecstatic. The first photo he took was to test it out and was of the gang and the Curtis parents all in the living room together. It's one of his favorites.

All the photos have 3 things. The date it was taken, his initials, and a little note about them. The notes range from just simple titles to "After this, Steve almost slipped off the roof and Soda fell into a tree."

He has 2 different albums now. One smaller one compiled of nature and stuff when he was traveling around. And a really thick one full of photos of the gang and things he found interesting. After he died, they were both moved to the Curtis house. They all flip through it whenever they miss Dally and Johnny.

[gutsofgold]

“let’s boogie!!”

[eternalstarlitwonderland]

The Sylph Of The Starlight

As the clock strikes midnight, the enchanting hour of starlight begins

The dancefloor is bathed in a delicate glimmer, emanating from the diamond-coated chandeliers above

The chamber is adorned with a subtle, silvery glitter

The smooth marble floor echoes with the rhythmic clicking of high heels, the constant cadence shatters the silence

The starlight cascaded down onto a stunning, statuesque figure gracing the scene

The stellar effulgence canticle provides the background music for this extravagant ballet performance

She assumes a graceful balletic pose as if frozen in time

With a silvery flourish, her evening attire transitions to a sparkly silvery-white balletic ensemble

She elegantly executes a series of arabesques and exquisitely performed pirouettes around the pavilion, each movement as mesmerizing as the next

As the starlit hour unfolds, the stars crooned delicately with a silvery flicker

She danced the night away and continued to enchant the audience with her exquisite, sylphlike movements,

She moves with an almost otherworldly lightness and grace, exuding an ethereal aura of the belle of the starlight, leaving everyone in rapturous admiration

The starlight assists her through the performance with its brightness, the stars illuminating her path with a gentle brilliance that dances in the darkness, the soft gleam bathes her in a silvery radiance, accompanying her steps with a warmth that envelops her forward through the serene stillness of the night

The ethereal sylph has ascended to her pinnacle, where the crescendo of the night reaches its most exhilarating height

Effortlessly embodying grace as the climax reaches its fullest intensity, unfolds in all its brilliant glory

With graceful movements reminiscent of a lively frisk, She dances with spirited opulence, her movements a flurry of joyful allégros and twirls gracefully among the celestial bodies, a delicate interplay of light and shadow

Her brilliance radiates like the finest diamonds against the vast, inky canvas of the night sky

Her figure gradually diminishes, mirroring the soft dimming of the brilliant glitter that surrounds her, her presence a fleeting whisper of light, shimmering like a distant comet

As the enchanting starlit hour gently begins to wane into the soft embrace of dawn,

merging softly with the gentle twilight and retreating into the cosmic backdrop, drawing the celestial performance toward its bittersweet conclusion

[wetcatschwartzy]

pov dinah’s out on a date w gb