#star does requests

[cloudstarcats]

hi! ♡♡♡ this scenario is a bit complicated, so... sorry beforehand 😅 so, let's say fem!reader goes on a mission with the famous kamaboko trio, but they all get dangerously hurt, but the three boy's condition is nothing compared to reader due to her stepping in the way of a lethal attack. she's in absolute agony. cracked ribs, several stab wounds, severe poisoning, broken ankle, burst eardrums, internal bleeding, and she's also temporarily and partially blind. even so, shes SO worried. normally shes the calm one. the quiet one. but now, shes a yelling mess. yelling at the kakushi strapping her down on a bed in lady shinobu's estate. shes frantically asking if the three boys are okay, trying to hit the medics and lady shinobu herself. they try to sedate her so she'll calm down, and it's working, but not for long. she wakes up due to the unbearable pain, and shes sweating profusely. trying to get out of the restraints, shes panicking. so what I'm asking for is, how would the tree injured boys react to the ruckus in the room shes in? would they try to help? what would they think about the situation. once she's recovered enough to receive visitors, and eat on her own, what would the three boys tell her? would they tell her anything? would they leave her to be on her own?

Oooo this is an interesting idea. lets see...

Zenitsu

Honestly, he's panicking too. You're a strong fighter, but that attack was awful and the demon that landed it was terrifying. He only just woke up after passing out, and you're bleeding everywhere! He doesn't know what to do, you won't stop screaming and the entire situation makes him start to panic because seeing you hurt makes him upset he couldn't do more to protect you.

When you all get back to the estate, he can't stand the sound of your cries. He curls up in his bed, trying to block the sound out. It's not because he's angry with you, rather hearing you cry and scream fills his chest up with worry and fear. He does try to get up and help you, but he hesitates because he knows he isn't useful. A part of him feels so useless for not being able to protect you, instead he passed out and you got hurt. (he doesn't know what while out he did quite the damage himself, and maybe if he did, he wouldn't feel so much like he had failed you.)

When you're finally well enough to see people, he's nervous to be there at first, after all, you were bleeding so much, what if he hurts you again- but when he learns he can help you out by running around and grabbing stuff you need, helping you eat, entertaining you, he's more then happy to. He's still a little guilty about it, and silently promises to grow stronger so nothing like this happens again. He's seen a lot of blood and death, but seeing it happen to you? While he was right there? It hits a little differently. The staff see him as a bit of a nuisance with how much he's fluttering around you, but he doesn't care as long as he can help out.

Tanjiro

Out of all of the squad, he's the one who manages to stay the calmest when you first get hurt. He's seen a lot of bad stuff, and while he's horribly upset that you were right there and he couldn't do anything, the fact that you're alive settles the growing pit in his stomach. He does his best to keep an eye on you and calm the other two down, but even he feels affected by the cries you make.

When you're well enough to have some visitors, he's the first on the scene. His big brother energy is so high that he's almost equally as annoying as Zenitsu is, but his tendency to accept that he isn't a medical expert, and get out of the way when asked, while being exceptionally polite endears him to the staff at the estate and they let him stick around a little more. He's big on assisting you while eating, he's had to help his siblings out before so being a caretaker is a role he welcomes with open arms. He talks too, mostly about how glad he is you're okay, and many gentle reminders to not over do it while you recover.

He doesn't really leave you be on your own, he usually leaves Nezuko's box in the room with you so you have some company (and protection), and when he is there, he is super careful to not let you get hurt. It's almost annoying, but you can see where he comes from and that he just wants you protected.

Inosuke

Being the most active, and violent, of the group, he is a nightmare for the kakushi and the girls at the butterfly estate. He's sneaky enough to climb on the ceiling and spy on you getting treated, he keeps butting in loudly, and Tanjiro is tasked on attempting to distract him and keep him out of your room while you recover.

Despite how loud he is, there are quiet moments however. Truthfully, he's a little ashamed. He's supposed to be the strongest one, the leader, but he wasn't able to do anything when you got hurt. He knows, logically, that he's useless with this stuff, he isn't Tanjiro or Zenitsu, he isn't an expert in medicine, he's a fighter and currently he can't just fight your injuries to make you better. It's pretty clear that his actions of butting in and being a pest in others sides is due to how worried and unsettled he is. It's much clearer when you do wake up and can start accepting visitors, because he refuses to step foot in the room while you're awake, confusing the heck out of literally everyone. He was all over you before, but now even the mention that you're up and eating makes him angry and stomp off? It's strange.

It takes a while for him to come see you, because he's been spending the time away training (despite his own injuries). He needs a little pep talk from Tanjiro about how sometimes, people get hurt. And the best thing he can do for you isn't to ignore you and further hurt himself by training, it's to be with you and help you get better, so you can both heal and grow. He takes it in his own way of course, now that you're up he is big on pushing you during your recovery training, and is massively clingy, and keeps trying to show off how much stronger he is, but his heart is in the right place. He also gruffly tells you that you'll be fine, you're his subordinate and that means you're too tough to actually die. It's odd, but sweet. ~~~

And that's what I got! Basically, the boys want the best for you. Zenitsu is nervous as always but incredibly glad he can be useful, Inosuke sulks, but eventually accepts that ignoring his feelings about the whole event isn't really a good idea, and Tanjiro does his best to make sure you're okay and assure you (and the other two-) that even if you get hurt, you can always heal, and get stronger then before.

I hope this is to your liking, I've never actually written in the perspective as the reader, so content like this is rather new for me lol. If you have any other requests, feel free to let me know! :)

[aliettali]

request: anakin, ahsoka, and rex in a snowball fight (anakin cheats with the force or something idk)

what a loser. GET HIM

bonus:

[florallylly]

i've seen model steve harrington aus. i've seen child steve harrington aus. i present: child model steve harrington

note: this came from my own desperate need to see this conceptualized and i SWEAR i've searched, i just can't find any content with child model steve so. :(

bc little steve harrington was remarkably cherub-like. his large brown eyes and soft pout ensured endless cooing and fussing from his mom's friends. and when he blushed and ducked his head in shyness, they only complimented him more. when he got home that day, his mom smiled at him.

so steve decided that he would put up with the cheek pinching and the squealing. he sat upright in his chair, sitting on his hands so he wouldn't fidget and ruin the image. because he'd do anything to keep his mom smiling at him. if he was being particularly good that day, she'd let him lay his head on her lap on the drive back home.

but everything changed at his father's birthday gala. a nearly eight year old steve harrington sat prim and proper in his seat, but a smile lit up his face--his cheeks round and his dimples showing up. he raised his hand up to cover his giggle, but he couldn't help but laugh at some silly old man with a loose toupee. then he sees his mom approaching, and his face quickly smooths over, going back to the more polite smile he usually adopted when it came to these events.

he'd ruined it. he hadn't continued being the sweet boy his mom wanted. but then, she smiles at him. and introduces him to the man behind her, who says he's a designer. the man holds out his hand, but when steve puts his hand into his palm, he doesn't shake it. the man simply holds his hand, his eyes scanning steve's face. steve tries not to squirm under the attention. but the man nods and smiles at his mom, and he gives two brief cheek kisses to steve, whispering in his ear "you're going to be a star, darling." steve looks at his mom, confused, but she waves him off to continue talking to the man.

a few months later, steve's mom whisks him off on a trip to france. and steve is so excited to go, nearly vibrating in his seat as the airplane prepares to take off. but instead of the eiffel tower and the seine, steve is taken to a studio. he's posed and changed. once again, he's being fussed over, but instead of wealthy socialites, gossiping make-up artists squeal over him. he's "perfect for the shoot" and "the most darling little boy." steve doesn't understand, but his mom is still smiling, so he lets the nice ladies brush powder over his face.

and he looks in the mirror. his hair is a little more tousled and his lips have a slight tint to them and his eyes seem to take up much of his face. he's put into new clothes, and he feels like a doll in their hands. and when he's put in front of the camera, he simply follows the photographer's directions. afterwards, he's bundled into the car and his mom can't stop gushing about how good he was.

apparently, he's a natural. and then she goes back to fussing over him, focusing more on appearance than his behavior now. but she takes him out shopping and they eat at an upscale restaurant along the champs-elysses. and steve is happy.

and then they go back home, and his mom is so much stricter than before. she has him try out all kinds of different hair products, determined to find the best combination to keep it looking shiny and soft. she controls his food intake and what he wears and makes him use weird creams and serums on his face. but this is what makes his mom happy, so he's happy to let her.

his mom is also on the phone a lot more lately, whispering harshly about the quality of brands and steve just assumes she's being picky about the clothes she buys. later, his mom picks him up and holds him, and asks if he'd like to move to italy. she looks at him intently and it's obvious what answer she wants, so steve nods. she smiles and holds him close, and it's the most loved steve has felt in a while.

so they move to italy, and suddenly steve is a lot more busy. he's put in front of more cameras for more people he doesn't know. but he's smiling and pouting and doing whatever they want him to do. his compliant attitude and polite nature have photographers and designers alike singing his praises, and steve always looks to his mom for approval. but she's been arguing with his dad a lot lately, so she's upset more often than not. but that's okay, the make-up artists are always kind to him.

but then one day, his mom takes a phone call in the middle of the shoot. and when it finishes, she's gone. steve goes back in, close to tears, but the make-up artists still hanging around look after him until a car is sent to pick him up. this becomes a trend. and eventually, steve goes alone to his shoots. he's always taken care of by the crew and someone is always there to pick him up, but it's not fun without his mom there.

but he knows that she's always enjoyed him taking pictures, so he continues to do so, hoping that she'll come watch him again sometime soon. and he busies himself with befriending the chatty make-up artists and the bossy photographers and the eccentric designers. and he's such a cute little thing that they can't help but dote on him.

steve is never catapulted into child stardom, as his mom is picky with his jobs, only choosing luxury brands and well known designers for him. but within the industry, they call him the "little prince."

and then steve is catapulted into puberty, but his intense skin regimen prevents him from getting acne, save for the occasional zit. and his diet and religious exercise schedule help maintain his look. and he's still doing remarkably well, especially now that he's fully aware that he is a Model.

and steve has truly grown into his looks. with time, he's grown more comfortable in front of the camera and made numerous friends. nearly all of them are older than him, but they're fun and loud and it fills up the space that normally surrounds him. and they're the ones who get him hooked on american movies. steve remembers living in america, but he's been in milan so long that everything he recalls is vague.

but he watches them and falls in love with the american high school experience. so when he finally catches his mom off the phone and actually in the house, steve asks if he can go to school in america. and his mom laughs. but steve keeps asking, which devolves into begging. and his mother snaps, slapping him across the face and calling him ungrateful. she cries and begs for forgiveness, cowed into shame by steve's desperate attempt to hold back tears.

and so she lets him go to school in hawkins, indiana. an odd choice, but his parents just so happened to own a property there. (in truth, both of his parents expected him to change his mind within the year). but steve finds his place at hawkins high, because even though nobody in hawkins has ever heard of versace, steve is pretty. he's pretty and charming and he knows the right thing to say. after all, he's spent his whole life perfecting his mask.

and even if his mom ended up moving back home with his dad, leaving steve all alone in that big empty house, steve is happy. he's finally hanging out with people his age and high school is so far removed from the glitz and glam of the fashion industry. and he's settled and content with tommy and carol by his side. while he misses his friends back in milan, steve finds himself longing for the clothes more often. hawkins was certainly the opposite of milan, what with the nearest mall being two hours away and only equipped with a macy's and jcpenny.

through it all, steve is determined to be normal. he laughs along with jokes he doesn't quite get and rolls his eyes at carol's cue, and he joins the swim team. and he joins the basketball team. and he goes to parties and kisses girls and wears dumb little polos with his letterman jacket and does everything that he saw in the movies.

but nancy wheeler is different. steve can't forget his time in italy and who he is and was, and he's reminded of his old life in everyone and everything in hawkins. but not nancy wheeler. she's all hawkins and all his. and then the upside down happens.

and then nancy wheeler breaks his heart.

even after three years, his parents continue to ask when he'll go back to modeling, but he's different now. the upside down and billy hargrove beat that starry eyed little kid who thrived in the spotlight. and nancy wheeler proved that adoration and love is fleeting, so what would even be the point of trying anymore? his dad was a little more approving of steve's retirement/hiatus, saying that steve must want to go to college so he can take over the family business.

but when steve doesn't get into college, he's once again badgered by his mom to go back. but he's grown and changed and he's not sure that he can pretend anymore, so he says no. and they cut him off. enter: scoops era.

the measly scoops salary is not nearly enough to cover all of the new bills and expenses steve has, but he's not willing to leave hawkins. so he reaches out to his friends back in italy, and they refer him to their american connections. steve doesn't model at the same level as before, but he poses for a couple of zines and one artist who got a little too handsy at his exhibition. but he's able to make it through until the mall blows up.

this routine continues and he starts working at family video with robin at his side, but he keeps his side job a secret from the kids, using the excuse of visiting his parents to leave town for his shoots. he's not ashamed, but he knows he wouldn't "be normal" anymore if they found out.

but how does he explain his near mental breakdown at the sight of his healing demobat scars. they're raised and ugly, ruining what should have been a perfect body. and even though he uses scar cream everyday, they refuse to fade away completely. and how could anyone stand to be near such an ugly thing when all his life, steve was meant to be pretty? after all, love and adoration is fleeting.

[neptunesailing]

requests you say.......

spiderstars beam. draw whoever u want :))

to cut the strings of fate

[samgirard]

└ drai texting during the asg skills comp | 2.2.24

[rererereiii-151]

throws this into the void and runs 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ (gimme gimme ideas to draw ongong)

[guardian-angle22]

Paul Strickland + his earring in Season 4 of 911: Lone Star

↳ requested by anon

[redbean-nom]

theory. the girl clones aren't altered jango clones, they're arla clones (this may also be why omega is blonde)

[starlitangels]

Wanderlust with Guy please and thank you!

I love your works! 💚 anon

What a delightful word! A friend of mine said that would be her superhero name if she had one. I always loved the idea.

Anyway

Wanderlust

—

Raising a brow, you lean back from the sink where you're washing dishes. "What are you doing?" you ask. Sharper than you meant, but then again Guy is used to that by now.

His head snaps up from where he's been staring at his laptop. You thought he was still working on the script for another episode of the TV show he's been writing (and rewriting) since before you got together, but now you're getting suspicious that's not the case. "I don't know what you mean, honey," he said.

The dimple in his left sinks into his cheek as he loses the fight in suppressing a smile.

"The hell you don't," you mutter, turning the sink off. You shake the water from doing the dishes off your hands and wipe the rest on a dishtowel, moving to go over. "You've sighed wistfully four times in the last ten minutes. What are you even doing?"

He partially closes his laptop, a blush riding high on his cheekbones, darkening the freckles spattered over his skin. "Nothing, baby!"

You drop your elbow on the back of the couch and perch your chin on your hand. "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" you say. Flatly—but with a hint of amusement.

"I'm not lying! I really am doing nothing!"

"Then what's the wistful sighing about?"

In typical Guy fashion, he sputters. "D'oh—well—I—uh—it's just that—mmm—" He makes a face. Adorable in the attempt at frustration. "I was looking at potential locations for that movie I was telling you about wanting to write."

You nod, raising one brow higher than the other. "Mmhmm...?"

Ears turning a deep, dark red, Guy opens his laptop properly again. "I got carried away." He shows you the screen.

"Babe, how many Pinterest boards do you have at this point?"

"This is only my..." He switches tabs and counts. It takes him a while. "Forty-ninth!"

"And what's this new one?"

"Well... uh... like I said. It started out as locations for the spy movie. But then I got distracted by some of the recommended Pins below the ones I was looking at. And, uh... it kinda turned into..." He scrolls up to the top, showing the board's title. "Everywhere I hope you and me get to travel together."

Wanderlust

"I," you correct.

"What?"

"You and I. You said 'you and me.' But grammatically it's I." You give him a small, fond smile. "You're the writer. I figured you'd know that."

He gives you a patented Guy Dramatic Look™. "Honey, do you know how much braining it takes to make the words go? I'm not in braining mode. I'm in 'chill on Pinterest' mode! I'm allowed to make grammar errors when I talk if I want!"

You snicker and kiss the side of his head. "Move your computer."

He shuffles it to the side that you're not on. You vault the back of the couch and land next to him. Pretending to ignore the way his breath catches and his pupils dilate as you drape an arm over his shoulders. "That was hot, you know that?"

"Mm. So you've mentioned once or twice. Why do you think I keep doing it?" You give him a sly, wry smirk before peering over his shoulder at his screen. "Go on. Show me where we're gonna go."

He's still staring at you, though his gaze has dipped a little lower, watching where the U-shaped divet between your collarbones sinks and shallows with your breathing. "Can that, uh... wait till later?" he asks. "Because, uh... I just had a much better idea." His voice shifts to that joking, flirtatious one he always uses as he gives you a wink and a lopsided smile.

You flatten a look at him. "Which is?"

"Oh... I don't know... it might involve you shoving me down onto the bed... and things of that nature. Maybe uh... playing a little rough, if you know what I mean—heh-heh!"

"You're a nightmare," you mutter. "Show me the damn Pinterest board."

He flops his head backward and groans. "You're no fuuun—"

You cut him off by grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a rough kiss. He yelps before melting into it. You can't help but snicker. He falls for it every time and you know how much he likes it when you surprise him.

He pulls back a little breathless. "Still wanna see the Pinterest board?"

"I saw enough of it. Beaches and cities and highlands. We can talk about the dreams and the details later. Let's skip to the good part this time."

His pupils blow even wider. "Whatever you say, honey," he says.

[astros-arts-inthestars]

Forgot that New Year doesn't matter and what really matters is HERO BIRTHDAY!?!?!?? MAH MANNNNNNN!!!!!

Yes im drawing Omori again sorry my friend got into it and dragged me back with him. Shit

[beast-of-moss]

Send the Bees. :).

[fortyfive-forty]

WTA 9 - 12 AS LYRICS FROM SONGS I HAVE SAVED [1 - 4] [5 - 8] [INSP]

MARIA SAKKARI [GRE] -> GAVE YOU EVERYTHING [THE INTERRUPTERS] JEĻENA OSTAPENKO [LAT] -> SO WHAT [P!NK] KAROLÍNA MUCHOVÁ [CZE] -> A BEGINNING SONG [THE DECEMBERISTS] DARIA KASATKINA [RUS] -> LIGHT MY LOVE [GRETA VAN FLEET]

[starscelly]

i would love to see a smiley esa in your style <3

i truly think it’s impossible to Really capture the amazing radiant vibes of an esa smile but i did give it my best go thank u!! hope u enjoy :3 <3

[neptunesailing]

happy birthday! hope you had a good day. if your requests are open... i've been thinking about your hades game niki art recently, so could i ask for a matching rinne doodle...?

(cw blood)

o goddess of victory, lend me your boons (let me find a way to repay you)

[sciencewife]

Oooh drawing requests! Neat! How about…Caroline (SC or vanilla, dealers choice) but in whatever outfit you currently have on? Or if not that, maybe your favourite outfit? Show off a bit of your own fashion sense!

What do you do when the prompt is for whatever you have on or your favorite outfit, but the favorite outfit is the Caroline outfit in your wardrobe? Pick a secret third thing: my second favorite outfit, my Star Trek uniform, which I always have in my closet in case there’s a con and I have no other ideas on what to wear.

Let’s be real though: Caroline looks sharp in this uniform yes, but she is NOT starfleet material lmao. She’s probably broken several Federation laws by now…

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Star Romp x reader? Hardly see any romp x reader and those guys are very underrated. Also I think this counts as Star Romp x reader x Romps too??? Idk 🤷

Reader just befriends some romps and Star Romp allows them to be among them. Romps like reader so they follow them around like guard dogs. They like reader a lot too.

Rompin around

There was always whispers of something like grunts, but something was off about them. Perpetual smiles, exposed eyes and a weird uniformity to them. Grunts came in different shapes and sizes, colours and completions, but these uncanny valley look-alikes had no diversity to them. Little was really known about them, other than the fact that in large enough packs, they were lethal.

In the middle of nowhere, sweating while looking under the hood of your truck, broken down without proper means to fix your busted engine, or a way to contact your allies back at base, you were stuck.

Ram kept saying he'd get around to fixing up your truck, but he was an equally skilled mechanic as he was a lazy bastard. When you got back, you'd shove a wrench up his a-

Something shuffled near you, catching your attention. A blur of grey peeking out from a dying shrub, which quickly ducked down when it realised you spotted it. "Hey, wait." You wiped sweat from your grey forehead as you wandered over, and felt a pit rise in your stomach as this faux grunt stared back at you.

The lack of cross on it's face was disturbing, pictures didn't come close to the real thing. "Uh... I don't suppose you know any place with a radio or phone or something?"

The neutral look on its face changed to a slight smile, and in a preformative way, it gestured to a run down and almost crumbling building. Another thing of note, none of these impostors spoke, a collective muteness. You wondered if they were a failed clone offshoot from the Agency.

"In there?" You looked over at it, bile in your throat as it nodded, gesturing for you to follow it, seemingly with desperation. This didn't seem entirely safe. At least those who died to a hoard went quickly, even if they made a mess. You kept the wrench in hand, the other resting on your holstered weapon.

"Okay... I don't really have a choice but to trust you I guess."

The building smelled old, dust settling on every surface, seemingly abandoned and forgotten to time. You made a mental note of the spots of dried blood on the floor, aged, but still a grim warning.

The creature brought you into a slightly more pristine looking room, carefully cleaned as much as possible. This was more of a living space, the odd blanket and cushion laying around.

Your guide stopped in front of a wall, hand reaching out to touch a crack in the surface. You backed up as the wall started to crack and crumble, fearing the whole building would crash down on you, but something appeared behind the wall.

A star with the same weird face on it's surface glanced down at you, before it's lips curled up, showing needle like teeth poking from black gums. "A visitor... It's been so long since we had a visitor..." She had a feminine voice, despite the thick black moustache lining her top lip. "What brings you here... Visitor?"

This wasn't the uncanny valley anymore, this was the nightmare gorge.

"M-m-my car..."

The Star laughed, but it was forced and wrong. "Of course.... My car. I love riding in the my car." How she'd phrased it meant you knew for sure this thing hadn't seen a car, let alone been inside one before. "Has your my car stopped functioning?" Star tilted her head slightly, and the creature next to you copied her movement.

"Yes... He.." You pointed a shaky finger at the stranger next to you. "suggested that there was a radio or something to help me here."

"Wilf.... Yes... I can help make everything better. It's what I do, right Wilf?" The stranger nodded his head enthusiastically.

"I will help you, if you help me." The Star looked back to you, her eyes bright and wide, a hint of malicious intent in her narrow pupils.

You couldn't comprehend why you asked the following question. "How can I help?"

The Star grinned, showing off sharp yellowed teeth. "Return to us often... Bring something new... Interesting for my children to investigate. Should you fail to return...." Her face changed, distorted and evil, the mask of kindness well and truly off. "We will find you...... And it will be slow... And painful..."

That'd been two months ago, and you were heading back again to the ROMP den. Wilf was standing out by the road, waving at you in his normal, unsettling way. You'd grown slightly used to it, but the uncanny valley lingered.

You'd come to study the ROMPs, realising how they worked like wild dogs. They hunted together, teeth and claws, and makeshift weapons used to take down prey which was torn apart and shared. You'd been offered a few pieces now and then, which you kindly declined.

He greeted you in his usual way, bashing his forehead against your shoulder with a closed mouth smile, and you followed him into the lair. In the depths of the den was a pile of soft things, from torn up clothing, to old moth-eaten blankets, mix matched cushions and pillows among other things.

The ROMPs slept in a pile on their soft mountain, something you'd introduced to them when bringing a pillow once. Each perked up and rolled towards you, greeting you excitedly in their usual mute fashion. Sleeping together for warmth, another piece of their dog-like behaviour.

Family bonds were strong with the ROMPs, and you started to realise they'd accepted you as their own.

The Star appeared in the crack in the wall. "Hello friend." She greeted you in her same off-putting voice, at least she now called you a friend. "What have you brought for us today?"

"It's a special kind of picture." You smiled, setting down a jigsaw box. "It's in multiple little pieces, and you put them together and it makes a full picture. This one's a horse. At least that's what the box says, I haven't seen a horse before."

Wilf rested his head on your shoulder, watching your moves intently. "Like this piece, this is a corner, so you find them and set them down. And then you work on sorting the edge pieces, so you can make a foundation to work on."

You felt warmth as the group curled up around you, well and truly accepted by them. One laid over your lap, stretching out and going limp, clearly still tired but wanting to be in your presence. The exhaustion seemed to pass into you as well, and before too long, you'd laid back on a pile of pillows and soon dozed off among your friends.