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deepspacedukat · 1 year

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Have to run this by you *inhales*

Okay so think about this Vulcan version of a Gladiator, back in pre-reform, Vulcans that belonged to no clan (rogues), lost their family/social standing, or their family was conquered by another a lot of times the survivors would be taken as slaves and or forced to fight for entertainment in an arena.

So the reader is in a transporter accident beaming down to Vulcan and gets sent back into the past. Now the reader is stuck trying to survive while avoiding gaining attention but as luck would have it was able to swipe some material to wrap around themselves to use as a cloak which helps with the sun and avoiding unwanted eyes. Finding themselves near the outskirts of one of the cities the reader still keeping a distance had gone to investigate the mass of people gathering in what looked scarily similar to what you could imagine a Vulcan coliseum would look like carved into the side of a mountain. Unable to stay and watch the brutality the reader starts to retreat from her perch on/hidden behind a ledge when a couple of armored warriors drag out a gladiator who had barely won the unfair fight but not without a beating. He was chained to the wall and left there in the sun. Not being able to bring themself to leave the men there the reader looks around to see if the coast is clear for now and climbs down to the man. He’s out of it so the reader decides it’s safe enough to help. Pulling out the emergency first aid kit from the backpack and treats the worst of the injuries.

By the end of that the Gladiator had forced his eyes to focus on the person offering him kindness, his gaze was fiery with aggression he didn’t have the strength to back up and wholly suspicious of the gentle touch he’s unaccustomed to. Even more so then person that had been hovering over him looked nothing like any Vulcan he had seen before. He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a hoarse choked sound.

Noticing how dehydrated he looked, something the reader thought theyd never see in a Vulcan, cautiously moved to sit him up. No matter how much he wanted to lash out the gladiator didn’t think he had it in him so he allowed it but not without a heated glare that sent shivers up the readers spine, the glare wavered and cooled once he noticed he was being offered a canteen of water which he greedily lunged at.

Afterwards the hostility simmered away and morphed into hesitant curiosity he finally asked in old Vulcan “Why?” the answer he got in a very much accented response was unfathomable to him after all he has lived through “You are hurt and needed help”

Before the Vulcan gladiator could respond the reader got out a small hand multi tool and used the laser to cut the cuffs off of him. The reader stands up dusting themselves off “now I don’t know where I’m going, you can come with me or we can part ways but I can’t stay here and I don’t think you’ll want to either.” __________________________________ I got the idea from the piece of art i was google surfing for…school 😶 yep anyway credit to the great artist

I...Ma’am, I have so many thoughts about this! It’s so cute! The idea of a pre-reform Vulcan Coliseum is really fascinating. I’d honestly love to see this as a full-sized fic. I can totally see that Vulcan being curious enough to go with her. She saved his life, so why shouldn’t he see what this strange little...Whatever-She-Is is up to?

OOOOOOH, and imagine the first time he sees her ears!! I imagine the hood would’ve hidden her ears at least until they got out of there. By the time he sees them, he trusts her a little more, and he figures it’s safe enough to touch her ears. Besides, he’s curious...and she’s cute.

#deepspacedukat asks #azorastarr

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cometcrystal · 5 years

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super kids pair dynamics

note that when i say “pair” i dont mean Ship Pairing its just every possible duo in this group, minus jack jack, because everyone other than vi and dash’s dynamic w him is “you are baby”

just so this has some semblance of organization, it’s gonna go in alphabetical order. so chance > dash > gigi > rose > tony > victor > violet. i’d do minny but i think i’ll leave that to ramon and em to decide since she’s their character and they’d know her better than i do!

chance & dash - obvious but theyre Boyfriends once theyre older. at present in canon they just have baby crushes on each other but neither has realized it yet. they share a brain cell, and i mean that in both the Dumbass way and in the “their minds are so in sync its crazy” way. they name their children by mashing their own names together. that’s their wavelength

chance & gigi - they get along pretty well i think. gigi uses some of his morphs as inspiration for new gadgets, like lizard-esque wall climbing gloves & shoes. he likes to sit and watch her work sometimes

chance & rose - barely know each other. their super suits are both green i guess

chance & tony - while chance is chaos enough for dash, he’s also got a more reserved side, and it comes out when he talks with his in-law-in-law tony. they are both dating a parr and that says enough. they probably watch the same tv shows

chance & victor - doesn’t really like the guy. he eventually slightly warms up to him but he’s the one victor targeted in the first place, so he’s always gonna be on the defense around him. for a while, anyway. victor proves himself eventually and the two are never exactly close, but chance knows victor’s upbringing was Bad

chance & violet - they have kind of a sarcastic relationship. he is able to safely snark to her without getting called a wiseass. when he’s in-morph she’ll tease him by being like “prove you’re chance do a trick”. best siblings-in-law ever

dash & gigi - they get on each other’s nerves just a little bit but not too bad. he’s always willing to be the guinea pig for when she needs to test smth and she both respects and fears his gusto. she teaches him some judo moves upon request

dash & rose - they don’t know each other very well either. i dont think rose and the younger kids are very close at all

dash & tony - dash instantly thinks tony is the coolest person in the world the moment tony calls him “buddy” and he will butt in during his sister’s dates to be like “hey tony hows your day been”. tony thinks dash is a funny kid and humors him but also tries to end the convo quickly so he and vi wont try and kill each other. once dash finds out tony’s an empath hes constantly like “hey what number am i thinking of”

dash & victor - is one of the first people, along with gigi, to be on the side of “let’s give victor a chance”, surprisingly. he hasn’t forgotten what he pulled on chance but he’s also like “his dad was killed by syndrome. that can’t be easy” and kinda sorta feels a connection to how victor lashed out. victor doesn’t take dash seriously at first but seeing dash in battle one (1) time turned him around bc dangit the kid’s clever

dash & violet - chaos siblings supreme. ive already talked at length before about how much these two love each other and how they’d die for each other in an instant so i won’t get too deep into it, but they know each other better than anyone else does. they share the same trauma and they work together in hero work near-seamlessly, despite how much they bicker in their everyday life

gigi & rose - softd for each other. rose needs someone who’s super understanding (lol) about the super thing, since she’s so skittish and defensive about it, and gigi’s had a toe in the super world her whole life bc of lucius. they have nice quiet convos while doing diff stuff in the same room and also theyre girlfriends. the only time the phrase “soft uwu wlw” is allowed

gigi & tony - “the only people violet parr is soft for” squad unite. they have a two-person book club where they #stan jane eyre and they also share turtlenecks bc theyre the same size. they try and pair up as partners in science class whenever possible

gigi & victor - supported victor’s second chance early on, partly because she had almost no hand in what he did other than being kidnapped. she’s sympathetic to him mostly on a hunch. she might invite him to her and tony’s book club later and introduce him to gothic literature. he thinks she’s suspiciously nice to him and is slightly defensive around her at first

gigi & violet - the definition of wlw solidarity. ride or fucking die. see the adventures of violet and dash book 2 for the love jewelry they made for each other. when vi’s not fighting crime with her usual partner dash, she almost always teams up w gigi

rose & tony - they have drama class together and have a light-hearted friendship. one day during an improv exercise in class one of them messed a sentence up and started laughing and the other joined and the teacher had to intervene bc they couldnt stop giggling. when she gets anxious and tony senses it he puts a hand on her shoulder and she appreciates it

rose & victor - these two have an unlikely bond because of their weird and stressful family situations. in general, she opens up a little bit before he does, and sorta relates to his closed-off-ness. so it’s either her or gigi that usually offers him an extra cookie or w/e at first

rose & violet - had a crush on her when they first met bc shes a fuckin lesbian. violet was immediately rose’s wingwoman when she met gigi tho. they probably have philosophical debates when they hang out, which is usually taking a walk through the park or going to the zoo

tony & victor - tony’s actually ends up being victor’s closest friend. since he’s an empath he can tell that victor’s being sincere when he eventually says he’s sorry to the others, and besides rose, tony’s the one that’s the furthest removed from what happens in the books. so he’s kind to victor, and victor’s not as defensive around him cause he figures his kid’s a wimp and couldn’t lie about trying to get me arrested if he tried. but yeah this is probably the person victor gets along best with

tony & violet - this is another dynamic i’ve talked about at length before but the TLDR is that he’s constantly amazed by her even before he finds out she’s a super, and him being the most “normal” one out of all the kids is comforting to violet. i hesitate to be like “she likes feeling normal” but she does like feeling grounded and loved by someone she can just relax and take a break from Super Stuff with. they’re each other’s superheroes

violet & victor - she’s the most Sus of him when he comes back, and he’s not exactly keen on her either. she only agrees to give him a second chance because of what tony says in his favor. but after working with each other for a long time, they both respect and trust each other. like when theyre adults, if you asked either of them about the other, theyd be like “i’d defend them in battle, and i know they’d do the same for me”

#the incredibles #incredibles 2 #violet parr #dash parr #tony rydinger #gigi best #chance diaz #victor lebeau #rose carson #incredimeta #long post #sorry if ur on mobile. not sorry

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letsperaltiago · 5 years

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I give up, I'm in love crying out to you |Jake x Amy|

So this is the post ”Yippie Kayak” fic I talked about! And honestly... I’m not super happy with how it turned out, compared to what I had in mind, but... I hope someone out there will enjoy it. Maybe

xx!

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The red and blue lights coming from the remaining police cars reflected back off his slightly pale face as he started the car, carefully driving away from the surrounded Goodwin’s before turning down the main street. Since Jake had quickly been pulled away from her to get checked by a paramedic as soon as they pulled back from their passionate reunion kiss, neither of them had gotten to say much to the other after Jake escaped the hostage situation. He’d quickly shrugged off his leather coat then hoodie before giving her the latter before he was pulled aside. Since then Amy had spent the time checking up on Gina and Charles, secretly feeling unsettled and almost burdened even though Jake was clearly safe and sound. Why?

So she wondered still as they quietly drove off and away from the chaos. It was just the two of them in Jake’s car. Maybe she didn’t say anything but on the inside Amy felt like screaming and crying, almost like she wanted to speak out but some unknown force pushed the words back down her throat. More than anything she didn’t want him to notice, because then he’d worry and he was the last person who should worry about someone else. He’d just been beaten by robbers and held hostage, for God’s sake! Although it probably didn’t help keeping her messy state of mind secret that she uneasily, shuffling in her seat, kept looking back and forth between the bypassing streets and his focused, slightly bruised face. Either his mind was somewhere else, which was completely understandable, or he chose to bite his tongue and not comment on it.

“Should I drop you off at home?” After such a long silence, his voice almost startled her, causing Amy’s head to quickly whip away from the window and in his direction instead like a deer caught in headlights. They usually slept at her place, almost everyday besides a few times a week whenever one or both needed a bit of me-time, so this caught the young woman a bit off guard. Did he ask because he wanted to drop her off and go home alone? Or was he just being polite? During the 7 months they’d been together, Amy had never turned to overthinking like this and it scared her. Jake would never have ulterior motives when it come to her - or anyone else, for that matter. What was wrong with her?

“Ames?” Without taking his eyes off the road for too long he allowed himself to take a quick glance of her, obviously confused by the lack of response he got from his otherwise always very clear and palpable girlfriend.

“Oh, sorry. I just-“ she bit her lip, silencing herself with her thinking. Honestly she wanted nothing more but to tell him no. No, she didn’t want him to just drop her off and act like nothing had happened. Actually the very last thing she wanted after coming so close to losing him was to go home alone - without him. Then she remembered that her bag (having held clean, warm clothes) from the polar swim and stinky, soaked jacket was still in his trunk, and last-mentioned item probably needed a good wash. She also did happen to have a full day of Christmas celebration with her enormous family waiting for her tomorrow on the 25th, so… Though every signal within herself told her that she didn’t want to, that it was wrong, it probably would be easier to just go home and get the last chores crossed off her mental list.

“Uhm, yeah. My place is fine.”

Out of the corner of her eye she could sense a nod, immediately sending her heart crashing into her gut. First the polar swim, then the hostage situation and now this? What a shitty Christmas eve. 10 minutes of silence later, he pulled over in front her apartment building and turned off the engine. Neither of them seemed to be able to break that eyes, staring straight ahead out the front window with stiff postures and mingled thoughts.

“So we’re here,” Amy finally mumbled, slowly and almost unwillingly reaching for the door handle.

Jake turned in his seat, scanning her up and down with his tired, yet always so gentle eyes.

Words were burning in her throat, making it feel like a muddy mixture of feelings and tears balling up in trachea. It was pure agony and it just wasn’t worth it, when she was with this wonderful man who’d never laugh at or dismiss anything she said. She needed to calm down and trust him.

“Would you mind coming upstairs with me? Just for a second,” she finally managed to almost gurgle out and finally looking back at him.

“No, of course not.” He smiled weakly, pausing for a moment, before leaning over the gap between their seats to peck her temple. “Let me help you with your stuff.”

So there they were, just 2 minutes later, after climbing the few stairs to her first floor apartment. The flicking of a switch by the entrance door drenched the living room/kitchen in a soft yellow light, which allowed them both to make their way to the center of the room.

“Should I just put it on a hanger it in your bathroom?” Jake asked sweetly, making Amy’s heavy heart do summersaults because of the fact that he’d read her mind before doing anything else.

She sent him a grateful smile, “Yeah, thanks. Just make sure to-“

“Hang it in the shower, so it won’t drip on the floor?”

Amy could tell by the way her boyfriend’s eyes light up and his lips morphed into a crooked, boyish smile that he was proud of the fact that he’d managed finish her sentence just right. Sometimes she forgot that not only had they been dating for 7 months, but he’d also been her best friend for longer and partner against crime for even longer. There was no denying that he, more than anyone else and even herself, knew her the best. A weak smile growing on her lips at the thought let him know he was right, and then there was nothing else for her to do but to follow him with her eyes as he walked off to the bathroom with her icy ocean-coat.

Everything was so good between them and there was absolutely no denying it. Then why did she slump down on her couch with a heavy sigh and an even heavier her, she wondered. What was it about today; about her; about him, that made it seem like she was holding back and onto some kind of secret. A heavy slump back against the back of the couch seemed appropriate for the situation. Few steps wandered down the hall towards her, coming closer and closer. Next thing she knew he was back, standing by the kitchen at the opposite end of the room, freezing in his track when he noticed her hopeless expression. A staring contest between the two seemed to be initiated, but truth be told, she was not taking in just his eyes. Also the dark circles that surrounded them, his short, but nonetheless curls very messy from the day’s actions, his posture only emphasised how he probably felt - yet Amy Santiago had never before been so sure of one thing.

“Amy, is everything okay?”

Okay, the jig was up. He’d definitely noticed her being way off the entire night. Maybe he had been so too, but he, on the other hand, had an actual excuse.

“Yeah,” the following sigh did not reassure him. “Come sit with me for a second. Please?” She let her hands dance across the empty space by her side.

It truly did feel like walking into the belly of the beast, but ready for whatever she was going to throw at him, the eager detective made his way to the empty spot beside her and placed himself facing her. One leg bent on the couch, the other hanging off the side as he rested his side against the couch’s soft back. Another silence swallowed them both. Right in front of him, so close that he could reach out and touch her even though he didn’t dare to right then, Amy was nervously pushing her hair back behind her ears. Normally a double-tuck was a good sign, Jake couldn’t help but notice, but the current moment seemed to be way off and inconsistent.

“Ames, you’re kinda freaking me out here. Are we okay? Are you okay?”

The fact that he emphasised the ‘you’ more than the ‘we’ once again told her that he was the greatest man alive, obviously caring more about her than himself and them. A smile was not to be held back and her left hand, rebelliously in the name of love, expressed the same intractableness by reaching forward and cupping his cheek. Like a tear, though they weren’t present, Jake felt her thumb dance downards across his face and a million butterfly were set free in his stomach.

“Yes,” she nodded softly. “Both me and us. More importantly: Are you okay?”

He nodded softly into the her hand’s fingerhold, secretly wishing she would elaborate instead of redirecting the worry towards him. “I’m okay. Tonight was scary, but now I’m here with you. And though it might seem cheesy, it’s what matters to me.”

She nodded back, and though her mind was racing, trying to fight and make sense of all of her thoughts, her lips parted with willingness to speak. “It’s okay to be cheesy. It’s what matters to me too: Us…” She hesitantly allowed a pause, breathing in and unconsciously ran her tongue across her upper lip, considering if she should continue. This was Jake Peralta. With them it had always been this weird game of ‘in-between but never quite there’. The years of pining, the ‘never-single-at-the-same time’, keeping it light and breezy, almost breaking up twice within their first week together… It all came rushing back like an avalanche, pushing Amy over the edge of her emotional mountain. This time she wasn’t going to stay stuck in the middle; she was going big or going home - and she was already home, so there really was no way around it. “… Which I guess is why I’ve been so weird all night.”

Jake Peralta tilting his head slightly to the side in wonder was somehow the cutest and worst sight in the entire world - worst because she knew he did it out of confusion and precariousness. Amy Santiago wasn’t one to be overly confident with men, but these 7 months together had definitely taught her that she held his heart in his hands. His secretly very fragile, loving heart. On the other hand though, she also knew that he also held hers. Vulnerably and firmly all at once.

“You…” along with a heavy breath, her hand dropped from his face into his lap to hold his. Her gaze followed behind. “Being in danger like you were tonight really got me thinking about how important you are to me.” Her sincere brown eyes finally looked, to his relief, back up at him as those last words danced off her lips. Tender yet alert eyes and an understanding not from her boyfriend let Amy know that he was listening - he usually did whenever she spoke - and pushed her to continue. Taking this leap meant that there was no turning back around. “Li-,” her breath hitched, when tears suddenly welled in her eyes with urge to leap over the edge and down her cheeks. “Like it just got me thinking about the fact that just barely 3 years ago, I could never live with you. Never share a life with you, never be in the same room as for more than a few minutes without going absolutely insane,” she squeezed their joined hands in reassurance. “Never touch you like this. We seemed to be two opposites in all the worst ways. Impossible to unify.”

Though it was obviously with caution, seeing how affected by the matter his girlfriend was, Jake smiled remembering how they used to be cat and mouse. Those times seemed so far away these days.

“And now, today,” the hitch in her voice repeated itself; this time causing a tingle tear to stream down her face. Even soaked in tears, her eyes never left his and if Jake wasn’t completely delusional from all of the surfacing emotions, he could’ve sworn tears were welling up in his as well. “It just really hit me that I could never live without you.”

Almost like a bomb, silence dropped and blasted through the space around them. It sucked them into a black hole of everything from utter vulnerability to raw emotion and everything in between. Amy quickly noticed how her boyfriend’s eyebrows had cocked upwards, along with his suddenly much more awake eyes, in surprise.

“There’s before, now and after; me before you, me with you and I never want there to be a ‘me after you’, Jake Peralta.”

His jaw failed to keep his mouth shot, allowing his lips to part in awe like a kid having just discovered a secret treasure of gold, diamonds and pearls.

Her heart picked up pace as well as her termbling voice.

“God, I don’t know if this is moving too fast; if it’s right or wrong… But I’m just gonna say it. I desperately need you to know.”A brief pause pierced the moment, the three words welling up inside her mouth.

“I love you.”

His lips slowly merged back into a soft smile, his eyes glistening with joy as he brought his strong hands across the distance between them to hold her face and look into her eyes.

“I love you too, Ames.”

Finally, turning out to be what she needed more than anything that night, he used the hands attached to her face to pull her into a soft, tender kiss. A heavy weight suddenly dropped from her shoulders, her chest becoming lighter and fluttering as well. Within seconds her fingers wrapped around his wrists which were attached his hands that still cupped her now also smiling face. Their lips pressed together still, sparks flying like it was the first time instead of somewhere within the millions - probably - Amy knew she’d made the right decision. She loved Jake Peralta and he deserved to know.

His forehead pressed against hers, never disconnecting, as their lips parted and a dynamic energy travelled around them and the room. Amy could tell he was smiling; she was too after all.

“Tell me we’re end game?”

When he slowly tilted his head just an inch back, Amy felt the tip and bridge of his nose gently stroke up her own. Upon having finally tilted it up and back far enough to reach her forehead, he pressed a tender kiss to it. It lasted longer than their rare, but yet sweet, little forehead kisses usually would. It almost felt like his lips had gotten stuck, but then suddenly to Amy’s secret dismay, he pulled his whole upper body back to look at her properly with glistening eyes and a happy grin. Amy’s heart on the other hand was anything but calm, thumping louder and harder than she ever imagined possible. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Maybe declaring her love like that was a bit too much for an otherwise emotionally cut off person like Jake. Maybe she should’ve just stuck to “I love you”… Or just nothing at all; she should’ve sent him back home and slept by herself tonight.

Yet suddenly it was clear to her that the confusion and anxiety must’ve been clearly written across her face, because once more and always preferably, Jake Peralta’s hands were buried deep within and messing up her glistening black locks like they were the last sensation he’d ever experience. His soft soft lips grabbed hers, telling her that she’d never be alone ever again though she still sometimes feared she would. More. She wanted it all and more, so she quickly reached across, grabbing the collar of his famous grey hoodie. If it was even possible by then, seeming to be as close as possible, she pulled on it and him. His lips scrunched into a smile against her desperate kiss. Suddenly his kiss wandered off too the side, onto her cheek; her chin; her hairline before ending on the top of her head with her cheek resting securely on top of his shoulder and arms wrapped tightly around her frame. Like they should be. Always.

“Amy Santiago, we’ve always been end game.”

#jake peralta #amy santiago #peraltiago #peraltiago fanfiction #fanficition #peraltiago fanfic #jake x amy #jake and amy #brooklyn nine-nine #b99 #brooklyn nine nine

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tumblunni · 6 years

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Weirdass Real Cis AF Conversation going on downstairs

"Oh my daughter's wedding yeah i want the girliest dress yeah she loves girly stuff. Like even when she was a baby she'd always wear frilly petticoats."

Like..umm.. You put her in those clothes...?

Serioudly she was on about how she bought a whole fancy old fashioned petticoat for a literal one year olf including frilly knickers, and how THE DAUGHTER IN QUESTION said she didnt want to raise her own kids so heavily gendered from such a young age as she was, but the mom was like "oh just wait til theyre born and you see them! You'll totally understand! Mommy instincts blablabla!"

Like wow i've never seen talk of these certain type of baby underwear instincts before. Seriously man that must be so uncomfortable for a literal one year old in a diaper to have frilly scratchy stuff everywhere?? And like an eight layer petticoat she cant even run around in?? Like if you're really insistant on only buying stereotypically feminine clothes you could just go to the actual baby clothes aisle and pick up something pink? Man it must have been hell for the mom too, to get all that stuff off every time a diaper needs changing!

And then seriously how can you say 'oh my daughter liked that and my son would never like that' when theyre both too young to even say their first word? Of course theyre gonna wear whatever you put on them, they cant exactly fight you off! They dont even have object permenance or a concept of what dresses ARE, let alone the social implications of fashion and gender roles! I just wanted to interrupt and be like "oh your son doesnt like it? So you've let him try it? And you've let your daughter try other outfits too?"

And It doesnt really bloody sound like the daughter liked being dressed that way as a kid if she argued with you about doing it to her own kid. And she was all laughing about "oh lol my son was always covered in sick instead of his clothes, he'd always pull them off haha Boys Amirite". Dude your kid is just a nebulous blob of vague comprehension of the world. Both of them would be running around being 'little terrors' if both of them could run! And serioudly thats just how much babies HATE clothes at first, they dont know why they have to wear a thing around their neck and chest or why its bad to take it off. Can you imagine how much more fidgety a kid would be in the most over the top petticoat nonsense? And not being able to crawl or run or play because she's not allowed to get stains on the stupid thing?

Ugh man i wore a frilly petticoat like that when i was a kid up to around age 6 or 7. Because it was all i had and my parents decided what i wore every day. And i didnt know that some things were 'girly' or 'manly' let alone that i was trans yet! Well i mean i guess i kind of still was me but i didnt know to feel bad about it cos i didnt know boys couldnt wear this or girls had to wear this. I just had no feelings on it except that it was annoyyyyying to wait thru all this long process of putting it on each morning and i'd fidget like hell. And then it was uncomfortable and i just had to get used to it because i thought ALL clothes were just as bad? I liked how the skirt fanned out if i ran but i hated that i wasnt supposed to run in it. And i still tried to run around and climb trees and roll in the grass and hide behind the sofa and make forts and be a "little terror" even when i kept getting told off for "ruining" my good clothes. And i think thats where i started my general hatred of shoes cos those fancy dress shoes were so tight and cut up the back of my feet. I'd take them off as soon as my parents werent watching! And theyd all swear that i "loved" having my hair tied back in a ribbon even though i'd cry about people tpuching and pulling my hair and then keep conveiniently losing the ribbon by the end of the day. Seriously bad parents will just make up a personality for you and never bother to actually ask you! Like i mean i dunno of this lady is a bad parent just cos she believes in kinda exaggerated gender stereotypes, but my parents did and yeah it reminded me of they who were very much not good :/

OH MAN LOL its funny looking back on how my parents were ~so concerned~ at my ~sudden phase~ of hating dresses and choosing to wear "boy clothes" literally AS SOON AS I LEARNED THERE WERE OTHER OPTIONS. And they still chose everything i wore so i'd just have to go for the least feminine of the bunch and like ignore half of the closet until they got the hint. Imagine like entire years of slowly getting slightly more neutral clothes until eventually i had one singular t shirt. Still with care bears on it. And as soon as i actually got to choose my own clothes i was totally off on the me train! "What has caused this alarming new trend out of nowhere?" Asks zero memory mom, who was complaining about the same damn thing every time i did anything non girly for the last decade. Also they complained that i was "less vibrant and happy and didnt run around like you did as a kid" despite the fact they friggin punished me for running around and not being a demure young girl :/

And then there's the whole subject of how all babies regardless of gender wore frilly smocks and bows in victorian times. It was still considered unmasculine for a grown man but it was like in an "immature" sense. It was called the breeching of the child, i think? That age when you get old enough to start wearing pants, it was treated as a lil life milestone celebration. There's loads of other stuff like that of our ideas of masculine and feminine clothing switching sides throughout history! Baby blue was considered the primary feminine colour for a long time, and pink was just considered a shade of manly red. High heels and tights were both invented as male fashions,and you see LOADS of regency era men wearing them in portraits! They only became degraded as a women only thing because crossdressing women would wear them and society had a homophobic transphobic panic and decided to abandon the trend. And over time it was all forgotten and the idea morphed into a 'ultinate symbol of straight femininity' just like it was the ultimate straight masculinity before...

So yeah lol sorry i just overheard a very stupid excuse for why imposing super over the top gender roles on a kid is ~totally good~ and i just went off on a brain thought train about the whole subject. I guess im still a bit upset from the whole transphobic mess yesterday and im probably judging this lady a bit too harshly.

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captain-sili · 6 years

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Starla and Antichrist!Starla

OK so I finally decided to quit being a lazy ass and make this post.

Basically Starla and Antichrist!Starla are the same person but from different universes. They look similar but act very differently.

STARLA

Starla is both my first and most recent oc. Very confusing, but what I mean is when I was younger, I imagined a character that I wanted to be and it was her. I never got around to actually developing her, and I came across her not too long ago and decided to fully make her an oc.

Starla is the only oc I have that is entirely in my own universe (not in a fandom or anything). She is in her own universe with its own God, Lucifer, etc. She is what is called a Starborn Angel meaning they were born human but have an angels soul. They are very rare, and when they die, they turn into an angel. They're a special type of angel though. They are what humans would call a guardian angel. They find a kid (or three in her case) to watch over and protect. Something special about them is since they are around humans the most, they can show more of their celestial form (wings and eyes are able to be seen by humans, but Starla can show her halo and people can see the powers she does). Since she protects over kids (and was the first starborn in like... Many centuries) , God gave her the ability to use her grace and powers to morph into a different shape. She chose a cat since kids love cats and it can help cheer them up. Because of this she can also have cat ears and a tail which also makes the kids laugh. She's also very special for another reason (haven't quite gotten that far into her yet though).

She's kind of the really close friend (and the only friend ATM) of Lucifer. Some of the other angels weren't too happy about that, but honestly God is pretty chill with it since Lucifer actually has a friend now.

Note: I have a series running that I haven't actually posted anything yet (all in word documents that I've never gotten around to posting lol) that will be called "Starla's Journal" and is basically one shots that are formatted as journal entries that she wrote telling of what its like to be an angel and different things that go on.

ALRIGHT. THIS IS WHERE IS GETS DIFFICULT AND CONFUSING.

A little bit of info first. Since Starla is in a universe that has God and Lucifer and shit, some of my friends and even a few people on here (whenever I'd do those develop your oc posts) would ask if she was in either the Supernatural fandom, or the Lucifer fandom. She's in neither but I am a fan of both. That got me thinking though. I loved both shows and wouldn't mind making another oc. Well Lucifer isn't really a show I'd make an oc with so I decided on Supernatural. I liked the idea of making a crossover character (not the strangest I've done for an oc. I've literally got an oc that can break the fourth wall). I decided to do a crossover between my Starla oc and the Supernatural fandom. This created Antichrist!Starla (the one I rp as for Supernatural)

The normal Starla wouldn't fit well into this universe (too difficult to explain using it) so I decided to change her for it. I didn't just want another angel or demon (cause I love having special ocs OK). I realized they never really did much on the Antichrist. They had one episode with a little boy who ran off and was never seen from again and they never even really got into how a demons child made that or anything. So I decided to do my own thing.

None of this is honestly in the slightest bit cannon since they never really covered it. This is just my take on the Antichrist and how I want her to have been created!

Antichrist!Starla (gonna just call her Starla since that's her name)

She was supposed to be an archangel and kind of the partner (not like lover partner but like working together partner) of Lucifer. She was going to be made to NOT be related to them at all (in other words God isnt her father and the other archangels are her siblings) God made a mistake (le gasp) and ended up leaving her soul too open when creating it and it ended up getting corrupted from his sisters presence (I hope you get what I mean its hard to explain. Basically she has grace corrupted by darkness). God didn't want her to be treated differently since she was a failed archangel and was going to destroy the soul. Lucifer and Michael were already around (she was the third created) and Michael didn't really care, but Lucifer (who was prolly like 16 in relation to human ages) didn't want his father to destroy her and said he'd take care of her. God agreed since he didn't really want to destroy her. So she was raised by Lucifer. She met with God a few times when she was younger but mostly avoided it if she could since she didn't like she was different. Michael didn't like it either. They never got a long at all.

Anyway fast forward a bit (or else we'd be here all day).

Long story short she became enraged when Lucifer fell and the archangels were annoyed that God wouldn't do anything to take care of her. He was given a choice (a bunch o' archangels are a force to be reckoned with even by God) to either destroy her or to make her fall. He wouldn't admit it but he was rather attached to the girl and didn't want to destroy her. So she fell.

She was locked away in purgatory (kind of like how Lucifer was locked in a cage in hell sorta way) for a looooooong time up until about three or four centuries before Sam and Dean were born. She managed to escape into the normal world, but being she didn't have a physical human body, she had to be in one. Because her soul was different, she couldn't just possess a human (be is consensual or not) and had to be born into a human body. This caused her soul and physical body to be bound together. She can still possess people now that she has a physical body (and because of the darkness she could even do it without getting permission but she chooses to to force it). Basically she is the only celestial being to have a human body of their own instead of a vessel (so it doesn't get obliterated if she gets hurt).

God didn't want her to live a life of hatred and tried to make things better for her when she was born into a body. He wiped her memories so she'd grow up and have a semi normal life. Of course taking memories is never a good solution, and she soon realized (and her parents too with much horror) she wasn't normal. Ya know, the whole glowing eyes if she got mad, the occasional accidentally flinging someone against a tree (keep in mind this is like centuries before our time maybe 1700's at the earliest). She'd try to keep everything in check but being she had no clue what she was, she didn't know how to control.

Fast forward a few years when she was an adult.

This is where things started to go a bit wrong. Because of knowing she has these abilities, she tried to figure out what she was. She kept feeling like she was forgetting a huge chunk of her life despite having remembered her growing up. She could never figure out what she was forgetting. That is until she met someone. Someone she felt was so familiar yet. It was more of a presence than someone being there physically (hint hint its our pal Lucifer). He stayed with her for several weeks (they never really got into when or why Lucifer was shoved into a cage so I go with when the princes rebelled and threw him in then Crowley taking over and shit). The longer he stayed around, talking, helping, the more she felt like she was forgetting her life and that this one wasn't the first.

It would be an understatement to say all hell broke loose when she remembered. She had been getting dreams and nightmares that she concluded to be memories for a while, but it was like a switch had been flipped one night. Everything came back at once. Lucifer left after that (the princes started rebelling at this point) and she felt so angry. Angry that she fell, angry that Lucifer fell, but was the most angry about how God took the memories of it all.

Another jump cause I'm hungry and I've been writing this for an hour on my phone.

Its now the time where the show takes place and all that shit and the Winchesters and Chuck along with a few others (Crowley, Castiel, whoever decides to join this time) and they need to find her. All they know is she owns a club, but they don't know what she looks like. Chuck gives the advice that she'd, being the Antichrist, would have the mark of the beast on either her right hand or forehead (which for her is the number three with a slash through it since she's the third born and fell). The best way to find her would to be to look for someone with gloves or a bandana on. They find a person standing against the back wall, staring at them, who was wearing a singular glove on the right hand, and a smirk on her face.

Yes I know that Crowley is dead and Chuck is not here ATM and Dean is in a shitty situation but guess what? I ain't going by technical times and I refuse to accept that Crowley is dead OK (and Gabriel pls bring back my precious angel). My stories and rps (like all others) run at a different time than where the show is. This also means that Lucifer isn't actually dead in my stories. (I kind of rp with Crowley and Lucifer so it would not make sense that theyd be dead too)

Also I forgot to mention but since her soul is bound to her body, the soul can't leave the body. This means that the only way to kill her is the kill her soul. This would likely kill her permanently (ya know how angels and demons go to the empty when they die? There'd be nothing left of her to go to the empty) since even I can't weasel my way out of that kind of scenario. There is only one blade that can kill her. Its called the Soul Killer (cause I'm cliche and can't think of a better name ATM) and it is locked away by Chuck. She still can be hurt. Like damn you stab her in the chest with an archangel blade she's gonna be in a lot of pain and very weak in powers and you could take her grace like any other angel and make her practically mortal (you just can't actually finish her off unless you have the blade)

I plan on making a one shot that goes into more detail on her back story in Heaven before she fell from an actual story point of view.

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