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ALSMP Fanfic: Wherever These Flowers May Grow Ch 2

Characters: goddess!PearlescentMoon, actual!angel!Sausage, starborne!Scott; reintroducing: floran!Scott and introducing: floran!Sausage, with special guest Empires SMP S2 Joel and a cameo by Origins SMP CaptainSparklez

Relationships: MythicalSausage/Scott Smajor

Tags: Canon Divergent, scosage, fluff

Warnings: Character Death (temporary as usual with this series), a tiny bit of angst

(Sequel to Echoing Through To You, When The Skies Cry, Until The Blood Moon Descends, and Then We’ll Rewrite the Stars)

(Also available on Ao3!)

Summary: Pearl sends Sausage and Scott on a mission to help out on another mortal world different from their old one. Scott finds himself returned to an old set of powers; Sausage gets new ones which, as it turns out, he has some trouble controlling. It’s not exactly a honeymoon trip, but they do meet a nice new godling while there.

[ Chapter One ]

Chapter Two

When morning arrived, Sausage was surprised by how refreshing it felt to have those first rays of sunlight reach him. It was like going straight from knock-out tired to wide awake. It was no wonder Scott had always been up at the crack of dawn when he had been a floran in the other world. “Mmm, that’s so nice and warm! I don’t even feel like I want breakfast or anything! Maybe a little water, though,” he added thoughtfully, as Scott made the vines lower them to the ground before disassembling the hammock and returning to normal placement.

“We’ll find some on the way,” Scott said, although he was now standing there gazing at him with a dreamy smile.

“What?”

“Umm, nothing. This way.” Scott took his hand, his expression soft, then they started off for the day’s trek. Sausage had a light-hearted smile of his own as he squeezed Scott’s hand, and for a while he stopped worrying about the overgrowth he left behind with each step.

A short while later they reached the edge of the mesa, with red sand as far as the eye could see and spires of terracotta rising all around. Sausage ran ahead to see if any greenery would spring up, and sighed loudly in relief when the sand stayed bare. “Hurray! Okay, good, I was worried I was going to cause some kind of floral apocalypse or something!” He laughed nervously.

Scott eyed the sprigs of jungle grass that had suddenly begun to creep out onto the sand toward Sausage. “Don’t count that possibility out just yet…”

Sausage groaned. “Aw, come on, now! I’m still trying my best to not make it happen!”

“We’ll go further away where you won’t get distracted by what is growing, and then I’ll help you figure it out.” Scott took his hand again to drag him away from the jungle’s border, although this time he did so mostly in order to feel out how much power Sausage was leaking into the ground.

It felt much like the light of his halo when Scott had been experiencing the side effects of winter. The man simply radiated rampant energy. He supposed that was all part of his personality, but he would still try to help him get it under control. Maybe it simply needed to be redirected…

“Hey, look, more ruins!” Sausage slipped his hand free as they came around one of the larger spires and ran over to begin investigating. It was the architect in him, Scott thought fondly with a smile. He did give pause, however, when he saw just how big the area of the ruins was once he took a better look around. It appeared as if dozens of colorful if not eroded towers had fallen, with one particularly large building looking like it had been split down the middle.

Scott hurried after him. “Sausage, be careful – this looks old, but the ground could still be unstable.”

“Yeah, I know – but the sand has been filling it in.” Sausage pointed to where the red sand had been blown by the desert winds to pile against the base of the structures and over most of the fallen onion domes as well. They still picked their way through carefully, until they reached a spot where the mesa ended and there was a dip toward gravel and stone.

Scott’s gaze followed the line of a crack going from the mesa out across the empty gray expanse until he saw some other buildings – more towers, which were tilted, white and topped by faded pink domes lined with prismarine. Sausage joined him a moment later; and then a moment after that, some greenery began to poke out of the stone, although it wilted soon after. Scott moved closer to investigate. “Sea grass… This used to be an ocean. If I had to guess, shifting tectonic plates caused it to drain, and affected those towers out there.” He pointed.

“I, ah, don’t think I want to try to go out there and check those ones out. These are enough to explore around in, you know? And this is exactly what we need so I can learn, right?”

“Yeah, it’ll do. And if we want to check your progress, we can come back here to see how much sea grass you accidentally summon.” He smiled teasingly while Sausage grumbled.

They returned to the ruins and chose a space away from any gaps in the ground. Scott clapped his hands together. “Okay, we’ll start with focusing on what you can already grow on yourself. Put out your hand and think about growing a fern frond on your palm.”

“That sounds weird.”

“…Imagine you’re holding a feather,” Scott suggested, realizing that floran logic might not immediately help.

Sausage held out a hand then pinched his fingers together. A small frond grew, winding its way up between his thumb and index finger. He grinned. “Hey, it worked!”

“Good. Think about it falling off – drop the feather.”

Sausage opened his fingers but the frond stayed. He pinched it again, giving himself the mental image of a feather, then tried turning his hand downward to ‘drop’ it. When it continued to remain attached, he shook his hand rapidly. “I mean… I’m not used to consciously dropping feathers when they’re attached to my wings. They molt on their own.”

Scott moved closer and clasped the fern-bearing hand. “I’m going to try something. Let me know if this hurts.” He grasped the middle of the fern and mentally asked it to let go, as if it was the same as one planted in dirt. The stem separated from Sausage’s hand. Scott held the frond up with an inquiring look.

“Nope, didn’t hurt. I barely felt that. What, uh, does that mean if I grow something else?”

“I think you’ll need to ask it to remove itself.”

“But… you didn’t say anything.”

“Not out loud. I think it, and the thought reaches the plant through floran energies.”

“What.”

“Like you pulling a flaming sword out of thin air. Or, I assume that’s how that works. You ask it to appear.”

“That’s more like reaching into extra pocketspace.”

“Oh. Hmm…” Scott tried to think of what else to compare it to. “Well, like Pearl calling on you from the other side of the realm, and you do what she says because of that connection.”

“Huh. Okay. I guess I’ll try it out.”

They spent the day practicing, with Sausage serving as the only surface for plants to grow on, ranging from producing more of the same type of flowers he already had in his hair to summoning whole other ones. Scott was relieved that nothing grew out of control; he wouldn’t want Sausage to end up completely covered in blossoms or foliage.

When the afternoon began to wane, they moved to poke around the ruins a bit, looking for a stable piece of architecture to shelter under for the night. They chose one of the smaller onion domes that was laying on its side with only a minimal drift of sand blocking the opening. Scott was starting to miss the feeling of dirt under his feet, but it was necessary to remain there for a little longer. If it ended up bothering him too much, he figured they could always head back to the jungle.

“Meh. Sand in my fronds,” Sausage grumbled as he tried to get comfortable laying on his back. “Nope. Hammock was better.” He huffed in annoyance and rolled over onto his stomach, putting his face down on his arms. Then, muffled: “Nope. Sand in my mouth.”

Scott laughed quietly. He waved a hand over his arm repeatedly, growing a long strip of moss. He removed it then folded it up into the approximation of a square. “Here. Use a pillow. It will dry out by morning, but it’s better than planting your face in the ground.”

“That sounds like some kind of nature horror stuff that I don’t even want to think about, oh no.” Sausage pushed himself up to sit back on his knees, then accepted the improvised pillow. “Thanks. I guess I should try doing that?” he asked, watching Scott fold up another one.

“Mm, maybe after more practice. You might end up making a whole blanket. I don’t think I want to spend more than one night out here, anyway. Florans rest better with soil nearby.”

“Oh. Is that why I feel kinda itchy? And not from the sand in my fronds.” He twitched his shoulders as if to shake off the annoying grains.

“Ah, so you did notice. I was wondering if you would, since you aren’t used to everything florans experience.”

Sausage yawned. The sky outside was steadily darkening. “You’ll have to tell me in the morning…” He settled onto his side, snuggling his head against the moss pillow. “Oh, yeah, this is much better… Good night!”

~*~

Sunrise woke them, and although the warm light was streaming into the dome unfettered, something was making a rhythmic tink, tink noise off of it. Sausage wandered over to the opening and poked his head out, peering upward. “Uh, Scott? It’s raining.”

The other floran was rubbing the sleep from his eyes and didn’t quite catch on. “Huh? But it doesn’t rain in mesas…”

“There is exactly one cloud. Right above us. And... I think… someone is standing on it.”

That got Scott’s attention. He came over to look, squinting upward. “If we’re florans, then it makes sense for others with powers to be here. Might be a subtype of thunderborn.”

A voice called down to them, “Did someone say thunder?” The cloud grew darker and lightning crackled along the underside. A small boom of thunder followed. The two ducked back into the dome, just in case.

The cloud lowered into view, but the figure standing upon it was much taller than even the dome, so only the legs and bottom of a short chiton could be seen. Sandaled feet stepped off onto the sand, then the person leaned over to look inside. “How’s it goin’, fellas?” A face with brown eyes and a green stripe in dark hair grinned in at them. “Hello, I’m Joel, local thunder god. Thought I’d check in on things. Although, yuck, standing on the ground is weird. Also, this hurts my neck, so why don’t you come out here and we’ll have a chat.”

The two florans glanced at each other, then Sausage took Scott’s hand and led the way out. The godling sat down on the cloud as if to not tower over them too much. Scott smiled with some amusement as Sausage fell right back into his old habit of putting himself in front of potential danger first, despite Scott being the more experienced floran.

Joel looked at their clasped hands. “Well, isn’t that kind of cute. I heard you’re the new nature sprites in town.”

“Florans, actually,” Scott corrected. “We’re only here to help.”

Joel muttered under his breath, “Doesn’t look like you’re doing much to me.” Then, louder, he said, “So, what’s the plan for here? Were you going to turn this into some kind of oasis? I could probably help out, too. You need more water? It looks like you might need water. Since, to my knowledge, plants need that to grow.”

Sausage let go of Scott’s hand and rubbed the back of his neck, realizing they had possibly been wasting time while he struggled to get a handle on things. “Well, we really only came out here because I’m more powerful than we expected.”

Joel raised an eyebrow. “Wow, that’s very humble of you to say.”

Sausage bristled. “Hey, I can’t help it! I used to be a seraph before we got here! Very powerful angels, if you didn’t know!”

“Right, right… So, what are your names, so that I’m not calling you ‘Floran One’ and ‘Floran Two’?”

“I’m Sausage, this is Scott. He was a starborne. Y’know, also powerful, moving the stars themselves—”

“Yeah, I know about those. I remember getting complaints from them when we blocked up the sky at night while they were trying to help sailors navigate. As if they were above us, when we control the actual atmosphere.”

The florans traded looks again, mutually uncertain about the pronoun change. “A-Anyway,” Sausage stammered, “I needed some practice first, then we were going to get to work.”

Scott eyed the cloud. “Although, now that you’ve mentioned it, some extra rain wouldn’t hurt. We’re supposed to do some terraforming, too, and if we’re going to transform barren areas, that means rerouting rivers.”

Joel chuckled once. “Part of us thinks you aren’t meant to turn the entire planet into a lush paradise. That part would be me, with my own opinions. Deserts and mesas still have their purpose. I think this world’s overseer meant to fix the broken parts, or heal over the scars in the land – whatever way you want to phrase it – with your piteous floran powers. You’d never be as powerful as me, after all, but I can’t be bothered keeping track of how much rain each type of flower needs. But this particular place is only suffering from regular time and erosion. Like you say, a little extra water could change that. I can show you some really ugly spots.”

“Now who’s being humble,” Sausage muttered.

“Maybe just point us in the right direction,” Scott suggested. “Then we can fix up anything we happen to find on the way, and come back around if you decide to, say, dump a ton of rain over here.”

“I suppose I could do that. If you go back the way you came, on the other side of that jungle you were in, there are some uninhabitable plains to the west and then some mountains to the southeast of there. You’ll know them when you see them.”

Scott gave pause. “Wait, you’ve been watching us since the jungle?”

“Yeah, that’s where we first saw you walking around.”

Sausage blurted out, “Who is we?”

“Um. Rude.” Joel scoffed. “Never you mind.” He did, however, look uncomfortable for a second. “Anyway, I think it’s time to be getting to work. Don’t have all day to fix up a planet, and you’ve got some walking to do. I’m sure you plant-types aren’t interested in flying anywhere. I mean, you might fall through the cloud, and then what would I do?”

Sausage’s bottom lip wobbled, and Scott thought he might start some sobbing theatrics about his loss of wings, so he pushed his partner toward the far side of the dome. “Yeah, we’ll be on our way. Nice to meet you, I guess.”

Joel stood and waved as the cloud lifted up into the sky. He then zipped off, apparently not following through on the promise of rain.

“Weather gods. Right,” Sausage commented flatly.

“Don’t tell me that gave you flashbacks, too?”

“I couldn’t control rain, so not really.” Sausage flicked the fronds hanging close to his neck. “Let’s go. I’ll do some practicing on the way. I have a sudden urge to make myself useful.”

“You’re not going to let what he said get to you, are you? I honestly don’t think he was trying to rub it in. He barely knows anything about us. He’s probably used to lording over mortals. And we don’t really count as those, right?” Scott grinned and nudged him in the side with his elbow. “And now that you’ve got the hang of summoning whatever flowers you want, we can do what we love best – arranging a garden.”

Sausage smiled at him in response.

They casually made the journey back over the sands. When they neared the border Scott tilted his head a little, squinting with uncertainty. He jogged the rest of the way, then halted.

A lot more foliage had crept out onto the sand.

“Whoops…” Sausage put a hand to the back of his head. “Eh-heh. The plants really are going to keep coming to me.”

“Call this a field test, I guess.” Scott sighed, hoping all the practice had helped. He gestured for Sausage to walk ahead.

The other stepped over onto the actual dirt, a tentative look on his face. A small bit of the grass grew taller around his foot, but shrank back to normal height when he lifted it. He gave Scott a hopeful grin, then put a finger to his lips. “Shh, I need to think.”

Scott smiled with a brief chuckle and nodded. They set off again, with Sausage leaving minimal disruption in his wake this time. Scott decided the growth at the mesa’s edge must have happened overnight while Sausage was asleep and couldn’t consciously keep hold of the power he sent into the ground.

They should probably stick to spending nights in a tree for the time being.

By the next day they reached the other side of the jungle, emerging into the area that they had seen from the treetop and, presumably, was the one Joel had indicated. The soil was desiccated, most of the ground appearing gray, although it wasn’t all stone. The chasms littering the area were intimidating up close, but they cautiously investigated. With Sausage holding onto his arm for an extra anchor, Scott leaned over the side to get a look at what they were dealing with.

“Hey, so—remember how you said this looked like a lot of lava? That’s… not lava down there.”

“What else would it be?”

“I think it’s liquid redstone.”

“Okay… What do we do about that?”

Scott moved away from the edge and contemplated the distance between that particular chasm and where the jungle ended. “Well, you’ve learned to limit your power. Let’s see what happens when you cut loose. We can use roots to break through this tough ground and see if it will fill these in, burying all the redstone. We’ll probably end up with like a bunch of ditches in the process. But let’s start with one of them at time.”

He motioned for Sausage to follow him. He made sure they were within the boundary of the jungle before going to the closest tree. He waved his hand down the base of it and out over the grass. He kept his hand out as he turned to the ruined land. The ground started to buckle. He raised his hand slightly and the end of the root broke the surface so he could show Sausage what he was causing to happen. He then lowered his hand, and the root burrowed back into the soil.

Scott moved to line his arm up with the nearest chasm. The line of buckling soil continued to move until it reached the edge of the chasm. Scott flicked his hand sharply, then whipped it back and forth. They could hear the cracking sounds as the root thrashed, breaking off pieces of stone that tumbled down into the chasm. The light from the river of redstone was peppered with shadows as the debris landed in it.

Scott paused, waiting to see if that would accidentally set off some kind of adverse reaction, but after a moment the light went back to a solid glow. He smiled over at Sausage.

The former seraph rubbed his hands together. “Alright, let’s see!” He put both arms out, palms pointed at two different trees, then he thrust his arms forward. Scott nearly lost his balance as the ground heaved. Multiple raised lines appeared, speeding out across the ruined land. With a rumble, the affected roots burst upward out of one side of the chasm and shot across to the other, destroying the top edge in one pass. Sausage yanked his arms backward, and in a messy array the roots turned around, punching down into the next level of stone then back across the chasm.

He repeated the motions several times, wearing away that section and causing neighboring spots to start crumbling.

Scott summoned up a different root, making it grow to lift him up higher so he could watch the progress, leaning over the boundary of the jungle. Within minutes the glow from the redstone river had dimmed.

Sausage crowed with laughter. “This is fun! It’s kind of like unleashing holy fire! I think I’m getting the hang of this power even better this way!” He twisted one hand through the air and two of the roots zigzagged across the far ends of the chasm, completing the collapse. It was still going to be a hazardous gap in the ground, but now they knew they had an effective way of filling it in.

They could work on leveling out the land after the rest of the chasms were dealt with. One by one, they directed roots to break up the soil and stone. Scott tried coaxing several at a time, but he couldn’t compete with the dozens Sausage could manipulate. That certainly made things go faster, so he wasn’t about to complain.

After a point they needed to stop and prepare a spot for the night. Scott had Sausage stay on the border of the ruined land and simply stand there while grass began to work its way into the tough soil toward him. The much smaller roots would break it up enough to allow water to permeate the ground later. Maybe Joel would happen to come by and help speed that up. Scott couldn’t tell if there would be regular rainfall here or if it was like the mesa.

He made some vines form another hammock. The thought did occur to him that spending the night out in the center of the ruined land could also speed things up, although maybe only after they were sure the ground was stable enough.

~*~

The next two days were spent wearing down the sides of the chasms until all of them were reduced to sloping furrows. They continued to work with the roots to loosen and rearrange the ground until the area more resembled rolling hills, sans greenery. By the third day Scott deemed it safe to sleep out in the middle of it. He crafted sleeping mats out of woven vines with moss pillows again while Sausage practiced making a shelter out of available large tree roots, eventually shaping a decent lean-to.

They awoke to the sound of rain, although the ground closest to them was only getting wet because of stray raindrops. Peeking out, they saw a very precise circle of clouds leaving them with a little island, since the tough soil wasn’t absorbing the water as quickly as regular dirt, even with their efforts to break it up.

Joel swooped down on a white cloud, stark against the dark storm clouds. “Nice work, fellas. You made some decent progress. I’ll leave this here for a while. Maybe you’ll get a new stream from it. See you later!”

Just like that he was off, cutting upward through the storm clouds. They closed up after him.

Sausage looked around at the growing puddles. “Should we go somewhere else and come back later?”

“I think we take the day off. Or at least take a passive role. Come on, sit back down.” Scott held a hand out toward him after returning to his mat. Sausage hesitated, eager to keep working, but when Scott beckoned, he came over and took his hand, kissing his knuckles before sitting down beside him. Scott put his arm around Sausage’s shoulders, gently hugging him against his side. “We might get a little sleepy from lack of sunlight so it’s okay to take it easy. Not that we couldn’t travel to some place where it isn’t raining, but, y’know, we did a lot of work the past few days.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“You’re always so restless,” Scott said affectionately. “You can think about spreading the grass toward us. That will help, too.”

“Hm-m. Okay.” Sausage peered out at the rain, picturing the edge of the jungle in the distance, then closed his eyes before drawing in a breath. He spread his hands out flat, as if smoothing a blanket. “I’m thinking about a carpet of grass over this whole area.” He held the pose for several seconds, then opened one eye to take a look.

“It’s not going to happen that fast. You’re not that powerful.”

“I know,” Sausage said in a sulking tone. “I just thought I’d try.” He laid down with his head on Scott’s lap, twig halo pressing into his hair. “I kind of want to get this done fast so we can go home, but at the same time I kind of want that home to be Heaven’s Reach? Pearl’s realm is nice and all, and also like home, but I still miss our home. This world has to have a place that looks like that, so maybe it’s better to stay here longer until we find it, and we could do a little something special to make it look like Heaven’s Reach, and it would be our mark on this world. A personal mark, not just what we’ve done to fix things.”

“We could do that…” Scott smiled down at him and traced a fingertip over the swirl pattern now making up his scar.

Sausage smiled softly back at him. “That storm god mentioned some mountains. Maybe we’ll find a place there.”

~*~

The rain tapered off shortly before sunset, so the two florans only took a quick walk around to check progress. The former chasms were now small ponds, but it would still take a little more time for greenery to reach them. Sausage was happy to see that the grass had actually advanced over the past day and he repeated his blanket-spreading ritual before they settled down again for the night.

The next morning, they decided to let the plants do their thing without extra help and set out to find the mountains Joel had suggested to them. Given the direction he had said they were in, Sausage and Scott figured he didn’t mean the mountain range that was at the far side of the area they were currently in.

Along the way they patched up any rough spots, calling up new growth where it looked like the greenery was struggling, and they used tree roots again to burrow around in search of more accessible water tables. They sprinkled around biome-appropriate flowers and improved the flow of streams where mud and gravel had spilled across interrupting the water’s path.

They came upon a set of cliffs with some type of ruins having fallen to the bottom when the top ledge had given way. It wasn’t as massive as the mesa ruins, but they did find a pit full of amethyst crystal shards, already partially buried by a landslide. They decided to cover it up some more so that a future explorer might dig it up later and get a shiny surprise.

Continuing on their way, they found traces of colorful stone along what might have been a road at one time. There were signs of an earthquake that became more apparent the closer to the mountains they got, until they had to start climbing over large chunks of rock that had clearly fallen down the mountain slopes.

Even though the temperature was dropping, they pressed onward to find out why Joel had singled out this place when it honestly looked like simple, normal erosion had been in play again. Their first clue was streaks of a red substance on the ground that wasn’t like the liquid redstone. Inspection revealed it to be some type of soil, but nothing was growing on it despite it cutting through regular grassy areas. In fact, when Sausage tried coaxing some grass onto it, the grass shriveled and died.

Scott glanced up ahead past a rise in the path. “Whoa.” He tugged on Sausage’s arm and jogged over the rocky hump. Before them, laid across several peaks and shallow valleys, were whole swaths of the red soil, along with the blackened scars of cooled lava flows.

Sausage studied the landscape. “I think we’re going to have to get some trees up here first before we can even begin to tackle this one. Any ideas for the red stuff? Do you think if I stand on it long enough it will become normal dirt?”

“You could try. Just don’t get hurt by it. I’m really not sure what that is, but it’s obviously preventing the land from healing itself. From the looks of this basalt, it should have been long enough for the grass to spread. There doesn’t seem to be a caldera, so this came from fissures, and had to have happened decades ago. I’m going to look around some more.”

“Okay! I’ll be right over here. Standing.” Sausage walked onto a grassy area, purposely leaking power so the grass would grow around his footsteps to make sure it responded, then he chose a block of red to stand on. It was about half a minute before he got antsy and started walking along the whole line of strange soil instead.

Scott explored for a while, taking in the extent of the damage. There did seem to be a concentration of the substance in one particular area, and below it was evidence of a large lava flow that had gone all the way down that side of the mountains. He returned to the other area and crouched down, placing his hand against the ground to get a sense if any plant life might have a memory of the fissures. What he got instead was a flash of extremely powerful magic that had been released, leaving an impression like a shockwave. It wasn’t what had caused the eruption or the corrupted soil – as the plants now told him it was called – but that magic had put a stop to the spread.

There was then a… silence, as if all life in the area had been temporarily quelled, and the plants had only resumed their existence – unfrozen, as it were – when the world itself began to breathe again.

Scott contemplated what that meant as he headed back to where he left Sausage.

“Hey, Scott! Look! It’s woorrrkiiiiing!”

The red around where he had been walking seemed to leech away, replaced by blue-green soil instead, and even a bit of grass had begun to grow at the edges. “Maybe I should give that a try,” Scott mused. He stepped onto the next nearest line of corrupted soil and walked back and forth, thinking about it turning blue-green.

After a few minutes nothing changed, whereas more of the spots around Sausage had done so. The former seraph halted and shrugged. “I guess it’s a ‘me’ thing. You could maybe work on something different? There’s a valley over there that looks okay. You could get a flower field going.”

Scott debated on what he wanted to do. “I’ll see what I can do with the basalt patches. It might be easier for me to get roots to start breaking it up than to do what you’re doing. And we should go collect some pinecones from the trees further down. I think it would be fine to sleep on the ground here, but we’ll still need some shelter for the night.”

“I’ll go get them! You see what you can do, then we can make a plan of attack!”

By the time Sausage returned, Scott had covered most of the basalt lines with a thin layer of grass. He hadn’t touched the ones in the spot with the biggest concentration of corrupted soil, choosing to leave it for another day – or even for an overnight campsite after they got the trees set in place.

“Let’s start them in that valley and after they’ve produced more pinecones, we can spread them out.” Scott took a few from him. He tossed one up into the air and neatly caught it, smiling. “This part shouldn’t take long.”

[ Chapter Three ]

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amchara · 1 year

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I have finished House of Earth and Blood (Crescent City 1) by Sarah J Maas and it was both the most engaging and enraging book I have read in a long time.

Spoiler-free verdict: If you enjoy gritty, urban fantasy setting with a decent murder mystery and larger conspiracy plot, with some great melding of usual tropes and fantastic plot twists- this is a book rec.

Character-wise and 'ship-wise... ehhh, okay. Sarah J Maas is an interesting author for me - I almost always enjoy her plots, when there is one that isn't being superceded by relationship angst.

I can take or leave most of her romantic ships arcs but I actually usually adore the platonic (sibling, friends, mentors etc) relationships. This book followed that same path - Danika and Bryce's friendship was EVERYTHING, honestly- sooo good, alongside Bryce's relationships with her parents, Ruhn and his friends, and her interactions with Jesibah, Tharion, the Viper Queen, etc. And even her friendship with Hunt, as it was developing into something more.

But somewhere along the way, SJM always seems to fall into the trap of... all male/female romantic relationships must kind of follow A/B/O dynamics or just borderline abusive Dom/sub kink dynamics.

It was less evident in this book than in ACOTAR series but there's still that gender essentialism that creeps in where, once it turns romantic, the man (sorry- in SJM parlance, the male 🙄) must turn into a possessive asshole who only thinks with his cock. And while I can accept that might happen with some of her characters as it seems to be coded into some of the fantasy races societies (ie. Fae), it also tends to rear its head in other characters where imo, it really doesn't make sense.

And it then bleeds into other characterisation and becomes a problem.

Spoilers:

I wanted to like Hunt more than I did. An angel who fell for love and a desire to change things for the better? Who has had 200 years of slavery to consider how he could take his revenge and what he'd do differently? Why then... was he so bland? *cries* Okay, I get traumatic woobieness (and I appreciated that was addressed and I did adore Bryce taking care of him in that one scene and all that...) but I still feel like there should be a ruthlessness and zealotry running through his core. He's a fallen angel so I want to see that grey morality!

Especially... when it was revealed that he had decided to lie to Bryce about the synth. I was so happy to see that twist and I was like YES, GIVE ME THAT RUTHLESSNESS AND GIVE NO FUCKS... and then, it all just fell a bit flat? Argh, I don't know how to entirely describe it except that he felt quite generic love interest™️ and limited personal development in his own character arc.

But that might be because SJM reverts to a lot of tropes (scents her arousal, purrs/snarls, gets overly angry protective over love interest) when she starts her romance arcs.

Maybe I'll enjoy Hunt a bit more now with his slave halo off- and as it seems like maybe the next book we'll actually deal more with the arc-angels.

Bryce suffered a bit from super specialness by the end too but honestly, I thought the reveals about her being another Starborn heir was earned - and intertwined enough with her trauma and history with Danika and foreshadowed enough throughout the book that it felt natural for her to save the city and close the gates with that power.

(that being said- SJM, stop cribbing from the Black Jewels Trilogy lol- the Drop being pretty much the same as when witches descend from their birthright jewel to their adult one)

Last things to mention... it was a kind of slow start but damn- those last two hundred/one hundred pages of the story? Whew- when the city was actually saved it was such a cathartic moment and I actually shed a tear and I did not expect that.

Anyway, overall- solid effort and I'm looking forward to the next book- I guess I'll just suffer through the tropey bs that seems to be SJM's jam.

Tagging @belle-keys because your rec was enough for me to decide to take a look at it.

#reader of books #sarah j maas #house of earth and blood #crescent city #hunt athalar #bryce quinlan

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smallraindrops-blog · 2 years

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Could we get a small part of whatever fic you choose? (for the ask thing)

Here have a small part of northern star that may or may not make the cut

“Urg. Starborn.” Hypnos wrinkled his nose. ”I hate that name.”

You paused, the rum halfway to your mouth and you slowly lowered it. “Really? I thought that would be a source of family pride and all.”

Hypnos held out his hand to the rum and you handed it over. He took a gulp and you stared. The line of his throat, of his smooth and exposed skin between open collar of the linen shirt.

“That is kind of the problem. It is a family pride thing.” He said but didn’t say anything else.

You nodded, mouth suddenly dry.

He took a drink, his mouth where yours was just moments ago.

He grimaced at the taste but handed the bottle. He stared into the fire as he leaned back on his hands, golden eyes bright in the warm light. Then his eyes found yours and you couldn’t look away.

He looked unworldly. The moonlight behind him, sticking on his white curls, giving him a soft halo. His lips, shiny from the rum. You took a breath, not expecting the ache in your gut. you wanted him.

You would give up all the gold on the ship just to know how his mouth part under yours, to know if he would make a sound as you deepen the kiss, taking him for yourself.

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boatem-kinhelp · 2 years

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Names + pronouns for a Starborne (origins) Scar? I know it isn't that Hermitcraft or anything, but it does contain one of the members, so I hope that's fine! Neutral preferably, but I don't mind masc and even a tiny bit of fem.

origins is perfectly fine!! any adjacent hc material (including members!) is more than welcome; plus i'm considering opening the requests to broader smp/mcyt and just keeping the theme/focus more on hermitcraft ^-^

(anyways!)

names:

- aries (the ram constellation)

- eclipse (astronomical event in which the moon covers the sun)

- galaxy

- halo

- heaven

- juno (roman goddess of youth, also the name of a spacecraft)

- mars (planet, also the roman form of the god ares)

- mercury (planet, also the name of the roman messenger god and an element)

- moon

- saturn (planet, also the name of the roman god of wealth and agriculture)

pronouns:

- ast/aster/asterself

- bri/bright/brightself

- ca/cas/tor/castorself

- cele/celes/celeself

- co/con/constellself

- di/dip/dipperself

- gala/galas/galaself

- glow/glows/glowself

- lu/lun/lunaself or lun/luna/luns/lunaself

- lyr/lyra/lyraself

- mete/meteor/meteorself

- mo/moon/moonself

- nov/novself

- star/starself

- or/orion/orionself

- po/polaire/polariself

#kin requests #origins smp kin #osmp kin #name requests #kin names #pronouns requests #kin pronouns #anon #mod scar #gtws kin #goodtimeswithscar kin #starborne!scar kin

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starbornsoulrider · 14 days

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you'll never believe what he did after this

#sso #star stable #star stable online #sso oc #my art #babyboy #halo starborn #originally this was gonna be something cute and sweet but it turned into a shitpost sorry

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celescion · 2 years

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・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . @bythieves : “ please don't go. “ 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

❝ VICTOR, PLEASE, ❞ eve sighed, the weight of the sky seeming to press down upon his shoulders. despite the dark of the night, faint motes of light SHIMMERED from his skin. the tell tale HALO of the starborn, now becoming more and more ever present as time dragged on. ❝ you know i don’t have a choice in the matter. ❞

even now as he turned away to pace, his feet seemed to hardly touch the marbled floors beneath. he’d known of the END to come since he was born; maybe that made it easier for him to deal with. or maybe he had been hiding away how he felt about the matter, as he did with so many other things. such was the duty of a ROYAL, and a starborn at that.

it hardly mattered. . . fate was fate, and there was nothing he could do against it.

despite his temperance, his apparent immunity to the fact of his destiny, his eyes drifted upward, glittering with unshed TEARS. fists balled tightly at his side, all he wanted to say stuck in his throat, STRANGLED in the pain in his chest. ❝ you’re really not making this any easier on me, ❞ he managed to get out, his voice strained with the single thread of control he was clinging to.

#bythieves #・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . EVERY WORD AS PURE AS HONEY. ❝ ANSWERED. ❞#me @ work : nobody look at me i'm experiencing agonies

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theoceanfaewriter · 3 years

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Do-overs

Merry Christmas @forthemorefortunate, from your ACOTAR secret snowflake. Have a great holiday!

A slight veer to the left…half an angle to the right…one smidge back to the left…and the sled goes straight into a snowbank.

Rhysand emerges, spluttering and coughing out a mouthful of white powder, and summons his best glare at the figure bent-double with laughter in the short distance, “That doesn’t count!” he shakes himself off with as much dignity as possible, grabs the sled, and determinedly marches back up the hill, “That’s a do-over.”

“Oh, like the last three times were do-overs too, Rhys?” it’s appallingly easy to lose a little bit of his annoyance to see the way pale daylight halos Feyre’s curls and makes her blue-grey eyes sparkle (or maybe that’s just her smile?) as she shakes her head, “Nice try. Concede now and I may consider forgoing our bet.”

“Hah!” it’s a little dramatic on his part (okay, it’s really dramatic), but Rhysand waves a hand through the air with a wild flourish and shakes his head, “Not happening, temptress! I will win this bet even if it kills me.”

“Considering how many times you’ve dunked yourself in the snow, and you failed to dress for the occasion,” she gives an unnecessary once-over to his (admittedly) lacking attire, especially when compared to her own – but that’s an unfair comparison, because even if he did own the right clothes for this, there’s no way he can pull off the winter look like the woman who makes snow boots and a ski jacket look fit for a runway, “that might be more of a prophetic statement than not.”

Rhysand’s nose chooses that highly inconvenient moment to mandate an audible sniff, and he waves away Feyre’s lifted eyebrow and knowing smirk. “’m fine.”

“…tell you what,” Feyre shifts her weight slightly with a grin that seems more genuine than devious (for once), “I’m feeling the Christmas spirit, so new deal: you make the next trip down without a crash landing, the hot cocoa – with extra whipped cream – is on me.”

It doesn’t entirely sit well with his pride to admit defeat to their original agreement, by virtue of not being able to compete for anything in the first place, but pride is taking a back seat to the greater issue at hand: he’s wet, cold, and a steaming mug of hot cocoa with his favorite topping is a siren’s call that he just can’t refuse.

“Deal.” They shake on it, then he mounts the sled, angles it just a little differently, and drops down the hillside.

Taglist: @sevenfreckles-for-sevenloves @starborn-faerie-queen

Let me know if you’d like to be added to my ACOTAR taglist!

#feysand #feysand fanfic #sledding fanfic #acotar secret snowflake #forthemorefortunate #nyka writes #theoceanfaewriter #acotar

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beingawizardisfunandeasy · 4 years

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Starborn Scion

Never be afraid to share your light.

[ ][ ] Starlight Eyes – Your eyes sparkle with unnatural starlight. In the dark, they glow. You are capable of seeing as if what you are looking upon is always well-lit. Additionally, at first level, you can always see the stars regardless of atmospheric conditions, as long as it is night time. At second level, you can always see the stars, as long as you wish to.

[ ][ ][ ][ ][ | ][ | ][ | ] Starfallen Certainty – Once you have survived a fall from the heavens, what on Earth can harm you? If damage from any given source is not greater than your level of Starfallen Certainty, it does not affect you at all.

[ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ] Heavenly Airs – You act strangely, an alien to the earthly things around you. It carries with it a strange charisma. You gain a d6 bonus per level of Heavenly Airs to social rolls to charm, impress, confuse, or terrify others with your oddity. You take a 2d6 penalty to rolls that require you to keep within the bounds of normal society.

[ | ] Vespertine Crown – When you are outside of direct sunlight, or similar bright light, a faint crown or halo made of points of light, as if a sheet of stars is floating behind your head, becomes visible. Anyone looking upon you will become certain in their heart that you must be some kind of royalty, or else have some equivalent rank, but will be equally sure that you do not belong to any government or group they know of. This effect is particularly pronounced on fae, who will universally treat you as if you are a visiting monarch of a foreign faerie court, with all the reverence and suspicion that carries.

[ | ] Starry Step – You have taught yourself to hang in the air as the stars do. You can step up onto thin air and remain still, as if you were standing on solid ground. You can use this ability to arrest a fall without harming yourself, or to cross a wide gap without need of a bridge, but you cannot step from thin air to thin air unless you are beneath starlight.

[ | ] Astral Gift – By cupping your hands and holding them out to a person, you can forge a tiny, floating star. It feels like a marble in the hand, but its glow obscures its physical shape. If the person accepts it, it becomes theirs, and for as long as they carry it they gain 1 temporary health, which, if lost, is restored when they step out beneath star light. If they rest in the presence of their star, they regain health at twice the normal rate. If they whisper to their star, you will hear it, and can reply in kind. They can destroy their star by crushing it in their hand, either restoring d6 health to them, increasing the level of the next spell they cast by one, or allowing them to deal d6 light damage to a target within 15 feet of them. You can only gift a person one star at a time.

[ ][ ][ ][ ][ ] Commune With The Stars – By sitting in silent contemplation beneath the stars, you can seek guidance from them in your life. Roll three d6. For each result less than or equal to your level of Commune With The Stars, you may ask one of the following questions:

In which direction does my goal lie?

How long will it be until I see my goal?

Which virtue will serve me best in the challenges to come?

You need not be referencing the same goal in all your questions. You will receive honest answers to each question you ask. Communing With The Stars requires two hours, or one hour if you have access either to equipment such as telescopes and an orrery or a quite place of beauty with a pool capable of reflecting the starlit sky.

#bawifae #rpg #character class #gimmick #arcanist #light #star #night #starlight #starchild #alien #space #scion #sorcerer #adept #fae #solar #astral #mage #warlock #wizard

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witch-of-tempests · 5 years

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Of Roses and Spring, of Dying and falling things.

Drabble below.

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The house of stars was full of laughter and joy at the beginning of spring. It would be a revel tonight, after the children went to sleep.

He had known this day was coming, it had been on his mind for a long time. With his extra armor though, it was hard to tell when.

But he was captain of the royal guard, a sun solider, the halo of the crown as the common folk liked to call him when the Royal consort and him visited the sea side cottage every now and again.

The captain of the guard is dressed in his finest armor, and as it is a celebration, he knows he is expected to dance once or twice, then resume his place by his charges.

It seemed unfortunately, that the little princess of stars wanted to be his charge tonight.

He loved the child, with her wildness and little smile that wasn’t innocent, but wasn’t too mischievous either. She was only four years old, and already was a force of nature.

He is sitting what might’ve been a broom closet when the little princess finds him.

He was wearing his bright armor, red and gold and white, rubbing his face wearily as he could feel the change that was to happen tonight. Or maybe tomorrow he wasn’t sure.

She’d peeked in, her twin brother, who shared his strong nose, giggling with her as they spotted him.

He looked up at the two, a matching set of mischief. And grinned.

“ Hello there troublemakers.” He says, sitting up straighter despite the pain of it.

They giggle again and rush him. Though only toddlers, he’s insisted on teaching them combat maneuvers.

The princess is always the tougher of the two, and launches herself up at him like a tiny bomb of Crinoline and silk, while her brother just hugs his leg.

“ Mamas looking bad.” She says. Her face falling into worry.

“ Very Mad.” Says her brother.

The captain grimaces. Not entirely from catching the royal heir in his arms.

“ That’s normal. She’s a bit on the stuffy side.”

Their mother, the Empress. The tyrant of the house of stars. He shudders thinking about what’s made her mad this time.

“ How about.” He says, scooping up the other twin, even though it sends a small jolt of pain through him. “ We do a raid on the confectionary table?”

The twins burst into gasps and chanting about doing said raid.

He rolls his eyes, neither of them are good at keeping a low profile but. He can work with that.

By the time however he gets to the table, almost ready for the bigger confections, he’s gathered four more of the royal children. The twins on his shoulders, The oldest prince following behind him, their two cousins trailing happily and the second prince holding onto his arms.

“ Themis, can you see any guards?” He asks the oldest of the group.

Themis, despite being only a few years older than the twins. Had a scary seriousness about her. He often chalked it up to her being born the way she was.

Sometimes the image of her with the bundle that was celestial waiting in the rain on the palace steps haunted him. The way her face had been so still. How she’d cling onto the squirming bundle. How haunted she looked, when he tried to offer her a mug of hot chocolate.

He was thankful for the older prince. Who had been the first to get a word out of Themis. Who’d simply wrapped a blanket around them both, and tried to steal the steaming mug from her hand.

Thunder was a clever boy, and usually the defacto defuser of the kids. His name was fitting in that way. Distraction from the real problem, but a comfort none the less.

Celestial nearly dove out of his arms and into the table when she spotted the cotton candy creatures, something that would’ve alarmed him had it been one of the twins or Little Wen. Who was always so even tempered.

But celestial simply went through the table, and popped out from under it. Grinning

“ I scared you!” She says, her mismatched eyes hopeful.

He chuckles “ yes. Yes you did.” And gently patted her head. She was always so cold, so so cold.

“ Celestial.” Said a voice that made his heart race. A voice that was honey, and caramel, and spun sugar on a Croquembouche and the little pastries within. A voice that always answered with a ‘yes’ whenever he asked to stay the night. A voice he knew his heart would turn to ashes without its warm and gentle sound.

The captain of the guard turns to face the owner of such a wonderful voice. Royalty did even begin to define what this sublime creature was. He grins, a lopsided but bright thing. “ Sorry. I worked them up.”

Gentle eyes turn to him, and he wishes his heart wasn’t made of buttery things. Because it melted, every time.

The crown wearing ethereal being smiles anyway, and nods. “ I see.”

Celestial toddles her way out of the table and grins up “ We’re raiding!”

The princess of stars pipes up “ You looked mad!” She reminds everyone.

The ruler chuckles softly and reaches up to pluck her from the massive shoulders of the Guard. “ Oh I was. You never sit still long enough to let me fix you up.”

His heart is a puddle as he watches the other nuzzle the little princess. Soft almost gold eyes narrow at him. “ And you, are supposed to have the night off.”

The captain flushed. Less from embarrassment and more from having those eyes on him.

“ Well I was gonna get up and come anyway so...I figured to be in uniform for it.”

A shake of a head, and a gentle hand touching his cheek. “ You are too hard working for your own good.”

How badly, his hand itches to hold the others there. To keep that warmth and love close forever.

They both suddenly feel..solemn. Reminded of what tonight will be.

His gentle, beloved ruler says softly “ You’ll be able to hold her. Before and after.” He’s reminded.

He does not feel like a royal halo. He feels like a man who might be freezing to death.

He cannot stop the way his eyes water. “ I know.” He says. Voice rough with grief.

The children largely, don’t notice the pain on the faces of the adults before them. Their focus is on the paper kites and lanterns being ushered into the grand ball room. But the princess, cradled in the arms of her mother, notices.

It is much later, when the captain is again, standing at a attention. A tiny floating cradle following behind him with a fussy newborn inside. Before him walks the Empress of stars, her crown shard of black glass that reflect to him his sadness. Her hair is pale gold, and her dress, designed to look more maternal, is the only sound besides the gurgles of the baby.

The newborn is beautiful. Tiny in her size, but beautiful. Her nursemaid, whos skin always seems a bit grey, had suggested her name. A beautiful name, that would surely buy the Empresses good graces.

The Consort of the house of stars is waiting for them when they arrive at the balcony overlooking the Palaces front lawn. Where the party goers were waiting to be let into the splendor of the house of stars.

The Empress steps up to the edge, and makes her announcement, her voice sharp.

“ My fellow starborn loves, I have a exciting announcement to make.”

The captain of the guard looks down at the tiny basket, where the little baby is looking back at him with sweet hazel eyes. But more green, like the sea she was born by. She’s barely is more than a day old. But she’s trying still, to look at the world. Her little lip quivers, and he reaches to gently give his hand to her. It’s so much bigger, so much he’s afraid to hurt her.

But she takes his finger, and squeezes hard.

He is glad for his visor, as it keeps his tears from being seen. He’s so proud of her. He is so in love with the tiny being.

He listens as the Empress explains the mother’s before have gifted them with something grand.

He scoops up the baby. Out of sight still. But he gets to hold her none the less.

He kisses her tiny head, gently rocking her. The hours apart where the nurses and maidens were getting the little one ready in the Queens room was heartbreaking for him.

The Empress of stars, scoops up the princess.

“ I have given you, my stars, My daughter. The heir to my throne, Cassiopeia.” She says. And the crowd roars with glee at seeing the princess.

“ And now my folk. I give you, another daughter. Captain of the guard, Iroh. “ she says, turning those sharp grey eyes to him.

“ Bring forth our newest addition.”

Iroh steps forward, handing over the bundle, as Cassiopeia, is given to him.

The Empress raises up the baby, his baby. His precious newborn. Who after today, he could never again claim was his.

He hugs Cassiopeia as he steps back. She too, he’s had to give to the Empress.

The consort of stars comes and joins the Empress, the honeyed eyes that meet his soothe him. That the consort will not allow the Empress to throw the little bundle off the balcony.

“ We, the house of stars, the crown and light that guides you. Give you our newest daughter.” The Empress says.

Cassiopeia looks, her eyes, as green as the ocean are worried.

Iroh listens as the name he’s picked, will at least always be his piece his baby will have.

“ We give you Artemisia Selene! Daughter of spring and Roses!”

#oc #artemisia selene kingstrom #drabbles

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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.

@crowleydowley feel free to tag anyone you'd think would like to ready about my ocs (if there is any lol)

#oc development #starla angel #antichrist!starla

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