#fork in kitchen amirite

[seasicksilver]

pov you attempt to save the world AND live out your goth dreams

[redrandomposts]

if they figure out that ivan is their grandchild they'd definitely want to sponsor him bc thats the quickest way they can offer protection without the rest of the star stream throwing a bitch fit i think 🤔 but if till wins the sponsorship they'd still help by showering ivan with coins upon coins lmao 😭. tho idr if constellations can regularly grant skills and stigmas to incarnations they dont sponsor without going through dokja-level loophole hunting. i do remb dokja getting a stigma from lee jihyes sponsor out of gratitude but that's about it.

GOD NOT THE UNLOVED SKILL LMAO CHRIST GODDAMN ABOVE 😭😭😭

all the tills are up in arms abt the system claiming ivan is unloved but meanwhile ivan is like 'lmao that checks out ,,, so anyways—' bc fork in kitchen, amirite ? 😔🤕

all the instances of ivan throwing himself straight into danger aside, what weapon would ivan use regularly ? like dokja and joonghyuk and jihye and heewon have their swords, sooyoung has her daggers (?), sangah has her thread, gilyoung has his bugs, yoosung has her beasts etc.

would he yeet meteors ? use a sword ? use an unconventional sword like those segmented whip swords ? spear ? polearm ? bow and arrow ? his fists ??? many possibilities fr fr

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HAHAHHAHA IMAGINE THIS!!!

ivan gets a weapon from his sponsor named "execution." and its the gun that shot at him.

and he has tools too! like, "collar," that only he and aliens can unlock.

new skill unlocked!

-chokehold: put someone under your protection by choking them.

(hades and persephone scrambling to get an excuse to send a skill down to ivan: what the fuck?? our grandbaby's into bdsm???

but actually its because of r6.)

-attention: an entity will not pay attention or see you until u steal something from them.

at this point, i think ivan's getting suspicious as to who his sponsor actually is...

and kdj is getting more and more confused as to why ivan actually is kinda op?? because, yknow, he never heard of the constellation before and he was worried about ivan's future but actually ivan is the GOAT.

[grisdidthis]

The Glenn Legacy: G1, Entry #1

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Let’s see what about this legacy challenge thing, then.

The Challenge: Make a family the strongest it can be over 10 generations.

‘kay. Gotcha.

The Rules: Start with a single adult sim made with the create-a-sim or bodyshop, male or female. 

Mmm. So. This here is our founder, Bimby. Her surname will be Glenn, because the hood she’ll be moving into was called Glennupon Bridges before it got cleaned out and resurrected. 

The rules also tell me I should pick an aspiration - any aspiration! We’ll go with Family, since she’s supposed to be the first of a Strong Dynasty and that won’t work too well for her if her lifetime goal is to have 20 lovers at once. Personality points can be assigned at will, so our girl Bimby is going to be painfully shy, very nice but not too nice, and average in all other areas. This, it seems, makes her a cancer.  *snerk*

Below you see Kleinestad City, the place Bimby is moving to. Kleinestad was ground zero of the zombie apocalypse, but since then the Undead have moved on and people have started moving back in. Just, not very many of them, because I haven’t gotten around to repopulating it after the Great Purge. They’ll come. Until then, we’re stuck with Bimby and the handful of NPCs that the game brute forces through the mods which are meant to prevent them from spawning.  

Start the family on an empty 5X5 Lot. 

Okie dookie!

As you can see, it’s not a very fancy part of town that Bimby is moving into, but since it was the only one with the required amount of empty space to place a 5x5 lot, it’s what she’s getting. She seems happy with it, though? Jumping rope, getting some exercise in. She probably shouldn’t be doing it in those tall ass heels, but it’s not like the game will let her break a leg, so. You do yours, girl.

While Bimby is busy building up that body skill, let’s get started on the house!

We’re down to $790 from her initial 20k, but the essentials are all there and I’ve laid a foundation - which is important, because if we’re working up to a mansion we don’t want to start at ground level and have to tear shit down later on. Bimby is, of course, unemployed - let’s grab that newspaper the nice NPC just left and find her a job. 

Bimby is going into politics! AND managed to gain 1 body skill from jumping rope! She also wishes for a bookcase (good, good, we want our sims educated and well-read) and to gain creativity points. Hmm. Selling some art on the side seems like it may help her get the funds to put a roof over her head, so let’s get her an easel. 

Bimby loves painting, it turns out! Perhaps because it’s the only thing fun there is to do on this lot other than jumping rope, eating, sleeping, pooping, taking bubble baths and leaving a thousand butterflies-in-jars around the place. Also, since she doesn’t have the money for a kitchen yet, she’ll will be living on instant meals for the foreseeable future.

Since the only other humans in this hood are the mail & newspaper delivery NPCs, Bimby’s social life consists of writing in her diary. (I’m fairly sure that it’s a mod that allows her to do this.) It’s kind of sad. I’ll need to find a way to get her some friends and, down the line, suitable romantic interests. (She has 600 days left until elderdom and we are only on Day 5, so there is no sense of urgency in getting her hitched and making babies. She can live a little and sort out her shit before she settles down.)

Yay, I finally got her circadian rhythm to resemble that of a normal human!

...or not. Who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to paint honestly pretty creepy faces? Bimby Glenn, apparently. Wow. Girl REALLY loves her some art.

REALLY LOVES ART. 

BIMBY. IT’S RAINING. GET INSIDE, YOU’LL CATCH A COLD IN THIS - oh. Wait. You don’t have a ceiling, that’s right. There is no such thing as an “inside the house” for you yet because you suffer from a severe lack of walls. Mmright. Don’t worry, we’ll fix it. At this rate you’ll max out your creativity skill in a couple of days. By then your paintings may be selling well enough to put a roof over your head at last, even if you don’t get promoted in the meantime because you always show up hungry/sleepy/smelling of armpit. 

Sooo Bimby’s first week in Kleinestad didn’t go swimmingly. Hopefully the next one will see her perk up a bit? (Her aspiration meter hit red two days ago and has only gone further down, I really need to work on fulfilling some of her wants rather than simply ensuring her basic needs are taken care of.) But heeeeeyyyy she just maxed out her creativity skill and her art is starting to rack up some actual money, so if she can smash out some more in her free time, exciting new things may be headed her way. Like ceilings!

In the meantime, interesting things are happening at work! Which, I’ve noticed, has yet to pay her. Must be some mod that’s causing it BUT POLITICIANS AMIRITE!

No, Bimby, you ARE getting that assistant. You’re not self-assured enough to answer questions yourself and furthermore, that shit is more likely than not to get your ass fired. Be smart about this.

See? Yay, moar charisma! Let’s put it to use and ambush that cute newspaper delivery girl, so that you can have a social interaction with another human being and perhaps even your first girlfriend! I mean, I was intending to make you a huge lesbo either way, but the fact that the only two other people around are female kind of seals your fate. 

This is Nancy Pasang! She has red eyes, which would normally disqualify her as a potential mate, but pickings are slim around these parts, so we take what we can get. And Bimby seems to hit it off with her! She definitely looks less morose than usual while hanging out. 

Sometime later, it becomes clear to both her and me (because look what her aspiration meter is at and what all her wants revolve around) that we need to get this woman laid forthwith. Since I don’t want to deal with the Matchmaker, we are using the Find-a-Mate crystal ball, and holyfuckingshit I didn’t realize how expensive that thing is, YOU BETTER BE WORTH THE MONEY AND GIVE ME SOMEONE QUALITY!

Yes, yes, we are indeed desperate. Give our Bimby some sugar, you overpriced bowling ball!

Oooohhh, look who popped up, what a coincidence! Unfortunately, Bimby didn’t time her request well. She had to run off to pee and eat, and Nance peaced out because she got tired of waiting for her date to finish her third instant meal. But they managed to build up their relationship to FRIENDS, and isn’t friendship (with potential benefits!) a wonderful thing?

Meanwhile, Bimby continues to not draw a salary (I really need to find out what mod is causing this) and not getting promoted despite her jobmeter being maxed out. Go figure. And now they’re asking for volunteers to do MORE free work, and because she’s nice by design and seemingly incapable of standing up for herself, the following bullshit ensues:

BOO, BIMBY’S CO-WORKER! BOOOOOOO!

Bimby comes home and goes straight to bed, exhausted, I’m guessing, by all the nonsense she had to put up with. Then we both think better of it and decide that before taking care of anything else, we’re having her quit the damn job. She has 0 interest in politics anyway and has made more money so far selling her weird abstract paintings. Because they weren’t paying her either way and the only benefit she got from wasting hours of her life there was not having to fork out money for lunch. So. 

YES!  BYE FELICIA!

Now our girl can use her new free time in more productive (and hopefully profitable) ways.

[moonlit-imagines]

In The Middle (Part 2)

Steve Harrington x Wheeler!reader

warnings:

a/n: <3

prompt: @lavender-writer: “Hey sorry but would you consider making a part 2 of this? I would absolutely love it.”

part 1

“Nance,” You closed the door in Steve’s face, “he’s asking me on a date.” You told your sister.

“And?” Your sister replied. “Do you want to go on a date?” You tilted your head back and forth. “Y/N, you don’t have to ask for permission, me and Steve are over and have been over for a while, what he does is none of my business.” She pulled you into a hug. “Now go, have fun, don’t do anything stupid.”

“Thank you, Nancy.” You rushed out the door and gently shut it. “Okay, Harrington, show me what you have planned.” He was victorious.

“Gladly.” Steve took you by the hand and brought you to his car. He turned the key to ignition and headed for his house.

“Really, Steve?” You rolled your eyes.

“What? I’m not trying anything, I just want to make you dinner.” He explained. You cocked an eyebrow.

“You can cook?” You asked in disbelief.

“You’d be surprised.” Steve winked at you and pulled into the driveway. “Now, come on, it’s time for me to treat you.” He brought you inside and catered to you, making sure you were comfortable while he made dinner.

After about an hour, Steve emerged from the kitchen to announce that dinner was ready. He set the table and sat you down in the dining room.

“What do you think?” Steve asked as you observed everything on the table.

“I’ve gotta taste it first, Harrington.” You grabbed a fork and he watched as you took your first bite. You nodded approvingly. “Impressive, Steve. Very Impressive.”

“Why, thank you.” The two of you talked throughout dinner about crazy experiences you had, both life threatening and not so much. Shared trauma, amirite? After dinner, he grabbed his car keys. “Wanna head to the arcade?” You followed him to his car and took a trip to the arcade. He was loaded with quarters and you played tons of two-player games. He had no idea that you were so good at video games. You played a few single player ones with him cheering you on in the background. Once you ran out of quarters, the date was over.

Steve drove you back to the Wheeler residence and walked you to the door.

“Thank you for tonight.” You kissed him on the cheek and grabbed the door handle. “I think it’s safe to say there’ll be a second date.” Steve fought back a smile and watched you enter the house. He had to play it cool, but the moment that door shut, he silently celebrated on the way back to his car.

Your family was gathered in the living room, of course. Mike probably let it slip that you were going on a date with Steve.

“So? How was it?” Nancy approached and hugged you.

“Amazing.”

[imagines-mha]

May I please request Kuroo, Ushijima, Kenma and Oikawa relationship and proposal headcannons please? Thanks, my Irish beauty!

Omg Irish beauty hahahaha ur so sweet!! Also of course u can^^

Kuroo

❤️ A relationship with him is two words: never boring. He’ll literally be ALWAYS filled with conversation and different things for you both to try- there will never really be a dull moment between you both

❤️ You guys would travel a lot, and he would make it his priority to travel the world with you by his side

❤️ You’d love adventure- and you would 100% be the type to go on really wild safaris etc just to experience all you can

❤️ He would be such a teasing, playful boyfriend. Short? Be prepared to be BULLIED. Wear glasses? BULLIED. Clumsy? BULLIED. It’s all playful tho and u know he only does it cus he loves these things abt you bro

❤️ Prank wars ALL THE TIME LITERALLY 24/7 BASICALLY. Includes a side of Bokuto. Sometimes you and Kuroo will go against Bokuto and Akaashi and it’s so chaotically perfect plus you guys always win

❤️ He CAN be so romantic when he wants to be, and has chivalry hidden in every crevice of his body he’s clearly also a daddy lmao but behind his dorky, sciencey exterior lies a romantic nerd who will sweep you right off your feet

❤️ When he wants to propose- he does it right. Romantic Kuroo takes the reigns. He’ll definitely take you out somewhere you both know very well- like where you guys went on the first date. He’ll have a little speech planned and everything it’s so cute

Ushijima

💜 Big confused babie??? In a relationship??? This only means 1 thing= adorable

💜 He is sO caring and polite. A true gentleman: he will call during your breaks at school/ work, he’ll bring you home things that remind him of you, he’ll spoil you when he can. He’s amazing

💜 He’s still quite stoic, but lets himself talk more and smile a little wider around you. You make him happy and he’s comfortable showing that to you.

💜 Very loving. He’ll hide ZILCH of his feelings (“why should i? I love them- so they deserve to know how i feel inside”)

💜 Lots of missing common sense though. He’s so intelligent but damn he will stare at the microwave for 3 minutes straight wondering if he can put a fork in there or not PLEASE BBY

💜 When he wants to marry you, he knows how to go about it properly and enlists help from the Shiratorizawa Angel™️ Reon Ohira, who helps him plan out everything

💜 It’d be a simple proposal- and he would do it somewhere you guys were alone so he didn’t cause a huge fuss. He loves you and he only wants YOU to hear the words he has. He’ll be soooo nervous tho but it’s adorable

Kenma

🐱 Quiet boy. When you get him into the relationship he’s like a cat: very weary at the beginning but as time goes on he becomes your other half

🐱 Whenever you guys get super close, he’ll show his humorous side a lot more. This is basically him making sarcastic puns and dry, borderline offensive humour all said with a blank expression. He has you in fits of laughter

🐱 You guys are the relationship with 937 inside jokes that only you could even begin to understand. Even if you tried explaining them it’d still sound so confusing but that’s what makes them golden

🐱 Video games galore- y’all would just sit for days and play together while eating junk food and not caring about your health

🐱 He’s so snuggly though. When he begins to get tired he sprawls out on your lap and snuggles into your side and u just wanna tuck him in and kiss his little head omg he is babie

🐱 He’ll propose to you AND HE’s SOOO SHY. It’s like small, timid kenma from before rises to the surface and you haven’t seen it in so loNG so ur confused until you realise

🐱 He just looks at you, sighs a bit, runs a hand through his hair and then presents the ring Kuroo helped him choose (and it’s beautiful). You know it’s real when he proposes, because he’s never usually the type to make such a move so he’s in it for the long run bro 😎

Oikawa

💙 A relationship with this man just screams drama amirite so make sure you can handle....him

💙 He’ll always be so flirty though, and will leave you blushing after every single conversation for at least the first year like he has skill™️

💙 Really romantic moments: going out for dinner, dancing around the kitchen at 3am, twirling you and kissing your cheek. It’s something straight out of a movie

💙 However he’s also sooo super dorky. Late nights watching buzzfeed unsolved? Yes. Alien conspiracies while sitting on the roof of your house at 3am? Check. Binging stranger things until morning? Boom

💙 You’ll see his dorky side and he’ll trust you with everYTHING. He’ll also flaunt you as much as possible all over social media, and will be your no. 1 supporter as long as you’re his

💙 When he wants to marry you he wants to make it as glamorous and memorable as possible. He considers doing it during a match, but then realises it would maybe be a little TOO MUCH (thank u iwa for telling him tht)

💙 He proposes so sweetly though: getting down on one knee, taking your hand in his, looking up at you with those large, chocolate eyes and telling you exactly what you mean to him. The ring will be so beautiful and you just CAN’T say no to this boy

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

A Story About Pancakes

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It is a fine spring/summer/fall/what-the-fuck-ever day when a middle-aged white soccer mom named Beverly enters a restaurant. The restaurant is nondescript but uncrowded, perfect for sunday brunch with the family. The family in question consists of her husband, Mr. Hetero McWhiteman, looking rumpled yet masculinely assured in his charcoal gray suit and “fun” novelty tie decorated with puce dolphins, as well as their 2.5 children. The daughter is in a tutu; the son in a soccer uniform. The .5 is cloaked in blankets and mystery, safely ensconced in a stroller the mother wields from the hip like a fuckin gangsta. 

They are escorted to a table by a waitress with frizzy red hair. Her name is Abigail but Beverly and Mr. Hetero McWhiteman do not bother to read it as they peruse the menu. They quickly realize it contains only one item: pancakes. They are slightly confused but laugh it off. Pancakes are pretty much one of the only food they can convince the children to eat, anyway. They place their order and Abigail relays it to the kitchen.

Twenty minutes pass, and just as Mr. Hetero McWhiteman’s face is beginning to burn puce as his dolphin tie with stress and indignation- TWENTY WHOLE MINUTES of his VALUABLE LIFE, WASTED? How DARE they? What is America coming to?- abigail returns, and places a single plate on the table.

Silence falls like a leaden shroud.

A cake, frosted with three brightly colored stripes, sits on the table, bold as one of those prostitute-whores Beverly used to know in junior high, the kind that wore knee-length skirts without thick black tights underneath. Heathen skanks.  Mr. Hetero McWhiteman picks tentatively at the pink stripe on the cake with his fork. Shooting a look of paternal concern at his wife’s tender pussy, he asks if eating pink frosting will turn him gay. Beverly nods yes, and her husband slowly lowers his fork to the table, ashen-faced by his brush with calamity. 

Following in his father’s proud tradition of Masculinity TM, the son pushes his fork away, claiming he ‘dont want no homo food’. His display of manly strength earns him  a hearty pat on the back from his father, but, alas, the pat was too strong, and the boy’s proud young masculine spine snapped in half. 

The daughter screams and sobs. Women, amirite? Probably on her damn period. Beverly tries to comfort her progeny, claiming that her brother is in heaven with jesus, but that does nothing to alleviate the daughter’s misery. No, rather than mourning her lost brother, she was sobbing because she had taken one bite of blue frosting from the bottom of the cake, and just as persephone could not escape the underworld after eating the first pomegranite seed, she could feel all her glorious femininity slipping away, turning her into a Boy. Her pigtails shoot back into her head, and in place of her seventeen hair bows, a baseball cap began to sprout. 

The .5 watched from the sidelines, uncertain but amused, as Beverly let out an enraged shriek, turning on Abigail. “This-this cAKE,” she sputtered angrily. “Has RUINED my family. I didn’t even order a cake- I ordered pancakes!”

“I’m sorry, miss,” said Abigail, lowering her head. “would you like to speak to the manager?”

“YES!” beverly cries. 

Abigail scurries into the kitchen and I emerge, resplendent in nothing but a hot pink bedazzled apron and a chef’s hat that says “big succ” and, of course, my customary cape. “iI heard you wanted to speak to me, madamoiselle?” I say in a fake french accent as I twiddle my fake mustache. My mustache falls off, so I brush it under the table with my foot.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do!” Beverly declares, hands on her hips. “My family and I came here for a tasteful plate of pancakes, but instead, we were given-” she gestures angrily at the cake. “-this!” 

“Ah, but that is where you misunderstand, m’lady,” I say, tipping my chef’s hat as I peer at Beverly from behind my sick gucci shades. “We don’t serve pancakes here.” I move my arm to point at the cake, and as I do so, the pink, yellow, and blue striped flag I wear draped over my shoulders as a cape flutters behind me. “We serve pancakes.”

[nightglider124]

Learning

I was watching Moana the other day and her little baby waddle was too cute and then obviously, Mar’i came to mind.

Because, let’s face it. We all love a bit of domestic DickKory with their offspring, amirite?

A warm smile formed upon his lips as her two little fists gripped his thumbs tightly whilst he aided her on her apparent mission.

"Easy, Starshine. We don't want you toppling over." Dick soothed as he watched his daughter wriggle in frustration.

A twinkling giggle sounded from a metre or so in front of them.

"Was it not you who once said you must learn to fall before you fly, my love?" She quipped, giving him a teasing smile.

Dick playfully narrowed his eyes at his wife, "That I did, Star but... it's different with her."

The dark haired girl who was on the very edge of waiting and was raring to move, glanced up at her father, blinking her giant emerald eyes at him in anticipation.

He sighed, "Ready Mar'i?"

Squealing, the almost 1 year old bounced up and down, signalling her answer.

"Okay..." He stated, hesitantly releasing her tiny hands, "Go to mama, sweetie."

Mar'i blinked at first as if all had gone from her mind. Instinct told her to get down on her knees and merely crawl. Another part of her, told her to keep moving on her feet.

Tendrils of ebony hair fell around their baby's face as she glanced down at her toes, which she subsequently wriggled against the material of the carpet.

Looking up again, the familiar face of her mother filled her vision.

Starfire reached her arms out in Mar'i's direction, cooing and smiling, "Come, my little bumgorf. You can do it!" She sang, closing and opening her hands in rapid succession.

A great big smile formed on Mar'i's face and she was immediately drawn to her mother's voice, laced with enthusiasm and warmth. She brought a wobbly foot up before planting it down again just in front of her.

It was a little step, but a step nonetheless.

Mar'i looked around at her father, who was still cautiously watching, hands at the ready to catch her if she fell. Something she would later learn that would always be a thing within her family. Her parents, always ready to catch her when she needed them to.

With a delighted giggle, Mar'i clapped her chubby little hands and walked another step, and another, her eyes on her mother's kind face.

As she neared somewhat closer, her green eyes brightened at the prospect of how close her mother was now. She reached out her hands towards the red headed woman and made an abundance of determined noises.

Starfire breathed a laugh and shifted so that she was sitting on her knees, "Yes! You are almost there, my little one!" She bubbled, coaxing her little girl even closer.

Mar'i waddled, finally getting to grips with this whole "walking" thing. Her plump little legs hurried along, desperate to get a hug from her mama.

Just a few more steps.

With a high-pitched squeal, Mar'i deliberately fell forwards, allowing Starfire to scoop her up beneath her arms. She giggled as Starfire beamed and held her up high, all the while with Mar'i still kicking her legs in joy.

"Oh! Well done, my little Mar'i! Oh, I am so very proud of you!" Starfire fussed,

She brought her back down and cuddled her baby close, kissing her mop of dark hair. Mar'i felt the warmth in her cheeks. She was tired but she felt extremely happy, her mother's cheerfulness clearly evident in her.

Mar'i lifted her head from Starfire's chest to watch as her father crawled over to sit before his two girls. He grinned down at her and pressed loving kisses all over her adorable face, ruffling her black hair with his hand.

"That's my girl!" He praised, giving her chin a little tickle causing her to squirm.

Starfire smiled softly as a mischievous giggle sounded from Mar'i. She rested her cheek atop her daughter's head as her dark green eyes drifted up to meet Dick's cobalt ones.

"Our baby is growing up so fast..." She murmured, tightening her arms around the girl in question,

He returned her wistful expression before smirking and wriggling his eyebrows at her, "Well then, I guess we'll just have to make more, huh?" He cheeked,

Starfire rolled her eyes and gave him a light kick with her foot.

He chuckled, "What? You wouldn't be opposed to having more, would you?"

She gazed at him. His voice betrayed his nonchalant façade. She could hear it; the hope that was laced within that small statement.

"You wish for more, my love."

He swallowed, "Only if you want to..."

Stretching her free hand across the space between them, she caressed his thigh with a gentle expression, "Perhaps we should."

His eyes lit up, "Really?"

Starfire nodded, a warmth pooling in her belly at how excited he got at the mere suggestion.

"However, we shall discuss that later." She told him, turning Mar'i upon her lap,

"First, I believe this little one deserves some of the zorkaberry pie, no?"

Mar'i perked up immediately, blinking at her with a pleading expression.

"Would you like that, Mar'i?" She cooed, rubbing her baby's little belly.

The ebony haired girl nodded quickly and beamed at her mother, showing her desire for the aforementioned treat.

"You spoil her too much with sweets, Star. She's already a chub." Dick pointed out, earning a sudden glare from his daughter,

"She deserves it. She has been working so very hard at walking." Starfire countered, causing Mar'i to smirk.

Dick raised an eyebrow at his daughter, "Alright, alright. I'll go get some, your highnesses."

He jumped to his feet and wandered into the kitchen, leaving Starfire with their child.

"Mm, daddy worries too much..." Starfire whispered,

Mar'i giggled, playing with a piece of her mother's gorgeous red hair.

"Oh, Mar'i... you are learning things so quickly. It shall not be long until your powers begin to develop." Starfire smirked, "Daddy will love when that happens."

Her daughter let go of her hair and tilted her head. Starfire stared down into her tiny face and brushed some of her dark locks behind her ear.

"Mm... you may discover your flight soon... or your strength... or..." She trailed off and lifted the hand that was not wrapped around Mar'i, supporting her.

Starfire's hand lit up, a starbolt surrounding her fingers. The bright green was dazzling and Mar'i was in an instant trance. She always loved seeing her mother's powers. The energy from her was so sparkly and bright. It was hard not to stare.

Mar'i carefully reached out a hand to touch the glowing energy, only for Starfire to pull her hand slightly out of reach whilst biting her lip.

She didn't know what would happen if Mar'i got too close yet. She was only half Tamaranian. The human side of her was what conflicted her. Dick had got several burns over the years after getting a bit too close whilst she held a starbolt.

With big, questioning eyes from Mar'i, Starfire decided to take a chance.

She carefully brought her hand back for Mar'i to touch. Their child; a tiny girl with absolutely no fear. She dove straight in and lifted a hand into the mass of green light.

Starfire blinked; shocked that Mar'i was in fact playing with the energy of the starbolt, apparently amazed by it.

Mar'i cooed and giggled as she played whilst Starfire could hardly move, extremely surprised that she had no burns or abrasions and showed no sign of pain. She tilted her head, assuming that it was highly likely her little girl would indeed inherit her starbolts. It was the only reason for her apparent immunity.

"Dick..." Starfire hissed, trying not to disturb her daughter,

She could hear his humming from the kitchen and rolled her eyes, inwardly mocking his constant statement of "superb hearing".

"Richard..." She called, a little louder.

Nothing.

"Dick!" She called, only jolting Mar'i a little in the process.

He appeared at the doorway immediately, panting.

"What's-"

He paused at the sight.

Starfire held her breath and smiled at him.

"How... how is she doing that?" He asked, carrying the bowl of zorkaberry pie for his little girl.

Starfire shook her head and let the starbolt die so Mar'i could chow down on the confection Dick had brought out.

Whilst Mar'i began chomping happily on the pie, Starfire watched her.

"I... she must have an immunity... perhaps it is because she already has the same ability or because she is half Tamaranian... or because she is simply my child... it is extraordinary..."

"Great." Dick huffed, crossing his legs on the floor, "So, I'm the only one in this family who gets burnt from starbolts. Awesome."

Starfire giggled and softly touched her husband's cheek.

"Do not pout, my love. You are so very skilled at most things, it would be unfair if you were also starbolt resilient." She grinned,

He gave into a small smirk and kissed the palm of her hand that was still resting against his face. Reaching up, he laced their fingers together and glanced at his daughter who was a zorkaberry mess right about now.

"I am not on face washing duty with our little darling, tonight. Mommy lets her have pie, mommy can clean said pie from her face." Dick snarked,

"That sounds quite fair." Starfire shrugged,

He sighed, "So... do we have any idea when her powers will start coming through?"

Starfire shook her head, stealing a forkful of Mar'i's treat, "No." She said after swallowing the bite, "it is difficult to pinpoint when exactly they will start showing. My powers are not ones from birth, as you recall... they will be a surprise, I am certain."

Dick groaned and leaned his head back against his shoulders, "Powers and later, transformation... Tamaranian physiology is fuuun." He droned,

His wife smiled and tugged him closer, pecking his lips, "This is what you signed up for, Mr Grayson... remember?"

He smirked, "Yes. I certainly do."

[moth--mallow]

🟡It's funny caz some of your tags are what I think Oscar does as well in some of my head cannons for him

🟢I could all set see Oscar going and standing in front of a mirror just to argue with ozpin

🟠Like I get the feeling Ozpin wants to stand on a stool when he talks to the others because he was so used to being 6,6 I believe that's what his height is stated to be

🟢And Oscar about 5,2-5,4 now

🔴I think Ozpin like to drink hot chocolate or ice coffee or coffee with a lot of sugar in it but Oscar after getting introduced the coffee by Nora

♥️he just likes to drink straight black coffee and ozpin is so upset about it he always ask Oscar to eat some chocolate or at least as some sugar to his coffee

🟠and Oscar is just sitting there eating a toast with nothing on it super dry and Downing a big cup of black coffee

🔵He will only drinks black coffee and Ozpin is in his head crying 😂

🔘 Oscar dyes his hair Ozpin will really be done with everything

pov you attempt to save the world AND live out your goth dreams