#vinylvanity

      Well. I'm not actually a terrorist. Or anti-American. Or a lesbian.

Send “Little thing” and my character will tell you something as a child.

The lightning bolt on the young adult’s chest attracts Lia. It’s the only color around her body, save for the hair. But the symbol’s rapid and yellow—like Lia’s own self. The little one starts to shine to match it, a hand going to her mouth to chew a bit on her thumb.

"Lark? Wha’s that?"

The word and accompanied question are mumbled, almost too low for anyone to hear.

The spectrum around this one makes her frown, almost extremely so. Too chaotic, too ugly, too jumbled to even determine what exact color — she expected to see yellow like the lightning insignia, not something out of a old silent film that can’t decide on what color to use for itself!

In an act of defiance, Lia pushes at Mary’s chest, patting it. She’s oblivious to the black outfit, black boots. She only cares about one thing.

Give me an age and I’ll make a specific headcanon for my character(s) for that year of their life

By this time, Lia’s short bob will have grown out enough for adequate hairstyles. However, she really didn’t like having her hair loose; it was too much of a hassle when at the beginning of the school year with her new, full hair, kids her age (and older students) started to poke it, play with it and pull on it sometimes. They wanted to feel the Flash’s hair, sure, that was a bonus. But it was mainly because if she was really made of light, then that meant that Lia’s hair was sort of transparent, like rainbows in the sky or lasers.

It wasn’t, but it took Lia cutting out a great chunk of her bangs and dipping it in ketchup at lunch once to prove the point. She wept silently in the bathroom after over unbalanced hair. Needless to say, Bently was right there, comforting her…and trying to clean the cut hair, for gluing back later.

Thank whoever-may-or-may-not-exist for temp sol-hols. Didn’t take long for Celeste to find out, of course but she did comfort Lia about it too…and made sure that World’s Finest had the real story as well as ‘confronting’ certain parents.

"Well, lookie here," came the sugar frosted reply. "Kyle! It’s been too long. What can I do for you?"

He winced. Oh no. Great.

☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?

It's cold. That's the first thing he realizes. The second is he's trying to place where he is.

It's somewhere in the States; he knows he didn't leave the states chasing that villain. But now his ring is dead and he's lost and it's cold.

He fumbles with his phone, tapping through the numbers. Who could find him quickest? He frowns some as he flips through the contacts and pauses, his thumb hovering over the button.

Mary.

With the wisdom and speed of gods, she could certainly find him and get there fast. The real question was which Mary would answer?

His teeth chattering together tell him that he'll just have to trust it. He presses the call button and holds the phone up.

Ooh, ~scary~. Gonna give me cystic acne, old lady? [Mary stumbles back in a curtsy. The barely-there fringe of her skirt flares up mockingly, flashing Teddie with the sight of liquidly black underthings. A far cry from Mary’s crisp, snowy bloomers.]

Good lord, who let you into the adult playthings store without checking ID? 

[ She makes a face of obvious disgust. Who was she to call Teddie old?! Teddie was just starting her 30's and didn't have a wrinkle in sight!

But what in the world was this girl wearing? Teddie felt bad for whatever poor sacks raised this piece of work. Let me guess, grounded every other week for being a moron? Ooh, so edgy. You can sneak out at 3am wearing nothing but the wind. Heaven forbid Rani try out something like this before being properly informed about what the hell BDSM was and why you don't wear it outside the bedroom. Or Jacinta. Or Tiffany. She'd have all their heads, even if the last two weren't even technically her's. No shopping at Hot Topic for them.

Wait, when did Teddie start to sound so stiff? Oh yeah, her high school years were spent with braces and pleated skirts, her classmates wore leggings and windbreakers -- and in her day, girls didn't go around flashing their tampon string to the whole block in attempts to look threatening.

Good god she was starting to sound like Maxine. Hop off the old lady block! ]