#yellow flasher

[mariocki]

Thirty Minute Theatre: Not Counting the Savages (BBC, 1972)

"I didn't look round, of course, but when I went round to tidy the other side of the grave, I... became aware of a man standing up against the wire fence. At first I thought that he'd caught his handkerchief or something white on it, and then I realised what it was."

"What?"

"He was exposing himself. Exposing himself to me."

"Well, you've seen one before."

"But I was... I was terribly upset. You can't know how distressed I was! I still am."

"Why? You're an old woman. Why should you be upset? It was play-acting. You're an old woman."

[yellow-flasher]

(You liked for a kiss!) She ruffles the top of his head, grinning before kissing his cheek. Making sure her lipstick stains it.

Minato didn't actually expect Tsunade to actually walk straight up to him. A brow raised, "Y-Yes, Tsunade-sama?" Then a hand came down on his head, ruffling up his golden yellow tufts. Followed by a quick kiss against his pale cheek. A blush burned his cheeks with a faint glow, as he was left a bit bewildered. "Ah— Thank you. Though I am not a kid anymore you know—"

[reidslovely]

Just a Tap

Synopsis: Before they were Peter and Bashful they were strangers with an annoying (semi-traumatic) meet cute.

Pairing: Frat!Peter x Fem!Reader/OC

CW: None really, car accident? maybe if you can count that. Swearing.

Reblog or comment in place of liking this post, pretty please.

Pulling out of ESU parking structure six was a hell fest. There was a constant flow of traffic that seemingly never let up, and a ton of pedestrians that would either wait for all the cars to pull out before crossing the path, or simply used the heavy traffic flow to their advantage. (Y/N) pushed her head back into her seat frustrated, why was New York traffic such a nightmare. The highway traffic started to let up and she sat straight up breathing a sigh of relief. 

“Fucking finally.” 

She looked right and then left before letting off her gas, letting her car roll. Out of nowhere a skateboarder rolled in front of her, causing her to barely tap him with her car. But still she felt terrible. She slammed on her breaks, her hands flying up to her mouth. The boy slammed his hands on the hood of her car, throwing his hands up. He was quite obviously laughing at the situation, and did not seem injured at all. Placing her car in park and throwing her flashers on she basically threw herself out of the vehicle, the skateboarder had already started walking away tossing a look over his shoulder. (Y/N), however, was frozen in place. 

“I am so sorry, are you okay? Do you need a ride?” She yelled after him, looking over her shoulder to make sure no other cars were leaving behind her. 

“I’m good! Just wanted to play it up a little bit.” 

 He laughs, turning, his skateboard in hand. “We should both watch where we are going next time.” He yelled back smiling. “You’re too pretty to be hitting boys with your car.” 

(Y/N) shook her head, swallowing the tears that had built up in her eyes. How could he just be joking about this. Then she saw the shirt: yellow with a red Theta Tau logo on it with ‘ESU est. 1930.’ stitched below it. Frat boys. Suddenly she felt less bad for tapping the bleached blonde with her car. 

“But I skate through here the same time everyday, maybe don’t hit me next time okay?” 

“How about I make sure I don’t miss next time?” She yells back getting into her car, now annoyed that he found the whole interaction funny when she was trying to be sincere. The blonde smiled in response, she watched him turn and skate away. She checked both ways multiple times and pulled onto the road heading to pick her friend up from work.

- 

Fraternity row was lit up in all different colors, the first football game of the season had just ended and the whole street was celebrating the victory. M.J. wrapped her arm around (Y/N) as they walked down the street. 

“Come on you seriously can’t still be hung up on the douchebag that skated out in front of you. He was in the wrong not you, he was jaywalking..jay..skating? Doesn’t matter.” The red head shook her head, her curls shaking. “He’s a dick for that and I’ll tell him if we ever see him. Now please relax and party. Please, it's the first big frat crawl of the semester.” 

“Fine..yeah, you’re right.” 

“I know I am.” M.J. kissed her friend's head, and started to say something else before being cut off. 

“Hey! Watson! Hey!”

M.J. and (Y/N) turned their heads quickly trying to spot the voice that came blaring towards them. A head of blonde hair was in front of them in seconds. A lanky guy stood before them engulfing M.J. in a hug which she gladly returned. “Oh my god. Osborn you scared me, hey this is my roommate and friend (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Harry the guy I was telling you about.”

Harry Osborn was a name you were all too familiar with. M.J. had been in love with him since summer orientation when they met and got stuck in the elevator together. They’d been talking ever since. 

“Hey nice to finally meet you.”

“Yeah you too.” Harry smiles at her. “Hey, why don’t you guys come into Theta and party?” He offered up, pointing in the direction of the bright yellow door contrasting against the white siding of the huge house. 

“Look at that line, no thanks.” (Y/N) laughed.

“No no it’s my frat, well I’m a pledge but I can get y’all in come on.”

-

(Y/N) stood against the back wall of the party, a black plastic cup in hand as she sipped the vodka sprite mixture out of it. If she could fold in on herself she would, she didn’t even like frat crawls. She only went because M.J. begged her, and she didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to hang out with her. However, M.J. was nowhere in sight. Osborn had stolen her away as soon as they got into the house. 

“Well..look who it is.” A voice pooked around the corner at her, she jumped slightly. “Oh come on don’t be bashful. You already hit me with your car.” 

It was the blonde guy from yesterday, he leaned against the wall next to her. Smiling at her slightly. “I said I was sorry, you walked out in front of me.”

“I did yeah sorry. But it’s really rude of you.” (Y/N) stomped her foot wanting to crawl in a hole and cry. “I didn’t mean too hi-”

“No not that. I mean not asking for my name..it was the least you could do after all.”

Her brows furrowed, mouth forming a smile ‘o’. Her eyes feel to the ground and she bit the inside of her cheek. 

“Peter Parker..and you?”

“(Y/N) (Y/L).” 

Peter smiled and slid down the wall sitting on the floor, waiting for her to join him. 

“Nice to meet you (Y/N)…again.”

Wrote this very quickly this morning because the lab is empty and have no one coming in until later.

[emayuku]

SONGBOOK: The Big Band Singers II

The Big Band Singers: Tanjuro Kamado, Van Hohenheim and Minato Namikaze

Starring Elizabeth Mayuku and the American Standards Ensemble

This season’s lineup highlights the music and times of the greatest 20th century American composers and singers.

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@tanjuros 

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[heliosthegriffin]

The Flasher- Remnants Greatest Hero

Summary: Jaune has a semblance! And not just any semblance, but he has one with world changing levels of power!

But at all costs, he cannot let it ever be traced back to him! Or his life will be ruined forever! So, under the cover of night, a hero rises in Vale, one to save others like no other!

.... Gods help them all!

----

Jaune sighs as he leaves the shower, drying his hair throughly, and preparing to dress for bed.

Pyrrha’s training might be fast-pace, but damn she was the best teacher he had ever had.

Sorry, not sorry, Ms. Goodwitch

He notices that his dorm is empty, with no note or words to explain it.

Jaune shrugs, towel falling off his waist, heading to his drawer.

But, his attention is drawn to Nora’s bed, where her scroll was blaring at full volume.

The sound of a emergency alert goes off from the Scroll.

‘Critical emergency at Vale First National Bank!’  Jaune stiffens, his hands going for his boxers. ‘Calling all available huntsmen and aura-trained personnel to assist! The building is being assaulted by armed individuals who seem to posses aura-training!’

Jaune looks at his open dresser drawer, and sighs, “Duty calls,” ducking to look under it, and pulling out a innocent looking box.

He unlocks it like open the door to his house, then flipping open the cover, and his face full of resigned dread.

---

At Vale First National Bank!

---

“Gods help us! We’re being massacred!’  Police Chief Almond screamed into his radio as he was flung across the street. His aura barely protecting him from being turned into a red smear on a wall as he bounces off, watching as his men were being toyed with by the goons of the monster that was strutting over to kill him.

The man was balding, short, and squat. Looking like particularly mean toad, and a presence that made one expect to start croaking.

But his trashcan like figure was a ruse that distracted from a monstrous strength that could have only been gained from semblance combined with years of training. 

Skin, currently, a stark grey, and eyes, a cruel yellow, he grinned down at the Chief, his skin moved like plastic with water pushing underneath around, as the concrete below him cracked and shifted, moving over the man.

“I told ya Chief, dive in the deep-end, be ready to hit the bottom.” The stone man grinned at him.

“Like I could let this happen” The chief spat out a thick glob of blood. “My saving are in that bank!”

“Oi, that’s a little selfish!” The stoneman laughed. “Oh well, say goodnight to Vale, Almonds!” The stoneman picking up Chief Almonds by the the collar and getting ready to smash his head to bits.

“You won’t get away with this Mason!”

“Don’t need to get away, just need to smash, and smash, and smash, till everybody realizes they ain’t getting the money back!”

It was then, with the sound of a thousand ass-cheeks clapping in sync, that a new factor was added to the pandemonium. Dropping from the sky like a falling plane, breaking the concrete beneath his feet, was a masked figure with steam and sweat flowing off his body!

Both Mason and Almond were stunned, along with the fighting police and goons.

“You!” Mason drops Almond.

Almonds mouth is agape. “You’re that vigilante!”

A police officer blushes at the sigh. “The Blonde Fascination!”

“The Streaker of Vale!” A goon stammers through a blush.

“It is I! The Flasher!” The blonde pointed at himself, “Here to help you defenders of justice!’

The cloud around the vigilante disappears, revealing the hero. Quite the hero indeed with a body fit for a god! Build like a statue! Pure and clean marble like skin! Legs like tree trunks and arm thicker than four baseball bats taped together! Muscles more fit to be used for a suspension bridge! Abs that you could wash clothes on! Veins thicker a mans finger running across his arms and legs!

With nearly all of his body nearly on display, if not for the domino mask covering his eyes, the high-collared red cloak that hung off his mountainous shoulders fluttering in the breeze, and clinging tight to his package was a dangerously thin pink thong.

Not that it did much to hide anything, with it bulging out like a puffer-fish that sure that shark was looking at it funny.

The Flasher wearing nothing else, other than a embarrassed blush.

Almond turns his head away, looking at Mason. “You can kill me now.”

Mason inches back from the Flasher. “Ugh, nah. Moment’s ruined.” He looks with contempt and disgust at the Flasher. “I want nothing to do with... that!” And makes a break for it, his stone-heavy feet cracking down the street.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me, I’m trying my best at being a hero!” The Flasher says his voice breaking, appearing next to Mason, tripping the stone menace.

Mason falls with a great crash, but quick rises up. “Please, don’t touch me! I don’t want anything to do with you! Goons get the pervert!”

The Flasher appears behind Mason. “About them, taken care of! Also, don’t call me a pervert! This is really the best I can do to help!”

Mason manages to show surprise even through his concrete skin. “What does that mean!” As a punch with the force of a wrecking ball then breaks his concrete skin, and sends him flying down the road, skipping off the ground, before rolling to a stop, aura broken.

The Flasher sheepishly looks at the unconscious form of Mason, and his smoking form, then exhales with relief. “Good, not too hurt, still getting used to this strength.” He then looks behind himself with a look of bashfulness.

As the groaning visages of twenty or more goons were embedded into the ground, stuck and unable to get out, some clearing having broken bones.

“Sorry!” The Flasher calls out. “I just meant to knock you guys out!”

The sounds of groaning was they’re response.

“Well, looks like my work is done, and thank you my fellow defenders of justice!” The Flasher says as he tenses his leg, about to jump into the air.

“Wait!” Chief Almonds limps over. “You have my thanks, Vigilante.”

“Flasher,” He says with a grin.

Almond fights back a look of distaste. “Yeah,”

“Because, I move like a flash!”

“Yeah. Well, we couldn’t have done this without you, and I’d be dead.”

“All in a nights work!”

“Also, you’re under arrest.” Chief Almonds say, a officer walking over with handcuffs.

The Flasher looks shocked. “For what?!”

“Public Indecency, and destruction of public property, for one.” The chief says. “Put the cuffs on him!”

“With pleasure!” A female officers goes to cuff The Flasher with a unhealthy focused on his bulging thong.

The Flasher sighs. “Damn it, well, thanks for the thanks, but, no thanks for the warrant! Goodnight to all, and all a goodnight!” The Flasher streaks away, giving a sight to treasure, for at least one officer, as his cloak lifts in the air, giving the sight of an ass like two bowling balls vacuumed sealed into a leather couch.

Almonds sighs.

 The other officer also sighs. “Hate to let them go, but love to see them leave.” She says dreamily.

“I know, right?” A goon says from the ground.

“Shut up, I should have you demoted!” Almond grumbles.

---

Jaune enters Beacon just as dawn rises, and finds one of his many hidden clothes caches.

Changed, Jaune looks tiredly at the rising sun, then starts walking back to the dorm.

Where a iron-tight grip stops him. “Good morning, Jaune. Just in time for our morning run!”  Jaune looks at his partner with a weak smile. “Yay.”

[juice-type-r]

hello. drop the kin list.

Luigi from Mario

yellow-tipped flasher

Honda Civic Wagon (1990s)

Cranberry Blue

Polistes major major

the Sigrún from gundam IBO

Striped Marlin

Beguir-Beu Torche

[bookwyrminspiration]

while we’re on the topic of doctors, why don’t non-flashers use like. a flashlight. instead of having to light a match every single time they want to change the color

also maybe i’m just autistic but how do people survive entire bubbles of light being put around their head that sounds like sensory hell

new doctor tool unlocked: led strips. just put those bad boys up and play around with the remote and boom, simultaneous party and medical care because the patient's bleeding out at the party

I can't recall off the top of my head, but have the elves invented colorful light yet? I can't remember an instance where their light fixtures weren't white/yellow--blue balefire doesn't count because that's fire and we're talking about artificial light. And i'm talking about the light cast, not the color of the fixture Do they just not have the technology for a colorful flashlight.

ALSO! How are they making the candle flames different colors...I know they probably got fancy elf materials, but in our world you gotta burn chemicals for that and I can't help thinking that maybe. That's not a good idea for medical practice. You've got a lung infection? Just let me set this lithium chloride on fire in this enclosed space and hold it right next to you so the light reaches.

You're right though, light close to the eyes does sound bad. Luckily that's only for injuries close to the head (as opposed to like, a ball of light by your foot for a broken ankle), but I'd have to close my eyes. if Elwin can see internal mechanisms through my skin, he can work through my eyelids.

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Weathering The Storm

Happy Fic Friday! (idk if it's a thing, but it's Friday and I have finished this fic!) So this was what I had originally started for a flufftober prompt, but it really wasn't turning out fluffy and after consulting @bacchicly and @darcyfangirlsfrequently and even giving vague descriptions of my story and my issue to my sister who gave some very good, suggestions....it's finished. It's not a fluff piece, by the time it's bones were built it wasn't meant to be one. But this is too long already. Ok

Penelope and Luke are caught in a storm. WC: 5,153 (i'm sorry it's so fucking long) AO3 link

It’d been an exhausting, but fun day out with Matt, Kristy, and the kids. It was supposed to be a family trip, but Chloe refused to get dressed until “uncle” Luke had been invited, and then Lily joined, and soon the whole Simmons brood were sitting in protest until he was on the phone. Immediately upon answering a chorus of begging rang out, sweet voices he never turned down. After all, a good uncle does what he can to make his niblings happy, blood or not. 

So, what he planned on being a quiet morning at home, turned into a chaotic apple orchard adventure out in the country that he was more than happy to be a part of. He’d eaten his fill of fresh-from-the-vat mini apple cider donuts, saved countless cider slushies from the ground, danced with his favorite girls to live banjos and violins, navigated corn mazes with Jake as their guide, and walked miles with kids on his shoulders through rows and rows of shorter-than-expected apple trees. By the time the kids had hit a wall it was late afternoon and clouds were rolling in.

He was walking away with two jugs of fresh-pressed cider, a small bag of apples, and some very happy kids, but as much as he enjoyed the trip, he couldn’t help but feel the day was missing something. Someone. Someone who would have sweet-talked the bakers into giving up the donut recipe without even trying, someone who wouldn’t complain about walking so far in heels, but would have made her displeasure known, and someone who would have sung up a storm while dancing with everyone, all the while furiously documenting the day with photos. Which is why he was also walking away with something else…something he tried unsuccessfully to buy unnoticed. It had definitely been noticed and mentioned.

Leaving the Simmons’ home, Luke smiled to himself thinking about Penelope. Climbing into his truck, the first drops fell soft on his boots soaking into the raw leather. Starting down the road though, the sky quickly closed in, clouds ripping open, rain hammering down. Even with windshield wipers at full-speed and headlights on, visibility was down to a few yards. 

Though practiced with sandstorms and large vehicles, torrential rain, slick roads, and other drivers made him cautious. Slowing his speed, he turned on the radio to the local reporting station. If this was going to be a serious storm he wanted to know. Luke kept a close eye on the cars and lights around him as he wound his way through the crowded streets of the city. His ears perked at “possible flooding” from the emergency system. 

Lightning lit up the sky. Luke pressed the break, avoiding cars in front of him swerving to hold against the wind. Everything was gray and dark, fog was creeping up his windows fighting the defrost he had going at full-blast. Another lightning bolt, everything in color for a split second then dark again, but in that moment a flash of sunset orange the next block up caught his attention. Traffic was slow so he was able to track it. Yellow lights blinked off and on, flashers on a pristine old Cadillac, a car he’d know anywhere.

Ester. 

It was likely she’d shut down and refused to start in the cold, leaving Penelope potentially needing help. What were the chances? He’d just had a very Penelope day, one that prompted retconned thoughts and a slight pang of yearning just under the surface of his chest, and here she was directly in his path, stranded. 

Slowing even more upon approach, Luke prepared to pull over, glad she was on his side of the road so he didn’t have to attempt a u-turn in this storm. As if divine, the car behind her pulled out, leaving a space free for him. Luke pulled up, and, motor still running, called Penelope.

After a few rings, she picked up. “Newbie! My sweet girl doing ok in this storm?” The casual and bright tone threw him.  He was currently parked behind her stalled out car, wasn’t he? Checking the license plate, he confirmed. 

Nope, yep. It was her.

Of course she wouldn’t come out and say anything. A smile crept up his throat, “Don’t know yet, I’m out actually. On Main. Seems a car with flashers on is causing some back up…”

“Uht…” a small sound escaping her throat, “Oh, isn’t it bad out there?! You should get off the phone- AAH!“ she screamed, jumping at a loud crash of thunder, lighting striking the light pole near them.

He winced, jerking the phone away, then back, “Penelope, where are you?”

“I’m…” She wasn’t sure why she didn’t want to tell him. If he was passing by, she could ask him for help. But that was it, she didn’t want to ask him for help. She could handle things herself. She didn’t need anyone, much less Luke helping her.

Getting out of the truck Luke walked up to the driver’s side window and knocked, knuckles rapping against wet glass. Pulling the phone from his ear in anticipation of-

“GAH!” another yelp, her hand flying to her chest as the friendly face waved then jiggled the door handle.

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride!” He had to yell to be heard over the storm, the wet splashing sound of cars pulling past them, honking and sirens off in the distance drowning him out.

Brain telling heart to restore it’s natural pace, she yelled through the glass, “Newbie-, what are you doing, stalking me?!”

Icy drops like needles stung his face and hand pathetically poised on the slippery door handle in some long-ago ingrained act of chivalry. “Penelope, come on.”

“Luke, I'm fine, go home!” she said, fluttering a dismissive wave. Like hell she’d let him have the upper hand. 

Sure, she was freezing (the heater in Ester had been broken for a while now, it hadn’t been a problem because it had been summer but then time and to-dos got away from her), ride-shares were totally unavailable all over due to the sudden downpour, and the broadcast system had just issued a flood warning. But she would not give him the satisfaction of rescuing her. 

Of course it would be Luke of all people to stumble on her in an emergency, just waiting to rush in and be all knight in shining armor.

Sometime between his second request and her internal babble, he’d gone to the passenger side. Penelope jerked her head at the door creaking shut.

“Hey! Hey! That’s breaking and entering!”

He couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous she was being. “It was cold out there! If you haven’t noticed there’s a storm going on. I thought we could have this debate while not actively getting drenched.” 

“There is no debate, I- I have a ride, so your services are not needed.” 

It was a lie. She had no idea what she was going to do, but the second he was near her she felt like the wrong end of a magnet, all push. This obnoxious obstinance lit up inside her when he was nice, which was always. He was always nice and perfect and kind and charming and everyone liked him instantly.

Penelope growled at the descriptions flying through her head, irritation with herself setting in. Why did she have to fight him? Why did she have to try to make him fight with her? Why couldn’t she just be friendly?

She let out a pouty huff, eyes trailing up his face. That was a mistake. Encounter sans rain-obscured window was like Luke in HD. His cheeks were wind whipped and rosy, skin and lips plump, glowing and soft, A perfect model for a Neoclassical painting. He really was just too handsome. How did he manage to look even better after standing in a storm?!

Luke, once again derailing her train of thought, attempted his third round of persuasion. “Chica, unless- and i’m not doubting you could- but, unless you have some magic connection unavailable to us mere mortals you’ll be sitting here for hours waiting on a ride. You’ll freeze in this car, get hypothermia or pneumonia. How am I going to face the team if I let you get sick?”

He was using that voice. The one that matched the puppy-dog eyes he was giving her, the one that was velvet and honey and a little bit sad. One she was sure he’d used a thousand times before on a thousand different women, but somehow he made it sound like it was just for her.

A hail of rain pounded the metal around them, a seam of water collecting and growing at the juncture of ragtop and windshield, running down the interior.

“Come on, you’d really be doing me a favor.  Please?” he pleaded one last time, jutting out his lower lip and tilting his chin down to look up at her from his lashes in a stupidly cute way. God she hated him. 

It was cold- really cold. Hands-going-numb cold, and Ester was experiencing what was sure to be the first of many water resistant issues that night. Penelope gave her best ‘unimpressed’ face but relented, “Uuuuuuhg. You and that stupid face. Fine.” finger flying up, “But tell anyone and I’ll say you put a tracker on Ester.” 

Pouting lip morphed into a devious grin, “I was a manhunter” he winked. “Thanks, Chica.” Then quickly he climbed back out and to the driver’s side door. 

Reluctantly she gathered her stuff giving a wistful glance to the leak, lamenting the ragtop and the rain, but, there was nothing she could do about it now. 

Opening her door, Luke offered her his hand helping her out. Sheltered from the sharp pelting drops with his jacket, they ran to the passenger side, closing the door tight behind her. He dashed between their cars, Penelope just barely having time to lean over and touch the handle before he was yanking it open and jumping in. Inside the truck was toasty warm, an involuntary shiver racing through her, shaking off the chill as she wiped the drops from her glasses.

Distracting herself from the storm, she pulled a compact out of her purse, thumb swiping at some runaway mascara, “So what were you doing out here in this any way?” she asked, Luke cautiously pulling back into traffic.

His mouth dropped, ready to say something, then shut closed again hesitating. Risking a quick look over at her he sighed, “Pull out the bag under your seat.”

“The- What?” she asked, confused, clicking her compact closed.

Luke rolled his eyes half smiling. “The bag. Under your seat, smart girl. Pull it out.”

Leaning forward she felt around, hand patting the smooth rubber of his floor mats, tips feeling then finding the toothy texture of the brown paper gift bag crammed in the center. Pulling it out she held it with both hands in her lap looking at him quizzically.

“Well? Open it” he laughed, a little embarrassed. Taking a breath before explaining, as she tentatively dug in, “I saw it while I was out and thought you’d like it. I was gonna wait to give it to you, but you’d probably find it anyway.”  

“I do not snoop.” she insisted, pulling from the bag an apple-green cashmere scarf with fringe and a jacquard design of red apples on each end.

“You got this for me?“ She was holding it up as if inspecting every fiber, fingers running reverently over the contrasting images and spindling through the fringe. She couldn’t help it, when he was sweet like this, did little things, showed her he was thinking about her…she couldn’t be mad. She couldn’t be anything but melted butter. And in the moment she didn’t hate it, in the moment she just wanted more.

Sheepishly he went on, “Matt’s kids demanded I join them for apple picking...” he shrugged, “I saw it in a shop we were in- it’s all reclaimed so no animals were harmed. You like it?” 

Penelope smirked, draping it around her neck, vanilla and nutmeg filling the front of the truck as she untucked her trapped hair. “I really do. Lucky me that you were invited.” 

He cleared his throat, not bothering to clear the massive smile from his face, “So what about you, what were you up to and -and where am I taking you?”

“I was supposed to meet up with a friend from my counseling group, but they had a last minute change of plans and I decided to get some coffee and hang out at the cat cafe and bookshop, you know, Puss In Books? It was fine for a while, just gray. When it started to get serious I decided I should head home, but then Ester wouldn’t start as you know. So, home. I was headed home. But that’s so far out of your way and you have to get home and check on Roxy! I hate knowing she’s home alone and probably scared, poor baby!”

Roxy was fine, but didn’t really want to leave her longer than needed. He didn’t like the idea of her alone in a storm this bad, but he also wanted to make sure Penelope got somewhere safe.

He took his eyes off the road long enough to glance over, “Well, I was going to make some mulled cider one of the farmers was telling us about. You could come with, check in on her yourself. Hang out, warm up, keep Rox calm for me- You know, just until the storm’s over. She’d love to see you…”

Penelope’s first instinct was to turn him down, she didn’t want to impose, but she also didn’t want to be out in this storm longer than necessary and he did offer. She caught herself, “-Yeah?”

She hated storms. Thankfully, none ever got super bad in San Francisco, but they still scared her. The possibility of a flood, getting stuck, power going out, lightning causing fires or electrocuting people…The thoughts rolling through her head made her anxious. “I guess that’d be ok.”

Luke glanced over again, checking that her expression matched her words. Just then the cab of the truck flooded with light, the sky erupting with an ear shattering boom. Penelope jumped, hands coming to her head, screaming, then huffed out “fuck!”

Luke took a hand off the steering wheel laying his arm on the center console, palm up “Here, take my hand.” 

They were stopped, red light. Earnest concern tumbled in his eyes locked with hers. They darted away, monitoring the traffic, then back. Warm smile, he tilted his head, “It’s just my hand Penelope, if it doesn’t make you feel better you can let go, but I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

The soft fibers of the scarf tickled her neck, pulling her back toward him, reminding her she was enjoying this and she didn’t need to fight it, fight the feelings she was having. She could let herself be friendly, she could accept him being friendly. She placed her hand in his as another boom cracked to life above them, shoulders shooting to her ears. Luke’s grip tightened giving her a reassuring squeeze. 

One less hand to steer, he kept his eyes trained on the road, but as they went on his thumb made light circles and brushing swoops against the back of her hand. The constant touch and motion keeping her mind off what was happening outside the truck.

Attention fully on his soothing caress and his voice as he made his way home on auto-pilot, she gradually relaxed, easing back into the seat, free hand worrying the soft knit, eyes wandering from occupied thumb to wrist, to forearm to bicep, to neck to face.

His hair was still wet from standing outside her car waiting for her. A few shining drops clung to the fresh ringlets that had shrunk up close to his head, gel melting in the rain. She liked how it made him look; less generic, less perfect, but perfect for him (and a little like a glittered elf). 

She felt his thumb tracing ghost patterns on her skin and listened to his low melodic rumble and suddenly, desperately, wanted to reach out and touch him too, wrap a curl around her finger, thread her hands through his hair breaking up what gel was left... 

And then he shook their hands, snapping her back. “Hey- I said we're here.” His brow furrowed, a concerned face staring back at her “You ok?”

Before she knew it they were out of the city, parked and waiting in his driveway. Releasing his hand, she cleared her mind making her voice extra chipper, “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go see my girl!”

They had out-run the storm in this direction, but judging by the Mississippis between thunder heard and lightning seen it would be here soon.

—— —— 

Stepping into the entryway there was a small whimper and then a jingle, Roxy bounding from under the kitchen table, claws rush-clacking against tile. A dog-sized dust devil whirled around their legs, nearly knocking them down. Happy pants and grumbles sang around them. Both humans sunk to their knees, hands rubbing, fur sticking to damp skin.

After a loving hello, Luke stood back up, Roxy occupied with Penelope, and gathered their things. He hung her purse and his jacket on a wall hook then scooped up his spoils from the day and headed to the kitchen.

It was Roxy, she told herself, that made her feel so at ease in his space, so at home in his home. Pure puppy-fluff magic working its way from fur-tip to fingertips washing away all the anxiety and worry of the storm. Really, what else could it be? 

Easing back up she rubbed her hands trying to de-fur them, “So, this cider,” she called through the open space, “how long does it take?”

Placing apples on the counter, he answered over his shoulder, “About half an hour, but once all the stuff is in we just kind of leave it to do its thing.” 

Penelope appeared by his side and began unsheathing the two jugs of juice, Roxy now waiting obediently just on the other side of the island.

“Besides keeping Roxy company, is there anything I can do?”

“Well,” he grinned, “I am supposed to cover an orange with these… Feeling crafty?” He shook the plastic baggy as he asked. 

Picking up an orange from the fruit bowl and taking the bag of cloves from his hand she gave a face that could only be described as flirtatious, though if met with that assertion she would deny it, “Oh Newbie, I’m more than crafty.”

Cider assembled and simmering away, clove-studded orange bobbing in the amber liquid, the two sat around his kitchen island. Their conversation started with how good the spices smelled and naturally shifted to Luke’s day apple picking. Outside, the thunder shuttered and wind howled, banging against windows and walls, but inside cute kid conversation kept the storm at bay. Penelope interrogated him on his morning adventures, pressing for photos and reprimanding a lack of them, giving an admonishing wack when the photo reel ended after just three badly focused and badly centered pictures.

“Excuse me, I kinda had my hands full!” he laughed, leaning away from the hit.

She let out a disgusted sigh, rolling her eyes, “Men. I swear.” Handing his phone back she picked up her own, “I’m just gonna text Kristy myself. I’m sure she has more.”

Instantly his hand flew to cover the screen of her phone. “NO-“ then feeling the weight of needing to explain “I mean, you shouldn’t bother her right now, you know, thunder, lightning, kids, dinner…“

“It won’t take that long- it’ll be super fast.“ Penelope said, pulling her phone away, but his hand hadn’t released. 

Both were looking at each other with a mix of concern and frustration, Luke for not wanting to give Matt and Kristy any more ammo, but not wanting to tell Penelope, knowing he wouldn’t be able to deny the truth should it come to that, and Penelope completely confused and irritated as to why he was trying to stop her from texting a mutual friend.

He sighed, head falling to the side, “You don’t think it’ll look a little strange that the same day I get you a present our paths just so happen to cross and we end up hanging out alone, at night, in a storm?”

And again she was rolling her eyes, “We’re just two co-workers hanging out.”

He looked at her, crestfallen for a second. She didn’t get it, she wouldn’t get it. Him standing here was nothing more to her than Reid or JJ. She might be glad he was there, but it wasn’t how he was glad she was here. Carefully, quickly, he adjusted his expression, sweeping the sadness away. 

“Yeah, no, never mind. You’re right.” he’d removed his hand, palms waving in a surrendering signal, but she wouldn’t have the chance as right then power went out, the area around them turning dark, all thoughts of cute mini-Simmons in corn mazes forgotten in the pitch.

“ehhh-“ Penelope made a strangled noise, “Now i’m in a strange place in total darkness for who knows how long.” She faced her phone away, blue glow from the screen giving an eerie cast to everything around her.

“Hey, it’s not that strange, you’ve been here before and at least it’s not a tripping hazard crammed with stuff like your apartment.”

Penelope scoffed at the dig. 

Luke’s hands came to her shoulders, rubbing up and down as he looked around the room distractedly, “It’s just the power, I’m sure it’ll come back soon…Until then, we’ve still got our cider cooking and everyone’s fine. We just need to light some candles, ok? I’m gonna walk you to the couch then go grab some from the hall closet.”

Luke’s hands moved as he stood, one traveling down her back and the other taking her hand. Penelope let him, the warmth and feel of his skin on hers calling to attention physiological reactions she didn’t feel up to suppressing just then. 

Slowly he led her to the couch and guided her down. “Roxy” he whistled and gave a firm pat to the cushion next to her leg. Roxy dashed over and up, head landing on Penelope’s lap. “Make sure she stays safe.” He was talking to the dog, but Penelope nodded in response, hand slipping out of his to brush along her sleek coat.

She could hear him rummaging around, a curse word tossed out through wall muffled barriers and then the timer went off on the cider. She jumped, Roxy popping up and off her, then sat, hands landing back in her lap unsure if she should move, if she should take care of their boiling pot in the dark. 

Deciding it was silly to sit and do nothing, she stood up, “That was the cider’s bell, I’m going to turn it off. Don’t run into me.” She took out her phone, letting the pale blue light guide the short path back to the kitchen.

Exchanging phone for wooden spoon, she gave the beverage a finalizing stir and turned off the flame, deeply inhaling the fruity spiced steam. This wasn’t so bad. This was ok. Luke had a plan, they were safe. Outside the storm raged, pressure causing windows and patio doors to convulse, but inside it was warm and dry, safe, and they had some tasty smelling drinks waiting. She could do this.

“Cups…” she mumbled to herself, opening cupboard after cupboard “Cups, cups, cups…where arrre you?” 

After searching all the low shelves, she decided to crawl up on his counter to reach the higher shelves. Luke came back, candles in arms, to the sight of Penelope kneeing the counter, head all but gone. Quietly he watched with amusement at her shifting awkwardly on the shallow granite countertop shuffling to open door after door. Warm, cool, cold, nope, colder… Unable to restrain himself any longer, he put down the candles and crept up purring just behind her “Freezing-”  The air crackled in glee, room flashing bright at his words.

The shock of light combined with the suddenness of his presence and the unexpected closeness of voice jolted her, hands flinging free, Penelope losing balance as she yelled slipping from the countertop. But Luke was there to catch her. His arms came tightly around her holding her close to him back to chest, her head landing on the crook of his neck. Heat flashed through her, panic receding to relief washing out and giving way to agitation. She could feel his smile hardened cheek against her own when he turned his head to murmur his apology. “I’m gonna lower you down, ok?”

No sooner had her feet hit the ground than she was spinning in his arms, open hand smacking at his chest “JERK! I could have fallen!”

“Calm down, Drama Queen, I was right there.” he hadn’t stopped chuckling, body shaking with laughter, hands resting lightly on her hips as she doled out the assault.

“Stop! Stop laughing! I am mad!” but even as she said it, the blows grew lighter and lighter until she was just pushing at him, “You’re such a dimwit.” And then she was laughing too, huffing giggles trying to frown. 

“Oh, light puns, cute. Clever. Well, since you’re safe now, how about I get the drinks and you light the candles?” At that Luke let go, offering her a box of matches and she couldn’t deny the feeling of missing she felt. 

Pushing it aside, Penelope set up a few candles on the island, lighting them, then moved to the living room, putting candles on the coffee table, the tv consul, and bookshelf, any place an open flame could safely perch. 

Job finished, she took up her spot back on the couch, Roxy by her side. The room was a soft golden glow, flickering shadows cast to the walls. Luke walked in, two mugs in hand and a thermal pitcher for refills and set them down on the coffee table. Raising a single finger, he was headed into the kitchen again. When he came back he was holding something else.

“The final touch-” he held out the bottle she’d given him at the housewarming all that time ago, giving it a shake.

It took her a moment to make out the label, realization dawning when she did. “You never opened it-” it wasn’t so much a question as an observation, but he felt the need to answer just the same.  

“Yeah. We were waiting for the right time, guess it never came… But I was thinking, what better time than the present.” grinning, “Drinks up, Chica?”

A sweet smile twitched into place at the silly callback. Nodding her head, she agreed, “Drinks up, Luke.”    

—— —— 

Finishing off her fifth of the night, Penelope placed her empty cup down, the question bubbling up warm like the spiked cider they’d made, “So what about this” she said, fingering the scarf, “said ‘Penelope Garcia’?”

They were both a little drunk, half the bottle having gone missing some place between first drink and fifth, but what else was there to do in a power outage with no other entertainment than the company with you? Especially when you didn’t want others to know the company you were keeping. They drank and talked, and talked and drank, and giggled and laughed. Stories about his siblings and his mom, stories about her brothers and her time as a law-breaking deviant hacking warrior. They talked about everything until she could keep the question off her tongue no more.

Turning on the couch to face her, he took her in, all open and smiling. She was cozy and relaxed. More relaxed than he could ever remember seeing her despite the liquid uproar pummeling every solid object outside. 

Placing his mug on the coffee table, he lightly grabbed the ends of her scarf tugging them from her grip. Her stomach dropped as his hands brushed against hers. His gaze danced from scarf to face, unable to settle on one, but her eyes were glued to his, yellow flames from the candlelight turning brown irises gold. 

Settling on scarf, his fingers dragged up and down the knit, contemplating, taking in the feel of soft fibrous friction catching against calloused skin, moment stretching out taut and tense. Moment like minutes, breath held tight, she observed his singular focus in the flash that illuminated them both. 

Gradually he began rolling it around his hands, scarf getting shorter and shorter. “There’s something about you Penelope… Different….Unique.” At that his eyes caught hers, then dropped again, this time only fractionally, only as far as her lips. “But do you wanna know what it really was?” 

She was entranced, stuck, on the edge of a cliff wanting to leap instead of backing away. She swallowed, jaw dropping and nodded.

He continued wrapping his hands, bringing her imperceptibly closer. His voice grew low until it was barely a whisper, “It was soft…and bright…and warm. Like you.” She let herself be drawn closer and closer, every pass of his words on her skin sending electricity racing over her, heart pounding like the rain.  

With a final twist he brought her to touch. “It keeps out the cold…” was murmured in the atoms between them and then slowly, torturously his mouth moved against hers, both breathing in in anticipation of something they’d each wanted for so long but denied, resisted, and pushed aside. Sliding and pressing, tilting and turning until the right angle was found and they were repelling magnets no more, suddenly all unbreakable attraction. Electricity between them crackling to life like the thunder lighting the room. Her hands sweeping and turbulent, nails dragging, the smooth suction of his plush lips at her mouth, her jaw, her neck, teeth nibbling and stubble scratching in contrast. His hands, the scarf, coming up and framing her face, fingers lacing behind her ears and carding through her hair to hold her to him, a soft gasp taking them both by surprise then spurring him on.

Thunderous hearts beat rapidly, shivers that had nothing to do with rain rushing up her spine and rippling across her skin. His hands chasing the chills down her body and with a quick movement she found herself suddenly mounted on his lap. Kisses unbroken, hands happily kneading her thighs, her butt, her hips, greedily exploring her body while mouth mapped her neck and her chest. Riotous sensation whipping through her lighting her up, head thrown back, selfishly she let herself revel in the feel of his delight before diving back in with eager pursuit, a storm just getting started indoors.

[the-twitchy-life]

Hey ! This year at my house, we're having a friends Christmas, where all the people who don't have anywhere to go for Christmas in our friend circle come to our house, and it's really cool, my mom's been excited and decorating the whole house top to bottom in pretty lights, but surprise ! She mentions that her friend's daughter has epilepsy

As another disabled person, I'm dedicated to making this accessible to her, is it fine if the lights are slowly fading in and out ? How fast is okay ? Should they not blink at all ? Be on or off all the time ? Is there anything else I should know ? I don't know much but I wanna make the best of it, thank you !

Hi!

So, my short answer is: ask her. Everyone's sensitivity is different, and she'll appreciate you taking the time and effort to make her feel welcome. She might also have an accessibility need neither of us have thought of

The long, vague, "best guess" answer is: probably slowly fading in and out is better than flashy, but you're best off just leaving them on or off, not flashing or pulsating or anything.

Because nobody very few people are sensitive to the light just being on, but flashers and faders will drive people a bit nuts, even if they're not having seizures. Your neighbors probably love how much effort and joy you put into your display! I know I appreciate my neighbors' displays, but I appreciate it the most when the lights don't flash or pulsate.

(That said, there's a house nearby with a tree in the second-floor window with the yellow lights set to constantly pulsate. When I pass it first thing in the morning it's still dark, except for the glowing tree in the window, getting brighter and dimmer, brighter and dimmer, like an alien spaceship. It makes me laugh every time.)

Anyhow, good luck and enjoy your holiday! And really, ask her. She'll feel so special. It'll be the best gift she gets all holiday.

[the-official-kotlcopedia]

Hinterland Level Teachers and principal

principal: Ethel Amberhelm

pronouns: she/her

Ability: Empath

parents match status: Good match

match status: Good match

Graduate of: Foxfire elite levels

physical description: Quite short, heavy set and has wild blonde hair that she keeps in a bun on the top of her head most days, she has many freckles that cover most of her body, and wears a lot of yellow

Extra info: she was born into a noble family but was never liked because of her size. she was always treated like a outsider even by her own family. the first place she was ever accepted was in the working class cities. so when the principal position was open she jumped to take it in a heart beat. she has Ethel the Empath written in big letters on the back of her cape because the children can’t make fun of her if she makes fun of herself and they hate her for it.

Level 1 Teacher: Aelfsi Seavey

Pronouns: She/her

Ability: Flasher

Parent Match Status: Good match

Match Status: Single/Unmatched

Graduate Of: Hinterland

Physical Description: Since she works with such young kids, she cut her long dark hair into shorter hairstyle. She has navy-blue eyes. The kids sometimes as to use her dark skin as a canvas for their art projects. (She would say no, but they're just so darn cute!) Average height.

Extra Info: She is one of the newest and youngest teachers at Hinterland and has a great reputation among the students. (Mostly because she always carries candy with her.) She always has at least a few prattles pins scattered on her outfit and has a very extensive prattles collection Sometimes she will trade with students if they ask nicely. She was formerly in the theater club at Hinterland.

Year 2 Teacher: Sigrun Tilden

Pronouns: He/him

Ability: Talentless

Parent Match Status: Good Match

Match status: Good match, Unmarried. (Still Engaged.)

Graduate Of: Hinterland

Physical Description: Sigrun has brunette hair, freckles, and duck blue eyes. His tall stature gives him the advantage over all the small kids he teaches. He wears round spectacles.

Extra Info: While he does struggle to get along with some of the other teachers at Hinterland, he is a natural around kids. He is often found hanging out with Ms. Seavey. (Year 1 teacher.) He used to be an active participant in the Buddy club, and the Sword Fighting Club. His Fiancé works at her family bakery.

Year 3 Teacher: Ari Carr

Pronouns: Ze/zir

Ability: Telepath

Parent Match Status: Good Match

Match Status: Bad Match

Graduate Of: Foxfire (Did not attend elite levels.)

Physical Description: Despite his short frame, Ari is full to bursting with energy. His hair color changes quite often, but as of right now it is a bright red. zir light blue eyes are very eye catching.

Extra Info: Ze was a well-known troublemaker at Foxfire. Ze fell in love with a student from Hinterland, even though they aren't on zir's match lists. Ze has a very playful personality and spends a little too much class time playing games with the students. Ze helps the dance team at Hinterland organize competitions and schedule meetings. Ze was captain of the Foxfire dance team before he graduated. Due to zir colorful personality, ze often finds zirself hanging out with Osmin Knox. (Year 5 teacher.)

Year 4 Teacher: Juni Moel

Pronouns: They/them

Ability: Bequiler

Parent Match Status: Good Match

Match Status: Good Match (Married)

Graduate Of: Hinterland

Physical Description: Average height and a bit heavier set. Brown hair and blue eyes.

Extra Info: Juni was a very active member of the Theater club when they attended Hinterland. Even now they do their best to help where they can. Juni is a close friend of the apprenticeship counselor Lysa Hestor, they have been working together for a long time. Some students suspect there may be something there. (Despite the fact that Lysa is married.)

Year 5 Teacher: Ayano Song

Pronouns: She /Her

Ability: Phaser

Parent Match Status: Bad Match

Match Status: Single/Unmatched

Graduate Of: Hinterland

Physical Description: She keeps her long dark hair in a braid and can be quickly identified by the blue flowers she wears in her hair. Her eyes are a startling electric blue.

Extra Info: Distant cousin to Mai Song. Due to her parents match status she is estranged from the rest of the Song family, making her a bit of a black sheep. Despite this she continues the family tradition of pursuing music. While attending Hinterland she was the Music Appreciation Club secretary. She is familiar with an array of different instruments and is well liked among the students.

Year 6 Teacher: Cadmus Niamh

Pronouns: He/him

Ability: Mesmer

Parent Match Status: Good Match

Match Status: Good Match (Married)

Graduate Of: Foxfire Elite Levels

Physical Description: His pointy ears indicate his ancient status. He refuses to wear pants/trousers and instead only wears skirts and dresses; he thinks they suit him. His blond hair stands out against his bright blue eyes and sharp jawline.

Extra Info: He may be a loving and doting husband at home, but in class he is extremely strict. He is strict because he knows his class is the last student will have before they enter the adult world, and he wants to prepare them the best he can. He knows the last year is stressful for students, so he keeps a motivational Gremlin as a class pet.

Apprenticeship Advisor: Lysa Hester

Pronouns: She/they

Ability: Vanisher

Parent Match Status: Good Match

Match Status: Good Match (Married)

Graduate Of: Hinterland

Physical Description: A bit above average height with short, cropped hair, and sky-blue eyes. Has a habit of wearing oversized extra colorful spectacles. (Changes color of glasses often.)

Extra Info: Their wife is a physician on the PCP (Public Physician List), so she does have some experience with apprenticeships. Usually, she is willing to pull strings for any students who need her help getting apprenticeships. She keeps a bowl of candy in her office for both students and staff to eat.

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: Smiler’s Otherland!

This feels like an appropriate post to make today, given it is both Alice’s birthday and the tail end of the Smiler Takeover at Alton Towers. And frankly, it’s one that I probably should have done long before, given how enthusiastically I designed an Otherland for Victor back when I was deep in the Forgotten Vows Verse! I blame Wonderland-related thoughts for Smiler being in short supply on my main AUs with them being the type that don’t lend themselves well to Alice magically getting in their head for Wonderland-style shenanigans -- basically, it just hasn’t really come up before now! And I still haven’t gotten too deep into the subject -- certainly not as deep as I did with Victor. But here are my current thoughts, for your entertainment:

Domains --

-->Obviously, the main portion of Smiler’s Otherland would have to be a theme park of some kind. XD Though, of course, how elaborate that theme park is would depend on the AU -- a Smiler in the modern day would of course have modern roller coasters and such, while a Victorian Smiler might have something more akin to Alice’s mine cart ride and little parks with stages and suchlike. The basic vibe I’m going for with this area is a combination of Smiler Takeover X-Sector in Alton Towers and that amusement park area from Nier: Automata (hey, if I can borrow the forest stuff for Victor’s Living Dead Forest. . .).

-->However, we can’t neglect the creepy part of the coaster’s lore and theme, and thus I have one other domain in mind for Smiler, accessed via some sort of basement entrance or portal from the main park. . .a horrible, underground medical facility with crumbling walls, big white cells, nurses and doctors with bloodstained uniforms, and patients with smiles carved right into their faces. Basically if you know anything about the old Sanctuary scaremaze from 2012 and 2013, think that -- if not, just go with A:MR’s Rutledge section combined with a little Silent Hill 2 action and you should get the right vibe. This is, of course, where Smiler’s deepest, darkest fears reside -- particularly hurting the ones they love and, where applicable, of ending up like Kelman. My Smiler is NOT interested in becoming anything like THAT asshole! They try to bury it down, hence why it’s in the basement (well, that and the old Smiler AR game suggested that’s where the Ministry was hiding), but -- yeah. If you want a fight, this is where you’re most likely to get one.

Weapons --

-->Smiler’s Wonderland weapons proved to be very easy once I started thinking about what they would need in a “standard A:MR” set -- specifically, they’re all the different elements of the roller coaster’s Marmaliser! Here’s what I’ve come up with:

The Inoculator: The equivalent of Alice’s Pepper Grinder or Victor’s Wedding Wine, this is a giant syringe full of glowing yellow serum that can be squirted at enemies. Like Victor’s Wine, it has limited capacity, and once it’s empty, it needs a moment to refill. Good range, though!

The Tickler: The equivalent of Alice’s Hobby Horse or Victor’s Grim Scythe, this is -- essentially a large fuzzy paint roller on an extra-long stick. It’s a bit unwieldy to swing, but has great reach!

The Flasher: The equivalent of Alice’s Clockwork Bomb or Victor’s Altar Candle, this is a little mechanical box covered in light bulbs that, when prepped and set down, goes off with a massive FLASH of bright white light after a few seconds. VERY good for stunning enemies!

The Giggler: The equivalent of Alice’s Teapot Cannon or Victor’s Quill Bow, this is a large canister of purple gas with a nozzle that Smiler can use to kind of spray/blast out clouds of the stuff. The longer they “charge” a shot by squeezing the nozzle, the bigger the resultant Giggler cloud!

The Hypnotizer: The equivalent of Alice’s Umbrella or Victor’s Sketchbook, this is a large disc with a black-white-and-yellow spiral on it, like the logo, which can be used to both deflect incoming projectiles or distract enemies. Think a bit like the disc the old Sims 2 psychiatrist guy used to fly in when Sims had a total aspiration failure!

Now, you may notice a lack of Vorpal Blade/Vorpal Fork equivalent up there -- this is because while trying to figure that out, I thought the words “Vorpal Spoon” to complete the cutlery set and couldn’t let it go. XD Smlier seemed to like the silliness factor too! But I have found a way to tie that to the coaster as well -- specifically, by giving the spoon a twisted corkscrew handle that looks at least something like The Smiler’s actual track! And maybe the logo can be engraved on the bowl. XD

-->You may ALSO notice that none of these weapons actually seem particularly dangerous. Well -- you’re right. Smiler’s weapon set is in fact pretty much entirely non-lethal. The effects of their weapons are either to stun -- 

Or to turn the creature they’re fighting FRIENDLY, at least for a short time. Because the coaster’s theme isn’t violence, it’s conversion. By using their weapons on their enemies, they make those enemies their friends, or at least not a threat anymore for a time. I thought this was a nice change from Victor and Alice’s more violent stuff!

-->That being said, I also imagine Smiler having a “Hysteria Mode” equivalent, using the version of hysteria that we’re most familiar with these days -- that is, being overcome with laughter. Smiler’s would have them literally laughing their way through a rampage, and it would be the only time that their weapons are actually capable of harm. I don’t know if they’d have a bloodstained look like Victor and Alice or something a little different. . .ooh, maybe the same sort of “bloodstained” vibe, only the “blood” is bright yellow and/or purple. . .

Creatures --

-->Haven’t thought too much about this, but beyond the Sanctuary/Ministry of Joy staff, I know there should also be some sort of creature based on the Marmaliser itself. Just trying to decide if it should be friendly or hostile. . .or maybe there’s two different variants depending on where you are in the Otherland? Hmmm. . . Also believe there should be lots of robotic or techy stuff, just because that’s kind of The Smiler’s whole deal.

Clothing --

-->Again, one I haven’t considered much yet, but Smiler’s outfits across the various Wonderland/Otherland domains would definitely have a strong yellow-black theme, with white and purple highlights and occasional other colors or rainbow patterns where appropriate. Honestly, that yellow-and-black Beetlejuice suit I have for their vampiric “dark form” in Sims 4 might be a good starting place. XD Alice and Victor would also go yellow-and-black to match their domains -- in fact, thinking about it, the outfits of the wandering Advocates from The Smiler Takeover might work for Victor: black suit, yellow shirt, black-and-white-striped tie. . .it’s a start, at any rate!

-->Oh, and just for fun, I’ve decided that, in a Valicer situation, Victor’s own Otherland outfits -- like his Classic Blue Alice-style suit -- update to have a black-white-and-yellow spiral-patterned tie. :) I’d kind of like to maybe add a similar touch to Alice’s outfits -- maybe a black-and-yellow-checked border on her aprons? More thought is required.

[anantradingpvtltd]

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[yellow-flasher]

Ahem.

I apologize in advance for I am not aesthetically pleasing. Well, not sure how to be really. I'm sorta back from a long hiatus so... do forgive me-!

[jazzanddaydreams]

Based off of @fintan-pyren ‘s post about elvin eyes changing to match their respective abilities

I added a few of my own ideas because I absolutely love the thought of the eyes changing-

(I’m not proud of how Sophie’s turned out, but I think the Flasher one came out nicely) 

(the names in parentheses are just examples, and I accidentally flipped the label for Biana but oh well)

[legendary-uchiha]

@yellow-flasher (You have been chosen as my entertainment this evening.)

Sitting upon a dilapidated stump of tree a figure watched the horizon. Sun setting over mountains and Konohagakure. Upon his back lay his Gunbai and scythe. Armored in traditional shinobi plates of a deep maroon. Ebony eyes of immeasurable hate lay half lidded in a serene face.

Standing, the male began to walk forward. Failing light revealing the Uchiha crest upon his back, hardly visible behind the hilt of his Gunbai. A long mane of pitch as night hair framed the face that held a wrathful might. "It’s about time I raze this village to the ground."

[labramazing]

there’s plenty of fish in the sea, and one of them is an angry clownfish (x)