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I’m a sucker for characters who see troubled kids in dangerous situations and basically go “they need parents, guess that’s me now”

#{ 𝚍𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛 ｡ ism }

// @seabrcck

admittedly, running the soundboard isn’t the most glamorous or most technically advanced job. and it’s one phineas is definitely overqualified for, but it’s helpful and something to keep him occupied. he’d needed to sit in on the pep rally rehearsal to run a soundcheck; and was on his way out after it wrapped up when one of the cheerleaders caught his eye, standing a little apart from the others. "you guys looked really good. very peppy.” he smiled and gave her a smile wave as he walked toward her.

#seabrcck #{ ᚹᕼ𐌠Πⴹᗅⵢ }#this is weak but addison wants to be liked ?? you came to the right place

// your dude needs some new threads going, so here’s a starter all ? if you want a thing with dodger, webby and/or phineas pls reply with who you want and preferably who for !!

#ooc #totally ripping off mack but whatever

cherryyxsodaa‌

running late was always in meg’s repitoire. it didn’t matter what it was or where she was going, the grecian girl was always in a hurry. this time, however, she was running late to pick up her boss’ new years order from a local bakery. “ HEY! “ she exclaimed as she almost barrelled right into another person’s chest. “ watch where you’re going. “ a scowl formed across her face as she skidded to a hault, trying to catch her balance.

it’s only a reflex for phineas to apologize, muttering “sorry” almost simultaneously with her exclamation. even though it’s not entirely his fault that he didn’t see her until it was already too late to move aside due to the crowd inside the shop. maybe not the best day for picking up a bunch of treats for his family’s little new years party. “what’s the hurry?” he asked, shifting the boxes in his arms so that they didn’t get dropped.

#cherryyxsodaa #{ ᚹᕼ𐌠Πⴹᗅⵢ }

sillymist‌

Silvermist is far too soft-spoken to be good at shouting rules from her lifeguard post–and the whistle is so shrill she doesn’t use it unless absolutely necessary. When any regulation needs repeating, she does so calmly. “Please don’t run by the pool–wet floors are slippery and you could fall and get hurt! If you need to get somewhere quickly, you can try just walking a little bit faster.”

Even though it’s a heated indoor pool, the place is almost deserted. Only a few other people have any desire to go swimming this time of year, and most of them were more of the water aerobics type. So when the lifeguard calls out from her post it isn’t difficult to figure out who she’s talking to. “I’m fine,” Webby called back with little more than a glance up at the lifeguard stand and continuing to race to the far end of the room until she reached the wall. Giving herself ample room for a running start. “See? I know what I’m doing.”

#sillymist #{ 𝓌𝑒𝒷𝒷𝓎 }#wow look at this hot garbage reply

ovrdramatic‌

the other probably has more important things to do than help him and ricky can’t help but feel a little bad - at least at east high, he was a little bit see-through, before the musical thrust him into the sight of many others. he was fine doing whatever he wanted ; skating with red, all that kind of thing. but even in walton things are different and it feels like there’s a spotlight on the back of his head. "recently - i had it then i think someone took it.“ which sucks, 'cause that was expensive.

dodger raised an eyebrow at the suggestion that someone might have stolen it. sure, it was possible, but walton creek was surprisingly low on that sort of petty crime. he would know. but he certainly hadn’t taken it, and to the best of his knowledge none of his friends had either. a skateboard would probably be up tito’s alley, but he wouldn’t take anything from a kid. it's more likely that it just got misplaced. “well, where was the last place you had it? i’ll help ya’ look.”

#ovrdramatic #{ 𝚍𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛 }

imperfecticns

nini gently sets her drink down, taking a seat right next to the stranger. you’d think after being here so much nini would have her own table. ❝ thank you, i wish i knew it was this packed here today. would’ve probably gotten here earlier if that was the case. ❞ nini releases a chuckle, taking small sips of her smoothie to ignore the awkward tension if there was any. ❝ i don’t think i’ve seen you before either. i’m nini - you could say i’m new here? it’s nice to meet you, phineas. you have one awesome name by the way. are you a newcomer too? ❞

phineas took a sip of his hot chocolate as she settled in, wanting to give her plenty of space in case she didn’t want to talk. though he’s glad when it appears that she does want to, and a small, friendly smile returns to his face. ❝ thanks, my mom gave it to me. ❞ he chuckled lightly, setting his cup back down on the table in front of him. ❝ kind of. i’ve been here for a few weeks. long enough to have a routine, but not long enough to have any clue what’s going on. ❞ as if anybody knew anything at all.

#imperfecticns #{ ᚹᕼ𐌠Πⴹᗅⵢ }

hvrtagain

there’s no casual way to disclose the fact that you’re royalty, so ben just offers a sheepish smile and says, “i was raised as a prince – i’m a little behind on my basic skills.” somehow, he imagined that would have sounded more normal than stating i’m the king of a kingdom far away from here but it seems he was mistaken. it still sounds very weird. “really? this town has been very…ordinary, in my experience.” and he’s thankful for it. “but i guess i’m not a very good judge of what’s ordinary, am i?”

there’s a brief pause before dodger nods slowly. “i see,” he says just as slowly. how is one supposed to respond to that kind of information? it’s certainly not an explanation he could have guessed, but then again, he would be hard pressed to think of any explanation that sounded halfway normal. “your ordinary and my ordinary must be two very different things.” astute observation, captain obvious. “lets just say i’ve seen people doing some kind of, i don’t know — magic tricks? that definitely aren’t possible where i’m from.”

#hvrtagain #{ 𝚍𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛 }#i'm nothing if not a trooper #but fr dodger decided he likes ben for whatever reason so we in this for the long haul

imperfecticns‌

days continued to be a bit lonely and gloomy - nini wasn’t exactly sure whether it was just because the weather here at walton creek was completely different than utah but.. she supposed this was her home now. technically, this so-called ‘holiday café’ nini has been going to for the past month is probably where she spends most of her time. a sigh escapes her lips as she picks her pink smoothie up, only to find no open seats anywhere. ❝ um.. hi. do you mind if i sit next to you? i mean - only if that’s okay. i won’t be a bother, i promise. ❞ this was just another situation where nini was embarrassing herself once again.

❝ of course, sure, ❞ phineas smiled warmly and set his book down on the bench next to him before sliding over a couple of inches to make some extra room. ❝ there’s plenty of space. and i don’t mind the company. ❞ he patted the now empty spot beside her to invite her to sit down. the place was packed — almost unusually so — but even if it hadn’t been he might have invited her to join him anyway. he didn’t recognize her, and she looked a little lost. like she could use someone being a little extra nice. ❝ i don’t think i’ve seen you before, have i? i’m phineas. ❞

#imperfecticns #{ ᚹᕼ𐌠Πⴹᗅⵢ }

ovrdramatic‌

walton creek – is surely something, ricky thinks. it’s not like salt lake city .. but it’s still nice, he supposes. there’s almost a breath of relief when he doesn’t have to remember lines for the musical, or deal with his parent fall out ( part of him is still in denial ) ; it’s a nice break from it all. instead, he does what he does best - skate. or .. he wishes he could because he can’t find his trusty skateboard. "hey –“ he says, almost shy, but determined. y'seen a board 'round here .. maybe a bit longer than this?” his arms spread as an example, though he’ sure it’s not much help.

dodger raises an eyebrow as the boy tries ( and seems to struggle with ) describing what he’s looking for. he’s new — that much is obvious based solely on how lost the poor kid looks. and really, it’s that lost, confused vibe is what made him stop long enough to see what he was after in the first place. this town and the fact that he still hadn’t managed to find his people again were making him go too soft. “i know what a skateboard looks like,” he answers with a light wave of his hand. “you seen it since you been here? or you lose it more recently?”

#ovrdramatic #{ 𝚍𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛 }#i hope u knew i was gonna give u dodger for this #the og sk8r boi

callmebcepme‌

All of Kim’s life, she’d been in on the action. She’d learned martial arts at a young age, she was captain of the cheerleading squad, she was always going on missions… the point was, Kim didn’t normally have a lot of free time. Was she adapting well? Not exactly. After she finished her homework, Kim ended up in a local part, choreographing a cheer routine. “Go Mad Dogs,” she said enthusiastically, wishing she were back in Middletown.

When someone walked by, Kim removed a headphone and offered the person a smile. “So, how much of that did you catch? Was it totally lame or decent? It’s a work in progress.”

The park was turning into one of Webby’s favorite places in town. It was one of the few places she couldn’t get kicked out of (for one reason or another) so it was where she naturally migrated whenever the nephews were busy or she otherwise had free time. She wasn’t quite sure what the girl on the other side of the park was doing, but it caught Webby’s attention enough for her to wander over and watch. “I was watching for a little while,” she admitted. “It depends on what you were doing. Was that dancing or taekwondo? Or something else? It kind of looked like a combination of both to me.”

#callmebcepme #{ 𝓌𝑒𝒷𝒷𝓎 }

strawbcrryplaid‌

Rapunzel found herself finally exploring town ad she wandered into the bookstore. A quiet chime rang over the door and she greeted the employee with a smile and a short conversation before making her way over toward the magazines. She wanted to see what this town was all about. Before she knew it, she had fifteen magazines strewn about her on the floor as she lay on her stomach to read one, flipping through casually. She never had magazines like these ones back in Corona, so it was nice to see the glossy photos and explore a new world. She barely heard the chime above the door as someone else entered the store. “Look Pascal,” she said to her chameleon friend who was sitting on her shoulder, “the people here aren’t so different after all! They just take lots more photos!”

“— Woah,” Phineas stopped short as he rounded a corner, just a few inches she of the sea of magazines spread out on the floor and the girl on the floor reading them. Running into another person was enough of a surprise — he’d started to frequent the bookstore once he discovered that they had an impressive science and technology section, and for as often as he was there he rarely saw any other customers — but the scene on the floor in front of him was enough to make him pause. “Hi,” he said tentatively, looking over the covers of the magazines before his eyes finally landed on the lizard perched on her shoulder. “Is that a chameleon?”

#{ ᚹᕼ𐌠Πⴹᗅⵢ }#strawbcrryplaid

withcvnfidence

barbie laughed at the young girls naivety. "not ghosts, haunted is a term used to explain that someone seems scared —- and when you say stuck, do you mean stuck in the tree?“ barbie asked, "i can help you if you would like.” stuck also has many meanings, and barbie wanted to make sure both her and the girl were on the same page. "how would you like me to help?“

webby’s brow furrowed — that was a new definition for her, but she wasn’t in the best position to be asking too many questions. that could wait until she was back on her own two feet. “right. stuck in the tree.” she confirmed. a little confused because it seemed obvious, but again, not the best time for questions. “do you see my bag there? at the base on the tree?” against the base of the tree was her light pink, tactical style backpack, and webby knew where everything in all of it’s various pockets was located. it was just a matter of directing the other girl where to look. “there are two pockets on the front, and in the bottom one there’s a couple of pocket knives. can you get one and toss it up here to me?”

#{ 𝓌𝑒𝒷𝒷𝓎 }#withcvnfidence

hvrtagain

“had to? no. but besides that, i wasn’t exactly allowed, either.” the exception was school, sort of. at auradon prep, he still didn’t choose the meal options provided, but he at least got to decide which one he ate. ben’s idea of freedom of choice was slightly skewed. “i suppose that makes sense. oh, of course. so, the more crisp the apple, the better?” ben grabbed an apple that felt acceptably firm and placed it in a plastic bag. “i appreciate your help, i know…it must seem silly, assisting a grown adult with something so simple.” sure, he was entrusted to run a kingdom, but he couldn’t figure out how to grocery shop.

his answer doesn’t really provide much clarity, and for a moment dodger looks at him with a puzzled expression. he’d gotten used to a certain level of strange over the past few weeks, but this was a much more normal kind of strange. “right,” dodger confirmed with a nod. “no prob, don’t sweat it.” he shrugged and looked over the pile of apples and selecting a couple for himself. “not the weirdest thing i’ve seen this week. not by a long shot.”

#{ 𝚍𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛 }#hvrtagain

hvrtagain

in auradon, ben never even had the opportunity to choose what he ate. he had input, sometimes, on what meals were prepared for him, but nobody in the royal family did their own grocery shopping. even when he helped his mother bake, all the fruit was collected by a servant. mal could probably help with this, but in her case, it was an extreme in the other direction. all she’d had to choose from growing up was rotten and less rotten fruits. “so…looks are important?” generally it’s something he doesn’t believe, but maybe in some cases, it holds true.

the confusion on dodger’s face is more than likely clear by now, but mixed in is a certain amount of clarity. “you’ve never had to get food for yourself before, have you?” he stated more than asked — what other explanation could even make sense? he has a few hazy memories of similarly clueless energies, from others who suddenly found themselves trying to fend for themselves ( and subsequently, the rest of the gang ). “sort of. looks are good for telling if somethings gone bad.” that bruised apple is a good example, and dodger presses his thumb into the center of the off-colored spot before offering it to the other. he’s being uncharacteristically patient, but he feels for the guy. “see how that’s all soft? apples aren’t supposed to be soft like that.”

#hvrtagain #{ 𝚍𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛 }

ovrdramatic

walton creek wasn’t necessarily all that interesting ; frankly, benny was bored. ethan and erica were here, but like —- they don’t like mischief as much as rory and it’s a damn shame that he hadn’t made an appearance back into the spellmasters life. he could surely do some dumpster fights right about now. the only person who seemed to be on the right idea of getting into trouble was maya, but she had her own things going on that it didn’t feel right dragging her into his messes. so, he’s on his own. nose scrunches up at the kid — he’s not annoyed, not really, but it’s fun to pick on kids younger than him – an eyebrow raised. "what — got y'self stuck?“

“just a little bit.” no use in trying to downplay, especially if she wanted to get down sometime in this century. and already, webby was getting triplet vibes from the boy looking back up at her. which under different circumstances would be more than welcome. not so much when she’s already annoyed at herself for getting into this mess in the first place. “it’s a long story,” she started, letting out a breath. “you don’t have a pocket knife or anything like that on you, do you?”

#ovrdramatic #{ 𝓌𝑒𝒷𝒷𝓎 }

hvrtagain

“thanks,” she says, just as quietly, her face reddening. she’s still not used to being around humans. for one thing, other fairies didn’t think much of each other’s abilities, even if those from different parts of pixie hollow could appreciate powers they didn’t have. “no, what?” peri asks with genuine curiosity, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “…really? my sister and i did the same thing! er, sort of. we made a snow machine when i came to visit her in the autumn forest.” her wings flutter of their own accord, as if remembering the time they almost broke.

her excitement makes his face light up, and the mention of a snow machine piques his interest even more. “great minds think alike,” phineas grins. “did your snow machine do the same soft of thing you just did there?” he still remembers their own backyard snow storm as if it happened last week. it wasn’t his most sophisticated project, but it was still one of his favorites. “i can’t wait until it gets cold enough to snow.” assuming that they were in a place where it would get cold enough for it to snow. he sighs contentedly, settling his hands in his pockets. “this seems like the kind of place that probably looks really pretty in winter.”

#hvrtagain #{ ᚹᕼ𐌠Πⴹᗅⵢ }

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