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riding-the-sunset-bird · 3 months

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A character reference based on all four Steps of Our Life! It's only "sort of" a height reference as well since obviously they're not 100% accurate (the devs don't have specific heights for everyone to my knowledge).

I did dig into the code to try and get characters at their "normal" heights but there are other matters at play too (example: Nicolas is obviously "taller" than he should be because he needs to be pushed upwards to be visible enough above the game's text box; likewise with other very short characters).

Still, this should serve as either a nice reference guide for every character or a "height reference" in the sense of getting an idea of which characters are shorter/taller than others.

I'm also going to detail some extra notes below the break, including posts from GB Patch's Tumblr that reference any defined heights (with Cove being the obvious one) or general height things, as well as some more stuff about the MC's height in comparison to the three love interests depending on what you pick.

Cove's height is listed on GB Patch's FAQ as 4' 1" in Step 1 (also stated as "mostly average, perhaps a bit on the short side"), 5' 4" in Step 2 (in-game this is defined as "very tall" on the MC's potential height spectrum, as that is the only option considered on par with Cove's height), 6' 0" in Step 3, and 6' 4" in Step 4. A fun fact is that Cove's final height was originally 6' 3" (191cm) instead.

Derek in Step 2 is under five feet tall (this post also lists Cove as "around 5 and a half feet tall" which you could take as either close enough to 5' 4" as stated above or a potential original height he had that got changed). In-game, he's "short" but not "very short", as having your MC be "very short" will prompt narration telling you that you're shorter than Derek, whereas "short" only has you relate to him in smolness generally.

Step 4 Derek is "mostly average." He wouldn't be considered tall nor would he be considered short. His youngest brother Nicolas will "probably end up as a similar height to him" once he's more grown up.

Step 4 Baxter is "taller than average, but not especially tall."

I've been informed that, on the Our Life Patreon Discord, Step 4 Derek's height is listed as 5' 9" (175cm) whereas Step 4 Baxter's is listed as 5' 11" (180cm), so those are their defined heights. Before that, both of their heights had jumped around somewhat. A post from 2019 said that Derek was 5' 11", but a post from June 2021 said that Baxter was 5' 11" and Derek was 5' 9" (so consistent with the Discord). Then there's also another post from July 2021 (you'll have to scroll down for this one) that listed Baxter at around 5' 10" while Derek was 5' 8"/5' 9". If you're insane enough to try and use the character reference too, then Baxter would actually be around 6'1" at minimum since he's taller than Step 3 Cove (though you could also make the same argument that this means the mom trio of Pamela, Noelani, and Kyra must be decently tall as well since they're so close to Cove on the character reference).

I don't have any experience with GB Patch's other game, XOXO Droplets, so I don't know what ages the characters are in it, but since both Shiloh and Jeremy are characters seen visibly in Our Life, I thought I'd also mention that they're listed as 5' 10" and 5' 5" (or 5' 5 1/2") respectively in XOXO Droplets. Jeremy also apparently grows to 5' 8" in his 20s and he's 22 in the Our Life Cove Wedding DLC (I don't think this is spoken of in the game specifically but he's labeled as 22 in the code).

As for the MC and how their height plays into things, "tall" and "very tall" as well as "short" and "very short" tend to be considered the same for the most part in the game's code. It's not that there isn't a difference at all (I would say it's still notable), it's just that sometimes the game may be more vague about height differences. My post about Errands references this where you don't need more athletic points due to being "very short" instead of "short" to give Cove a piggyback ride.

A guesstimate I'd make is that about 5% of the time, the game will take note of whether you're "very tall" instead of "tall" or "very short" instead of "short." Otherwise, you're either "generally tall," "average," or "generally short." There are also other instances (usually with Cove) where the game might just check if you're either generally tall (around Cove's height) or not generally tall (i.e: definitely shorter than him).

This is actually relevant to the heights because, following all above information, one would assume that Step 4 Derek is average, Step 4 Baxter is tall, and Step 4 Cove is very tall going off the MC's potential "height spectrum" of very short, short, average, tall, and very tall, but it's not entirely the case.

A "tall" MC (generally tall) will look "down" at Step 4 Baxter just as he will look "up" at them or they'll look directly at each other if the MC is "average," same as Step 3 Baxter, but--

when the game has any instance of differentiating between "tall" and "very tall" (they never do this for Step 3 Baxter so the base assumption would have to be that he's just average height), things change.

During Baxter's apology in the wedding of his Step 4, Baxter dips his chin to look at the MC if they're "short"/"very short," levels his chin to look at the MC if they're "average"/"tall," and then lifts his chin to look at the MC if they're "very tall." A generally tall MC still has to lean down to kiss him if they choose to do so though.

Also, during the intimacy scene with Baxter (either in his office or his living room), if the MC is "very short," "short," or "average," it states that Baxter is taller than them. If they're "very tall," then Baxter is shorter than them, but a "tall" MC is "almost the exact same height" as him.

This is all a really long-winded way of saying that GB Patch referring to Step 4 Baxter being "taller than average but not especially tall" might mean that he's some infuriating middle ground between average and tall where he's not quite one but not quite the other either (which honestly is very Baxter of him so I can't even be mad).

#type: helpful #type: cracking the cove #our life #olba #our life: beginnings & always #((If you line up the images yourself then make sure the height of the original images are all the same))#((I don't know if Tumblr squished any.))#((Let me know if I'm missing anyone!))#((I know there's Step 3 Jeremy and someone named Cala in Derek's Step 4 (haven't gotten there yet)))#((but you only see those two on the phone so there is no ''default'' position/size for them.))#((Also I was worried that Tumblr would eat the quality if I uploaded such long images))#((so I separated Steps 2 and 3 and 4 into multiple images.))#((Hopefully that's fine; if you line them up side-by-side it still works out.))#((Me feeling so exposed because now how I design my Coves is here for everyone to see.))#((Feel free to judge my bias towards the color blue.))

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lordgrimoire · 1 year

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The Amity Parkers

Inspired by This Post, which is long, read the many reblogs and tags and comments, it’s fun!

Tim was Ninety Percent Sure that he was going absolutely insane, granted it was a long time coming. Danny Fenton, his Chemistry teacher and Dash Baxter, his Phys Ed teacher? That was two people from the same practically non-existent town in Illinois, but add onto that the fact that even MORE people kept showing up in Gotham from sleepy little Amity Park and proceeded to either A:Thrive or B:Thrive but with the Energy of a Kryptonian having nonstop contact highs.

After his two teachers, or more accuratly before, there had been Jazz Fenton, a new Psychiatrist working in Gotham and making rather noticeable strides in things. Then arrived her brother and Baxter, who had applied roughly at the same time in the aftermath of a Rogue attack on the cities water treatment plant, and the floodgates seemed to less open more fly off the hinges as though breaching charges had been used.

Now there were MORE people here, there was Tucker Foley, working at Wayne Enterprises as a coder and a damn terrifying one to boot, Sam Manson, an activist who ended up throwing Tim during one of his Red Robin patrols where he’d come across her “Protest Site” which had been a small park in The Narrows. Wes Weston, a cop, had been giving his coworkers and his Chem teacher NOTHING but grief, insisting that Fenton was doing “Something” wrong but never quite being able to get things to stick, upon further digging this had been a long running one sided rivalry. There was also a SECOND Psychiatrist, Paulina Sanchez, at Gotham Academy who was also from Amity Park, and her files were airtight, as Damian’s most recent hacking attempt and Tim’s own follow up had failed to breach her firewalls.

So, here Tim was, staring at Danielle “Dani/Ellie” Masters, Dr. Fenton’s CLONE and the Academies newest but also most feral teacher as she boxed the Joker hard enough for an audible crack to be heard from their classroom from where she was fighting the demented clown on the field. Baxter was still running his class as normal, though a bit further away, and Dr. Fenton was still teaching their class, while Tim was trying to get Extra Credit and vengeance on the Doctor through today’s extra credit task, making a tracker that could track Doctor Fenton for Twenty Four Hours.

Why was he seeking vengeance you ask? Well given the fact that Jason brought Doctor Fenton to Family Dinner last week [with Alfred’s blessing] and had come in with the most gremlin-esque energy he’d seen from a Non-Rogue. Now don’t get Tim wrong, he likes Doctor Fenton, he may be demented as all get out but he was regularly making counters to drugs and toxins that seemed to just inhabit Gotham. BUT! Doctor Fenton and Jason had been so sickeningly cutes-y with each other at Dinner, like a couple of Birds of Paradise trying to one up each other.

Then of course was the “Story Time” where the two had teamed up to tell embarrassing stories, though Danny held back, a touch. It didn’t absolve him, especially with how he egged on Jason, which very much didn’t help the whole “I know you’re the Bats” situation. AND THEN! There was the fact that a majority of the Amity Parkers KNEW that they were the Bats, It was as though they had gone through this whole song and dance before, which given prior statements of Doctor Fenton having “Hung up the Cape” seemed to imply he used to be a hero in Amity Park, where your average joe could one on one a rank and file leaguer or at least give them a rough time.

The fact that a semester of training from Baxter and Fenton alone had made Tim’s year group capable of facing off with the JL was a testament to that.

Speaking of which, some Junior Leaguers were coming to Gotham, if only for a place where they were not as “Strange”. Some of those moves may have been encouraged with the recent custody battle between Luthor against Vlad and Danielle Masters regarding Connor, who was a Copyrighted clone as it turns out, which had resulted in Connor being made a ward of Danielle Masters, who had chewed Superman out HARD along with her Original, Doctor Danny Fenton himself.

Suffice to say, Clark did NOT get majority of Custody, and only got every third weekend, which was terrifying in Tim’s opinion that this small town mayor who was as wealthy as Luthor, had turned up, legally thrashed Luthor, and then given custody over to his daughter, thrashed SUPERMAN with KRYPTONIAN LAWS, and then gone back to Amity Park Illinois to resume his Mayor-ship there. The fact the town was essentially a self governing and self sufficient region meant that the League was now VERY AWARE of it, and the fact that the League of Assassins had tried and FAILED multiple times to infiltrate the town, with more people going rogue than staying loyal, with only one out of nearly two hundred assassins returning to Nanda Parabat, critically wounded and very much insane.

In Tim’s opinion? Amity Park raised people similar too but far more prepared than Gothamites, for while Gothamites may have the Fight in their bones, Amity Parkers seem ready to back it up with experience, training, and life experience.

But then again, Mr. Lancer had been an immigrant to Amity Park, and he was the blueprint of sorts for all of his students who had gone into teaching, much the same for how Batman was the Blueprint for all the other Bats.

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morallyinept · 7 months

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Five Days - A Joel Miller Series

Summary: Joel Miller comes back into your life unexpectedly after a gap of thirty years, and stirs up all kinds of memories and longing. Now, as you're stationed on an outpost for five days alone with the man you stupidly let go of all those years ago, you have a chance to confront him about your past life together and all the things you wished you’d said and done.

But Joel’s different now, and you know you need to tread carefully. Joel Miller is not the same man you once knew in another life.

A slow burn romance set in the post apocalyptic world, approx. twenty or so years after the initial Cordyceps outbreak.

Pairing: Post-Outbreak Joel Miller x MatureF!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. However reader is of a similar age range as Joel; in her late forties/early fifties. Joel is slightly older at 56.)

Chapter Word Count: 3.8k

Series Masterlist

☝🏻See Series Masterlist for full smut warnings & triggers in this story. Chapters that contain smut or triggers will be highlighted in the chapter notes below. 👇🏻

Chapter notes: You've arrived in Jackson. Now it's time to formulate a plan on tackling the threat of the infected horde. Nothing too heavy to note here in this chapter, although there is some angst. Joel makes his appearance.

Enjoy! 🖤

Previous Chapter

The following morning, Joel Miller doesn’t hear his name being yelled over the mitre saw, lowering it to cut through the wooden beam he slides perpendicular to the blade.

Saw dust puffs out in a beige cloud at the end of the table, dispersed by the breeze, and through it he sees his younger brother coming into view.

He jabs at the button with a stubby thumb stopping the saw and wipes his blistered hands on a dank cloth hanging out the back pocket of his scuffed and beaten denim.

He feels the irritating graze of an embedded splinter already nestling into his pointer finger, and his eyes sting from the blow back. He makes a mental note to look for any goggles on his next scavenging mission.

Joel scans the work being done on the foundations to the plot on the left of him approvingly, although his expression doesn’t change; twisted up in a knot of constant frowns that's as regular as the weather. Several houses are going up as planned, and he’s on track to fill the quota he promised Maria he’d deliver by the fall.

Then he watches, with a slight mirth as he shakes his head in haughty derision, as Tommy Miller channels John Baxter from A Fist Full Of Dollars. Strutting towards him with that stupid white Stetson perched on his head, and all he’s missing is a gold star badge pinned to his lapels and a six shooter resting on his hip.

“They were fuckin’ right!” Tommy exclaims as he gavottes up to big bro.

“Who was?” Joel asks, dumbfounded.

“Shit, ya don’t know?” Tommy rattles, the jet of his hair under the Stetson appearing damp from the sweat as it catches the sun. Oiled black curls frame his grizzly face that Joel notices is ageing a little more now. Fatherhood, he presumes. “Newbies. Took ‘em in yesterday mornin', five of ‘em.”

Joel tosses down the cloth and retreats back under his workshop canopy lazily with Tommy pulling up the gauntlet. A constant shadow that plagues him when he'd rather just get on with the job at hand.

Gossip isn't his forte, despite Tommy feeling the need to run off the comings and goings of the commune to Joel on an almost daily basis. However, being in the know tends to help him navigate this tight knit community where everyone seems to know everything about everyone, much to Joel's tempestuous chagrin.

“Yeah, n’ what are they right ‘bout exactly? Forgot m'crystal ball today.” Joel drinks from a cloudy glass of homemade lemonade that’s far too sour for his liking; needs more sugar, he thinks.

His brown eyes squint out into the sunlight making them look amber as he sucks the tart taste from his tongue. He's made a whole jug of this shit and it ain't gonna go down too well with his hiatal hernia, despite being parched from working in the heat all day.

“There’s a horde of infected, ‘bout fifteen klicks from here. S’big.” Tommy explains.

Joel eyes him narrowly over the rim of the glass. “How big?”

“Least a thousand strong, they reckon. Wiped out their camp. Poor sons o’ bitches.” Tommy leans against a pile of standing wood beams and it clatters, unsteadying him.

Joel lances him a pissed off look and pushes him out the way to neaten it up again. He’s always coming by and messing with his shit.

“Thousand strong?” Joel mutters out through a strangled gulp. A subtle tightening is felt in the centre of his chest, but he does his best to wring it out before it can unfurl. Some days it's easier than the others.

And catching the splinter in his finger as it scrapes against the wood brings the sting to his focus and he winces. "They sure 'bout that?"

“Yeah. We sent scouts. They just got back."

"Shit," Joel murmurs, sucking his finger, gnawing at the irritation. He can already feel his blood start to ice over at Tommy's revelation.

"Y’ever heard of anythin' like that? They evolving or somethin'?” Tommy enquires.

“S’possible. Behaviour could change.” Joel shrugs and thinks on it for a moment. “Maybe they know there’s no-one left in the cities anymore. Finally picked 'em clean.” Joel grits his teeth and carries on arranging the planks.

He catches Tommy's look which mirrors the concerned ticking in his own mind.

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence, congregatin' like that.” Tommy shrugs.

Joel shakes his head, tipping back the remaining lemonade with a hiss around his teeth as it burns his gums. Joel doesn’t believe in coincidences.

Or much more than that these days.

“Maria’s formulatin' with their leader, planning on doin' something ‘bout it. Need you in on this.” Tommy states clearly.

“No, ya don’t.” Joel remarks sourly and turns back to the saw. “M'busy.”

“I ain’t askin’,” Tommy says and Joel's shoulders hunch up.

Joel contemplates it, contemplates strangling him, but nods in defeat as he runs his hand around his aged scruff as his younger brother stares him down into submission. His forehead sweats as he adjusts to the mounting predicament they face.

“M’gettin’ too old for this gallivantin’ around shit, Tommy.” Joel sighs.

His last supply run hadn’t gone so well; ended up with a twisted knee and returning a little worse for wear. He was still tired from days of sleeping rough on hard grounds, from fighting with infected that came his way.

From listening to Tammy and Garret bicker non-stop the whole way there, and then fucking like jacked-up rabbits, thinking he couldn’t hear them when they made up, stuffed clumsily and too tightly into one sleeping bag.

He was always paired up with them as of late for some unknown reason, probably to test him further when Garret would harp on about how using magic erasers would literally clear the dirt and gunk off of anything in a pinch. Is that so? Joel could only reply whilst his fingers became heavier and itchier on the trigger of his rifle.

Probably orchastrated to alert him to his own sense of loneliness too. Everyone, or at least it felt like that, was part of a pair in the commune.

Friends, lovers... and some days it only served to remind Joel at how he was an obvious smear on that schmoozed harmony that orbited around him.

Maria had tried - or rather forced - to pair Joel up with unwitting and unwilling suitors, fearing that the longer he was left to fester by himself, the more of an unhinged liability he was in some way.

He'd agreed, after much wearing down, to a date with Carrie, just to stop Maria from meddling. Although, if what constitutes as a date these days is an over-cooked meal in the Tipsy Bison, where Carrie and Joel were sat on the same table in stunted, awkward silence, whilst everyone around them gawked and whispered like they were in a fish bowl for their amusement, well... Joel wasn't keen to repeat the experience.

Carrie's boy was of similar age to Ellie and apparently that was enough to make her Joel's soulmate.

He was inclined to disagree.

After a frank conversation, and a bitch-fest to Tommy about his woman getting all up in his personal grill, Maria had backed off and left him to his own singular devices.

Joel just preferred the quiet now.

Preferred that to the unzipping of his skin for someone else to bear witness to the horror of his insides that were rotten and tightly wound around his bones like dried out vines.

Despite the nauseating sounds of Tammy rutting like a Red Wattle hog with Garret a few yards from him, somewhere in the back of his mind, Joel would still reminisce about the touch of a woman and how it had been a long time, despite his resistance to it.

And then his mind would think of all his past failures in the dating department and then he wouldn't be able to sleep anymore after that, so would get up and remove himself away from the incessant humping, and try not to shoot himself in the face in the middle of nowhere.

Joel needed rest, needed some damn sleep.

Needed to get these houses up whilst Tommy ran around playing Sheriff, and to stay busy. Keep the thoughts at bay, keep the fear locked up tight in the box he tried - and often failed at, keeping the lid on.

“Ah, we'll fix ya up with some retirement home later. Ya ain’t dead yet, old man.” Tommy replies.

“No. But you will be.” Joel tosses the cloth at him and a small, guarded smile slips off his lips. “T’fuck is that on ya head anyhow? Y'look like fuckin' Woody.” He flicks the Stetson.

Tommy’s face softens as he claps Joel on the back. “Y'eat any breakfast yet?”

Joel shakes his head, feeling the constant loss of his appetite standing in solidarity with him.

“Come on, I’ll buy ya some eggs.”

“What with? Ya ain’t gon’ buy me shit,” Joel snickers, allowing Tommy to drag him towards the bar.

That same morning you’re sitting in The Tipsy Bison with Kelper and the others of your group having some breakfast of your own.

Guthrie eats one-handed with furtive peepers darting madly around the place, and Sal just seems happy to be able to taste bacon again, moaning in orgasmic delight as she crunches around the crispy rind.

Max is fumbling his way through sloppy mouthfuls of mushy oats as he talks with Kelper. You’re still amazed at the variety of food that’s on offer, but the wary faces around you all cut into that enjoyment somewhat.

Their eyes are cautious, yet curious. As you meet some of them, they immediately look away.

Maria’s in the bar with her baby in her arms; a dribbling bundle of gurgles that’s cute as he is loud when he screams. She reassures you all, as she does the rounds, that everyone will soon warm to you; that it’s normal for any newcomers to be looked upon scathingly.

And you agree; you were all just as wary of intruders bundling into your peaceful harmony when your own group welcomed them in. You have to earn people's trust, it’ll take some time.

You get up to dispose of your plate, there’s table service in The Tipsy Bison, but you want to feel useful and at least try to give something back in return as thanks, no matter how small the gesture.

These people are trying to create a normal world within a chaotic one, but manners still exist.

And it fractures you for a moment at how everything seems so… normal around you.

Laughter, chatter. Everyone seems so carefree. Like the stillness has ground everything to a halt, frozen in a snapshot of time gone by that you still pine for; a hedonistic wonderment that's still craved in your blood. It's surreal, almost unsettling.

You can feel it thrash around in your squally gut.

"Hey. You good?" Kelper's voice is beside you and his hand rubbing across the top of your spine, which melts the icicles jarring your vertebrae immediately.

You smile weakly at him. "Yeah. I'm good."

You see two men come into the bar out of the corner of your eye, talking with deep Texan accents that echo into the hollows of your bones, but you pay no mind as Kelper offers you more coffee to go, as you scrape your plate into the waste bin for food scraps.

Makes sense that they’d compost it as you read the signs informing you so. Nothing is wasted here.

You turn, smiling to Kelper, lost in listening to him regale you about something with regards to the plan for the horde, when you brush past the upper arms of one of the men, colliding with him gently.

You feel it again; the wave of it brushes over the fine hairs of your skin.

Something about that accent that echoes in the deepest corners of your mind reminds you of a hole you thought you had cemented over. A bolster of prickles floods your epidermis again, and then it's gone as quickly as it comes.

You don't stop though, not capturing his face, as he throws a muttered apology over his broad shoulder, and you toss one back as the man beside him in a white Stetson talks his ear off listlessly.

You laugh as you leave, probably a little too loudly at something Kelper quips to Max as it pulls you out of any sense of recognition that you just swam in.

You forget it instantly.

Joel looks up just to see your silhouette disappear from the window of the door; your hair flowing behind you like a comet's tail in the summer breeze. The back of your head is all he glances.

He frowns, tossing away any semblance of recall that haunts the base of his spine for a moment and shakes it off as quickly as it comes.

Somewhere deep inside of him, he’s heard a laugh like that before.

A sense of déja vu clouds behind his eyes as he predicts exactly what Tommy will say next and finishes his sentence for him, much to his younger brother's joviality.

He smiles thinly, turning back to the hot cup of brown pouring out for him and wanting to get back to work. Tommy tries pressuring him into eating something, but as Maria approaches with the now screaming baby, Joel has an excuse to finally scarper.

It's not that he doesn't enjoy his nephew, more so that he can't stand the noise he makes at these decibels in his only ear that can hear clearly.

You follow Kelper and the others outside and back towards the houses, readying to meet with Maria and the council shortly.

Kelper tells you that you shouldn’t be nervous, when he clocks how quiet you are this morning, and you're not. If anything you want to get out there and get the job done. Some revenge on those dead assholes might make you feel better for what you’ve all lost.

And Max is only too eager to agree with you as you throw him a small smile.

You stop, sighing when you realise you've left your jacket in the bar. 'I'll be back, you guys go on," you say to them as you head towards the bar entrance.

As you go to push in, you collide again with the same man coming out, and it knocks the wind out of your sails as the fleeting recognition now instantly floods through your senses, as you catch his annoyed features peering at you as his coffee sloshes over the rim of the cup.

Oh my God. No way!

Crumpled Polaroid snapshots of times long since passed rattle and hurtle across your vision as it all comes back to the forefront for you to relive in painful detail.

You feel your heart lurch into your throat for it to regurgitate out of your mouth at his feet in a bloody mess of sloppy ventricles. You feel unsteady for a moment as the whole world tips on its axis and you feel yourself swaying with it.

It boils; your heart palpitating, your fingertips thrumming.

You recognise the wide, rich brown eyes staring back at you filled with regret and longing, or at least that's what you imagine in this moment of pure unadulterated shock.

It's hard to know if any of this is real, or if you've just been shoved cruelly into some torrid dream.

His hand is crushing the coffee cup in his grip as he regards you too with instant familiarity, and something else weaving across his worn features.

“J-Joel?” You splutter, amazed. Holy shit! "It's really you."

He's mute. He hears his name roll out of your mouth, something he never thought he would ever hear again, and it stops time.

Unable to speak even if he wanted to as a croak similar to a toad escapes him from the back of his throat that's now closing in on him.

"W-what are you…?" You fail to finish the question as the unspoken awe crushes and winds you both.

He thought it was you, in a moment of weak, stupid delirium; was convinced it was your laugh he’d heard, but couldn’t be sure.

Couldn’t be sure if it was just another spectre haunting him.

And now that you're here looking up at him, smiling in that way he remembers suddenly, and with watery eyes, it stuns him too. Stops every coherent thought in his jumbled brain, stops his fingers burning from the scalding coffee splashed over them, and words fail him as you stand here before him - having the audacity to be alive and looking just as staggered as he is.

His feet feel like concrete blocks and someone shuffles past him out of the bar knocking into his shoulder gently with a frazzled apology, but yet he still remains frigid in his stance, unmoving.

You speak again, despite the inability to breathe now clogging the words up in your throat.

“If anybody was going to survive the end of the world, it’d be you.” You confirm with a flabbergasted smirk at him.

Your words seems so feeble and juvenile in this monumental moment.

“Only just,” he replies now, summoning the courage to speak back to you, but from where he doesn’t know. He feels like his voice is no longer his own, floating out of him like crumpled, Mylar balloons losing their helium as they sag to the floor.

“Y’were with the group?” He asks in a slow daze.

“Yeah." You nod like you have no control over it.

He nods quickly too. His heart is racing, a blend of nostalgia and anticipation that makes Joel feel sick to his gut.

His chest tightens again as the memories of you come flooding to the front of his mind, blasting out of the locked boxes he'd kept you safe inside; blinding him and deafening him for a few moments.

"This is… I can't believe you're alive." You whisper. "I thought maybe you might've-"

“No.” Joel grumbles. And it pains him everyday that he's still here and refusing to die, the stubborn fuck. "I thought... you-"

"No." You smile weakly. Evidently you're just as stubborn as he remembers too.

He shakes the coffee off his fingers and wipes them on the hem of his plaid shirt. You don’t see that they’re trembling, and he’s cursing inwardly for them to stop.

"Fuck, h-how are you?” You ask him, knowing it’s probably a stupid question of epic proportions.

How's the apocalypse been treating you, Joel?

Oh, just dandy darlin', n' you?

But words fail you and you’re running on some strange autopilot as your brain tries to catch up with what you’re seeing and process it.

It’s failing miserably.

His once sharp features are now a ghost on his face; his head is lowered a little with his neck shrinking into his collar. He seems shorter somehow, if such a thing were possible.

A muscle somewhere inside of your heart snaps.

“Urm,” Joel states to the ground, suddenly very emotionally constipated. Maybe more so than you remember. “Uh, I need to-” He throws his thumb over his shoulder and turns away instantly.

“Yeah… sure,” you nod as he abruptly leaves and takes your remaining breath with him.

There's nothing you can do but stand there, rooted to the spot as you watch him leave. A barrage of millions of unanswered questions batter you and pulverise your bones into dust.

Joel Fucking Miller, here. Of all places in what is left of this tiny, perfidious world.

You instantly think that Joel Miller must shit out Lucky Charms. That son of a bitch made it, but you’re not surprised. He was always strong where you were weak.

The world had already come to an end when Joel had disappeared out of your life, and seeing him now reminds you of that devastation, that loss. All over again.

And it seems worse than the bloodshed somehow. Worse than the constant fighting for survival. Worse than the hunger ravaging you for days on end.

Reminds you, starkly, that you never really got over the pain of it. Never really got over him.

And it's a sucker punch to your jaw that leaves a nasty contusion blooming on it now, with purple spidery veins, as you can only watch him walk away. Rooted to the spot on which you stand with your gut slowly falling out of you.

It reminds you that you'd mourned for him in the early days, convinced he hadn't made it. Then wondering if he had and if he was mourning for you somewhere in that short burst of delusion when all hope seems lost as you're on the brink of checking out.

Convincing yourself that he was searching the world over for you and you had to continue on, for him. To find him again. But of course, when you think about it, he was an after thought through the death and destruction.

And that makes you feel guilty somehow as you look at the back of his head shrinking further away.

A faint reflection in the dusty mirror of your cortex holding onto life, that had faded significantly and was replaced with thoughts that didn't expose their length or colour, other than to focus on the immediate tasks at hand.

Like, not dying.

But now, he glimmers; he burns through the membranes and sinew and blinds your eyes with the sight of him before you. He's killing you all over again.

Suddenly, the last twenty-odd years seem worth it somehow. Even if the thought is razor-wired around the ludicrous.

You watch him go, hauling his tired and heavy bones along with him, somewhat bemused, somewhat bereft. A slight limp now to his once bold strut when you knew him back in a time where the world was still just as fucked up, only differently.

The uninvited memories of him you thought you had buried, rise from their graves; marauders with rotting flesh coming to get you.

They seep back into full technicolour and booming surround sound for you to relive and experience the resentment, the bitterness, and the full elation all over again.

Joel's alive. You're alive.

And in some unexplainable, sadistic twist of fate, you're both here, thrust together into a world where the pieces of your souls, that were once laid bare and entwined tightly together in an unflinching knot, now lay at your feet in tattered shreds.

Fuck.

To be continued...

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meowzilla93 · 5 months

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thanks to @riding-the-sunset-bird i got a touch of creativity due to a non-romance kiss you can have with Baxter that just brought me SO MUCH ANGST TO PLAY WITH

ahem

also @differenteagletragedy for feeding my obsession and letting me rant and eventually create part one of this story

so without further ado, please enjoy :D

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Many people under-estimate how difficult wedding planning can be; In saying that, they typically realize it quickly and either gain the help of friends and family to plan the day, or they reach out for a wedding planner to handle the worst of the planning stress.

Baxter knew this all too well, and as he waited for his clients to arrive with the rest of the party at the restaurant, he pondered their situation with a wry grin. For reasons unbeknownst to even himself, he decided to agree to help his new clients plan a wedding that is meant to happen in just under a week. This was going to be a challenge all on its own, but Baxter enjoyed a good challenge now and again, and right now, this wasn’t phasing him.

He hears the party approach the table and turns away from the window he was staring through and looks at the happy couple in front of him and two additional new faces. As the couple introduced the new attendees, Baxter immediately recognized Miranda from his time in Sunset Bird, all those years ago. What a touch of irony that it’s another Eckert that’s got him planning a function in the last minutes leading up to it.

“Of course you are the charming brother of Mirandas', I should’ve expected as much” with a wry smile he looks across Miranda, the couple Jude and Scott before resting is sight on Terry, slowly coming to recognize the fourth person at the table.

“Randy, do you recognize this guy?” Terry is bewildered as he asks, unable to recognize Baxter, not that he is at all surprised. He did lose his ostentatious monochrome style and went back to dyeing his hair in full black again; It would take someone who truly knew him to be able to recognize him, and that is a someone he didn’t have in his life. At least he thought so.

As he sat there, with a pondering look on his face, amiable smile still firmly in place, he hears a voice he dared never to hear again.

“Baxter…”

Keeping up appearances mattered little right now, he needed to know that he wasn’t hearing things. Quickly, he stood up, almost knocking the chair aside as he reached his full height and looked past the four people in front of him, searching for the one person he thought he would never have the luck to see again.

And there you are. His eyes land on you and its as if time stopped right there and then; And as he stared at you, memories from five years ago coming flooding back into his head. That summer in 2016, where you met by some luck once again after that Soiree from fives years prior to that! Where you both reconnected and spent time and adventures together, though only as friends; He wished for a small summer romance with you but you declined him at the time, and as much as it did pain him he understood, he just wanted to keep being friends with you.

As those memories flooded his mind, there was the one that stuck out the most, the one that was burned into his mind, one he both regretted and cherished with all his might. The night you were up, deep into the night making cupcakes for Miranda, and you kissed him. His affection for you had only grown over the time he spent with you, and there you were, sweet and darling as you could be, gently pressing a kiss to his lips in the dead of the night.

He knew he shouldn’t entertain it. He knew that if he did, he would come to regret it later because he was going to hurt you when he eventually left with nothing more to say, but he couldn’t resist. He wanted to be selfish, to truly let himself go and just be with you in that moment. And so, as you look into his eyes waiting for his response, he brings his free hand up to the base of your head and pulls you in deep; Mouths moving in rhythm with each other as he deepens the kiss further, trying to drink you in, to try and memorize how you feel, taste and smell in this moment, as he wont ever be able to have this again. But as soon as he could feel himself sink into the kiss, that bitter voice in the back of his mind reminded him of what he was about to do, and he pulls away.

He remembers how you looked in that moment, flushed as he knew he was as well, before you both went back to work on the cupcakes, without a further comment on what had happened. He remembers it as clearly as the day he walked away from you, leaving you in the middle of your street with the look of disbelief on your face when he told you that he would never contact you again, nor would he see you again. With haunting clarity, he remembers as he turns away, the shine that had collected over your eyes spill down your cheeks, and you stood there, not saying another word as he walked out of your life, for good.

At least, that is what he anticipated; Never seeing you again. Yet there you are, shining like a daydream he never allows himself to have, with an identical look on your face of when he left you on that street five years ago. This is why he couldn’t think of you over those years, why he didn’t deserve to remember your beautiful smile and kind words. Because all he can do is bring you pain and put that hurt look on your face, and he knows that he is going to deserve every piece of karma coming his way over the course of this wedding.

#our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #olba #our life #olba baxter #baxter x mc #olba mc #meow fic!

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helluva-insomniac · 6 months

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Headcannons for Hazbin Hotel characters pt. 2

Some of these characters weren’t seen in the pilot, but I’m hoping they’re in the rest of the show so I still added them

Cherri Bomb-

She tries to help Angel get out of his contract with Valentino, but Angel does his best not to let her

She sets aside 3 days a week for self-care, turf wars take a lot out of a girl, you know?

She’s accidentally blown up some of her own stuff with her bombs before, those are bad days

Sir Pentious-

Doesn’t like Alastor because he’s “too modern” despite trying to be more modern himself

“How do you do, fellow kids?”

One of his songs for his music band got number one for like an hour, little did he know it was because people were showing it to their friends because of how bad it was

Outside of turf wars, Sir Pentious treats the egg bois like his children

Molly-

Is only in hell because she has such close ties with the mafia, but also she can DEFINITELY shoot and probably went on a hit once or twice to help her brothers

World’s best Italian chef, she had to learn how to cook quickly after her mother’s death because “the help can’t help forever, Molly, grow up.”

Hosts HUGE Christmas celebrations every year, they are catholic after all, but mostly it’s for the food

She has the Thickest Italian accent known to mankind

Arackniss-

Is with Sir Pentious (still have no idea where that ship came from. Love it)

The only reason he goes to Christmas at Molly’s is for the food

For a while, he only sees Angel every few years, but the brothers act like they’ve never been apart when they’re together

Speaks almost exclusively in Italian unless it’s for work and the other doesn’t know the language

Also treats the Egg Bois like they’re his kids. It’s one big happy family

Baxter-

Can be seen about once a year on a random Tuesday at the grocery store

Most experiments he attempts blow up in his face

The only other times he’s seen is at the hotel making plans with Alastor if he needs something

A True introvert

#hazbin cherri bomb #cherri bomb #hazbin baxter #arackniss #hazbin hotel #hazbin molly #sir pentious

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mortiferumsomnum · 2 years

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Excuse Me, Barmaid, I’m Afraid You Brought Me the Wrong Hero

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Okay, so... Mayyyyybe Dash should have thought this through. And, Dash would like people to know that he was doing all this out of the goodness of his heart. Phantom was becoming... Tired. Everyone could see it. Even the wacky Fenton parents noticed it, doubling their efforts to catch the only ghost that could defend their home.

And, well, when you find an old book from your grandma's that tells you how to summon heroes, who wouldn't take that chance to help their local hero? At least, until Phantom gets better.

So, yeah. Dash wanted a hero who wouldn't get overshadowed. He wanted a hero who had the might of the gods. He wanted a hero who could also be just a regular person, able to blend in with the crowd.

"Hey, do you have any more food?"

Dash wanted to bash his own head against the wall. Because he didn't summon a hero. He summoned a scrawny, 12-years-old kid who looks like he was randomly picked up from the streets!

His mom cooed at the child.

"Yes, you're welcome to have more, sweetheart."

"Thank you, Mrs. Baxton!"

Yeah, this kid certainly isn't a hero if he's easily stealing all of his mom's love and affection like that.

His mom pinched his cheeks, commenting how polite the child is, before getting started with the dishes.

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HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA 😂😂😂

I LOVE summoning fics and ideas!!! 💙 And because I love them, I wanted to change things around a bit! What if it's the local Amity Parker that ends up summoning heroes from another world/universe? (or they could be in the same universe if you'd like!) HERO SUMMONING!

- Dash ended up summoning Billy Batson, who could pass as Danny's little brother if the Fentons were willing to take him in.

- But the kid, for some reason, doesn't hate him for summoning him and wants to stay with Dash.

- Dash's parents are even considering adopting the kid! As if Dash brought the kid into their home out of the goodness of his heart. (Technically, he did. 😂)

- "Oh, Dash, sweetie. This reminds me of the time you said you wanted a little brother because you found out that little Danny was actually the same age as you!"

- "Mooooom! You promised not to talk about that!"

- "Correction: your dad promised. And I will abuse my power to tease you endlessly!"

- At first, Billy did this to annoy Dash. He knows a bully when he sees one. He also wanted to see how far he could go in annoying Dash before he gets kicked out by him. But as time with the Baxters’ goes by, Billy finds that he's become very fond of this summoner who's slowly becoming like his big brother. Being annoying didn’t feel like a ‘how far could i get away with this’ but has now turned into small teasing between siblings, it was... kinda great...

- But, when Billy encounters his first ghost attack, he suddenly knew exactly why he was summoned. It could have been Superman, or Batman, or Zatanna, or even Wonder Woman! But being the Champion of Magic gave him access to the Infinite Realms, not enough to traverse it, but to at least receive contact from it.

- And so, with a loud SHAZAM! he turns into Captain Marvel and fights alongside the upcoming King to the Ghost Realm.

- Dash... He just witnessed the most insane de-transformation of his life. When lightning struck near his home, he got worried about his parents and, dare he say it, his new little brother. (Dash saw the adoption papers. But also, the kid was growing on him. He gradually stopped being a bully when Billy thought of how cool Dash was, like he was a white Victor Stone or whatever. It made him want to be better, especially when those eyes were genuinely impressed with him. It made it all the better when Danny was weirded out by his character development.)

- But when he saw the newest Hero, Captain Marvel, the very example of what a hero should look like, should act like, and should be like, transform back into his little brother, so many questions started filling Dash's head. Was Billy actually an adult? Or was Captain Marvel really just a child?

- Dash really did summon a hero.

- Dash confronts Billy, because there was no way Dash would be able to pretend he didn't see anything.

- The more Billy talked, though, the more Dash felt... panic rising in his chest. He summoned a hero, yeah, but the hero is an ACTUAL KID who TRANSFORMS INTO AN ADULT.

- That's not what makes him panic, though. What does is that he became so attached to this scrawny kid who keeps raiding his secret sweets stash, who keeps stealing his parents' affection, who Dash has to visit his room at night because he seems to be the only one who can quell the kid's nightmares.

- The newest hero is his kid brother. His annoying little brother. His newest precious little brother who laughs and smiles at him, and calls him the coolest when he manages to throw the football so many meters away.

- It's not about Phantom anymore. Dash needs to be there for his brother.

- He comes to a realizatiom that maybe, maybe, all this time Phantom didn't need another hero to help him. Maybe, all he needed was people who cared to just back him up and give him support. Give him encouragement that he was doing great. That what he was doing was appreciated.

- Because Billy seemed to get better and better when he was told how good he was being in this hero gig. How relaxed and relieved he was when he realized that Dash wasn't going to leave him alone in helping Phantom.

- So, Dash also tells Phantom what he said to Billy, that he has Phantom's back. Phantom didn't seem convinced, most of all Manson and Foley. But Phantom takes it, especially when Dash was being genuine about it.

***

- And then there's Wes. Nosy and annoying, and bordering on stalkerish. Maybe he might be right about Phantom being Danny Fenton, but he really needs to leave his little brother alone. Dash won't hesitate falling back to old habits if he won't stop.

- "Why are you so calm about all this, Billy?"

- "Oh, well, Batman was more of a stalker than Wes is. Oracle and Red Robin, Batman's hero partners, are actually scarier because they thrive in this. The way he's going about it is actually pretty cute, in comparison."

- Cute? "We need to do something about how desensitized you are about this."

#dc x dp #dash baxter #billy batson #danny phantom #jazz coming up to billy and asking him if he's really okay being with dash #and billy saying yeah because it's really funny listening to how dash pronounce words wrong before bed #and dash makes some really good food too but dash doesn't tell anyone he can cook because he has some internalized toxic masculinity #dash is working to get rid of it tho!#And jazz tells billy that it's not his responsibility to make dash a better person #and billy scoffs because 'lady i'm being a little shit on purpose i'm literally insufferable'#if there's anyone you should tell this to it's tim drake because he literally makes it his responsibility to both diss batman #and take care of him

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differenteagletragedy · 5 months

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if requests are still open, i hope you don't mind writing some comfort headcanons for mc who's ill with olba boys (i'm down with covid again,, its making me kinda sad because its near the holidays). if you're not comfortable write these, its fine!! thank you for writing olba fics and works - they're like a source of comfort to read esp since the game is officially finished 🫶

I hope you feel better, friend!!!

-- Cove is doing the thing where he's freaking out but he's trying not to make this about him, but like he's REALLY freaking out. Especially if it's covid (I know covid isn't a thing in Our Life Land, but he would NOT be well in 2020, or for a while after).

-- He's not concerned in the least that he'll catch it. He'll wear a mask if you ask, but he's more concerned about taking care of you. Literally tell him anything you need and he'll get it/do it. If you feel up to it, you can get some good laughs this way.

-- Gets one of those thermometers that you can just hover over a forehead to check someone's temperature, checks yours constantly, even (especially) while you're sleeping.

-- If you still live at home or nearby, he's having your moms and/or Cliff cook for you. He can heat up some soup, but he's going to be asking for the good stuff for you. If you don't live nearby, he's going to have to get something delivered.

Cove: *barely paying attention to his phone while checking your temperature for the umpteenth time that day* Hey Siri, DoorDash soup.

Siri: I'm sorry, I --

Cove *throws phone out the window*

-- Cove will take care of you diligently with sort of a panicked undertone. Derek will be just as diligent, but as a certified third parent to two baby brothers, this isn't his first rodeo.

-- Guy actually has a notepad on the counter that he's using to monitor your symptoms.

-- He picked up one of those little oxygen sensors too, you know what I mean? Like the little things they put on your finger at the doctor to check your oxygen levels (science). You can get them for your own person use too, and he grabbed one at the pharmacy when he was picking up supplies.

-- If he has to take you to get medical care, he is going to present as calm and collected because he knows that acting like the scared little lovesick boy he is on the inside isn't going to help anything, and he's an expert about pushing his feelings down anyway, so he's had practice!

Nurse: *after listening to Derek give a summary of your symptoms* Wow, you really know your stuff! Are you in healthcare?

Derek: No, this is just who I am as a person.

-- Baxter is a little bit of a mix between the two! He'll pretend to be calm, it's no big deal, you're just sick, you'll be fine. But on the inside, he's giving Clingy Cove a run for his money.

-- Do you guys have those nurse lines where you can call and talk to a nurse and they'll tell you what they advise you to do? Yeah, they get on a first name basis with Baxter during this.

-- He's not sleeping until he's certain you're going to be ok. If you're good and sick for a few days, you are going to have an absolutely unhinged nursemaid looking after you.

You: Baxter, you can go to bed, seriously, it's fine.

Baxter: *dark circles under his eyes, hair a mess, he threw on one of your t-shirts because he stopped being able to work buttons after being awake for so long, he looks absolutely feral and not even remotely in a hot way* I'm all right, darling! Don't worry about me!

-- Will cook for you, is cleaning up everything while you sleep, work can wait. This boy is ANXIOUS, again, especially if its covid. Maybe you might have to have a talk about it when you get to feeling better!

#our life beginnings and always #cove holden #derek suarez #baxter ward

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a-sterling-rose · 1 year

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Danny Phantom Writing Prompt: One Less Thing to Worry About

There are many things people can tell you about Jazz Fenton. She’s smart, pretty, surprisingly well adjusted considering who her parents are. Among those descriptions, the first thing people usually bring up is her love for her younger brother, Danny Fenton.

It was a huge scandal when Jazz heard Dash Baxter bragging about giving Danny a particularly nasty bruise. Dash never could face Danny properly after what she did the the Jock. Even when people stopped talking about it, the fact that Dash cried so much from a single good punch from the girl was enough for everyone not to take the jock seriously. Because of her clean record, Jazz only got a day of detention from the fiasco.

Danny was embarrassed from the it all, but Jazz didn’t mind. As long as her brother had one less thing to worry about, she didn’t care what she had to do to make it happen.

When Jazz found out Danny was the Phantom, she wanted to help out as much as she could. It took a while for Sam to warm up to her, but Jazz was eventually a member of team phantom. Jazz found herself especially capable with an ecto-gun, her aim getting much better once she learned how to tame her adrenaline. As their ghost antics continued to occur, her resentment towards her parents grew.

Danny never wanted to talk about it, but Jazz could see the discomfort on his face whenever their parents talked about their plans of dissecting the Phantom once they finally catch him. To rip him apart molecule by molecule.

So, as a good sister would, she felt it was her duty to do something about it.

Jazz never considered the thought of owning a gun. She was quite scared of them at first. The ecto-gun her parents designed felt more like holding a toy because of how light they were. Guns have a certain weight to them, especially when loaded.

Vlad was so willing to let Jazz ‘borrow’ a gun from his personal collection. He even took her out target practicing for ‘bonding’. Jazz didn’t bother correcting Vlad about his assumptions, she needed to get as much out of Vlad as she could. As a additional gift for their ‘personal secret’, Vlad gave Jazz an ankle gun holster so that she would always have the gun on her if she ever went somewhere she didn’t feel safe.

Even though they were the same aqua blue, some people noticed Jazz begin to wear boot-cut pants on the regular instead of her ankle-cut pairs. She used the excuse that she grew bored of her old pant style, and the change was quickly accepted as the new normal for her.

Beyond that change, Jazz’s life continued as if the visit to Vlad’s never happened. She continued to help her brother ghost hunt, her ecto-gun always ready in hand as she continued to perfect her aim. Jazz never brought up she ever visited Vlad, and the man surprisingly did the same. Perhaps he knew what she intended to do with it if the time came. Perhaps he just assumed she would only take down Jack. Maybe that’s why he didn’t offer to give her rubber bullets instead? Jazz would have denied them if Vlad offered.

Vlad was a damn fool if he really believed Maddie was any different from Jack. Jack may be more verbal about his intent, but the excited gleam in her eyes showed she also held the same desire. Maddie was also the bigger threat despite Jack’s bigger built, so she would be the first to be taken out to ensure Danny’s safety.

Danny truly believed their parents would accept him if he revealed himself, but he never could answer why he didn’t come out to them now if that were the case. Jazz would always smile and give Danny a hug to reassure him that he could take his time. That when he does gather the courage, she wants to be there with him as support. The gun holster felt itchy against her skin whenever this topic came up.

As long as Danny was right, the gun would never see the light of day again. It’s not like Jazz wanted to get rid of their parents despite how flawed they were. However, if things were to ever go wrong, Jazz would be prepared.

As long as her brother had one less thing to worry about, she didn’t care what she had to do to make it happen.

#Danny Phantom #jazz fenton #jasmine fenton #danny fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #Vlad Masters #dp au #concealed weapon #angst

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joshuasumter · 8 months

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You're not going to believe this! The Disney 100-year Anniversary crossover short, Once Upon A Studio, is coming! 100 years of stories, 100 years of magic, 100 years of Disney! It's like Disney's House of Mouse all over again, with a hint of Night at the Museum. I've been waiting for this all my life, I'm so excited! (Also gets you and some people hoping for a House of Mouse revival/reboot on Disney+, or maybe a mini-series inspired by this short) Featuring 543 characters from over 85 Disney films and shorts, the following list features those that are only from Walt Disney Productions (1937–1985), Walt Disney Feature Animation Studios (1986–2007), and Walt Disney Animation Studios (2007-present).

Films

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Pinocchio

Fantasia

The Reluctant Dragon

Dumbo

Bambi

Saludos Amigos

Victory Through the Air

The Three Caballeros

Make Mine Music

Song of the South

Fun and Fancy Free

Melody Time

So Dear to My Heart

The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad

Cinderella (1-3)

Alice in Wonderland

Peter Pan (1-2)

Lady and the Tramp (1-2)

Sleeping Beauty

101 Dalmatians (1-2)

The Sword in the Stone

Mary Poppins

The Jungle Book (1-2)

The Aristocats

Bedknobs and Broomsticks

Robin Hood

The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

The Rescuers

Pete's Dragon

The Fox and the Hound (1-2)

The Black Cauldron

The Great Mouse Detective

Oliver & Company

The Little Mermaid (1-3)

The Rescuers: Down Under

Beauty and the Beast (1-3)

Aladdin (1-3)

The Lion King (1-3)

Pocahontas (1-2)

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1-2)

Hercules

Mulan (1-2)

Tarzan (1-2, Tarzan & Jane)

Fantasia 2000

Dinosaur

The Emperor's New Groove (1-2: Kronk's New Groove)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire (1-2: Milo's Return)

Lilo & Stitch (1-2: Stitch has a Glitch)

Treasure Planet

Brother Bear (1-2)

Home of the Range

Chicken Little

Meet the Robinsons

Bolt

The Princess and the Frog

Tangled

Winnie the Pooh

Wreck-It Ralph

Frozen

Big Hero 6

Zootopia

Moana

Ralph Breaks the Internet

Frozen 2

Raya and the Last Dragon

Encanto

Strange World

Wish

Shorts

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit in "Trolley Troubles"

Mickey Mouse in "Steamboat Willie"

Silly Symphony (Three Pigs, Big Bad Wolf)

Donald Duck

Goofy

Pluto

Figaro

Chip n' Dale

Adventures in Music

Humphrey the Bear

John Henry (Disney's American Legends)

Ballad of Nessie

Paperman

Ben and Me (1953)

Toot, Whistle, Plunk and Boom (1953)

Lambert the Sleepish Lion (1952)

*Roger Rabbit, made by Richard Williams's studio in England, and Enchanted, made by Tony Baxter, will not appear in this short because they don't belong to WDAS. 69 + 16 = 85!

#once upon a studio #disney #disney 100 #disney 100 years of wonder #once upon a studio disney #disney once upon a studio

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tending-the-hearth · 10 months

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ALRIGHT BESTIES BUCKLE UP FOR MY MUTANT MAYHEM COMMENTARY

i will kick this off by saying that Mutant Mayhem is quite honestly one of my favorite iterations of the turtles EVER, second only to the 2012 versions.

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR MUTANT MAYHEM (duh lmao)

the theme of having a family and a place to belong was established from the VERY beginning of the movie, so yeah, heartbreaking start lmao

Baxter's devotion to his children was just 😭😭

literally the best version of Splinter EVER i will not hear any arguments

I'd lay down my life for these boys in a heartbeat

the way Leo gets teased is SO perfectly how siblings tease each other, the little mocking tones and gestures is literally how my siblings and i act with each other

no bc Splinter having a history of being rejected by those around him and the boys being all he has and the one time he tries to go into a new environment it goes terribly and that's what leads him to never wanting the boys to leave 😭

but of course it's also SUCH a valid explanation for how he behaves like ofc he's going to try to keep his sons safe!!

the boys are so silly goofy kiddos i love them

"i dream of violence every night" "i think you have a problem" RAPH I LOVE YOU WITH MY WHOLE HEART

their excitement over the fight in the bike shop was so!!!! they're finally being heroes

Leo's little crush on April is literally the cutest thing wtf

the "bacon egg and cheese" moment was 100% some inside joke between the turtles' VAs, it was so random that it couldn't be anything else lmao

BUT i'm not complaining because that added so much to the boys!!

i love April, she's so realistically hesitant about the turtles, but also realizes that they can help with Superfly

also she has a list of questions she wants to ask the turtles, and one of the questions was "how many people has the red-banded turtle killed? does he need therapy?" and i cackled

the montage of them finding the different bosses!!!! and each turtle getting his own moment!!!

"why did you punch him, he told us everything!!!" Raph was in a silly goofy mood <3

Mondo has no thoughts. No brain.

The way the other mutants immediately started treating the boys like little brothers?????? my heart????

Bebop and Rocksteady being twins is my favorite thing

Mondo being truly heartbroken by the boys kicking him out of the van, he was so sad

Wingnut just trying to look out for her little brothers!!

THEY GOT FUCKING MILKED

Splinter literally not caring about anything else he just wants his boys safe!!

The other mutants turning against Superfly because they don't want to hurt the humans, they just want to be family!

Splinter realizing his mistake in sheltering his boys so much, and helping them destroy the device!!! growth!!!

His speech to the boys about how even if he doesn't like humans, the boys do, and he wants them to be able to be happy, so if helping the humans makes them happy, then he'll do everything he can to make sure that happens 😭😭😭

THE SHOT OF THEM ALL WALKING TOWARDS THE CITY AND APRIL THROWING RAPH THE ANTI-MUTAGEN GUN??? HELLO???

okay but the moment where all the news channels are reporting about the boys and their team being monsters, and it's just spinning around the boys as they realize they might never be accepted broke my heart

Leo stepping up as leader and recognizing his brothers' skills my beloved

WE GOT A SLO-MO COWABUNGA LINE

Splinter flashing between when he brought the boys to the surface for the first time and the humans chasing them away vs. the humans approaching him with concern and helping him to his feet 😭😭

THE HUMANS TEAMING UP TOGETHER WITH THE MUTANTS TO GET THE CARTRIDGE TO THE BOYS I'M FUCKING SOBBING

The mutants living together, they're a family your honor 😌

MIKEY LEAVING BEHIND HIS MASK

They got to go to school!!!!

and each of them finding their own group outside of their brothers!!

Donnie with his computer friends!

Mikey joining improve!!

Raph joining wrestling!!

April and Leo looking into TCRI!! Leopril truthers rise up!!

And the final mid-credits scene leading into the TV show with the hint towards TCRI still kicking AND AND AND

THE SHREDDER TEASE AT THE END??? HOLY SHIT??? HE LOOKS SO COOL???

There were also so many little background things that made me emotional, like the LGBTQIA+ flyers on the school poster board, the trans flag pinned next to the flyers, the little scribbles on the lockers and April's helmet, the details were just so so perfect. there honestly wasn't a single thing i didn't love about the movie!!!

GO SEE IT WHEN YOU CAN

#mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem spoilers #tmnt mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #michelangelo #raphael #donatello #april o'neil #master splinter

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Make Yandere headcannons for 2003 Raph

Sure, sorry for the long wait, still really new to the 2003 turtles (Can I just say I really like how they depicted Baxter in this variation?)

If things are OOC, I am sorry. Aged up as usual.

Yandere! 2003! Raphael Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Jealousy mention, Murder mention, Manipulation implied, Obsession, Violence, Protective behavior.

2003 Raphael seems like he'd be different from his counterparts.

He isn't mellow like 2018 Raphael.

But he seems more mature with his anger than 2012 Raphael.

He's his own turtle but in terms of anger he's similar to 2007 or 2014 Raphael.

This Raphael still loves the fight, he just wouldn't be too sadistic like how I write 2012 at times.

He's actually scared to be angry at times in fear of hurting those he loves.

As a result he's more mature and can control his anger better.

He's caring and concerned at times, even loyal to those he cares about.

He can be impulsive and sarcastic at times, however.

"I just... don't want to hurt you, alright, darling?"

This Raphael would try to control his anger around his darling in order to have you trust him.

Compared to any Raphael other than 1987 and 2018, that's quite an improvement.

This Raphael can dish it out just enough anger to defend you or when he's jealous.

Speaking of jealousy, compared to other incarnations he can hide it well.

It bubbles out more as him being grumpy or moody before becoming completely violent.

"I don't like them, alright!?"

Raphael in this version would not hurt his darling intentionally.

He's certainly more aware of his anger and what it can do.

As with most turtle incarnations, if not all, Raphael would stalk his darling.

He's not going to record everything about you (Donatello) or be obsessive about your safety (Leonardo)...

He's also not all that clingy (Michelangelo).

He just likes to know about you enough to spark conversation and just... be near you.

If he ever did get angry around you, he's apologizing profusely in case he hurt you.

He doesn't care as much if he hurt someone he's jealous about being near you.

He only apologizes because you make him-

"Fine, fine... I'm sorry! ... don't have me catch you around (Y/N) again, dirtbag."

If anyone threatens his obsession, they're hunted.

He knows his way around the streets, he's impulsive, and he's concerned for his obsession's safety enough to kick someone's shell.

He's a no-nonsense kind of person.

If his darling put up resistance against his affection, Raphael's shutting it down in the least violent way he can manage.

"Hey... I'm just trying to show I care for you!"

In terms of if he'd murder for his darling, only if he has to.

Jealousy would drive him to beat someone up but usually not murder them.

Unless he gets a bit too into it.

Usually murder would be if your life is in danger.

The first time it is, at least...

It gets easier after the first time.

Kidnapping does not come easily.

He's impulsive but not when it comes to kidnapping.

He prefers being a... guardian to his darling more than anything.

He likes to hide in the shadows and watch you, pouncing on anyone he sees as a threat.

He believes he can protect you from your home or his.

Plus, he feels he's strong enough to intimidate many different foes.

Luckily, with this Raph you may not have to deal with kidnapping unless your safety is threatened in any way.

"I'll protect you. That's what anyone should do for family, that's what Leo says atleast...."

In terms of affection, Raphael is willing to give/take.

He isn't as affectionate as the 2003 incarnations of his brothers, yet he enjoys it.

He acts like he's reluctant when you hug him or lay beside him...

He quickly isn't.

He even looks like he's enjoying himself when he feels you run your fingers across his skin and shell.

He gets defensive if anyone sees him so vulnerable other than you.

If the companionship between you is more forced, he'll be the one doing the affection.

He seems a bit hesitant but he'll still hug you and nuzzle into your hair.

"This isn't so bad...."

The best part about this Raph is certainly his more mature way of dealing with anger.

He's mature and tries to not allow you to be harmed because of him lashing out.

He hopes this means you'll feel mutual about him if he displays his care for you.

Even if it doesn't come easy to him... he's still not used to the lovey dovey kind of stuff.

Overall, this Raphael would be significantly more concerned about how his anger affects the relationship between you...

This does not mean he isn't a monster behind the scenes, unfortunately.

"Look, he needed that beatdown, I promise. I was just looking out for you!"

#yandere tmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt 2003 #yandere raphael #yandere 2003 raphael

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jamesbracket · 1 year

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The matchups have arrived!

This tournament includes 96 characters named James, Jim, Jimmy, and Jay (with some others too), and they will all be competing in 6 brackets of 16, and the winners of those will be participating in two semifinals, and the winners of the semifinals will fight each other in the final finals! (Basically, it’s just how I did it on @blue-character-brawl, but with the amount of participants cut in half.)

Here are the matchups:

Bracket 1

Jim Hopper (Stranger Things) VS. Jim Halpert (The Office)

James “Rhodey” Rhodes (Marvel) VS. James “Bucky” Barnes (Marvel)

James Bonde (Moriarty the Patriot) VS. James Blond (Super Mario Brothers Super Show)

Jim Rockford (The Rockford Files) VS. James Bond (James Bond)

Jimmy Carter (Real Life) VS. James Madison (Hamilton)

James Byrd (@byrdsfly) VS. James Byrd (Spyro the Dragon)

JayMoji (Real Life) VS. James Phryllas (Real Life)

Jimmy Z (Wild Kratts) VS. Jimmy T (WarioWare)

Bracket 2

James Baxter (Adventure Time) VS. James (Adventure Time)

Jamestown, Virginia (Real Life) VS. James Webb Telescope (Real Life)

Jim Henson (Real Life) VS. Jim Davis (Real Life)

Jimmy Olsen (DC Comics) VS. Jim Gordon (DC Comics)

Jay Gatsby (The Great Gatsby) VS. James Henry Trotter (James and the Giant Peach)

Jimmy Neutron (Jimmy Neutron) VS. Shimmy Jimmy (Phineas and Ferb)

James McCloud (Star Fox) VS. Jay Elbird (Ace Attorney)

James (Wii Sports) VS. James (Papa Louie)

Bracket 3

Captain James Hook (Peter Pan) VS. James Norrington (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Jim Hawkins (Treasure Island) VS. Jimmy Hopkins (Bully)

Jamie Waring (Black Swan) VS. James Flint (Black Sails)

Jamie McCrimmon (Doctor Who) VS. King James IV (Doctor Who)

Dr. James Possible (Kim Possible) VS. Jimmy Pesto Jr. (Bob’s Burgers)

Prince James (Once Upon a Time) VS. James (Princess and the Frog)

jim teacher (This TikTok) VS. Nagasaki James (Noonbit Man)

James March (American Horror Story) VS. James Vane (The Picture of Dorian Gray)

Bracket 4

James (Pokémon) VS. James T. Kirk (Star Trek)

James the Red Engine (Thomas and Friends) VS. James P. Sullivan (Monsters, Inc.)

Jamie Fraser (Outlander) VS. James Sunderland (Silent Hill 2)

James Ironwood (RWBY) VS. Private Jimmy (Red vs Blue)

James Rallison (Real Life) VS. James Huckle (The Search for Santa Paws)

Jay Walker (Ninjago) VS. Jimmy McGill (Better Call Saul)

Jaime Lannister (Game of Thrones) VS. Jimmy Novak (Supernatural)

Jem Carstairs (The Infernal Devices) VS. James Herondale (The Last Hours)

Bracket 5

James Wilson (House MD) VS. Jamie Tartt (Ted Lasso)

Jim Lake Jr. (Trollhunters) VS. James Hunter (Animal Ark)

James (The Walking Dead) VS. Jimmy (Scott Pilgrim)

James-Roman Grilfalinas (@artificialkids-2k23-official) VS. Jimmy Lightning (Peggle)

Jamie Wellerstein (The Last Five Years) VS. Jamie Winter (Midsomer Murders)

James Holden (The Expanse) VS. James Ford (Lost)

James Garrett (Zoey 101) VS. James Amber (Life is Strange)

Jay Merrick (Marble Hornets) VS. Meanie Jim (Junie B. Jones)

Bracket 6

Jim Moriarty (Sherlock Holmes) VS. James Maguire (Derry Girls)

James Black (Detective Conan) VS. James Gunn (Real Life)

James the Cat (James the Cat) VS. Jimmy the Robot (The Aquabats)

Jimmy King (Emmerdale) VS. Jim Johnman (Monster Factory)

Jame Palrose (Terror Island) VS. Jimmy (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac)

James Diamond (Big Time Rush) VS. James Herriot (All Creatures Great and Small)

James West (The Wild Wild West) VS. James Maxwell (We Happy Few)

Jimmy Campbell (Bandstand) VS. James E. Negatus (Yonderland)

Round 1 of Brackets 1 and 2 will be going up on Saturday, May 20!

#jamesbracket #bracket #competition #tournament

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Elmsworth House, July 4th, 1818

John: And that damn scandalous politician, Theophile Baxter! I will not be voting for that bloody liberal!

Elizabeth: Please dear, reduce your swearing.

Peregrine: I wouldn't say Baxter is completely liberal, John. Some of his policies are more conservative than liberal. I don't like him much either though so he doesn't have my vote!

Helena: *sighing* Must you always bring up politics during dinner, Perry?

Peregrine: No dear but-

Helena: I dare say, may we change the topic?

Ashley: I think Miles Bragg is a very good polit-

Helena and Peregrine: Oh shut it, Ashley!

Emma: What do you think of this muslin, Laurence? Does it make me look like a proper young lady?

Laurence: If you ask me about another damn "mouslin" or whatever the devil it's called I believe I'll go mad!

Emma: It's called muslin!

*Laurence sighs*

William: Mar-Dear Ms. Ramsbury. Are you enjoying your dinner?

Martha: Yes-yes. Quite well.

William: Capital!

Aurelia: I think your muslin is lovely Ms. Carew. Please disregard your dear brother.

Emma: Oh thank you, Lady Aurelia!

Patience: Oh yes, it's very lovely. I'm not sure why Mr. Carew hates muslin so!

Laurence: My apologies my dearest Lady...oh and Mrs. Ramsbury.

Aurelia: *whispering* Why are you looking at me like that? Are you cross?

Frederick: *whispering* Am I cross, "My dearest Lady.."? Perhaps I "je n'aurais pas à résister à l'envie d'embrasser tes lèvres pulpeuses et d'embrasser ta silhouette parfaite..." or whatever the hell he said.

Aurelia: Oh heavens, it worked.

Frederick: Whatever do you mean it worked?!

Aurelia: You paid no compliments to my hair. I thought you didn't notice it. I did it this way for you and you paid me no compliments!

Frederick: I noticed you and your pretty blue silks the moment you stepped into the drawing room. Had I not been engaged in conversation with your uncle, I would've gone and talked to you.

Aurelia: I'm sure of it. I still haven't received a compliment on my hair from you, perhaps I shall invite Mr. Carew to my birthday in four da-

Frederick: Dearest, sweetest, loveliest Lily. I love your gorgeous hair and how those little ringlets adorn your beautiful face. I love that style and if it makes you happy, I would wish you wear it more often. Not saying I don't like any other style you wear, but that one is my favorite so far. Is this good enough for you? Please know that I sincerely mean it.

Aurelia: *blushing* More than good enough.

Frederick: Now will you stop giving that scoundrel any ounces of your attention and affection?

Aurelia: I shall try.

Aurelia: *giggling* I shall be cordial with him. It is the polite thing to do. You're also a fool if you ever think Cornelius Grey would allow one of his daughters to marry a second son! Let alone an atheist. I'm sure he will invite you to stay with us in Brindleton at Paelford.

Frederick: *laughing* I hope he does. But you tease me too much. You enjoy vexing me.

Aurelia: Admit that you like it when I vex you.

Frederick: I only like it when I do not have the urge to rip someone's tongue from their throat.

Aurelia: Frederick Worthington!

This grandiose dinner continued for the next hour until everyone was stuffed. Aurelia found herself mainly conversing with Frederick throughout this dinner, and no one paid them any mind. It was quite obvious to everyone in the room, including Laurence of the affection they shared, even if it was in modesty due to them being surrounded by others. Peregrine, knowing the coming events decided that the gentlemen would not smoke directly after dinner. Once the table was cleared of dinner and dessert plates, William Carew mustered the courage to arise to make a speech, with his wine glass in his hand.

William: Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed family and friends, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude. The warmth in my heart exceeds the glow of any candle that graces this room. Before we head to the drawing room, I must share with you a moment that has forever altered the course of my life. A fortnight ago, at the ball held by Viscount Markham, I dared to utter words that have forever changed the trajectory of my and Ms. Ramsbury's future. I asked a question that resides in the chambers of every romantic heart. A question that binds souls and weaves fabrics of destiny.

William: I inquired if she would be my forever partner in this so-called journey called life. I asked Miss Martha Ramsbury if she would be my loving, and faithful wife. I am pleased to tell you she has happily accepted!

Helena: Oh my goodness! My dear girl is to be wed, how wonderful! I shall have to ask my dear brother if you two may tie the nuptials at Auglire! Oh Peregrine, how blessed are we!

Peregrine: *in between tears* Yes, quite blessed my dear!

William: To love, to friendship, and to the uncharted seas of me and my dear bride's shared future-cheers!

Everyone in the room stood, and the room was filled with the clinking of crystal, followed by a chorus of heartfelt congratulations and well-wishes. The only one who didn't seem to wish the couple good wishes was Patience Ramsbury, who Aurelia couldn't help but notice her fake smile and discomfort.

Laurence Carew ordered nearby footmen to bring him a bottle of brandy.

Laurence: TO MY FUCKING BLOODY BASTARD OF A BROTHER!

Laurence: HAVE SOME MERRIMENT ON THIS JOYFUL EVE YOU LOT!

John and Elizabeth Carew let out a long sigh at how embarrassed they were by this son of theirs. But their annoyance didn't last long, for their firstborn and heir to their estate was to marry Miss Martha Ramsbury! At this moment, Aurelia realized who Laurence reminded her of. No other than that of Thaddeus Skeffington, a man whom she had a lot of disdain for. Despite her teasing Frederick to get him jealous, she knew she could never marry someone like Laurence. Laurence was more up to speed with her friend Villoria. Frederick was the only man she could ever see herself marrying.

Although she was happy for Martha, she couldn't help but wish she had a ring on her finger and a lace bonnet on her head to share Martha's bliss. How she wished she was Lady Worthington, Countess of Henford. Oh, how she regretted rejecting Frederick's proposal. Perhaps they even would have had babies by now had she accepted.

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