Cosmic Funnies
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@lcngstcryshcrt
~ penned by lily ~
Kimberly Possible - abigail cowen - bio - intro
Nani Pelekai - anna akana - bio - intro
Terence Hansen - adrian öjvindsson - bio - intro
Haku Kita - kentaro sakaguchi - bio - intro
Maximus Stoddard - alfie enoch - bio - intro
Belle Derosiers - dakota johnson - bio - intro
Terence frowned at the sigh that left her lips.
Scooting closer, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, squeezing.
"It stinks," he agreed, "Every time I get it out my shoulders and back just ache."
If there was one thing a dust keeper was good for, it was a shoulder to lean on. An ear to listen, even when all he could do was empathize, let his friends know they weren't alone.
"Maybe there's something in this weird town that we just have yet to find that will get us the ability to resupply. Then you can fly all you want."
Sylvie nodded, the faintest of pouts on her lips as she leaned into his hug. She was so grateful for the other fae, though sad they had to deal with it, too. Some seemed more bothered than others.
"You think so?" Perking up at that, she sat up a little straighter to look at him, study his expression. Did he know something she didn't? "Well, that would be just wonderful, Terence. Maybe you're on to something. There are fairies all over the world, right?" And maybe some of them were built differently, but... "Surely Pixie Hollow isn't the only place to find pixie dust."
Then she wouldn't have quite as much to miss about home.
He bumped her shoulder with his own, winking.
"I'll figure it out. Your friendly neighborhood dust-talent is on the case."
He gave her a mock salute, then dropped back on the couch and kicked his feet up on Sylvie's coffee table.
"Thanks. I'm in desperate need for more reading material." Wendy was running out of magazines to flip through while she was bored at work; one could only go over the same pages so many times before they lost their appeal.
Pulling their card from their pocket, she held it out between her index and middle finger. "Is there a limit to how many I can borrow at once?"
"I know that feeling well," Belle sympathized. "I find sometimes I've even worn out my comfort reads."
She took the proffered card and began running into her system.
"Um, usually folks just take one at a time but I'd probably be comfortable with up to three! Here you go," she handed the card back, and turned to find a bag.
"Is folklore a special interest of yours?"
@david-kawena
Nani smoothed her hand across the mantlepiece, lips pursed. The real estate agent's voice floated through the air, muffled by the wall between them.
She turned, putting her hands on her hips and smiling at David.
"What do you think? I like all the classic details but I'm just so worried about how I'm going to keep all this clean," she explained, gesturing at the beautiful fireplace and the surrounding built-in bookshelves.
@faiirytalcs
"Okay! Yes, thank you again! See you another time!" Belle called, waving from the doorway as her final patron of the night finally took their leave.
She pushed the door shut, turning the twist lock and leaned her back against it, puffing her cheeks out in a sigh.
She straightened, flashing a smile at Kit, featured author and star of the evening's show.
"I'd say that went over quite well, would you agree?"
Max lifted his hands in a placating gesture, raising his head to look Eugene in the eyes.
"Only joking, man," he replied, regretting the rash suggestion immediately.
"You'll just have to gain her trust another way, and hopefully, through interactions with you, something will break Maude's hold over her."
He leaned forward and put a hand on Eugene's knee.
"Look, if anyone can get through to her, it'll be you. I know how much she loves you. Somewhere, that's all locked away, but we both know she's a tough kid."
Maximus was using his best Captain of the Guard voice, the one he used on recruits that needed the encouragement. He didn't mean to. It just was... happening.
"What if you invited her to drop some paintings off at the shop? Or have her do some custom designs for you? Then you'd have at least some time with her while she was delivering or painting at the shop." He switched to problem-solving mode next, trying to think outside the box.
Flynn continued to glare at him for a little while longer, not fully believing the joking excuse since he didn't believe Maximus knew how to joke. The guy was always serious, too serious and needed to lighten up at times. This certainly wasn't one of those times though, at least not in his opinion.
"That's a good idea- and maybe I'll arrange that at some point. But I actually...." He trailed off, suddenly embarrassed. "I asked her out on a date already. I have no idea if she's actually going to show up though." Flynn rushed the words out of his mouth. Maybe he was embarrassed because he wasn't sure if Rapunzel was going to go on the date. Or maybe it was because he'd never really dated before. Sure there had been flings here and there but never anything serious. And what him and Rapunzel had had really just happened. So to suddenly try and win her over a more 'traditional' way was a lot of pressure.
Maximus frowned.
"You just... asked her?" He repeated, not quite sure how to respond to that statement.
"I mean, that's certainly one way to do it," he muttered to himself, rubbing a hand down his jaw.
"Well, if she does show then you'll have something in your back pocket to suggest for your next meeting. Like I said, the more exposure she has to you and us in general, only the better I hope."
He looked out the window, frown still lingering on his face.
"In the meantime I wonder if there's someone or something in this town that can break a memory-lock like that."
@posey-milne
Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the shop window, catching motes of dust dancing in the beam. Belle waved a hand through it, trying to disperse the cloud but only succeeding in setting the dust swirling, drawing the eye even more.
Sighing, she turned away, a trio of books pressed to her sternum in her other hand, searching for their homes on the crowded shelves of her little shop.
The front bell chimed, and Belle poked her head around the corner of the shelf to greet her customer.
"Bonjur! Let me know if you need any help today!"
Usually Posey stuck with the Library when she wanted a book but there was often times they hadn't acquired new releases soon enough for her liking. That was how she found herself wandering into the bookstore. Plus she was hoping they might also sell some notebooks as well. Unfortunately as this was her first time in the store, she had a hard time navigating. Even though she'd thought she knew where things would be, she couldn't help but feel turned around. Which led to what she dreaded the most. Having to ask for help.
Slowly she wandered to where the woman working was, hovering from a distance. Her voice not quite working for her, instead looking almost like a fish gasping for air.
Belle hummed to herself as she pushed the books back into their places on the shelves, swaying slightly to the tune stuck in her head.
Absorbed in her work, it took a few moments to notice the other woman standing there, a stricken look on her face.
"Oh, my dear! I'm sorry, I didn't notice you standing there!" She gasped and chuckled, stepping forward to put a comforting hand on the other's shoulder.
"Are you alright, honey?"
Open starter Location: Poor Unfortunate Soul
It felt like forever for Nyx for the third shift security guard to show up and replace her at work. She didn't hate her job. It gave her a sense of pride, duty, and purpose. That didn't mean she wanted to live there. Fast forward a few hours and she was tucked away at the corner of the bar, finishing the last bit of her drink. She flagged the bartender down for another just before someone sat beside her. She glanced over at them and then at the various other unoccupied barstools. Her drink was set in front of her and she didn't hesitate to grab the glass and take a sip. Nyx let a short time pass before she directly looked at the person next to her, whose presence was bothering her for no reason other than they could have sat anywhere that wasn't next to her. She was enjoying her solitude that night and the vibe they brought was really fucking it up. "Is there a reason you had to sit next to me when there are plenty of open seats elsewhere?" She rose a brow as she questioned them. "I mean, seriously, don't you think that's strange?"
Maximus wasn't totally sure why he was at the bar. After putting through a few new applications, he'd grown so frustrated that he wanted some air to clear his head.
The walking had brought him to the sidewalk outside of Pour Unfortunate Soul, and after a few moments of contemplation, he'd gone inside, bee-lining toward the bar.
Max must have been craving closeness, because it didn't even cross his mind to choose a seat away from the young woman at the bar. He slid onto the stool next to her, waiting for the bartender to notice him so he could put an order in.
Her words startled him out of his reverie, head turning to look at her as his face flushed.
"Oh, sorry! I didn't even notice that it was so empty. Uh, I can move down," he babbled, scooting to the next stool over and gesturing to the space between them.
"Better?"
Max followed the wrapping in it's abbreviated arch to the floor, frustration simmering under his skin.
"Entertainment and trouble often go hand in hand," he replied, leaning down and picking up the wrapper, stalking over to the trashcan and dropping the garbage with a crinkle of foil.
"'Let loose'?" Max repeated the phrase, propping his hands on his hips and shaking his head at Swizz.
"As riveting as reading local ordinances sounds, my hobbies have exclusively involved swordplay, running..." his gaze flicked to the painting hanging over his couch, his frown easing slightly as his eyes swept along the brush strokes.
"Well, I'm thinking of trying to paint. Don't laugh at me."
He felt the flush grow in his cheeks as he turned back toward the counter again, brushing imaginary dust from the surface.
"So, no. 'Letting loose' is probably not in my wheelhouse."
"Swordplay," he hummed, putting all of his self control into not making a joke about kinks he was fairly certain would go unappreciated.
Swizz tilted his head, noticing the look on Maximus' face, the way he turned away. Embarrassment? Maybe he thought Swizz would make fun of him, but he didn't think it was a dumb statement.
"You should do it. That'd be cool. Imagine you're the next Van Gogh or something." He wasn't the best at being an encouraging friend, but he tried. Sometimes. "Just think, you could buy me all the snacks I wanted."
Maximus' shoulders loosened as Swizz actually (kind of) took his thoughts seriously. He lifted an eyebrow at him again.
"I'll take requests after my first gallery show," he quipped back. He checked his watch and huffed.
"I'm running late for an interview though. I've gotta run. I trust you can lock the door when you leave?"
He began to rustle around once again, looking for his house keys and his wallet, pointing an imperious finger at Swizz.
"Next time text me though. I'm not opposed to sharing my stuff but my roommate might not feel the same," he warned.
°•○ - KIM & SWIZZ
— 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐙 & 𝐊𝐈𝐌.
"With my mouth," he repeated, his lips curving into a smile against her skin before pursing them again to leave more kisses on the inside of her thigh.
"Where do you want my mouth?"
Lifting his head to look up at her, he smiled again. She was beautiful, she really was, and he could spend all night just telling her that. He didn't know why she hadn't gotten tired of him yet, but he certainly wasn't going to push it... for now.
Kim and Swizz ~
Kim kicked the door shut behind her, heading toward the kitchen in a rustle of shopping bags laden with groceries.
"Sit your butt down, I'm making you my mom's famous chicken noodle. I swear to God it cures everything," she chattered, dropping her armful of bags on the counter.
She began to rummage through the cupboards, humming to herself.
"Where are your saucepans?"
@evermorehqsstart
With a sniffle, Molly didn't bother to object before plopping back into her seat. She had been moping about all day about her mother having to go to work and not being home to baby her the way she used to, leaving her to fend for herself... even if she was an adult now.
"Cabinet," she stated, pointing to the door where they were stashed, sliding down further in her chair. "Chicken noodle sounds good. But you really don't have to."
Which was true, but Molly might actually cry if she changed her mind and left.
"Of course I have to, you're only like, my best friend in this town," Kim objected, pulling open the cabinet Molly had indicated and spotting the desired cooking implement.
She extracted it and stood, spinning the pot in one hand as she moved to the stove, setting it on the burner with a small 'tink'.
"You sound like death," Kim continued, turning back to her grocery bags and finding the can of classic chicken noodle. Keeping it hidden from Molly, she cracked the lid as quietly as she could and dumped the contents into the saucepan before tossing it back into her bags to take home and put in her own recycling.
"How about I make you some tea too?"
She burst into a fit of laughter when he lifted her off the ground, her hands gripping his shoulders as he spun her around though really, nothing could ruin this moment — not even if he dropped her.
On her own two feet again but still feeling like the world was spinning around her, dizzying and dazzling, she hummed against his lips, unable to wipe her smile off of her face. "Your girlfriend," she repeated, something about the way he said the words making her heart beat even harder against her ribcage. "My boyfriend."
He sounded nearly as giddy as her, and she couldn't fathom why, but she liked it. She liked the way he was smiling at her. She liked the way he was brushing hair away from her face. "Does that mean we can do more..." she hesitated, just long enough to lesn on her toes and press another kiss to his lips, short and sweet, "of this?"
"Yes, absolutely," he murmured back, hands falling to her waist to steady her, to pull her closer to him.
"As much as you want, as often as you want," Terence declared, punctuating both statements with a kiss to each of her cheeks.
"I fear if I don't send you inside I might just keep you on the sidewalk all night," he laughed ruefully.
@imgonnarackett
"Careful there," Max grunted, grabbing the other end of the pallet as the man appeared to try and haul it off the truck all by himself.
"These things can be a bit unwieldy, right?" he chuckled as they managed to stabilize it.
"Where are you going with this, stranger?"
@nctaunicorn
"Well, here's what I have on local folklore," Belle said, surfacing from the rows of shelves with a handful of books. She puffed, blowing a lock of hair out of her face as she dumped them on the counter in front of the young person leaning against it.
"If you're just looking to borrow that's fine, I just need a card to put on file."
@keepmovingforwcrd
"Oh, how delightful is that!" Belle cooed over the little figurine on her desk.
"Lewis, you always make the most wonderful things. You remind me of my Papa so much. You'd get along like a house on fire, I just know it," she continued babbling on, turning to continue adding books to the pile in her arms.
saal , ever patient when it comes to the medical treatment of others ( showing the very tenderness she had always hoped from ) , didn't let her brief irritation cross her expression or show itself in her work . she moved silently from one cut to the other , gently brushing debris from his scrapes , brows knotted in concentration . " go back where , haku ?? " she inquired , not as delicate in her questioning as she should be , tone flat as she tried to keep her responses neutral . solely an assessment for information .
yet , , , her heart did something akin to ache at his reasoning , lips twisting as beady pupils shifted up to look at his face . she tensed , gently releasing his arm , rising to her feet so she could turn to retrieve a fresh cloth . give her taut expression some reprieve . once she had done that , saaliha turned once more . sitting beside him , carefully brushed the pads of her fingers across his chest , taking in the state of his torso , his breathing . a look to his face , something somber in her expression as she lowered her brows . she wondered if jack felt the same way about her . if he dwelled over saaliha's safety the way she did his . if he'd be the savior she had made him out to be .
" that someone is very lucky to have you , " she says softly .
Haku swallowed hard a few more times, loathe to even bring the words into this little slice of tranquility.
"My mistress owns the Bathhouse," they sighed at last, tilting their head to watch Saal as she sat beside them, her delicate fingers on his chest again stirring the longing in his chest to be touched kindly like this always.
They caught one of her hands in theirs, squeezing gently.
"Thank you for helping me, Saal," they murmured, then bowed their head over her hand before letting it go.
She felt like she was growing weaker, and while Vitani didn't love the excessive training she'd been forced into as a child, she appreciated what it turned her into. Sort of.
But a punching bag wasn't enough, and her regular gym membership was not cutting it. So here she was. Willingly signing up for socialization to fight strangers.
Maximus was better than she expected, though, and she was starting to lose her confidence until the moment of distraction was enough to wipe the man off of his feet. Staring down at him with a smugness that was a bit more forced than she'd like, her shoulders lifted and fell into a shrug. "Everyone does against me."
Maximus chuckled, shaking his head.
"No shortage of self-confidence I see," he quipped back. Deciding to take up boxing had been a spur of the moment decision, when Max realized he was missing the physical release of sparring with his men. The tension sliding from his shoulders even as he lay sprawled on the sticky mats of the boxing gym was a welcome relief.
He pushed to his feet and held up his glove for a bump.
"It was Vitani right? Good match."
