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°•○ - KIM & SWIZZ

Love was a word that had rolled so easily off Kim's tongue her whole life. Love for her parents and the Tweebs and Ronald and Wade and Monique. Kim was someone built to love and love big and love loud.

Sorting out her emotions with Swizz had been a long process. Confusing and exhilarating, and usually she would have blurted her confession by now.

She was so determined to keep things casual, to be cool and relaxed, not her usual intense self, afraid to push him away with her eagerness.

Tiny gasps escaped Kim's lips, back arching ever so slightly off the cushions. She met Swizz's gaze, sparks going off all over her body, from the trail of his mouth all the way down to her toes.

"I must have been on my best behavior for the universe to put us together," she wondered aloud, cheeks flushed as her hands roamed across Swizz's shoulders, trailing down his spine and running a finger along the waist of his pants until her fingers stumbled over the button.

Kim met Swizz's gaze as she popped the button, a nervous smile ghosting across her mouth.

°•○ - Kim & Swizz

Kim moved Swizz's hands higher, pulling his palms along her ribs, letting them bump over the fabric of her sports bra, until finally she helped him guide the shirt off over her head.

She smiled again, leaning in as she guided his hands to the band of the elastic resting along her ribs, nipping at his lips.

"Oh? Well, in that case," she replied, sliding out of his lap and onto the couch on her back, tugging gently to pull Swizz over top of her.

"I've loved your smile from the first time I saw you at the dunk tank," she murmured, sliding her fingers under her bra and beginning to slide the fabric up and away.

"I've loved your humor from the time we bumped into each other at the haunted house," Kim continued, flicking the spandex fabric away to join their shirts on the floor.

"And I've loved that mouth since our first kiss under the mistletoe," she whispered, running her hands up Swizz's biceps.

"I can't wait to figure out what I can love next," Kim finished softly, twining her fingers into the soft hair at the base of Swizz's neck.

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Steering her sister through the throng, Nani glared at anyone who even looked their way, single-minded on getting her away from here and home, where she could fuss over Lilo and truly make sure she was okay.

"Yes, we'll go straight home," she reassured her again, squeezing her shoulders as they dodged around a few more people.

What Nani didn't add, and was trying so hard to keep down, was this:

And I swear this will never happen again. I'm never letting you leave my sight again.

She knew this was ridiculous, that she was just overreacting, but still the thought pounded through her head with such intensity. All Nani had ever wanted was for Lilo to feel safe and the very thought of there being some kind of... Power? Force? Entity? Out there beyond her control that could make that untrue absolutely killed her.

And she'd do anything for her sister.

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The knot of panic she had felt swelling in her chest unraveled when Nani told her not to worry, knowing that her sister would go as far as she had to, to stop them from taking Lilo away. Not that they could, now... but she wasn't sure that feeling would ever truly go away.

And really, she didn't have anything useful to say. All of her memories were just broken up, they didn't make much sense. They would be better off interviewing everyone else first, maybe someone knew something she didn't.

Standing silently as Nani scribbled out her number and willed the man away, her eyes wandered, watching the others around them. So many people, but she couldn't recall seeing any of them where she was... "Can we go home?" She asked softly, her eyes moving back to Nani, ignoring the officer's presence completely.

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°•○ KIM & SWIZZ

Kim moved Swizz's hands higher, pulling his palms along her ribs, letting them bump over the fabric of her sports bra, until finally she helped him guide the shirt off over her head.

She smiled again, leaning in as she guided his hands to the band of the elastic resting along her ribs, nipping at his lips.

"Oh? Well, in that case," she replied, sliding out of his lap and onto the couch on her back, tugging gently to pull Swizz over top of her.

"I've loved your smile from the first time I saw you at the dunk tank," she murmured, sliding her fingers under her bra and beginning to slide the fabric up and away.

"I've loved your humor from the time we bumped into each other at the haunted house," Kim continued, flicking the spandex fabric away to join their shirts on the floor.

"And I've loved that mouth since our first kiss under the mistletoe," she whispered, running her hands up Swizz's biceps.

"I can't wait to figure out what I can love next," Kim finished softly, twining her fingers into the soft hair at the base of Swizz's neck.

— 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐙 & 𝐊𝐈𝐌.

His shirt removed with no resistance on his part, he waited until it was discarded somewhere on the floor, his hand pulled to her own, slipping his hand underneath at first, tracing a line along her stomach.

It was strange, for him, how long it had taken to even consider getting undressed in her company, even partially. He was quick to rush things. With most people, he would have already ghosted. But there was some part of him that just wanted to hang onto her as long as possible, in any way that he was allowed. It felt like a different world in her presence, almost like he could be a different person.

"Look who's talking," he teased, pulling back to look her over, tugging at the shirt gently, giving her the chance to go along with it or back out. He leaned in to place a kiss on the side of her neck. "Though I have to say... flattery will get you everywhere."

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Terence put the menu back down, smiling still. His face would probably ache tomorrow but he just couldn't help it.

"At the risk of sounding like a huge dork, I should have made some flashcards with questions," he joked as they waited for the waitress to return.

"Here's my favorite question; What's your favorite cereal?" Terence asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "Cereal is like, the best invention ever. I'd destroy a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch any day of the week."

He wanted to know everything about Molly, her favorite colors and the music she listened to, how she took her coffee and what her favorite outfits were. He wanted to adore every inch of someone, their body and their soul, to fit like two puzzle pieces together.

Terence never would have considered himself someone who fell fast, but when he did, he fell hard.

"You won't," she promised, pretty confident in that — he's given her flowers and pulled out her chair, and dressed up all cute... how could he possibly disappoint her now?

She didn't say that she had been hoping desperately she'd hear from him again, only offering a soft "me too" when he mentioned being glad they could hang out again.

"Oh, I don't even know." She felt her cheeks redden as she turned her attention to the menu, realizing she had no idea what to order. She was indecisive, someone that usually followed the crowd... "I will try the beignets, then, that sounds delicious."

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@sewingshadowsx

"So if you have any hot tips on how to wake a princess under a magic spell, I'll take any advice I can get," Max joked, hoping the ring of truth under the laughed words wasn't too obvious.

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@dani-desai

"So now that everyone is back I'm even more interested in all the myths and legends around this town. Maybe one of them has some kind of answers, you know?" Terence gestured wildly as he paced in front of Dani, their usual haunt in the back of the library mercifully devoid of other watching eyes.

He paused, running a hand through his hair.

"Wow, I sound nuts, don't I?"

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@nibsnavarro

Thump, thump, thump, Kim's fists beat off the punching bag, sweat running down in front of her ears as she bounced on the balls of her feet, breath coming in quick huffs.

"I didn't realize how out of shape I was," she wheezed, striking the leather with her knuckles again, then spinning and throwing a kick in for good measure.

Kim steadied herself as the punching bag whirled through the air in a drunken spin, propping her fists on her hips.

"What d'ya think? I'm sick of this. Can we go for a run or something?"

A personal trainer had felt like an extravagant expense at first, but more and more Kim was coming to rely on the hours in the gym with someone to focus her attention rather than bouncing from machine to machine, sticking to her comfort zones.

She quirked a grin at Nico, brushing her ponytail back across her shoulder.

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@wildcstwinter - for Saaliha

Some rhythm of normalcy was falling back into Haku's life, spending their days back at the bathhouse, managing Yubaba's schedule and paperwork and the daily running of a business soothing the nightmares and fear lurking around every corner.

The days growing colder brought in more customers each day, the bathhouse offering revitalizing soaks with familiar fall scents, nutmeg and cloves in specially colored baths, pumpkin-flavored skin treatments and a bar to take home as an invitation to continue the pampering and return next time.

Haku snapped a picture of this new display in the front lobby, thumbs tapping away as they worked on a caption for the post they were planning to put out.

"Ah, Miss Saaliha. So delightful to see you again," they said without looking up, a small smile quirking their mouth as they continued to type.

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Kim smirked, mouth suddenly dry with anticipation as she ran her fingers along the hem of Swizz's shirt again and tugged the fabric up over his head, tossing the garment over her shoulder.

Flicking her ponytail over her shoulder, Kim guided his hands to the hem of her shirt and nodded assent, biting her lip.

"God, you're hot," Kim murmured, tracing his collarbone, then flushed again, realizing she'd spoken aloud. She giggled, dipping her head to steal yet another kiss to hide her embarrassment.

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"Mm..." He didn't reply for a moment, waiting until she kissed him again, his eyelids fluttering shut, allowing himself to appreciate it. The blush of her cheeks, the feeling of her lips soft against his, her warmth.

Breaking away for half a second, he answered her question, too distracted by her to come up with anything clever. "I would say so, yeah." Catching her bottom lip between her own again, he kissed her back, deeper than he had before. He'd been trying not to take things too far, part of him appreciating the innocence of this, letting the ball rest in her court... reveling in the feeling that there was hope here between them. Something he'd yet to ruin.

Smiling against the kiss, he murmured after a moment, "But I think the only way to really know is to try it out a bit more."

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"I'll take some tea?" he replied, the request turning into a question. He glanced up from the hem of his shirt, watching her twine a finger in her hair - her hair! - sunlight gleaming off the locks.

"Wow, this one is really good! You do these all yourself?" he asked, trying to divert the conversation by complimenting one of her paintings. He stepped forward, leaning toward the canvas as he inspected the depiction.

"I love this one. Is this somewhere you've been?"

The landscape looked a bit like the countryside around Corona, and for a moment, Max felt a pang of homesickness. Hopefully, he'd be able to resolve this quickly and get everyone (yes, even Rider) home.

"It's very... Nostalgic," he finally explained, crossing his arms, a soft smile settling on his face.

the way he said her name , it rang so familiar ; sounding like crystal bells in her ears and making her take pause once again . a bit freaked out , rapunzel laughed warily once more , trying to fan away the flush that had started to creep up her neck and infest the apples of her cheeks. " oh uh — you know. . . just the normal amount of business . some business here , a little business there . big business , little business . . . all of the business. "

rambling now , unsure of what to do with herself, a paint-stained finger moved to twist a never-ending lock of gold around its tip , rolling the skin of her inner cheek between her teeth . " thank you . can i uh — can i get you anything while you look around ?? i've got tea , fresh baked muffins , some. . . water ?? maybe ?? "

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Haku stepped in and shut the door behind them.

"It's alright," he replied, smiling. "Take all the time you need. The less time I have to spend at work, the better."

Things at the bathhouse had been... Tense, if they had to admit it. Yubaba, never compassionate at the best of times, had given Haku barely a glance before putting a pile of work on his desk and sweeping out.

Dazed and frazzled, Haku had just continued on as if they hadn't been ripped from their life for two months.

"Should I take my shoes off?" They asked, looking around, twisting their jacket in their hands.

OPEN STARTER: @evermorehqsstart !!

" yes ?? one second !! " luna called out from where she was in the kitchen , mouth half full of the forkful of leftover hibachi she had just shoved past her lips. her mind had been in such a scramble lately , it was like sifting through scrabble pieces to try and form coherent thoughts. ever since thorn and whitney had come back , since everyone had come back , she couldn't seem to find any semblance of stability.

it didn't make sense — they were back , why couldn't she get it together ?? racing over to the door , sock clad feet going thump , thump , thump along the hardwood , luna threw open the door , an apologetic glaze in her eyes as she forced a smile. " god , so sorry about that. i. . . totally forgot we had a session booked and i haven't eaten since this morning and — you don't care. right . come in , come in . . . "

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Nani's battered heart broke all over again as she turned to her sister and reassured her.

"Don't worry," she murmured, arm tightening around Lilo's shoulders. For a horrible moment she was standing back outside a dark sedan, arguing with Cobra Bubbles as he tucked her sister into the backseat.

"Look, I'll give you a number you can reach us at and have someone call and make us an appointment."

She dug around for something to scribble her number down, frown creasing her brow as her fingers brushed nothing but pocket lint.

The officer rolled his eyes heavenward, then held out his notepad and let Nani write it. She shoved it back at him with a curt nod, wrapping her arm back around Lilo.

"Have a good day."

"I was okay," Lilo reassured her, because it was true, and because she felt like she needed to hear it. She had been frightened and lonely, but she had been okay. While she would normally make a yuck expression and attempt to squirm out of her arms at the kisses, push all of the affection away, she wasn't sure now who needed it more... Nani or herself.

She opened her mouth, lips parting to speak, but she couldn't figure out what to say before the man in the uniform spoke. Taking a step away from him, closer to Nani, as if he was going to scoop her up and run away with her, she shook her head.

"I don't want to go." Not without Nani. What if something happened? What if she went away again? She would talk to them, but not now. Not today. "Please don't make me go," she pleaded, her eyes moving from the officer to her sister, feeling like a parent-less seven year old all over again, hoping the state wouldn't come knocking to rip her away from the only home she'd ever known.

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Terence stretched out his hand, offering an open palm to his companion.

"I think I've got like an hour of flight time, so we should get started!"

The night air kissed Terence's face, blowing golden strands back from his face as he turned his eyes towards the sky.

This was joy, he thought, then immediately felt guilty. The whole reason they were out here tonight was to search for their missing friends. Would Zarina even consider him a friend? Probably not.

"Let's start over the woods," he called to Dessa, tilting his shoulders just a hair to bank away from town.

The streetlights flashed by, giving way to the darkness of the forest, leaves rustling with the air displaced from their passing.

"It's so dark," he murmured to himself, squinting into the leaves.

It was probably the worst duo to be taking to the sky on their own; if Talia was there, or Sylvie, or Fawn, Vidia or even Rosetta... all of them would likely have a little more confidence about this than she was guessing she and Terence had combined. Maybe one of them would be able to offer real reassurance. But it also made Dessa feel better in a way, that he understood the nerves, and he would be careful too.

"Strange, isn't it?" She agreed with a nod, the whole thing felt weird.

Her feet remained planted on the sidewalk, unable to find the courage in her to follow him, frozen in place... until he looked down, smiling. It was enough to snap her out of her thoughts, get her head back into the game.

And she had to admit, as her feet left the ground... it was a feeling she missed so deeply, a part of her she'd had to push down for so long, that she found herself smiling, too, momentarily overtaken with the joy. "I feel like it's been years," she breathed, her heart fluttering with the breeze.

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Terence wanted to smack himself again. So much for being suave, blurting out his dirty secrets like that.

She's probably been on tons of dates, he thought wistfully. Swallowing hard, he hurried back around the table and sat down in his own chair.

"Well, I hope I don't disappoint," he replied, putting his hand down palm up on the table, smiling.

"I'm really glad we got to hang out again, Molly."

He flipped open the menu, running a finger down the options. His date didn't need to know that he'd already poured over the menu at home and picked out what he wanted to eat.

"So, what's your preferences? I heard that the beignets here are to die for!"

Falling into her seat with an attempt at gracefulness, Molly smiled at him, then froze when he spilled his admission.

"This is your first date?" She couldn't hide her surprise, not because she thought it was lame — quite the opposite. He had never been on an official date before, and he chose her to be his first? Meaning if she somehow made this weird or embarrassing or bad, she would be tainting a milestone of sorts. Now the pressure was really on.

"Well, I... I haven't been on many," she quickly offered, trying not to get caught up in her own head, "so maybe we can... figure it out together."

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inspired  by  : maximus (tangled)

Added inspo! Kaladin Stormblessed (Stormlight Archive), Horace (Ranger's Apprentice), Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds), Elend Venture (Mistborn) more coming soon...

Maximus Stoddard // Alfie Enoch

He/Him

Sexuality: Justice 

Lawful Good

Gryffindor

present !!

coming soon...

future !!

coming soon...

HEADCANONS:

Some of the only times Max feels like he can lay down his self-appointed burdens is when he shifts and goes for a canter. Of course he would never admit that he adores the feeling of the wind in his mane or that sometimes he does a little dance out of joy after a particularly good workout.

Max is a romantic at heart. He loves to watch romcoms and has always dreamed of having a wife like his mom that he can protect and dote on, like his mom and dad.

Max is a light sleeper. He’s always got one ear pricked, one eye cracked, looking for trouble, something to run down and take care of. He’s up at all hours of the night peering out from between the curtains to look down the lamp-lit street.

Music is another way the Max likes to relax. He’s not picky, a bit of jazz, a bit of classic country, a bit of pop, whatever happens to be on. Is he listening to it for pleasure or just to have something to drown out his constantly whirring thoughts.

He loves to read thrillers and mysteries, always trying to figure out the endings before the reveals and see if he guessed right. But watch out! He’ll spoil that shit in two seconds if you ask him about what he’s reading.

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inspired  by  :  haku // spirited away

Added inspo! Kanan Jarrus (Rebels), Winter Young (Stars and Smoke), more coming soon...

Haku Kita // Kentaro Sakaguchi

XX/XX/XX

Aries 

He/Them

Neutral Good

present !! 

Returning to Evermore from whatever nightmare that was has been a shock and Haku is still reeling.

future !!

Recover from their ordeal this summer. Struggle with the dragon wanting to roam around town.

Make some real friendships and relationships outside of the bathhouse. Maybe one of them will trigger their memory and release them from Yubaba's hold.

HEADCANONS

Haku has absolutely no chill. Think about the type of person who you ask if this dress looks weird on you and they just deadpan, “Yes.” That's Haku. 

Haku likes to paint their nails occasionally. The one act of self-expression in their otherwise specifically tailored image by Yubaba. 

Haku is the social media manager for the spa. They're actually pretty good at getting pictures and little videos to promote the services, but everything has to be run by Yubaba first, of course. 

Haku keeps a journal to try and dig through their memories and figure out their name. It’s locked in a safe under their bed and the key is always around Haku’s neck so that no one can take it from them. 

Part of Haku’s contract with Yubaba involves lurking around the bars of Evermore and reporting back about townsfolk who look desperate enough to be invited to the spa and make a deal. It’s the one thing that burns them more than anything, and they try to avoid it as much as possible.

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inspired  by  : terence sparrowman 

Added inspo! Link (Breath of the Wild), Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia)

Terence Hanson // adrian öjvindsson

05/07/2001

He/Him

Exploring 

Neutral Good 

Hufflepuff

past !!

Terence was laughed into existence by a robust baby and skittered with purpose across the waves to Neverland. 

As soon as he came to consciousness, he was instantly in love with the brilliant sparkle of the dust falling at the Great Tree. 

And so it began; the repetition of days, flying around Pixie Hollow to deliver dust, to be everyone’s provider, and never think about it once. 

Eventually, Terence began to feel a bit of emptiness. All of his friends had a purpose, something that drove them out of bed every day. Terence liked being a dust keeper fine, but what was his higher purpose? 

Waking up in Evermore was like the curtains drawing back on his life. 

For the first time, Terence was free to choose what to do, where to go, who to be with… And at first that freedom was overwhelming. 

Wandering around Evermore, he stumbled across the movie theater with the ‘Now Hiring’ sign in the booth window and decided to apply. 

He loved getting to chat with the citizens of Evermore as they came in to see movies and buy popcorn. 

And that is where he has been ever since! 

present !!

Terence's life in Evermore has never been better. Obviously, Zarina and Rosetta going missing put a huge damper on his summer, but meeting Molly was truly the best thing that could have happened to him.

future !!

Continue growing his relationship with Molly, maybe officially ask her to be his girlfriend?

Find a solution to the pixie dust problem. Now that he's been out flying again, the itch just won't go away. And now that Zarina's back... There's no time like the present.

HEADCANONS:

Terence has his own secret stash of dust. It's not in the most creative place, hidden under his bed, but as the stock gets lower and lower, he's been feeling an unusual selfish urge to keep it for himself. 

Terence loves romantic comedies. He thinks they are the ideal to work towards, sweet summer child. So please forgive him if he starts trying some goofy moves on your muse. 

Terence enjoys reading. He got a card for the Uni library and checked out as many books as he could. It helps pass the time if the movie is full and he can't sit in the back and watch. He's recently discovered Brandon Sanderson which will keep him busy for a couple of months at least. 

Terence hangs out at Neverland almost every weekend. He loves to sing and dance and get drunk… but he'd never admit that to anyone, especially Tink. 

Terence got a tattoo soon after they arrived in Evermore. A minimalist feather, tattooed on the inside of his right forearm, the first act of self-expression he'd ever done. He loves it, and might get another soon.