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Maximus Jaeger
24 year old former cop. Fired after being discovered as a magic, Maximus chose to return to the town that had given him much more than a job...a home and a safe haven.
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gabexofxavalor:
Gabe suddenly smiled. Not because he was getting yelled at by a cartoon horse but rather because the voice and glare were very familiar. They brought him back to the time a certain police officer caught him littering and berated him for it, and he let out a satisfied laugh.
“You never change!” the flying feline exclaimed and, instead of abiding by common sense, he threw his enormous paws around the horse’s broad neck in a hug. “I found you!”
The flying cat thing didn’t get off like he asked. And Maximus’ ears went flat, ready to lash out until...wait. That voice was familiar. It couldn’t be...it just...how was this even possible?
“G-Gabriel?” He asked, utterly bewildered. How was his boyfriend a cat with wings? How was that even possible? And okay, he loved the man...cat...but he also was incredibly uneasy by the paws wrapped around him. It was a little unsettling. “I suppose I don’t. But I...listen I love you, but I need you to let go of me. Please.”
[Weirdmageddon] Placing The Cat Before The Horse || Horse Buddies
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Gabe flied as fast as he could. Really, he was going to have nightmares involving fat bald men eating people for several nights after that. He could already tell.
As he flied far away from the circus, the former human found himself easily getting used to the jaquin wings, as if he had been born with them - Funny, huh? It wasn’t the worst way to look, at the very least. And he’d be able to find Maximus, Elena, and the others faster than walking. He hoped everyone was okay.
As soon as he was a reasonable distance away from the Circus of Evil, the jaquin moved to fly closer to the ground. Really close, actually, with his paws almost touching it. He did it so as to make sure he didn’t accidentally pass by someone he knew.
Of course, having gotten used to the wings didn’t really give him super senses, or things like that. As he looked back at one person running across the street behind him, the flying feline didn’t stop flying and, because of that, wound up ramming into a sturdy three-dimensional horse.
“Ow!” he exclaimed/growled, though the voice was mostly identical to Gabe’s usual one. “Okay, you’re sturdier than you look,” he concluded, his face buried into the mane of the horse. He sat up, so he was basically on his back.
After Maximus had rescued the dog...or was it a man, as well as himself from the strange singing woman, and singing zone...well. He was able to at least catch his breath. He had hoped once they got out of there that he might return to normal, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Perhaps that had been too lofty of a dream.
The town was a chaotic disaster. And he had no idea if he would be able to find anyone that he cared about. Gabriel...Elena...he had no idea where they were, or if they would be looking any differently. He himself didn’t look like his usual self as a horse. He had just started to get through the town, at least without the singing, when something came out of nowhere and slammed right into him.
A whinny like cry escaped him as he toppled to the ground, his legs sprawled all over as he tried to steady himself. What the hell was that? He started to straighten himself up properly when he realized that thing was on his back. He huffed, hopping up a little as a suggestion for the winged creature to get the hell off of his back.
His head twisted around to glare at the creature. “You have ten seconds to get off of my back before I buck you off. The countdown starts now. I suggest you heed it and remove yourself strange creature.”
[Weirdmageddon] Placing The Cat Before The Horse || Horse Buddies
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Cruella simply stared at the fellow. Now, this one she knew. He used to be in the police force until he wasn’t. Which meant he wasn’t an authority at the moment, unlike her. Such disrespect!
“Of course there are,” Cruella said obviously, and then realized she had accidentally given herself away. “…What dog?” she added, before turning around so the box would be out of sight from the man. “Mind your own business, why don’t you, darling?”
Maximus couldn’t ignore it. The woman was familiar sure, maybe she was in some kind of position...he really couldn’t say. But respectable position or not, she was clearly doing something suspicious. If you had to say that there was nothing to see, or suggest something wasn’t there even when it was blatantly obvious...well it was the worst lying he had ever seen.
“What dog? The one that you just referred to. Honestly...” she was lucky he wasn’t still a cop, or he would have already brought her in for questioning. “No. If you have a distressed animal in there, I will not mind my own business. I may not be an officer, but I can certainly report you. Let me see the animal.”
No Dogs In Here, No Sirree || Open
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In the dark of the night | Horse Buggy
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Maximus likely would have considered this a bit more if he were a little more sober. But he was trying to forget about his grief for a while. He didn’t want to worry anymore. He wanted to just blank out and forget about everything. That was what he had been planning when the stranger sat next to him at the bar.
The man seemed to appreciate Max’s bluntness which...well he felt like it was the first time in a long time that something like that happened. He always had felt that he needed to tone himself down. But here? He had been able to say what he wanted.
He wasn’t particularly sure what it was that the other had suggested, his memory wasn’t as good after a few rounds of beer. But he had agreed to move, figuring he could avoid some pinching and have an okay conversation with the guy. So Maximus had stumbled to his feet and drifted out of the court with the man.
He took a deep breath and let it out again. “Want to grab somethin’ to eat? I think I’ve had a little much to drink. Or whatever. Where did you say you wanted to go?” He added, not sure he had been listening properly. Or maybe the man just hadn’t said.
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wearingxspots:
As always, Cruella was simply fabulous. She was more striking than literally every other woman in the streets of Swynlake. Literally a model. Both of the role kind and of the very sexy kind. Like always.
But anyway, she looked even better because she was trying something new out: A pair of bedazzled sunglasses, obviously designer-made by the best designer in England (Cruella De Vil).
Her wonderful sense of style that day, though, wasn’t just for show. She was being totally discreet (Hello, sunglasses and slightly less enormous fur coat!). She didn’t want to be photographed by the paparazzi or rabid fans, who totally did photograph her often, while she did what she’d set out to do.
The woman was walking toward her car in Main Street, carrying a box in her hands. It seemed heavy and - Oh, it moved! Anyway, the perfectly respectable Cruella De Vil was walking toward her car, when someone was about to bump into her. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” she exclaimed, not angrily at all, before trying to sidestep around the individual. Then, the box barked at the person. “Oh my,” the innocent lady exclaimed. “Silly things one hears, hmm?” she added with a non-nervous chuckle.
Maximus had been keeping to himself largely. He didn’t really know what to do with himself. He had been grieving, that was true. But even when he didn’t think about Felix, he was at a loss as to how to spend his time. He still had no job, and the money he had saved was steadily dwindling. He would be absolutely screwed if he didn’t get something appropriate in the next week or two.
It was this job issue that had him worried enough not to pay attention to his surroundings as well as he should have. Not until some woman with confusing colored hair seemed to snap at him.
He recoiled, a scowl crossing his own face. “Sorry. But two can play at that. You could also watch where you’re going,” he retorted, not in the mood to be apologetic or kind or sympathetic. He had had enough shit handed to him lately. He was going to just step away and be done with it when he heard the little bark. His eyebrows shot up and he turned back to the woman. Did she have a dog in a box? Did the box even have holes? Even if it did, who walked around with a dog just shut in a box? “Silly to hear a dog? Yes I’d say so. Is there even a hole in there so the dog can breathe properly?”
No Dogs In Here, No Sirree || Open
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Late Nights 🐾 Open
Rita: I don't really need an ear more than I need a hot bath and a night spent curled up in as many blankets as I can find.
Rita: Thank you, though. I do appreciate that.
Maximus: fair enough. that sounds pretty fantastic, honestly.
Maximus: hey no worries. I understand wanting to bundle up and be warm.
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Late Nights 🐾 Open
Rita: Christ
Rita: Sorry.
Rita: I thought that would be safe to send without the whole magic thing picking it up and scrambling things
Maximus: it's quite alright, really.
Maximus: This happens a lot.
Maximus: I might not be the person you wanted to reach, but I am still a decent ear to listen
Maximus: all I would be doing otherwise is try to learn spanish, which for me is probably somewhat a lost cause.
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Late Nights 🐾 Open
Rita: idk why you aren't home yet
Rita: but it'd be nice if you could be there when i get home
Rita: pls?
Maximus: I'm sorry, but I do not think you meant to send this to me.
Maximus: do you not wish to be home alone?
Maximus: sorry, not my business.
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Maximus smiled, peppering Gabe with light kisses along his jaw, arms wrapping around his boyfriend again to draw himself closer. Maybe his boldness wasn’t quite there anymore, but he could still enjoy being close to Gabe. Kissing Gabe, that was much easier. That he could do without getting anxious at all.
“Oh that’s the perk huh? Being allowed to think of me?” Maximus laughed, pressing a kiss to the spot where his neck and shoulder met. His left hand reached to gently touch Gabe’s chest. He wasn’t going to push again, but he was going to let himself touch. If only a little bit. “I guess that is nice,” Maximus replied with a small smile. “I think the biggest perk is being able to kiss you like this.”
Hooves On The Ground || Horse Buddies
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bellebeauton:
The horse came closer after a minute or so of her and Philippe just sitting there. Philippe was unhappy about this, but Belle was simply ecstatic. This was the perfect distraction. Of course, she wanted to take the horse back to the stables, because now she was certain that he wasn’t wild. He’d probably taken himself out for a joyride.
“Not that I blame you,” Belle said softly, speaking her own thoughts out loud, but only halfway as the horse got closer, “it is a lovely day.” She did that kind of thing to Philippe all the time. He always listened anyway. Always–made her feel better. She couldn’t even count the times she’d cried into his shoulder over the past few months.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you or anything,” she added, mostly as an after thought. After taking a breath, she swung her leg around and slid off of Philippe’s saddleless back.
“See?” she cooed softly, holding out her hands. “I just–want to make sure you’re okay,” she told the horse, clucking her tongue again encouragingly.
Maximus could appreciate the fact that the woman was talking to him like this. Like he was was a person and all. He knew there were people like that who spoke to animals. But it was still...nice to get. Perhaps he needed to do more of that. Have Gabe come out with him when he was like that.
He took a few steps closer to her, though his body was still tense, ready to run if she showed any sign of trying to ensnare him. He could only imagine the look on Gabe’s face if this woman brought him in to the stable. He’d probably laugh too. Maximus would if the situation was reversed. Because it was ridiculous.
But so far it was fine, and he continued forward, whickering a greeting to Philippe. He had certainly come across the other horse before. He tossed his head up and down before continuing until he was just a few feet away from this woman, carefully watching to see if she would try to grab him.
Run Like the River | Max & Belle
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naturessoleil:
He was being gentle and Soleil was glad for it. She was so nervous. Scared that she would fall or that she would hurt him. That was the very last thing she wanted to do. He was so kind for letting her ride him. For allowing her that honor. So she held on tightly, keeping pressed closed to him.
Even though they weren’t moving too quickly, Soleil still felt like she was flying. Her hair fluttered around her face like butterflies, tickling her cheeks and nose as they moved through the forest. Soleil could tell that he was looking for something. Just what it was she wasn’t sure.
Around them the forest moved and chattered, birds swooping around the Sprite’s head and the trees whispering. She smiled at them, moving one hand from the horses’ mane to let it float behind her as they moved. Magic flowed from her fingers, feeding the trees and the air around them. She even giggled as a few of the trees they passed almost seemed to bow to her. In return her head inclined towards them and she grinned, laughing freely as the horse cantered on.
Maximus hadn’t had someone on his back in years. Not since Felix. The feeling of it was...it was nerve wracking. It was the scariest thing he had done in a long time. What if she fell? What if she hit her head like Felix had? He couldn’t allow that to happen. He refused. So he was very aware of her position on him, the way that she was leaning.
He cantered through the forest as gently as he possibly could, avoiding any roots or other spots on the ground that might make him bump her. He supposed a real horse might not take those considerations...but he did. He lowered his head only for a moment to try to sniff at the ground, see if he could get any sort of scent of the unicorn herd.
So far...he had found nothing. But that was fine. This? Having a rider on his back? It was a much bigger change for him than finding a possible interim home if he ran out of money. So he pushed forward, figuring that if he was going to do this, he would give his temporary rider as good of an experience as he possibly could. His head came back up and he let out a triumphant whinny, proud of his ability to keep her on his back. Of being able to make sure she had a safe ride. He turned further towards the center of the forest, ready to make contact with other creatures of the forest.
Searching for Home | Maximus & Soleil
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professor-lungri:
The fingers of his left hand wers doing up the buttons of his dress shirt, the tails just tucked back into his trouser pants. Shere had needed an afternoon to himself, away from the anxieties of grading and his sleepless nights. He had more than a few these days, always did. Grading season made it worse. As his tiger he could sleep, could feel comfortable in his own skin.
The Vaagh’s hand stilled in its task, the last two buttons still undone by his shirt collar, and he tilted his head to the side. A faint, peculiar crying was bouncing off the trees around him. It was hard to pinpoint for a moment, it was so quiet, but it only took a moment. Then he was off, moving through the long grasses at his feet to pick his way towards a clearing he’d just trotted through not a few moments prior. And he’s heard nothing earlier.
The sight that met him was a…peculiar one to say the least. The bloke that had literally galloped away from him a few weeks prior, and who he hadn’t seen since, was standing in the middle with something bouncing in his arms. What he presumed to be the source of the noise. But the man also appeared to be crying, making some sort of soothing noise that, if he’d still been a tiger, probably would have made him flatten his ears to his head.
This guy had obviously never held a baby before, if that’s what it was, let alone soothed one.
Shere shook his head and stepped closer, ready to call out but when he set sight on the little creature a sudden wash of anxiety gripped him tight. His movements quickened and, without even a word, the professor took the babe from the other man’s arms and settled it properly in the crook of his arm, close to his body and bounced it up and down until it was not crying but cooing.
“You weren’t holding it correctly,” he chided quietly, no heat to his words, eyes fixated on the furry face staring up at him.
Tears were blurring his vision, but he couldn’t help himself. He had never done anything like this. Parenting was not something he had considered for himself. At least not for a long time. He wasn’t even close to ready for it. How could he be? Maximus was only 24. He still had so much time before he wanted to settle down like that.
And though he was overwhelmed, he tensed up when the other man just sort of...snatched the baby out of his arms. “What are you doing?” He snapped, upset and frustrated and worried that the baby wouldn’t be okay. His panic for a moment seemed to spike before he realized that no, this man wasn’t making things worse. He wasn’t upsetting the little one further.
He had actually helped. A relieved sigh escaped him as the crying seemed to ease up, and his chest seemed to feel less tight. And Maximus’ tears started to lessen as a result. The sheer amount of relief that the baby was okay was...extraordinary. God, he was glad that this man had stepped in. The other father. He clearly had more skills than Maximus in that regard. It made him feel guilty, like he wasn’t as good for their kid.
Maybe he wasn’t. But he wanted to try. “I...well you could have told me that and how to fix it instead of just...snatching him from my arms,” Maximus pointed out, though he tried not to let himself get angry. The baby was calmer now. That was what mattered.
Horses, Tigers, and Babies Oh My! | Maximus & Shere
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Maximus caved, letting himself relax with the touch from Gabe. The man was good at making him feel like he was all that mattered in the world when it was the two of them. And though he worried almost constantly...well. It wouldn’t hurt if Maximus just allowed himself this moment right?
One of his hands held Gabe’s shoulder, the other being guided by Gabe to return to his boyfriend’s...well...admittedly very nice stomach. He had forgotten just how...how beautiful he was like this. “Gabriel...” he murmured against the other’s lips, drawing back to pepper his jaw in small kisses. “You are too good to me.”
His hand traced up the man’s chest, letting himself explore again, albeit gently...carefully. The eagerness and desperation to remove layers was gone. In its’ place he was ready to just...appreciate. Admire the man that was before him. “I love you. Thank you for thinking of me.”
Hooves On The Ground || Horse Buddies
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