#oc: Max

[plumbewb]

maxwell 💕

[hawkepockets]

commissioned @littlestpersimmon to draw my first dao warden matsendra surana & the result is soooooo 😖😖😖

the grapes are a reference to the fox character in aesop’s fables, as this warden is a little too clever for his own good and knows how to chat up a crow.

[planefood]

Anon asked: "Hey Max, have you ever considered re-rendering your face to look like something else?"

Tandy knows more about how they work than Max does.

Although Max could play like, videos and display random images online through his browser lol

[dracononite]

CHAMPIONS 🌈 my Pokemon Scarlet Team

[eemamminy-art]

Okay so 👀 Devon is a grad student who recently became involved with an eccentric older businesswoman, Kimberly. She's having fun until her professor Max, who happens to be Kimberly's ex-wife, learns of the relationship and wants to take Devon for herself out of spite.

butch 4 butch 4 butch toxic love triangle basically

[leechlovely]

Headhunter

Fledglings have a lot to prove before they can be accepted into the sabbat’s ranks

[ursachaotic]

"Where are you taking him?" 👁 🌌

[havenroyals]

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[rileyh20]

Welp

I finally made an intro for y'all, because why the hell not? (I'm bored)

Hi, hello, konnichiwa, all that jazz. My name is Riley, but you can give me any nicknames or anything as long as I am fine with it after you use it! I write fanfiction mostly, but I'll write some stuff that isn't if you wanted me to.

I am going through a gender crisis, but I'm going as gender fluid for now. I'm using he/him as of now/today, I'll change this and other things that say my pronouns when needed

Things to call me: Literally almost ANY pet name, I love pet names :D. You can give me nicknames if you want. If I don't like something you've called me, I will tell you and ask you to please call me something else. There are only THREE things NEVER to call me as they are triggering to me, they are: babe, princess, and bear! But otherwise you can call me anything.

Things I'll write:

Angsty stuff

Fluffy

Crack fic's :3

Any Fandom's I'm in :>

Ships

Whump of almost any kind

Self harm of almost any kind (Specify what kind of kind you want)

Drug over-use, or alcohol intake

Abuse

Child Abuse

Family Abuse

Hinted NSFW, maybe smut depending

I basically have almost no restrictions.

Suicide/Suicidal themes

Any sort of LGBTQ+ themes (Not coming out tho)

Mild SA/Rape themes (Not much tho, beware)

Sometimes x reader if you're lucky, but mostly male reader

Things I wont write:

NSFW on minors, or minor actors

Minor x Adult (Especially explicit)

Fandoms I'm not in

Hurt no comfort (Maybe?)

Pregnant stuff (Idk, just don't even ask-)

Coming out fic's, for now at least (LGBTQ+ coming out)

Fic's where the main plot is about breaking up (I just suck and don't like them)

Fandoms I'm in, and WILL write for:

The Outsiders by se hinton

BBC Merlin

Voltron: Legendary defender

Teen Wolf (Not the movies)

One Piece

ATLA (Not really Korra)

Demon Slayer

TMNT (Mostly 2012 and 2018)

Fandoms I'm in, but probably won't write for:

All Rick Riordan books

Stardew Valley

School Bus Graveyard

I will update this later depending! I'm mostly working on The Outsiders, with slight Voltron tho.

You may introduce me to a fandom, and I may join it!

My Ao3 is Introvert_Extrovert!

Uhh, I don't think I have a DNI list at all. But if you DM me any thing about romance, or kids, or being MARRIED, I will respond but I might block you if it gets out of hand. I'm aromantic, not asexual, but still.

Just, don't DM weird things romantic/sexual stuff, I'm cool with platonic stuff. But just don't if it's anything more. And no, don't ask for a photo of me or my face or anything. I will not show it.

I update this a lot, so maybe check this again before requesting just in case! General tags below.

-💧

[basilone]

“Morrison.” Her name is spoken like lead, heavy and unwelcome. “I wasn’t aware you get paid to sit down and do nothing.”

Max almost rolls her eyes. Almost makes it a full-body event the way she’s seen Lottie do, all well-practiced shoulders and an expression of affected annoyance written all over her face. Catches herself just in time, though she still topples back against the crates in what she hopes looks like an intended sort of reclining.

Captain Brady doesn’t look fooled by it, if the slight uptick of his brow is anything to go by.

“Push told me to sit here and, I quote, touch nothing, Max,” she says, even though Push had technically said that yesterday and not today. “Gotta listen to your flight engineer, sir. Also”– she blows the next words out like they’re air, hot and stuffy –“Dee’s mad at me. Again.”

“Perrault needs to stop bossing everyone around,” says Captain Brady, with the air of a man who’s been on the receiving end of Push’s orders one too many times. He looks tired, here, squinting against the sunlight, hugging a bag to his chest. “And you,” he says, then, squint turning into glare the longer Max looks at him, “are not exempt from your duties just because Llewellyn takes offense at everything that moves.”

“Not everything, sir.”

“Close enough.” He drops his bag on one of the ammo crates. Leans against a stack of other crates that George hasn’t seen fit to move yet. “I get that it’s not ideal…”

Jules screaming over comms. One-Eye limping across the tarmac, eyes wild. Max shakes her head. Shuts her eyes. Tiny collapsing against Dorrance-Jones during interrogation. Lucy repeating “there’s nothing I can do” over and over until Jack Ellis pulls her hands off another man who died before Max even learned his name. She shakes her head again. Feels her breath whoosh out of her. Lifeless eyes, staring eyes. Lottie sobbing into her pillow night after night, Frosty sleeping outside, Dee punching the door over and over.

“It’s not,” she forces out, opening her eyes to Captain Brady’s frown. “But it’s what we’ve got.” She doesn’t think she could stomach Bucky’s well-meant jokes over comms. Doesn’t think she could take Major Cleven’s prolonged silences, either. Is entirely sure she can’t be on a plane with Benny DeMarco, who always greets her like he will remember her. “Blakely wouldn’t take us, said Push would jinx his luck or something,” she says, which is a version of the truth as good as any, “and Dee said she needed a pilot without a mustache, sir, so that’s you winning in her book by a landslide.”

“Which I am certain explains her asking after my shaving habits.”

Max nods, careful to not let the fresh bubble of mirth rise from her belly to her mouth. “Her ex-fiancé had a most dreadful mustache, sir.”

Captain Brady’s nod is as sharp as it is measuring. “I assume any letters she sets on fire come from him?”

“Yup.” The ‘p’ pops nice and round in her mouth. “Everyone says that’s healthy. Lottie does the same with her letters, I think,” she says, frowning as though she isn’t fully aware of every move Lottie makes in their space. “Seems to me like you ought to be able to tell people to quit writing, though.”

“Some people might not listen,” he says, gingerly taking the crate two places over from hers to perch upon. “Especially not if they feel wronged in some way.” He exhales loudly. Fixes his gaze on their plane, which is almost through with repairs. “You have the right idea, Morrison. Just perhaps not the tact required to tell others about it.”

Max’s eyes narrow. “Dee told you.” She hisses through her teeth as he gives her a little affirmative nod. Swallows down a cuss word that would make One-Eye blanch and Tiny start another lecture. “She tell you what she said to me, too?” She keeps her eyes fixed on their plane’s yellow lettering, which Darlene still needs to go over with another brush. “That at least she, unlike poor little orphan me, got someone to return-to-sender any letters to?”

“No, she did not.”

“Figures,” she snorts out. Dee’s always been that. Half-stories that keep herself out of trouble. Max would’ve knocked her teeth out about some of it if it wasn’t just so damn sad. “Well, sir, now you know. I need more tact, Dee needs more honesty. We’re all right together because of that.” Better than Lana or Polly had been, in training, before they’d washed out and joined the WACs instead. “Ask Push if you don’t buy it.”

“I prefer to be my own judge of character, Morrison.”

“Is that why half the base avoids meeting your eye, sir?”

“I can’t speak for other people’s decisions,” he says, which Max translates as a yes without too much difficulty. “You might say I am not one for tact, either”– and isn’t that a funny little something –“nor am I someone who… sugarcoats.” His sharpening tone speaks greater volumes than his words. “Is that something you foresee yourself having a problem with, Morrison?”

Max hums thoughtfully. “Not me, sir,” she allows, casting a glance sideways only to find him looking straight at her. His eyes are flinty, much like Major Cleven’s are when calling Bucky to order, but Max doesn’t quite mind the blatant measuring. “At least you’re honest about it,” she adds, tucking her spiraling curls behind her ear best she can. “And you’re not singling me out any. You’re just like that with everybody.”

She longs to call it reassuring. Bites her tongue just in time, because she’s already said plenty about it without quite saying it. Doesn’t want to jinx things with a new captain now that Jules is gone and Tiny’s thinly veiled judgment finally isn’t anywhere near Max while flying.

“Morrison.”

“Sir?”

“If you experience any…. singling out,” he says, emphasizing the term with a mouthful of abject distaste, “I want to know about it.”

The fuck’s a white boy from a nice little town upstate gonna do about it? Max digs her fingernails into the palms of her hands to stop herself from scowling. “Yessir,” she answers, gaze fixed on his neat little pressed uniform collar. Wonders if there’s a difference, for him, between knowing and doing something about it. Doubts she’ll involve him when it happens again. “I’ll let you know.”

“Especially,” he adds, hopping off his crate and stretching out, “if they tell you it’s just a joke.”

“Everything is just a joke when you have enough power to make it sound like just a joke,” counters Max sourly, huddling into her fur-lined collar despite the fact that the weather is balmy today. “Most people don’t know the difference.”

“Most people,” says Captain Brady, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “are not very clever.”

But you are, aren’t you? Max exhales. Remembers that Captain Brady can hold his own when talking with Push and George, who know more about planes than anybody she’s ever met. Recalls, too, that he’d put himself between Lucy and some belligerent replacement quicker than anything. You’re clever enough to realize some of the men aren’t joking when they try to ship me off to Tuskegee territory in Italy.

“– or not, Morrison?”

Max blinks. “Sir?”

“Are you going to help fix the plane or not, Morrison? She’s your bird now, too.”

“Still says Brady’s Crash Wagon on the side, sir,” quips Max cheekily, sliding down from her own crate. “Push has opinions about that, you know. She’s been saying it’s bad luck.”

“What do you think it is?”

Max stops. Considers. Narrows her eyes at him in a most flinty-gazed mimicry of his best stare. “Might be an honor, sir,” she says, testing the words out in her mouth. Liking how they sound. Liking, even more, the way he blinks in surprise. “Unless you crash us. I’m going to be mad as a buzzing beehive about that.”

“Noted,” he says wryly, turning his gaze toward the wing. “Fix her up right and we might get lucky.”

She isn’t entirely certain why, out of his mouth, hope starts to sound an awful lot like prayer.

[callmegaith]

After so much waiting, the official KNOCKOUT CITY art book is here AND LOOK AT THIS!! MY ART IS IN IT!! 😭😭😭😭

[scourgefrontiers]

max really thinks hes gonna win this one

[hawkepockets]

dragon age summer?

[planefood]

Drawing for a class project thing :) my guys just chilling everyday stuff. I’m a little sick with god knows what so it took a little longer than it usually would but I finished it

Song: Pluto - Dance Stamina

[dracononite]

first day as a certified Pokemon trainer! they just caught their first ever partner Pokemon, Mareep

[krabkrab-wontshutup]

New dnd character dropped. the setting is a jumanji inspired game where the player characters are all from our world and were sent to the world of dungeons and dragons.

His name is Max Duff, he’s a Moon Druid and an owlin and Hes not trans in the campaign but ive never drawn someone wearing trans tape before so i figured he, as my newest muse, would be the perfect target.