#the legend of maxx

[thinking-with-doodles]

does this comic even have any fans on tumblr

anyways last night i remembered tlom existed again. it came back out from being buried under all my other interests. so i doodled some fanart for the first time

realistically theyd continue to argue for hours on end i think. but its also been several months since i decided to reread the entire comic and im also tryin to redraw a meme here so i gotta stick to what its based on at least somewhat

[hellothepixel]

[haileys--world]

Excuse me, you look like you love me 🩷

[ladymiraclewings]

Zenitsu Agatsuma: I think we’ve just about exhausted the potential of this conversation, don’t you agree? Kaigaku: If it were up to me, the only ‘conversation’ we’d ever have would be me laughing and you screaming, so yes.

[funkyhighway]

*armed robber puts a gun to my head* its your life, or the legend of maxx art, take your pick

Me: just fucking kill me

[plutopawzz]

Legend of maxx fandom where are you..

[littlelegend-arts]

Destroy what you cannot fix.

( Some backstory I headcanon for Alicia’s family told by Miles )

[artbyfxa]

In The Legend of Maxx, is June's desire to bring back the Hallow inherently selfish and also evil?

Long haired Tumblr Sexyman "it swings from side to side and drags on the floor when he walks" Xylan might be the official villain of LoM, but June's desire to destroy the demon's seal would damn the world of LoM an equally bad way.

In Comic 209, June states that the Hallow and Corruption were created equal, and meant to maintain balance in the world. The Naiad, seduced (😳) by the power of the Corruption, turned against the other elemental races and sought to cover the entire world in Corruption. The Dryad turned to the Hallow and used it as their source of power in the fight, and neither side could defeat the other, as both sources of power were equal, yet opposite.

In Terraria lore, the Corruption is a cancerous sickness caused by the sins of those living in the world. The Hallow, on the other hand, is described as a "overcompensation of purity, taken to the absolute extreme." It destroys anything in its path, and it an absolute pain in the ass for newly Hardmode players. It is also of note that both the Hallow and the Corruption (as well as the Crimson but that's not relevant) spread with the goal of achieving balance in the world.

In Comic 210, June continues saying that Xyvareth used a demon's curse to seal away the Hallow, yet it took the Corruption with it, which would have left the world in a state of true balance had the corruption not managed to escape the demon's seal.

Both Hallow and Corruption wish to ensnare the world in a monotonous hellscape it deems a utopia. Both of them have self-centered ideas of what is right and wrong, and either of them in total power would kill everything for the sake of equality. Why would June wish to bring back both of these biomes for the sake of balance, when she could try to destroy both and achieve that in a better way?

Could it be that Xylan was right when he said that the Dryad don't care about the Earth, only about keeping it the way they like it? June has probably killed an equal or greater amount of people as Xane, the only thing that makes her "good" is that her goals line up with that of the protagonist. She also states that she hates both the Naiad and their culture, so could it just be that she hates them because they are opposites?

[legend-of-ass]

yeah its sad that the comic is on another hiatus (and i really relate to the sentiment of longing for more), but whats sadder, is how yall treat the writer for it:

and this isnt even including all the comments that are probably buried in the official LOM discord. when are we gonna put some respect on this man's name?????? yall disappoint me sometimes. /end rant

[rotary-supercollider]

I hope there’s still time

[weremustelidae]

i wish ao3 let you change font size because i love making words smaller to indicate they're being said quietly

[wynnyfryd]

@messessentialist told me her friend called to rant about spotting an “upsettingly beautiful boy in a tj maxx” and i vomited 1200 words about it, enjoy

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fic idea: chrissy and eddie work together at tj maxx. one afternoon a guy comes in who’s so hot that it kinda just pisses eddie off? bc like, who does this gorgeous asshole think he is??? coming in here and popping his hip at eddie’s counter, like, does he even know how uncomfortable it is to start chubbin’ up in skinny jeans?? that shit chafes!

so eddie gets all flustered and responds by getting an attitude with the guy because he has zero chill (and also because the dude’s iced coffee is sweating a ring all over eddie’s counter, and so help him if his manager gets on his ass one more time about keeping his station tidy—)

“did you need help finding anything else today?” eddie sneers. “coasters, perhaps?”

upsettingly hot guy looks confused for a second before he follows eddie’s pointed glance at the plastic starbucks cup leaving a cold puddle on the laminate, and then he sneers right back; adjusts the ray bans nestled in his perfect honey brown hair and looks eddie up and down — long, slow, one eyebrow lifting in subtle elitist disapproval.

“what?” he snorts, “hot topic wasn’t hiring?”

oh, fuck you very much!

so eddie’s all ‘nemesis acquired’ and holds the biggest grudge of all time. makes a sworn enemy and a boogeyman out of the guy, turns him into urban legend, starts blaming the Upsettingly Beautiful Man for every little thing that goes wrong in his life — at work, at home, at band practice; no place is safe from the dreaded UBM.

“he’s not a fucking cryptid!” gareth snaps one day at rehearsal, chucking a drumstick at eddie’s head. “just track him down and bone already so you can shut the hell up!”

“wouldn’t he just talk about him more after they have sex?” jeff wonders, to which gareth narrows his eyes and raises his second drumstick as a threat.

meanwhile, eddie’s cute coworker chrissy (who he’s become surprisingly good friends with, to the point of referring to her as his work wife) gets a girlfriend. robin’s sooooo pretty, and soooo nice, and sooooo tall, eddie, did you know how tall she is?

yes, chrissy, he’s supremely aware of a stranger’s five-foot-eight-and-a-half stature now, thank you.

“you have to meet her!” chrissy gushes, bouncing up onto her toes.

eddie hangs another shirt. “you have to chill.”

“hey!” she pouts, pixar princess cute. “you wouldn’t tell the sun to dull its shine, would you?”

“i mean, i would, but i doubt the giant ball of plasma cares what i want.”

“okay, whatever, eeyore.” she rolls her eyes but she physically can’t stop beaming even as she does it, and eddie finds himself melting under it — some sort of radiant area attack coming from the apples of this girl’s cheeks, he swears, because the next thing he knows he’s agreeing to go to rando new girlfriend’s housewarming party this weekend so he can meet her properly.

only he doesn’t get to meet her properly, because when he shows up to the party the two bedroom apartment is packed with people he’s never seen, and it’s loud as fuck in here and he’s sweating through his leather from the six flights of stairs he had to climb to reach the place, so he steps through a sliding door out to the balcony and lo and behold, if it isn’t Upsettingly Beautiful Man looking upsettingly beautiful — positively fucking divine, actually, the last wisps of fuchsia sunset catching the gold streaks in his hair and dotting the tip of his flawless nose. Seriously, does this dude have any flaws? A scar, a birthmark, an unsightly ingrown hair? Eddie can’t even see a single blackhead for fuck’s sake.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” the dude mutters, turning to look at him, and, “oh, my god, you again?”

“uh.”

“i’ve got a fucking coaster this time,” the guy says, lifting his solo cup and giving it a little shake to point out the cork round sitting underneath it, “so if that’s what you came out here to berate me for, then you’ll have to think of something else.”

“uh,” eddie says again, because he has no idea what brought this on but he’s pretty sure it has shit all to do with him, and pretty boy’s really working himself up now, arms moving in sharp gestures as he paces back and forth on the short balcony.

“not that it even matters if i didn’t have a coaster, because this is my house! i can do what i want with my own fucking stuff in my own fucking apartment, nance, i don’t— uh…”

pretty boy’s face blossoms rose petal red, a heavy blush creeping up his jawline as he catches himself mid rant and folds in on himself, crossing his arms over his chest with a sheepish expression.

eddie’s always had a thing for shepherding.

“i’m listening,” he says, popping a cigarette in his mouth and holding the pack out in offering. “if you care to vent.”

the guy — steve, eddie finds out — tells him all about his controlling ex-girlfriend as they work their way through two cigarettes each, the sun slipping away to reveal a full topaz moon, big and low and close, ripe citrus bending the branch of a tree. nance was a real piece of work by the sounds of it, and eddie feels like an absolute shit for the way he treated steve, who had apparently just gotten dumped the night before they met and had been out shopping for a “please take me back” present.

“like that was ever gonna work,” steve mumbles, ashing over the railing. “pathetic. anyway, sorry i was rude to you that day or whatever.”

“you weren’t.”

“nah, i was.” steve shifts his weight, knocks their shoulders together. “not that you didn’t deserve it.”

“yeahhhh,” eddie agrees, cringing at himself. “sorry.”

“all good. so what’s your story then, huh? who pissed in your cheerios that day?”

eddie blames the alcohol fumes wafting from steve’s cup — a justification that makes perfect sense and would totally hold up in a court of law — for what he says next.

“honestly? you.”

steve’s face is so cartoonishly offended that eddie busts out laughing, eyes crinkling, head thrown back.

“oh, so you’re just an asshole,” steve nods sagely. “first cute guy to flirt with me in six weeks is a lunatic. love that for me.”

“no, i—” eddie laughs, “okay, we’re coming back to how you think i’m cute, but i just meant, uh-”

oh, fuck it. eddie’s never been good at holding his cards close to the chest. more of a 52 pick up kinda guy, historically, and why change now?

“you were so gorgeous it, like, genuinely upset me for a second,” eddie admits, running his tongue over his lip. he stubs out his cigarette; turns to look right at steve. “like, uh, like cuteness aggression or some shit.”

steve mirrors his posture, leaning an elbow on the railing, nearly chest to chest. “so you are crazy,” he smiles.

“that’s correct.” eddie swallows.

steve moves in to close the gap. “good crazy?”

“fun crazy, so i’m told.”

“i’m gonna kiss you if that’s cool.”

“very”

the kiss tastes like ripe citrus

[starry-blue-echoes]

O U GH I JUST HAD THE BEST/WORST IDEA FOR A THING WITH HERMES AND HOW THINGS WITH SPORTS MAXX GO-

just. Jonathan fighting by her side through it all, stubbornly refusing to let Hermes do this on her own. She's obviously hurting so very much and she's done so much to help him, it's only natural he'd care for her like this

and just. Hermes trying so hard to get him to leave, that she can handle this, this is her mission not his, and Jonathan just grabbing her by the shoulders and snapping back at her. Saying that he loves her, that she's everything in a sibling that Dio hadn't been and more, that she was doing all this to avenge her older sister so she should let him try to do the same for his

and this blunt, open love from Jonathan who always cared so deeply but was also hesitant to express it out loud in words........ something kinda clicks for Hermes. That somewhere along the way, Jojo became more than just her companion, her friend, and became her little brother, and the why to Gloria's decision to give up everything to protect her all those years ago suddenly becomes painfully clear

and for a brief terrifying moment as the ghosts fade away and Jojo cradles her in his arms, crying and shouting and begging her to stay awake...... it's like looking in a mirror

she remembers all those years ago when Gloria first died. She was angry, angry, angry...... but also terrified. She kept all of it buried deep inside, but it was always there, and Jojo was showing it in a way she was never brave enough to

she didn't want to die, she realised. Suddenly getting revenge for Gloria wasn't enough for her to be content with dying. She wasn't done with life yet.

if she died, Jonathan would have one less person by his side. One less person to make sure he took care of himself, to explain things he didn't understand about the world, to listen to his ramblings about archeology, to comfort him when he cried, to show him that just maybe the world wasn't quite as cold and cruel as she thought

she wondered if this is how Gloria felt when she died. If Gloria thought the same things she was thinking

she thinks Gloria would've like Jojo. She probably would've gotten Hermes to drag him to the restaurant and cooked him food, would've slowly explained how everything in the kitchen worked when he asked, would've taken them all shopping to pick out clothes Jojo was comfortable with

but Gloria wasn't here. And Hermes was

and Hermes decides the first thing she's going to do when she and Jonathan are free is to teach him how to cook Gloria's favorite dish

Star Swap: I might have mentioned this, but I love the idea of Jonathan semi-accidentally rallying the meeker prisoners like Guccio and Atroe, which means a lot given that the prison is largely led by a right-makes-right mentality. Because Jonathan is nice and caring and kind and (with some advice from Gwess and Ermes) not afraid to start punching people if need be. He may not have his old muscles but he still has his boxing skill and maybe his hamon? Can't remember when he was taken. Anyway, he manages to assemble a small following of prisoners, helping them so that they can eventually help themselves.

YESSSSSSSSS

while Jolyne's body may not have the pure muscle and intimidation factor that Jonathan's original one had he's far from helpless. As you mentioned there's the aforementioned Hamon and boxing, plus how Hamon would work really well with The Passion when he gets pricked

and it's definitely an accident at first. Jonathan couldn't help it! He wants to help people, no matter whether or not they can give him anything in return. And while he may not teach them Hamon (he realises pretty early on just how dangerous that could get if he taught others), he can teach them how to defend themselves and get away from danger

For a bit of fun chaos, I like to image there was an instance where two people he taught used the things he learned to pick on others and he marched his way over and started scolding the shit out of them. He gave them a flawless "I'm not mad just disappointed" look and speech like he was their parent or something and he looked to genuine and upset and oh god I feel so bad what the fuck was I thinking-

and just to add a but of extra fun spice to it, maybe one of the two ends up attacking him because You Can't Tell Us What To Do Short Stack only to promptly get their ass handed to them on a silver platter. Maybe even a broken bone or two........ but then when it's over Jonathan completely heals the opponent but leaves himself injured so when the guard shows up it looks like the fight was completely one-sided

was that a bit tricky of him to fool the guard like that? Yes, he feels terrible about it for days afterward and can't get the mental image of Dio out of his head, but he isn't going to just let this person use what he taught them to hurt people that just wouldn't be nice >:(

he doesn't even realise how many people he's befriended until Hermes makes a comment about it and he almost starts crying because he hasn't had this many friends EVER, he's still honestly trying to come to terms with the fact he has friends period

once again, I'm loving the mental image of Hermes and Gwess trying their absolute damnedest to just Keep Jojo Alive. They know he's powerful and that he should theoretically be able to handle himself, and most of the time he's honestly really reliable! He's surprisingly emotionally intelligent and knows just what to say....... but then right after he'll do the stupidest (/aff) shit imaginable and they'll remember "right, this is the same guy who thought the tv was trapping people inside and that blood letting was an acceptable medical treatment"

also, speaking of Atroe, I had a silly idea for how Foo slides into things: I think it would if they're just Body Buddies. That's it. Foo expressed interest in helping out Jonathan for the respect he showed them and Atroe was like "welcome to the club! Jojo's really cool and nice so I can't blame you, why don't you come with :D" and just lets Foo vibe in their body

would this work biologically? I don't think so, but also consider It Would Be Funny For The Sake Of The AU

[ladymiraclewings]

Scratch: I think we’ve just about exhausted the potential of this conversation, don’t you agree? Jinx: If it were up to me, the only ‘conversation’ we’d ever have would be me laughing and you screaming, so yes.

[funkyhighway]

delicious thought i had where the comic returns after another time skip but everything has thoroughly gone to SHIT (after all, june's basically another human now, so without her magic they cant rlly seal away the corruption)

i bet he would still give it his all though (maybe he now has to go through hardmode game progression to defeat the naiad instead?)

maxx and cyril really do live rent free in my brain 😵

[ghostofpatrickshand]

legend has it if you cut up 3 spiky no no plants at midnight and yell 'vasectomy' maxx danziger will appear and tell you to go to sleep