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oh  shit  thanks  for  100+  followers.  sorry  for  my  absence  as  well  ;;  max  muse  isn’t  here.  stay  tuned !

#was gonna deactivate but .. perhaps not #max can have little a reboot #as a treat! #not rn though lmao

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you’re  all  just  gay  &  still  following  me  huh?

#seriously though i appreciate it .. #i swear i'll be more active on max eventually #i. » ————— out of character.

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"Hey, kiddo. I got you something."

unprompted  ask  from  @the-mad-in-plaid​.

he’s  not  a  big  fan  of  surprises,  but  he’s  been  working  on  not  snapping  in  response  to  absolutely  everything,  so  …  he  may  pause  for  a  while,  but  in  the  end,  he  manages  not  to.  instead,  max  stares  up  at  ryan,  slowly  blinking  a  few  times  in  a  sluggish  sort  of  succession.  he’s  still  sort  of  unused  to  getting  things,  so  …  yeah.

❝  uhh,  okay  …  what?  ❞

#me: inactive #you: sends ask #me: so that was a fucking lie #i. » ————— in character. #ii. » ————— ask. #iii. » ————— feeling bad for these kids i've never met. #the-mad-in-plaid

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???,  clueless.

Slowly  but surely  she  gathers  information  and forms  her  own  opinion  based on  what she’s  heard thus far.  ❝  Well …  you  don’t  seem  to think  it’s all  that great.  ❞  speaks  carefully,  as  if  treading  on  eggshells.  Boy’s  expression  alone   expresses  disdain  for  this  ‘ camp ‘,  though  she   can’t  exactly figure  out  why.  

Is  it  like  a  prison  for  earth  children ? is  it  boring ? unsafe ?  before   she  lets  her imagination  run she  speaks again,  ❝  What  kind  of things  do you  do at  camp ?  what  makes  it  so -  ❞  for  lack  of a  better word ❝   - not  good ?  ❞

❝  well,  most  camps  are  focused  on  one  thing  —  like  ...  i  dunno,  science  camp,  or  music  camp.  ❞  he  seems  pretty  bored  with  explaining  this  to  her,  but  it’s  not  like  he  has  anything  better  to  do.  ❝  my  camp  is  supposed  to  offer  whatever  we  want  to  sign  up  for,  but  it’s  just  a  scam.  they  can  barely  afford  anything.  every  day  is  another  mundane  activity  that  wastes  our  entire  day  for  no  reason.  ❞  &  it’s  not  like  his  parents  cared  enough  to  sign  him  up  for  anything  in  particular,  anyways  ...  he’s  sure  everyone  else’s  parents  just  wanted  to  get  rid  of  them,  too,  though.  they  just  hide  it  better,  right?  right?

once  she’s  gotten  time  to  let  that  sink  in,  he  goes  on,  ❝  it’s  not  that  great.  some  kids  might  tell  you  otherwise,  but  they’re  just  too  stupid  to  realize  how  awful  this  is.  ❞  max  isn’t  sure  if  he  envies  that  or  not,  but  knows  he  honestly  shouldn’t.

#q. #i. » ————— in character. #ii. » ————— thread. #nuiweion

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miles,  mysterious  vandal.

❝ max. ❞ miles sneered, crossing his arms. he KNOWS max will blackmail him, which is why HIM out of all people were the worst choice. he raises a brow before sighing, acting serious and “sad” all of a sudden.

❝ i guess you deserve to know my OTHER secret too. it’s a secret superpower. ❞  he stuck out his palm, staying quiet for a moment. that is before he pulled out a middle finger on max, being pissed off again. that doesn’t mean he STILL doesn’t have any other secrets either. he moved his hands back into a crossing arm position.

❝ alright, what the hell do you want? ❞

of  course,  max  is  probably  the  least  gullible  kid�� there  is  at  this  shit  show  they’re  calling  a  summer  camp  —  his  expression  doesn’t  raise  any  higher  when  miles  acts  like  he  has  a  big  secret,  nor  does  it  drop  any  lower  when  he’s  flipped  off  or  given  an  attitude.  as  long  as  he’s  not  speaking,  max  is  basically  a  brick  wall  right  now  —  originally  a  defense  mechanism,  but  definitely  a  useful  tool  at  times  like  this.

❝  hmm  ...  ❞  what  does  he  want?  it’s  not  like  he’d  been  thinking  about  blackmailing  the  camp  vandal,  especially  not  with  the  expectation  that  miles  would  be  behind  the  graffiti.  just  because  there’s  nothing  at  the  forefront  of  his  mind  doesn’t  mean  he’s  going  to  let  the  older  boy  off  the  hook,  though.  max  continues  to  watch  him  carefully,  obviously  deep  in  thought  ...  that  is,  until  he  isn’t,  at  which  point  he  simply  smirks.  ❝  if  you  don’t  want  me  to  tell  david  about  both  of  your  secrets,  then  you  have  to  give  me  your  desserts  for  the  rest  of  the  summer.  ❞  sure,  it’s  not  like  they  get  a  good  treat  every  day,  but  the  occasional  s’more  or  cup  of  ice  cream  is  what  the  kids  live  off  of  thanks  to  the  quartermaster’s  suspect  meals.  if  it  means  taking  double  for  himself,  then  max  is  happy  to  relieve  miles  of  that  simple  pleasure.

#jkGHJKFDG i love him #q. #i. » ————— in character. #ii. » ————— thread. #invisiblcsparks

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daniel,  literally  no  help  at  all.

Daniel can’t say that he understands why Max wants out so bad, but he’s had a lot more of a positive experience here. Hopefully, though, he could get Max to see that this is a safe place, with safe people. Then again, Max wasn’t ever very trusting of anyone. It’d probably take a lot of people, time, and patience to get the boy comfortable. It might not ever happen.

“Max, you know I can’t let you do that. I’d get in so much trouble.”Getting on Dally’s bad side was the opposite of what he wanted. “Why don’t we get you back to your room? Then we can talk about this with your nurse. Deal?”

max  is  only  looking  more  &  more  fed  up,  utterly  frustrated  by  daniel’s  refusal  to  do  him  one  simple  favor.  would  the  blonde  chase  him  if  he  ran?  that’s  pretty  fifty  fifty,  but  ...  max’s  legs  are  short,  &  he  doesn’t  know  his  way  around  this  place  at  all,  so  he’d  probably  get  caught  either  way.  he  looks  between  daniel,  the  hallway  ahead  of  them,  &  his  own  stupid  cast  ...  &  then  the  boy  exaggerates  his  own  groan  (  even  though  he  hardly  needs  to,  )  glaring  daggers  at  the  tile  floor  but  no  longer  threatening  to  make  a  run  for  it.

❝  i  fucking  hate  you.  ❞  hey,  that  is  his  way  of  admitting  defeat.  trying  to  get  out  of  here,  failing,  &  cursing  daniel  out  ...  it’s  all  eerily  reminiscent  of  his  early  days  at  camp  campbell,  a  thought  that  makes  him  all  the  more  bitter.  ❝  fine,  we  can  do  whatever  you  want.  but  i’m  still  leaving  after.  ❞  the  authenticity  of  this  claim  is  questionable,  but  he’d  like  to  make  the  blonde  to  believe  that  he’s  stubborn  as  a  mule  all  the  same

#q. #i. » ————— in character. #ii. » ————— thread. #iii. » ————— something’s not right. #cultistreformed

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mortimer,  jesus  shit,  dude.

When Max stepped through the portal, Mortimer followed him through it IMMEDIATELY after. They stepped out on the opposite side and…they were somewhere NEW. Definitely not EARTH, as the dirt upon the ground was sprouting off-colored grass. Mortimer hits the button on the portal gun, closing the green vortex behind them.

The birds in the trees, much LARGER than normal earth birds, squawked loudly at the sight of them and took to the skies. Mortimer tucked his portal gun away, shoving hands into his pockets as he glances down at Max.

“You good? Going through the portal for the first time normally makes your stomach RUSH.” He idly scratches at his cheek, humming quietly as he stays put, allowing Max to get his bearings. “I understand if you’re still all…CONFUSED….but I really do APPRECIATE you grabbing that for me.”

he’s  certainly  felt  better,  but  he’s  not  willing  to  admit  it,  so  he  just  waves  a  hand  as  if  to  dismiss  mortimer’s  question  altogether.  max  seems  unsteady  on  his  feet  ...  at  least  their  peculiar  surroundings  are  enough  to  distract  him  from  the  worst  motion  sickness  (  ?  )  he’s  ever  felt.  here’s  to  hoping  those  birds  don’t  try  to  carry  him  away,  because  any  one  of  them  definitely  could  if  it  wanted  to.  the  boy  also  returns  his  own  hands  to  the  pocket  of  his  hoodie,  as  if  the  motion  has  become  comforting  to  him,  &  lets  green  eyes  wander  around  for  a  second  before  he  remembers  how  to  articulate  the  right  words  to  reply.

❝  uh  ...  yeah,  whatever.  thanks  for  taking  me  with  you.  ❞  finally  —  speech.  max  lets  out  a  long  breath,  then  looks  up  at  mortimer  once  again.  confused  doesn’t  describe  the  half  of  it,  but  max  can’t  exactly  think  of  a  better  word;  instead,  he  decides  to  ask  the  most  general  (  but  important  )  question  he  can.  ❝  ...  where  did  you  take  me?  ❞

#q. #i. » ————— in character. #ii. » ————— thread. #iii. » ————— unknown. #mcrtimersmith

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Spreading positivity for @monocamped​ !!!!

#gjfudsghidfghkj i fucking love honey mustard #BUT I LOVE YOU MORE OP #save.

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???,  not  dead.

    Murdoc watched as the little bugger just stared at him, who maintained a pokerface on the whole, even though the attitude gave Murdoc the vibe that the kid was already tired of him. What was the point in bullying if he couldn’t even get a proper reaction? He wouldn’t even call it bullying… Just dishing it back out. An eye for an eye. Tit for tat. He had no intentions of becoming cordial with the kid. He may have been attempting to change his ways, but he’d never become a doormat either. A hangover of this level hardly inspired him to be kind.

    “That’s the problem with this generation. They don’t even know who I am,” Murdoc said, more to himself than the child. “You probably weren’t even born yet in 2005, were you?” Gorillaz still sold well, but that year was the peak of their popularity. He made a face at the kid’s remark about his pockets being gross but decided not to argue a moot point. “Well, at least you’re learning,” he said in regard to the kid mentioning he’d check the pockets of a corpse next time.

    The offer of using a phone to call home grabbed Murdoc’s attention. “Oh, that’d be greaaat.” He pushed himself to his feet, groaning as his old bones creaked. His body was probably sporting several bruises, but now wasn’t the time to strip off his shirt. As disgusting as the moist fabric felt, he’d get burnt to a crisp. “Lead the way, boy.”

2005?  what’s  so  significant  about  2005?  ❝  nope.  what  are  you,  a  ...  disgraced  actor?  ❞  max  guesses  boredly,  tone  making  it  obvious  that  he  doesn’t  really  care.  fact  is,  he  has  no  idea  who  this  guy  is,  &  learning  isn’t  going  to  change  any  of  the  opinions  he’s  formed  thus  far  ...  the  fact  that  he’s  willing  to  lead  him  back  to  camp  at  all  is  honestly  a  miracle,  &  he’s  definitely  motivated  in  part  by  the  fact  that  bringing  a  displaced  stranger  back  to  camp  with  him  will  (  hopefully  )  delay  david’s  stupid  activities  for  the  day,  even  if  he’d  already  been  skipping  them  by  wandering  through  the  woods  on  his  own.

when  the  stranger  stands  up  to  be  led  away  (  like  max  knew  he  would,  )  the  boy  rolls  his  eyes  &  turns  around,  boredly  chucking  his  body  poking  stick  into  the  bushes  where  it  scares  off  some  small  animals.  too  bad  their  fear  makes  him  feel  nothing.  ❝  my  name’s  max.  ❞  the  way  he  says  it,  spiteful,  suggests  that  he’s  only  giving  that  out  because  he  detests  being  called  boy,  kid,  or  ...  anything  else,  really.  it  feels  patronizing,  &  he  doesn’t  deserve  that  shit  in  the  slightest.  once  he’s  done  being  bitter,  he  embarks  in  the  right  direction  to  get  them  back  to  the  grounds  of  camp  campbell,  stepping  through  nature  like  a  pro  with  his  tiny  legs.  ❝  keep  up,  old  man.  ❞

#q. #i. » ————— in character. #ii. » ————— thread. #muds666

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school  is  starting  tomorrow  gamers,  idk  what  the  fuck’s  gonna  happen  with  my  activity  but  i’ll  try  to  fill  up  the  queue  when  i  can.  i’m  always  on  discord  if  you  have  me  there  /  you’d  like  to  add  me,  &  i  promise  i’ll  try  to  keep  my  blogs  alive  in  these  trying  times.

#am i ready? nope. yeet

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..I’ve been thinking about this a lot.  x

#oh SHIT #YEAH #iii. » ————— feeling bad for these kids i've never met.

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doug,  reluctant  accomplice.

He knew how to avoid the Janitor’s sight? That was new to him- he wasn’t sure it was possible to avoid him. At least, neither he nor Dexter could get away unseen. The name takes him a bit by surprise- he’s not used to hearing cursing. His folks try not to, since one of the ideas he and his folks follow is not to curse unnecessarily. Either way, he brushes it off- for now -and regards the question.

Max was right- he had said he’d join him. Not keeping his word would be disrespectful, so he nods in response. “I did, yeah. I’ll try and trust you on this, but I can’t guarantee I won’t be nervous.”

so,  he’s  still  going  along  with  it?  now  that’s  something  —  maybe  douglas  was  an  even  better  choice  than  he’d  thought.  for  a  moment,  max  is  smiling  more  genuinely  than  before,  but  it  doesn’t  take  his  expression  long  to  even  back  out  once  again.  ❝  yeah,  yeah.  trust  me,  you  won’t  regret  it.  come  on.  ❞  now  that  that’s  over  with,  max  finally  turns  back  around  &  makes  his  way  towards  one  of  the  school’s  entrances  ...  for  real  this  time.  (  &  he  just  happens  to  have  some  keys.  )

#q. #i. » ————— in character. #ii. » ————— thread. #iii. » ————— unknown. #douggeek

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mortimer,  my  ticket  out  of  here.

“Mortimer.” Figured it’d be easy to get the names spoken now.

Max seemed to want to run in by himself, so Mortimer followed a few steps behind him. The counselor’s cabin was good and empty by the looks of it and as Max slipped inside, Mortimer did his job. He kept lookout, casually leaning against the wall as he LISTENED for any signs of either of those counselors that could come and ruin this. Thankfully, that didn’t seem the case.

The younger came marching back out of the cabin; Mortimer takes the portal gun as soon as it’s offered to him. “Thank fucking god.” He fiddles around with it for a few spare moments, making SURE that it wasn’t damaged in any way. That didn’t seem to be the case…UP until a loud exclamation from a distance cut through. The male counselor was staring at them and Mortimer, in a FLURRY of panic of having it taken away from him AGAIN, shot out a GLOWING GREEN PORTAL in front of him.

“C’mon, time to BAIL.”

mortimer,  huh?  kind  of  a  mouthful,  but  if  the  older  boy  wanted  a  nickname,  he  would’ve  introduced  himself  with  one.  when  he  takes  back  his  ...  thing,  max  leans  back  slightly  on  his  heels,  watching  curiously  as  it’s  inspected.  he’s  tempted  to  ask  what  it  does,  but  before  he  can,  he’s  interrupted  by  the  sound  of  david’s  voice  —  ❝  aw,  shit—  ❞  &  then,  he  gets  his  demonstration.

❝  ...  fuuuck.  ❞  this  isn’t  the  safest  thing  he’s  ever  seen,  but  as  green  eyes  dart  between  the  portal  &  david,  max  finds  the  decision  an  easy  one  to  make.  here  goes  nothing  ...  if  he  dies,  he  dies,  he  supposes.  (  really,  he’s  putting  way  too  much  trust  into  mortimer  than  he’d  like,  but  it  seems  like  that’s  what  it  takes  to  get  out  of  here.  )  with  that,  max  steps  through  ahead  of  the  other  boy  &  doesn’t  utter  another  word  about  it.

#i. » ————— in character. #ii. » ————— thread. #iii. » ————— unknown. #mcrtimersmith

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miles,  mysterious  vandal.

miles had indeed not noticed MAX, even with the loud footsteps behind him. he was usually the kid that always listened to david, which is why he barely investigated him. it was hard to tell, but he had headphones on. MAYBE a reason he couldn’t hear him.

when he finally heard max, though, he instantly turned around and almost sprayed him. his finger was on the notch, BARELY not touching it all the way.  ❝     max!  ❞ his voice had a hint of different emotions. PANIC, ANGER and FEAR.

he’s  certainly  looking  pleased  with  himself,  smiling  like  the  cat  that  swallowed  the  canary  as  he  leans  against  the  wooden  outer  wall  of  the  mess  hall  &  angles  his  head  up  towards  miles.  (  it’s  a  good  thing  that  he  didn’t  get  sprayed,  because  you  can’t  trust  an  angry  max,  &  that’s  what  that  situation  would’ve  created.  )

❝  miles,  ❞  he  repeats,  no  less  smug  than  he  had  been  when  he  first  discovered  the  other  camper  out  here.  if  you  think  he’s  not  going  to  try  to  blackmail  miles  using  this,  then  you  certainly  don’t  know  max.  ❝  &  here  i  thought  i’d  never  solve  this  mystery.  ❞

#oh dw bout it! #idm cutting threads myself #q. #i. » ————— in character. #ii. » ————— thread. #invisiblcsparks

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dad  king,  did  ray  snitch?

“Seems like Max doesn’t understand what a grounding is. Asking the other parent for something he’s not allowed to have? Makes that grounding two months now.”

❝  what?!  this  is  ...  a  civic  outrage!  i  know  my  rights!  i  want  a  lawyer!  ❞

#i. » ————— in character. #ii. » ————— thread. #iii. » ————— feeling bad for these kids i've never met. #the-mad-in-plaid

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???,  heals  evos.

This particular EVO had been nothing short of a nightmare to fight. Rex didn’t know why it was so aggressive – more so than any other Evo he’d faced before ( that he could remember at the moment, anyways… ). Through the battle, Rex found himself wondering who could possibly be behind this EVO. A business person who got fired, perhaps? Or maybe it was a really angry dog.. or, uh, rabbit? He couldn’t tell WHAT this creature was supposed to be besides animal-based, and since animals could go EVO too.. well, who knows. All he knew was that he had to cure this poor soul and SOON, because whoever this was was DANGEROUSLY close to becoming an Uncurable.

When the beast charged at him for what was probably the tenth time since this battle started, his Punk Busters materialized and he delivered a hard kick to the monsters face, his Smack Hands raising back hard and slamming it into the ground. When it stopped moving, Rex took his chance to heal it – and just in time, too, because if the nanite infection got any worse Rex might have been TOO LATE.

And to his horror, as the EVO process reversed, the form grew tinier and tinier and – oh god. Was that a CHILD? He looked so tiny and helpless, and even if the evo form had given him fifty shades of hell his heart couldn’t help but hurt. He stood in a daze, watching the boy curl up in a ball and gather his bearings, and it wasn’t until he noticed people crowding around him that he snapped back to reality.

Now, Rex knew he couldn’t really shoo the crowd away – they wouldn’t listen even if he TRIED to get them to, but the least he could do was give a warning.

“Guys, hey –  don’t get too close! I got this.”

The crowd stopped in their tracks for the most part – though there was still a few stragglers here and there that tried to get a closer view, which if Rex caught, he sent a challenging glare to – before finally stopping in front of the boy, hands on his hips and expression melting into a playful little smile.

“Heyy there little dude, are you feeling okay? That was some EVO form you had there, but you’re okay now. Do you remember anything?”

But when there was no response, his playful smile dropped – almost immediately, his expression was now laced with concern.

“Hey.. uh, did you hear me? I said you’re good now… If you’re worried about it, I’m not gonna like, hurt you or anything. I healed you, so you’re free to go… Do you need a ride back home?”

so  ...  he  isn’t  going  to  die?  even  when  that  realization  sinks  in,  max  doesn’t  look  any  less  distressed.  his  gaze  falls,  &  he  still  doesn’t  speak  for  a  while.  he  never  lets  himself  seem  so  helpless,  but  after  everything  that  just  happened,  putting  up  his  usual  asshole  front  is  far  more  than  he’s  capable  of.  maybe  ...  maybe  it  would’ve  been  better  if  he  had  been  killed,  rather  than  cured.  he’s  still  a  monster,  isn’t  he?  &  even  if  that’s  debatable,  what’s  not  is  that  he  doesn’t  know  what  to  do  now.  ❝  i  ...  ❞  at  least  he  remembers  how  to  talk,  kind  of.  his  whole  body  aches  too  much  for  him  to  try  &  get  onto  his  feet,  though,  so  he  settles  for  sitting  &  leaning  back  on  one  of  his  hands  for  now.  (  he’s  so  tired  from  the  ordeal,  he  wishes  he  could  sleep  for  a  week  ...  but  he’s  always  been  prone  to  nightmares,  &  he’s  getting  a  sickening  feeling  that  the  one’s  he’s  going  to  have  now  will  be  worse  than  ever.  )

❝  ...  i  can’t  go  back  home.  ❞  shock  is  still  evident  in  his  voice,  like  this  fact  is  news  to  him,  or  he’s  just  saying  the  words  as  they  occur  in  his  muddled  head.  his  stomach  lurches,  &  he  covers  up  his  mouth  with  a  hand  until  the  wave  of  nausea  passes  him  by,  removing  it  once  he’s  confident  he  isn’t  going  to  be  sick  ...  &  now  he’s  staring  at  his  palm  again.  he  can  recall  what  it  felt  like  to  have  claws,  &  how  easy  it  was  to  rip  people  open.  had  his  parents  known  it  was  him,  &  regretted  their  neglectful  ways?  or  had  they  died  in  confused  terror,  like  lambs  to  the  slaughter?  max  is  never  going  to  know,  &  it’s  already  killing  him  inside.  on  the  bright  side,  he’s  too  shocked  to  start  crying.  for  now.  ❝  i’m  ...  sorry  ...  ❞

#i. » ————— in character. #ii. » ————— thread. #iii. » ————— based on actual events where people died! #evoheal