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†My two BIG character interests atm are Maxwell (DST) and Mr. Negative (Marvelâs Spider-Man game)!! So expect a fair bit of doodles of them and maybe some AU stuff for funsies <3
†I have other interests (shocking) in things like Portal, ENA: Dream BQQ, Spider-Man (in general), various mangas (such as Soul Eater, Rosario+Vampire, Alice in Murderland, etc.), MLP:FIM, BATIM, and more!
†When it comes to Spider-Man, I have a few tinsy fan earths I've been working on. The tags for 'em I have currently are:
đïžâđšïž - #spiderman 1048-B
đ - #spiderman earth 191
đ» - #spiderman!gb au
†I also use the tag #fan variant in general for, well, fan variants! Whether they're part of an specific au or not.
†Also #napster doodles for general art :3
†I have a RP sideblog now! Wowie, yay!
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†I am always open to questions about the stuff I make! I love talking about my silly little creations.
†Also do feel free to doodle any of the silly characters if you want. I will only bite you a little bit (affectionately!) :]
actually finished this a few days ago and kind of forgor to toss it over here </3 oopsie
smth smth me and my silly tiny au of "what if instead of evil darkness, there was evil cold" :3 and also i cursed this guy with being like half crystal in the process <3
basic au stuff here
basic info stuff for this guy specifically below the cut
Note: Things follow a similar outline as canon (which also means the same time period).
Back in his days in Britain proper, he was a woodworker who also dabbled in making wood carvings and sculptures. This side hobby gradually grew into more of a proper profession as a woodcarver. And same as canon, he goes to the states (with a bit of encouragement from his brother) to hopefully gain a new market for his work.
Turns out, itâs not easy to get a new audience in a new country. He eked out a living by doing odd jobs and smaller commissions, but his art hardly drew the attention he wouldâve liked.
Again, following canon, he eventually headed west after receiving news his brother has moved to the west coast. He got the book, almost died via train accident, the works.
The book here, of course, is the Codex Glaciem: an odd little book with a deep blue cover and a silver M emblazoned on the cover.
And he soon found out he could create and manipulate ice with it.
The ice was unique. It was cold, obviously, but it wouldnât give that freeze-burn sensation if you held it for too long. It took far longer to melt than any natural ice, and instead of being purely colourless, it had a pale blue tint to it. Most importantly, he could sculpt with it. It was not the same as wood by any means, but it was arguably easier to work with (or at least it felt like it), and there was something so beautiful about it. Almost hypnotically so.
Obviously, it wasnât exactly something he could market in day. So he kept it to himself for a while before trying to figure out a way to sell this. An artist couldnât keep something so lovely all to himself after all.
So he started small. He went to bars.
It wasnât the most flattering thing, but he sold the owners on being a small ice supplier. He really wasnât the best at it, but he thankfully was humored enough here and there. It was all very limited supply of course, but he brought in lovely little ice creations for drinksâsimple geometric shapes (cubes, pyramids, spheres, etc.) and small sculptures (flower heads, fruits, stars, and so on).
It was also around this time he donned the name âMaxwell.â Notably, for him, it was less of a hard identity change and more of an artist pseudonym to try and seem a little more refined and respectable. âWilliamâ just didnât carry much weight to him, nor did it sound particularly memorable.
Gradually, his work led to him getting the attention of higher end bars (both alcoholic and not) asking him to bring in his sculptures. And it was at one of these bars that he met a mixologist by the name of Charlie.
Side noteâCharlie here is still a lady, but she dresses and acts as a man to keep her job. Considering this is still the late 19th century, very early 20th century, women were largely banned from working at any places that served alcohol. I, however, am a fan of women still sneaking their way into professions theyâre âforbiddenâ from. :3c
Anyhow.
As a mixologist, Charlie was naturally a bit of a showman, and she funnily enough became a nudging force to get him to be a bit more performative himself. It was one thing for him to simply bring in his art to be shared with others, it was another to really show off his work.
Eventually, they became an unofficial duo. She made the drinks, he made a show of serving the ice to go with them. One of his favorites was to make a bouquet of ice flowers to hand out to patrons, even make a fuss about choosing just the right one for the occasional lady or two.
They were popular enough at the bar for her be allowed to go on âcommissionâ work with him. Basically, if he was asked to perform at an event, he would have her come along with him and split the money between them. They got invited to nicer events, even formal ones. It was all about striking a balance between fine sophistication and light theatrics, and the people by and large loved it. He made larger, more intricate pieces, no longer strictly for drinks but also for decorum or to hold expensive bottles, food, etc.
All of this wasnât without its downsides. Much like canon being terrorized by the shadows, he was dealing with some⊠unpleasant side effects of using the Codex. Some of those most obvious things were that his hair had very slowly begun to go white (though he would insist it was genetics), and that he was constantly cold. It would be the peak of summer heat out, and heâd still try to wear a hefty jacket if he could get away with it because he was freezing. And there were more than a few incidents with Codex as wellâŠ
Not that any of this stopped him, naturally. Or perhaps the book wouldnât let him stop. It would be hard to say.
Thought everything came crashing down eventually, as all good things do.
The duo were asked to come to a fine ball, the first real upper-class event they were invited to. The hosts wanted a large, elaborate statue as the crowning centerpiece for the event. That in itself was fine, but Maxwell had an idea on how to make it truly special.
Make it alive.
He had been playing with trying to make âliving,â or moving, sculptures for a while, with a fair bit of success. He could get smaller ones to move, usually in limited ranges of motionâa flower that could sway its leaves, a butterfly that could slightly move its wings, that sort of thing. With a large enough statue, he could perhaps get away with things by saying there were some special mechanisms inside + some very careful segmenting of the ice to allow it to move. Never the fact that he didnât know a single thing about working with machinery like that; if people kept asking, he could just lie and say he knows a person who did the mechanics part.
So he got to work. Even double and triple checked his work with the Codex to make sure everything would work with a giant statue. The day of the event arrives, and the sculpture is done and transported for the occasion, much to his delight.
Things get set up, and eventually, he gathered everyoneâs attention and pointed them to the statue. And with the book in hand, he tried to get it to move.
The book being incorporated into things was important. He really wanted to sell a more magical image, especially since there had been a rumor or do (both joking and not) that he mustâve been some sort of wizard for all the work he did.
And it all works!
It works too well.
Nobody could agree what exactly happened afterward. The people that could remember what happened say that the sculpture stopped⊠being a sculpture. It didnât even keep its shape. It shifted like water yet stayed utterly crystalline. Some claim it looked like a person; others say it was a massive bug. Regardless of specifics, all agree on one thing: the thingâwhatever it wasâtook sculptor and the gentleman accompanying him. Then, all three were gone. The book was never recovered either.
Instead of triggering an earthquake and fire, the whole incident caused a massive, anomalous blizzard. It left almost as quickly as it appeared, and it buried the surrounding area in snow and ice.
phm is decently popular in japan and i mostly see this when i check twitter and see accounts posting pictures of handmade rocky plushies that are so fucking round looking it brings a tear to my eye
spinning. making microwave noises. night monster maxwell, youâre special to me <3
i am very much tinkering with design stuff, this is just some rough pen scribbling and is a smidge outdated now !! i think i got the fully vision in my brain, and now i have a krita project im working on to make him a little character sheet :3!! and then hopefully work on ideas for a ruler 1 (and perchance later survivor) charlie <3
credit for the idea goes to @maxblonda and this gorgeous piece of theirs (please go look at it itâs so cool)
In my opinion it's a lot more healthy to be able to own that you dislike someone for petty reasons than to do all kinds of mental gymnastics to make everyone you don't really vibe with out to be a bad person actually
Everyone knows the first day of Friend Graceâs class is nickname day. Itâs the day when every pebble is on their best behavior to try and make sure they get a cool nickname, something unique that they can brag to their friends and classmates about.
Sometimes, Grace will do it without thinking. Thatâs how Kiddo and Buddy got their nicknames. Often, Grace will nickname students after their coloration. Gaia got his nickname because heâs blue and green, and apparently looks a lot like Earth. Violet got hers because sheâs purple. (She was initially disappointed since color means nothing to Eridians, but then Friend Grace showed them violet flowers and said that humans often associated purple with wealth and royalty, and she changed her tune.) Most of the time, Grace will give his students what he calls âregular human namesâ like Abby, Carl, or Martin.
Even well after Friend Grace is gone, his legacy remains. A hundred years into the future, when humankind finally launches a new ship with the express purpose of properly meeting their Eridian neighbors, one of the first messages exchanged is âHello! My name Robin.â
âBecause the truth is, tech doesnât have an image problem. It doesnât have a message problem. It has an intention problem. Whatâs wrong with the axe murderer who broke into my house is not that he hasnât successfully persuaded me to buy into his narrative. Whatâs wrong is that heâs trying to kill me with an axe. Similarly, when you launch a product thatâs designed to put millions of people out of work, block access to sources of verifiable truth, replace human creativity with slop, and lower the barriers to every sort of atrocity, the problem isnât that you havenât told the public a good story about those things. The problem is that you are trying to do them.â
