Max.

Freelance lighting designer, freelance demonic entity, freelance enby trashbag, baby. They/them, m'dudes.

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Dark tucks herself behind you on the couch, laying your aching head on her chest. She holds you close as she sings to you to ease your pain and lull you to sleep.

((Headphones recommended.))

[maxontrax]

Today I slept through 3 alarms and 2 phone calls and missed plans that I made for my own birthday.

I'm tired.

[maxontrax]

Merry Christmas to me

[sewerfight-deactivated20250114]

Imagine a bee rn in a hive muttering "the beekeeper is not real because he is not intervening or helping me at all with this disastrous relationship I have with another bee". now imagine that's you talking about the good lord. now imagine a dog with a propeller hat on

[xenobotanist]

[61below]

Filing this in my memory right next to this thread:

[pussyronin-deactivated20260120]

Truly animals are some of the most numerous creatures of earth

[flipchild]

Count em

[pussyronin-deactivated20260120]

Well first of all there's this guy

[tatzelwurming]

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[flipchild]

Nothing wrong with me

[saint-movedarchive]

did you guys ever read the geronimo stilton series

[adhdwerewolfgf]

mr sandman

man me a sand

[thesylverlining]

Make it the cutest man car door hook hand

[octobrushwizard]

what?

[adhdwerewolfgf]

you had to be there

[maxontrax]

Something draws you from your usual route, a pull from a part of you you never knew. It burns and so you follow.

You deviate from your path to discover a Hall in ruins, clearly once built to herald one of great power long since gone. The burning inside you grows, you must go inside. It is greed. You must pluck anything of value from within these once great walls.

As you rummage and find nothing, your rage builds. You were never greedy nor furious before, but you find yourself throwing rubble and scolding the world when nothing but dust and detritus is revealed to you.

And then you see it.

One window left in tact. Sourceless light shining through its stained panes. Entranced, you draw closer and begin to feel the flameless, white heat that pours through. Your vision dances and warps with the heat, anything in those impossible rays long since turned to ash. Your mind echoes a title long since forgotten by everyone above and below, a relic driven out of memory, an Old God slumbering until the time to rise rings true.

You're in the Hall of the Red King. And he calls to you.

[maxontrax]

[mrlovenstein]

Secret Panel HERE 🤔 tapas.io/episode/1952882

[catchymemes]

[onceuponatmi]

Holy SHIT.

THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO SIT THERE SHOULD BE THE ARTIST AND THEN IT SHOULD GO BE IN A MUSEUM.

Hand made crafts should be worshipped for the art they are.

[antique-scarecrow]

i respect this SOOOOO much more than any iron sword throne chair

[callmebliss]

This one involves way more stabbing

[maxontrax]

What's the difference between art and craft?

Misogyny.

[detectivehole]

i'm not actually mad i just like the comedic delivery of righteous but pointless anger

[animatedamerican]

[theroyalsavage]

[maxontrax]

Something draws you from your usual route, a pull from a part of you you never knew. It burns and so you follow.

You deviate from your path to discover a Hall in ruins, clearly once built to herald one of great power long since gone. The burning inside you grows, you must go inside. It is greed. You must pluck anything of value from within these once great walls.

As you rummage and find nothing, your rage builds. You were never greedy nor furious before, but you find yourself throwing rubble and scolding the world when nothing but dust and detritus is revealed to you.

And then you see it.

One window left in tact. Sourceless light shining through its stained panes. Entranced, you draw closer and begin to feel the flameless, white heat that pours through. Your vision dances and warps with the heat, anything in those impossible rays long since turned to ash. Your mind echoes a title long since forgotten by everyone above and below, a relic driven out of memory, an Old God slumbering until the time to rise rings true.

You're in the Hall of the Red King. And he calls to you.

[maxontrax]

I'm so desperate to play Heart: The City Beneath that I've designed and begun to embroider Gothic Cathedral windows inspired by some of the powerful entities. Specifically The Red King and The Drowned Queen.

The Red King embroidery was more successful than The Drowned Queen, but I can always continue trying!

I also wrote a short creative writing piece to accompany The Red King's window. But now it is 3am. Such is the way of hyperfixation.

[maxontrax]

I just got the notification that my blog turned 12 years old today and I wish to expire

[jaubaius]

Stoat on a trampoline

[friendly-neighborhood-patriarch]

unrestrained summer fun

[uncle-jingo]

I want to have as much fun as a stoat on a trampoline

[sillymedoingsillythings]

[maraune]

Jaysohn, PLEASE.

[only-tiktoks]

[knittings-and-things]

@monsterthalia ALL THE LEAVES ARE FROGS AND ALL THE FROGS ARE LEAVES

[morkaischosen]

to the tune of California Dreamin'

[annacaffeina]

Leaves and frogs. Must be fall!

[crowleyholmes]

when crowley does something and it comes back around to bite him in the ass does that make him an ouroboros send post

[fuckyeahgoodomens]