Maxwell

I was a king, you know. About/Rules

[maxwellsdoor]

[I feel like I only really tell the bad news on here, so here is some good news: I got meds and a very good therapist!

I started off the year so mentally ill that i could barely get out of bed, I couldn’t eat, I was dehydrated and losing weight, I couldn’t sleep… and today I’ve finally started the process of cleaning my room! I’ve gotten so much better ❤️]

[maxwellsdoor]

Hi, are you still open for rp?

[yes I am!]

[dachshund-vibes]

overlord of the constant drops his slushie

[maxwellsdoor]

Welcome back, homeslice

[Thank you!!! ;;]

[maxwellsdoor]

[so I went in and redid my about/rules just for simplicity’s sake :o]

[maxwellsdoor]

[okay, I’ve decided that future roleplays will be tagged with the date (month and year) so I can keep track of active threads more easily]

[maxwellsdoor]

[me: I’m returning from hiatus

also me: *just never returns*]

[razormonk]

so, here’s where I’ve been

[maxwellsdoor]

[I know I have been inactive for a long time but just imagine for a second: modern au where all the survivors quarantine together]

[maxwellsdoor]

[hey guys, I’ve been gone a while. Is everyone doing alright?]

[maxwellsdoor]

@ocblooggh

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Almost everyone irritated Maxwell.

Willow was bratty. Wilson was a know-it-all. Wigfrid was too loud. Wolfgang smelled. Etcetera, etcetera. Everyone had done at least one thing to get on Maxwell’s thin, thin nerves.

Everyone, except for one woman.

She was amicable to Maxwell, the man who lost his cool at the drop of a hat. And Maxwell couldn’t really explain it, but she had a way about her that made him remain calm. Even when she assigned him chores. Even when she lectured him about not doing said chores. If anyone else tried to do that, Maxwell would snap. He would be defiant, and foul, and rude.

But for some reason, Maxwell was deferential to Ms. Wickerbottom. He would groan and protest when he was assigned chores, but he would never turn cruel. Just pouty, like a petulant child.

Eventually, the isolation got to Maxwell, and Maxwell realized that he was surrounded by people, but still alone. And Maxwell enjoyed his solitude, but the other survivors were the only other people Maxwell would ever see, likely for the rest of his life. And eventually, fighting off hounds and watching his shadows chop trees and shaving befall became too much the same for Maxwell. He missed an intellectual conversation. He missed a good game of chess. And truthfully, seeing the others intermingling and passing the time by talking and playing games made Maxwell aware of his own isolation.

So, that was what brought him to Ms. Wickerbottom’s base on that quiet autumn afternoon.

Maxwell cleared his throat loudly to get her attention.

[maxwellsdoor]

[hey guys! Just a little tip on how to make your blog a little bit more mobile friendly, should you desire to do so:

If you have a rules page, open up tumblr in a browser, and link it in your description with the html “href” tag:

Now it will appear in your description, and those of us who use mobile can access your rules page with more ease!

(Be warned, though, that you have to do it in the browser. It does not work if you use the href tag directly on the app):

Of course, I know there are those of you who choose not to link your rules in your description because of aesthetic reasons, and I completely support that. I just thought I’d make a little tutorial because this isn’t very straight-forward and it’s not as easy as just embedding a link like on the text editor.]

[maxwellsdoor]

“…Carrat racing. What will she think of next?”

[maxwellsdoor]

[hey guys! Sorry for being inactive; i was on vacation for a week and just returned yesterday and have not been feeling too great!]

[maxwellsdoor]

[im not sick anymore :D]

[maxwellsdoor]

[hey guys! Sorry for being inactive; i was on vacation for a week and just returned yesterday and have not been feeling too great!]

[maxwellsdoor]

“Some of the others told me to get into the holiday spirit, so today I am spending my day finding as many fruitcakes as I can so that I may shove them all into Higgsbury’s tent later on.”

[maxwellsdoor]

“If only The Constant offered more places to squirrel yourself away in during Winter’s Feast. All of this holiday spirit is giving me heartburn.”