#dbd max

[hakurines]

an art trade result with @celinamy3rz <33

[yourfavhatestulpas]

Max Thompson Jr, The Hillbilly from Dead By Daylight hates Tulpa "Systems"!

[daylight-asylum]

So who’s a stable patient? I’ve only seen Dr. Herman Carter and Mr. Macmillan over here, where are the other patients to be exact?

-Dwitght-

Can you follow me please? Lets go to the living where you can see and identify them, they have been very calm today.

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Puedes seguirme por favor? Vamos al living donde podrás verlos e identificarlos fácilmente, han estado muy callados hoy.

Here. Well, it's not like the patients are fully critical or stable, tho some of them tend to be more active than others… It's more like, “Whos stable this day” or even “Who is stable this shift”, they all fluctuate between both stages, tho some do more than others....

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Bueno, no es tan simple, no es como si los pacientes fueran completamente críticos o estables, aunque algunos tienden a ser más activos que otros… Es más como, “Quien está estable hoy” o hasta “Quien está estable este turno”, todos varían de estado, aunque unos varían más que otros... 

For example, the ones who tend to be more often aggressive and are dressed in the A.A Uniform are:

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Por ejemplo, los que tienden a ser agresivos y frecuentemente usan el uniforme AA son:

Herman Carter is one of them. He has strong delusions and anger problems, his schizophrenia makes him very volatile and at times hard to handle… Its so sad what happened to him… Could you believe he used to be the main doctor in this asylum? Ah, but that's a story for another day…

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Herman Carter es uno de ellos. Tiene delirios muy fuertes y problemas de ira, su esquizofrenia hace que sea muy volátil y difícil de manejar… Es tan triste lo que le ocurrió… Puedes creer que el antes era el doctor jefe del asilo? Ah, pero esa es una historia para otro día...

We also have Evan McMillan, he has Intermittent Explosive Disorder… He has been doing great progress, but he still is hard to manage when his anger gets out of control, that's what brought him here, once his father got old and ill, he was responsible of taking care of him… But I guess the responsibility was too much and he snapped and killed him in the middle of an argument… It's still a mystery to me why he is here and not a prison, but i'm glad, he is ill and needs help…

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También tenemos a Evan McMillan, él tiene el trastorno explosivo intermitente… Él ha hecho buen progreso, pero es difícil de manejarlo cuando su ira sale de control, eso es lo que lo trajo aquí, cuando su padre se volvió un hombre mayor y frágil, el era el responsable de cuidarlo… Pero supongo que la responsabilidad fue demasiado y un día se enfurece y lo mata en medio de un argumento… Es un misterio porque está aquí y no en una prisión, pero creo que es mejor, está enfermo y necesita ayuda....

Sally is hard to determine, i’d say she is often in both uniforms, sometimes she makes progress, but sometimes she backtracks a lot, her PTSD is quite strong, giving her paranoia and other hard hitting symptoms… Like Herman, she also worked here, it's a good thing the huge remodeling we made in this place, or else she wouldn't be able to recover…

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Sally es difícil de describir, yo diría que usa en igual medida ambos uniformes, a veces hace mucho progreso, pero otras veces retrocede mucho, su síndrome post traumatico es muy fuerte, le dan ataques de paranoia y otros síntomas difíciles… Como Herman, ella también solía trabajar aqui, que bueno que re-modelamos este lugar, de otra manera no creo que podría recuperarse aquí...

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On the more stable side, we have other two patients who tend to wear the N uniform, being the easiest to handle and care for even in strong emotional states:

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Los más estables son dos, ellos casi siempre usan el uniforme N, siendo los más fáciles de cuidar y manejar incluso cuando sus emociones se alteran:

Philip Ojomo is, so far, the only patient who is here because he wanted to. He admitted himself in after an accident occurring in his workplace… Cops came and everything but he was allowed to stay. He never talks about anything, so I don't know the details of what happened, maybe Nea does… Well, he has both schizotypal and depressive symptoms, he has great trouble communicating with others, specially with us, he prefers to be alone and frequently escapes the asylum to bring leaves and tree branches, lucky he always comes back... But other than that he behaves very well…

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Philip Ojomo es, hasta ahora, el único paciente que está aquí por voluntad propia. El vino a internarse después de un accidente en su trabajo… La policía vino y todo pero lo dejaron quedarse. El nunca habla mucho, asi que no conozco los detalles, pero quizás Nea si… Bueno, el tiene síntomas de depresión y el trastorno esquizotípico de personalidad, tiene muchas dificultades comunicándose con otras personas, especialmente nosotros, prefiere estar solo y frecuentemente escapa del asilo para traer hojas y ramas, por suerte siempre vuelve… Pero además de eso he porta muy bien.

And lastly we have Max Thompson Jr, his case is so sad… He was found alone in an abandoned farmhouse, apparently it was owned by his parents, but it was never known what happened to them. He showed big signs of neglect coming from his childhood, which is sad considering he is an adult now. He has the “Peter pan syndrome”, he talks about how his family never loved him, and how badly he wants a real childhood...

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Y bueno, tenemos por último a Max Thompson Jr, su caso es tan triste… Fue encontrado solo en una granja abandonada, parece que sus padres eran los dueños, pero nunca se supo que paso con ellos. Tenía muchos signos de sufrir negligencias en su infancia, lo cual es triste al ver que es un adulto y aún se le nota. El tiene el “Síndrome de Peter Pan”, siempre está hablando de cuánto su familia lo odiaba y sus deseos de tener una infancia de verdad…

[highdwightofmylife]

"I’ll be right behind you" number 10 with bby max please

THESE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ANGST PROMPTS BUT NOT ALL THE PROMPTS SEEM ANGSTY TO ME SO UH... HAVE SOMETHIN MILDLY CUTE???

Your fingers coiled around the warped flesh of his arm, palms damp. He was heated like a furnace, his skin searing with a warmth that grounded you. A warmth that made the chill of the woods seem just that little bit more tolerable.

"I'm right here," your lip trembled as you pressed your cheek to the back of the rough material of his jean vest, and you felt him rumble with a sigh. He faced the dark of the woods for you, blocking you from the looming trees and void that threatened you suck you in. There was a false security in your voice as you quietly spoke to him, reminding him that you were with him. "I'll be... Right behind you, okay? It's okay."

The arm that you were gripping gently slid back, rough fingers ever so carefully tugging at your side to pull you further into his shoulder blades. Fingers curved around your waist, thumb resting just above the hip bone as he held you against his back. Reassuring you. He groaned, his mouth unable to move to accomodate the words he wanted to say to you, but you appreciated the effort. You appreciated the gentle touch that wordlessly told you that he'd protect you to the best of his ability.

[ask-theoverseer-max]

“Ya’ll MF talking about Who is thiccer Oni or PH but you guys forgot they took away Max’s Moonshine! They made that man sober up and stop drinking and I think that deserves some recondition” ~A friend on Discord

[evan-macmillan-trapper]

Evan’s first time meeting the First Three.

(here’s the story I was working on for the last few days, hope you enjoy it)

Cricket sounds were common around the area the killers would be forced to stay when the trials would be done for the day. Some of the more simple styles would call it another backbreaking nine to five for the working class. Evan was born into money but learned how to be a worker quickly. He was raised to know the ins and outs of the business he would take over. Sadly, he even learned the harsh reality of running a business could do to a man. Evan put these thoughts to bed as he adds more wood to the campfire he created. He places the pot on the hanging metal rod and after some time to let the pot heat up does he tosses in the meat the Entity gives him as food. He is not sure what it is but all he does know is the Entity supplies it and forces him to eat it anytime he refuses. Probably to turn him into a full fledged carnivore. Evan suspects it to be cow or pig but it’s never a full animal, just the meat. The sizzle of the meat was loud and was not overshadowed by the crackling of the fire and the crickets that Evan never saw but would always hear. This place never got much brighter as a dense fog would surround the place. Evan spent time on learning the details of this place. He built a boat from the local trees to see if he could paddle away from the camp. He would never make it far until the fog became so dense it turned solid. To his surprise the tree he had cut down always came back so there was never to fear any shortage of wood. The Entity told him when more killers come and more lost souls are drained of their essence would this place be upgraded to something more comfortable. Had Evan grown to dislike this place he could always go back to his realm... but the memories of that place still haunt his dreams to this day. 

Within the fog Evan could hear distant footsteps, walking every so closer. “Guess it’s time for some fresh meat” Evan muttered to himself. Soon appearing from the fog came a tall man in a short cloak, Evan was surprised to see someone taller than him as he was the tallest he knew. Following the tall skinny man was another man but twisted and deformed. “Hmm birth defects..” Evan muttered once again “He looks confused as if he’s like a kid lost in the woods”. Evan noticed the hammer and chainsaw in both his hands. Dripping with fresh prints of blood. Lastly he saw a floating.. nurse?. Evan was unsure as her face was covered unlike the other two. Her soft wheezing was now audible and her clothing confirmed Evan suspicion of her being a nurse. One after another they all approached the large man by the fire. Each gripping their weapons in their hands, just in case. “.... You lot wanna keep staring at me or you want to get warm by the fire?”. His voice was gruff and almost at a rumble that his usual voice. They showed no signs of returning a response but did as he says and each picked a spot by the fire. The Tall man sits criss crossed on the dirt instead of the log right behind him. Evan found him oddly quiet, not just in voice but in his actions as if he’s always trying to remain hidden. The man with the twisted face falls back heavily into the log and lets out a low grumble that Evan took for a sigh of relief to be off his feet. The twisted man then instantly begins to look at his chainsaw and pick at it. Evan can tell a tinkerer when he sees one. The nurse floats down onto the wood log and soon her head breathing was subsiding. Evan guessed her power must take a lot out of her and when she’s not floating she’s able to breathe properly... or at least as much as she could through a pillow case. 

“So.. I guess you all are the next three to be added to these trials. Let me be the first to tell you all that this will be a baptism by fire. You all will learn as things go but I’d imagine you all know full well what is your ultimate goal each trial”. Evan spoke as if he was a foreman getting his worker prepped for the shift. Evan looked around at each one of them but it seems none of them want to speak. Evan sighs a little and begins to stir the meat around the pot before saying “So what are your names... both names. We’re gonna be here for a while so we’re going to have to get used to one another, might as well start now”. Evan looked around to see who would speak first. To his surprise the Tall skinny man was the first to speak. “Philip.. but my killer name is the Wraith”. Evan returned another question to him. Getting someone to keep talking would push the other two to follow suit “Ok Philip, what did you do before getting here?”. Philip went silent for a second before speaking “I.. worked at an auto shop.. but I threw my boss into the crusher and pulled out his spine and skull... it’s now made into this weapon”. Evan sat there for a second “ Well I guess he wasn’t the good type of person”. Evan hates how he sounds, but if he sounded mean, it would make the three distant from him. Having been trapped here all alone for so long, he wanted friends... he needed friends.

“What about you kid? What are you doing here?. Evan jesters to Maxwell to say his names and what brought him here, though the bloody chainsaw was a pretty good hint. “Max... Thompson Jr.. but I guess.. People like to call me The HillBilly. I don’t know why I’m here... but.. If it lets me kill others.. I guess this place is alright.” Evan can hear from how Max speaks that he was never properly trained on how to speak and was probably not involved in school much. Evan just gets this feeling from Max that his life was probably worse than the rests due to something he has no control over. 

Evans' gaze turns toward the smaller nurse who was silently floating above the wood log under her. “And you are-“. “Sally Mr. MacMillan, my name is Sally but I also go by The Nurse. My powers involve “blinking” or a form of teleportation in which causes me to catch up to survivors but does tire me out heavily. Should that answer all your questions?”. Sally seemed all too ready to cut Evan off and say what they were expecting her to say but not just all at once. “You already know my name?” Evan seemed more impressed she went ahead to learn about him before he knew about her. “Yes, as I will be the nurse of you three I thought it would be best for me to learn all I could as to who I will be taking care of”. Evan seemed to pick at what she says that she is simply untrusting of the three and wanted to know who she would be dealing with rather than thinking of a better way to treat them. “You didn’t say what your past was Sally''. “I killed people, that is what we are all here for right? To mane and murder these “survivors' ' to please a twisted god?”. The group fell silent at the mention of their new boss. A being that feeds off of the suffering of others until there is nothing left of them.

With the group introductions done, Evan returns to stirring the pot of meat and begins to add in other ingredients such as water, carrots, potatoes, some salt and pepper and a little bit of garlic. These things appeared whenever it was time for Evan to eat and it confused him why a god would need to keep giving food to them as they had no need for it while in the realms. This train of thought was interrupted by the sudden feeling of someone touching Evans' arm. Without even looking first Evan reels his arm back to his side, only to see Sally sitting there looking at him like he ruined what she was doing. “I’m looking at your arm, these metal pieces are a hazard to your health and I would recommend you get them removed”. “They haven’t done anything since The Boss shoves them into my body. It’s best to leave men alone”. Sally wouldn’t take no for an answer “Evan please these things could very well damage your body and if I’m responsible for your health then I will need to know how these hooks affect your muscles”. Evan continues to refuse “How can I trust you that you aren’t mad and enjoy hurting your patients in for some sick kick”. Sally sits there with what Evan suspected a rather upset look on her face. To Everyone's surprise, Sally reaches for the bottom of the pillow case and pulls it upward and off her head. Her hair was clean and well kept and her face was actually the most beautiful of the group. Evan stood there with a confused and somewhat impressed look. “Evan.. I need you to trust me that I will help you.. take off your mask, look me in the eyes so you can understand what I’m saying is true. Allow us to trust you as well as you to trust us”. Evan looks down toward the ground of the campfire. His mind was racing as he wasn’t sure of what to do. He has never taken his bone mask off since he was made into the killer known as the Trapper. Evan knew he felt better behind this mask as he felt it hid himself from him. His dark deals, his past.. his sins. He wanted his old self to go away but it seems he can’t run away from who he is. With one hand Evan grasps the top of his mask and lifts it off of his head. He felt the somewhat chilly air smother his now exposed face. He looked toward Max and Philip and their reactions were not that of horror or disgust but seemed somewhat happy to see his face. He turned toward Sally and she had a genuine smile come across her face. “It’s nice to finally meet the real you, Evan Macmillan”.

[faeshifter]

A Hidden Beauty

A pretty and intelligent young woman, driven by compassion. A young male, abused and misunderstood, turned into a ‘monster’ for something not under his control.

Beauty and the Beast ‘AU’ // Claudette Morel and Max Thompson

(sidenote: I don’t actually ship these two.. I think they’d be wonderful friends!! But I had the idea and I wanted to share it with anyone who cares.)

[daylight-asylum]

Do you allow patients to enjoy arts and crafts? I find most in therapy to enjoy a creative outlet. I'd be more than willing to come to your establishment to work with your patients.

-Dwight-

“There was a time we did but… now we rarely allow them such activities. Actually Philip might be the only one who gets the privilege of doing some crafts, tho he rarely asks for any tools for it, he prefers using his hands and the twigs and leaves he brings from his escapades… But other than that? We rarely do them, since  there has been too many accidents in the past. 

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“Hace tiempo lo hacíamos pero… ahora rara vez los dejamos tener ese tipo de actividades. En realidad, quizás Philip es el único que tiene el privilegio de hacer manualidades, aunque rara vez necesita alguna herramienta, ya que prefiere utilizar sus manos y las hojas y ramitas que trae de sus escapadas… Pero aparte de eso? Rara vez las hacemos, ya que han habido muchos accidentes en el pasado.

O-one time, we were allowing the patients to draw or write using some donated color pencils and other drawing materials…

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U-una vez, estábamos dejando a los pacientes dibujar y escribir con unos lápices y otros materiales donados…

 It was somewhat muffled? So I turn away from Max’s drawing to see Sally…

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 Cuando, de la nada, escucho este sonido como… un golpe en madera pero amortiguado? Así que quito mi atencion del dibujo de max para ver a sally…

S-s-she had p-p-pierced her hand with one of the pencils!!! And she didn't react at all! She had this blank expression as she stared at the pencil now impaling her hand, then she retracted it and tried again! Lucky one of my colleagues was able to stop her before she hurt herself some more… I wish I had done something, but I was so shocked! She didn't even fight when they took the pensil out of her hand, she calmly allowed herself to be guided to the infirmary… I was tasked with cleaning the blood…

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 E-e-ella se había perforado la mano con uno de los lápices!!! Y ni siquiera reaccionó! Tenía una expresión totalmente relajada mientras miraba el lápiz ahora atravesando su mano, luego lo saco solo para intentarlo de nuevo! Por suerte uno de mis compañeros pudo detenerla antes que se hiciera más daño… Me hubiera gustado hacer algo, pero estaba tan sorprendido! Ni siquiera detuvo a los enfermeros cuando le quitaron el lápiz de la mano y se la llevaron a la enfermería… A mí me tocó limpiar la sangre que dejó atrás…

Max only reacted by drawing sally with a hole in her hand… which was also creepy but easy to handle...” --

Max solo reacciono dibujando a sally con un hoyo en su mano… lo cual fue perturbador también pero más fácil de manejar...”