as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.

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as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.
the maximum ride books are so fucking insane. james patterson wrote down literally whatever he wanted about a group of weird bird kids, threw in some wild plot about eugenics or global warming or nuclear winter or whatever, did not edit or proofread the manuscript, and then sent it to his publisher. he did this nine times. not once did anything in them make sense. and the books had a CHOKEHOLD on middle schoolers everywhere
Favorite mostly forgotten early 2000s (or older) book series?
Leven Thumps
Deltora Quest
Leviathan
Keys To the Kingdom
Maximum Ride
The Five Ancestors
Inkheart
Uglies
Gregor the Overlander
Cirque Du Freak
Circle of Magic
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okay what if: wings as a disability.
they’re big and clunky on a human body. they often knock things over. shirts don’t fit right. you have to add extra steps to your routine that other people don’t in order to take care of them. not to mention if anyone sees them they’ll think you’re a freak. or worship you. you’re not sure which is worse.
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i can't be the only one who still thinks about maximum ride
I can’t think about dabihawks too much or my brain will explode cuz its like custom tailor made for me as a former Maximum Ride tween and current Frankenstein freak.
You got the bird man. Not an angel. He’s a BIRD MAN. He’s owned by the government, he’s their guard dog. His wings, the thing he flies with, the symbols of freedom, are what keep him trapped. He’s been trained his whole life to fight. He’s never been himself.
You got the discount Frankenstein monster. He’s stitched together with rotting parts. He ran away from home after being rejected by his father. He kills people to get revenge on his father, his creator. He’s punk. He’s a pyromaniac. He just wants to be loved.
Hawks is air. Dabi is fire. Air can blow out a fire but it also fuels fire. If you trap fire in an air tight container it will suffocate, it’ll burn all the air up until it dies.
Hawks was born poor and sold off for money and into money. His whole life is controlled. Dabi was born rich and died and lives on the streets, on the run.
They’re both 22. They hate each other. They’re narrative foils.
And they’re both boys.
I had a Max Ride dream over the weekend out of nowhere. What if I drew my middle school blorbos, guys? What then?