#maximum-hamada

[hellowelcome2mars]

We can be religious gay lightning space princes together

YAY!!! GAY STUFF!!

[nerdgasrnz]

Hi sorry but would you mind trigger warning or something to tag hospital pictures sorry I just have a bad past with them so like please sorry

Sure (sorry)

[koinomegaluvr]

Rp

maximum-hamada

Sitting under the shade of the large oak tree, Wendell read his adventure book, lazily. The empty park was a good place for some form of peace and and quiet, and it was even better because the sun shone high in the blue sky. 

[cyberstevie]

Your body needs more food than that. Trust me, I'd know. Just eat something

i ate a little bit since i posted that tho. im so angry at my body

[96c413]

To tag maxchildofzeus maximum-hamada babybat-wings

From this

I have colored water paper but no colored water :/

[thebatmanequation]

LITERALLY SO MANY PEOPLE MAKE MAYA OUT TO BE THIS EVIL PERSON WHEN SHES JUST NOT

YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I FEEL FOR MAYA

MAYA PROTECTION SQUAD 2KFOREVER

[thismagiclantern]

*hugs*

*hugs u back*

[hugoxcabret-blog]

Max knelt beside Hugo, tears in his eyes at the sight of the beaten boy. "O deos... Hey, look at me, Hugo," he pay the other's cheek, desperately trying to get a response. He refused to look back down at the deep carving in the poor kid's arm. αίρέωμαι το αίμα (I choose blood). It was a warning. /Please let Hugo be okay,/ he prayed, silently, simultaneously vowing to get back at whoever did this, even if they were immortal. "Talk to me, kiddo. Say anything." -maxchildofzeus (I fixed it)

My character has been kidnapped because they are friends with yours. When found, they’re still alive, but with a three word message carved into their skin for yours. What does the message say and what does your muse do about it?maxchildofzeus

   Hugo was startled from restless sleeping when he heard footsteps as someone neared him. He tried to pretend he was asleep, in knowingly pointless hopes that he would be left alone. His captors didn’t bother him too much - at least, not as much as they could.   It really wasn’t that bad, he tried to tell himself. They fed him, probably more than he would have, had he not been with them (or so he had convinced himself). They didn’t hurt him so much, either. He tried NOT to think about that part, though.   But when he heard the familiar voice, his eyes opened. He was shivering, covered in a cold sweat; his attempt to feign sleep was pathetic, embarrassing, at best.    Instinctively, he drew his wounded arm to his chest. When it registered- when he recognized just who was in front of him, he stopped. Hoarse whispers and the murmur of his friend’s name left his lips in S-S-STUTTERS. Tears blurred his vision as he faced Max - finally face-to-face with the man responsible; the reason he was there.    “M-Max…?