#maxwell clops

[oneeyedtwohornedwhitewilson-blog]

Dandelion is on an adventure!!! One filled with danger and glory! So long as she can still see mamaclops in the distance. 

Baby Dandelion is getting used to this cold snow stuff, but it is still chilly on her hooves. It is just something she will have to get used to, because as far as she can understand, that's just how the ground is! Cold and white and squishy. 

Anyway, she is walking through this squishy ground until she spots! A person!! He seems so much bigger than any person she has seen before! She has been getting bigger since she was born, but this guy was huge!

He also smelled familiar. He smelled safe, so she did not hesitate to scuttle over and stare up at him with interest. 

[marblemenaceandsidekickspot]

Nickname~maxwell-clops

As Send me ‘Nickname’ for my muses nickname for yours

"The 'alf-stander fluffin twig ‘ead."

-Spot coils around itself to mime having a scruff then smacks the ground once with its spikes-

[bigbadwulfgang-blog]

Burdens of Beast -- Closed RP w/ Maxwell-Clops

Max was not so easy to locate. His nomadic nature meant that Wulfgang actually had to ponder his destination before he departed. The process only took a moment and, of course, took no effort. But he was sure that the lonely little monster might appreciate the little extra touch of attention he was given. Goodness knows how he begged for anything resembling affection from Wolfgang.

When he finds the boy, he appears before him from the ground. He wells up from the earth as a black puddle first, thick and bubbling like an oil leak. His arms shoot up from the mass, and his hands grope the grass. He pulls himself up, head emerging with a gasp, eyes wide, sharp teeth exposed. It was all theatrics; he honestly had no trouble with this method of transport, but he wanted to see what sort of effect dramatics might have.

A minute or two later, he was out of his puddle, standing tall and proud. He bows for the hybrid, claps for himself. He spreads his arms wide, hoping to look inviting. "Max!" he calls, in a voice too high for Wolfgang, in a body that's too lithe. "It's been ages since I've seen you. Have you missed me, little man?"

[oneeyedtwohornedwhitewilson-blog]

Two of Max's wonderful bbys 

[oneeyedtwohornedwhitewilson-blog]

¥~maxwell-clops

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (not tasty!)Would they date them: yes | noFavorite thing about them: He's so good at stuff! He's big and strong and he's got fluff. He's got like the good parts of survivors and the good parts of deerclops!Least favorite thing about them: Sometimes he is too much a survivor oT 

[askthenightmonster]

sex dice ~maxwell-clops

Massage Stomach

"ssssssee… thisss isss what happensss when you eat that much… you’re not a captive…"

Max laid on his back, reclined against an ice hound. The hound puffed stinky cold breath into Max’s face, an act that wasn’t entirely helping given the look on Max’s face. Charlie had invited him for food, a feast of captive roasts and vegetable pies, of fried eggs and pig hind, of tea and berry wine. A midwinter feast of pilfered stores from captive’s larders.

"a greedy little Maxxx…" Charlie patted the hybrid’s head, rubbing around his horns. A paw/claw/hand reached down to rub his aching stomach, lightly massaging the bellyache away. Maybe she should introduce him to beefalo horns. 

[oneeyedtwohornedwhitewilson-blog]

"Mom, if you view Wolfgang as the best for making babies with, since he would make the strongest babies, why don't you like that I'm with him (sorta kinda)? Don't you want me to have strong babies?"~maxwell-clops

"Yes, but you want more than just babies! And I can see that he'll make you sad again. If you can convince me you just want babies, I'd give you the ok. To have ONE litter." 

[bigbadwulfgang-blog]

Max grimaced as he approached the pig village, trying to ignore the stares he was getting from the swine. Apparently Wolfgang was out of jail now... and the new year had come and gone. Let's just see how bad this was and if the knot in Max's stomach was validated, "Wolfgang?"~maxwell-clops

A guest! Oh, his first guest of the year. The first to see his resolution! Judging by the voice, it was Max. What better a person could appear on his doorstep? Surely Max would see just how much better he was now.

He stands up from his place by the fire, back straight, chest puffed. His hands were clenched tight, his face somewhere between impasse and confrontational. He would bleed confidence if it was the last thing he’d do.

He opens the door, gaze traveling up to look Max in his eyes. The corners of his lips turn up just slightly. “Max! Is good to see you.” His tone doesn’t denote annoyance, nor does it sound especially excited. Most notable, however, is the change in his speech. His voice is gruffer, lower. “You came for Wolfgang?”