Maxwell: The Demigod of Stories

35 | He/Fae/Hound/Bone | Roleplay page (run by fictive) | 16+ Int only | self proclaimed Gary sue /j

[thedemigodofstories]

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It is a cold and dreary night, the rain seemed to be endless as thunder roared. You were looking for a place to get out of the rain and came across and old Victorian looking house.

You go up to the front door and knock- to see if anyone was home, the dark windows showed no sign of life from the porch. Just then, the door swung open from the wind. Almost beckoning you inside and away from the rain.

Stepping inside you are greeted by a dark hall, the door slamming shut behind you. As you walk further into the house, the lightning illuminates the hall for a few seconds.

And there, you see a man- standing in front of you at the end of the hall.

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Interaction rules & more

[Will be updated now and again]

do not interact if you are under 16 (18+ preffered)

do NOT flirt or try to romance Max unless I know you outside of tumblr or know you well enough (flirty anons will be denied)

This is a multifandom rp account so all are welcome to interact

Fanart (if that ever happens) is welcomed!

Fanfics however- please check in with me and the content of it before you make it

Refrain from sexual intent-

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About the Author

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Hello! My name is Max, and I’m bodily 22 years old- I’m mostly making this blog page to make friends and reconnect with my source as I’m an oc fictive

So I guess surprise! Me and the “character” im roleplaying as are one and the same! Feel free to interact and such while I basically tell a story about myself.

[beneathsilverstars]

KEEP LOOPING!!! 99% of timeloopers give up right before the loop where they fix everything and save everyone

[thedemigodofstories]

No sooner did you walk away and tuck the note safely in a drawer was there another knock. This time, when you opened the door, there was another note on your porch, and you could still hear an echo of wings flapping, fading away.

Picking up this new note, it was another drawing. Whoever was leaving these was by no means an artist, the shapes crude and unpracticed, but the lines were too neat and the handwriting too steady to be that of a child. It was a drawing of who was clearly supposed to be you, with purple hair and mismatched eyes, just a little stick figure-esque, and you were holding hands with…something. Someone? Whatever it was, it was green, and had wings and a tail. And again, at the bottom of the page, there was a series of X’s and O’s and the signature ‘~From Your Secret Admirer’.

*turning to answer the door and only finding another drawing and the distant sound of wing flaps, only made Max furrow his brow, examining the picture closely only brought more confusion. Man this person did seem to look a lot like him. But who was this other person?*

“Surely there must be a better way to send these to the person these are for- I’m not quite sure where these are coming from-“

*once again he took the drawing and closed the door behind him heading back over to his desk and setting it on top of the other one in side the drawer, proceeding to get back to what he was doing*

[thedemigodofstories]

There is a knock on your door. When you go to answer it — no one is there, but a piece of paper that was wedged in between the door and the wall comes free and floats to the ground. When you pick it up, all it seems to be is a doodle of a purple flower, a series of X’s and O’s, and a little signature that reads ‘~From Your Secret Admirer’.

*he seems to hold the picture looking quite confused, poking his head out the front door and glancing around for whoever left such a thing but to no avail.*

“Such a strange little thing, perhaps another offering? A bit strange that someone would offer it to me rather than whoever this must be for”

*he steps back inside and closes the door- his thumb tracing over the small signature before heading over to his desk and setting the note inside of the drawer neatly*

[thedemigodofstories]

@ the mun: Are there any specific fandoms you're looking to interact with? :0

Ah! Well, there are a few particular fandoms that while I’m not exactly looking for, they are fandoms I know pretty decently or are just interested in interacting with in general!

Markiplier egos (huuuuge Spin!)

JSE egos

Marvel (or just general superhero media)

The Magnus archives

Gravity falls

Doctor who

Supernatural

And anything similar to those genres would be great but there isn’t a full guarantee I will understand or get references or characters that do interact!

Again you don’t have to send asks from those fandoms in particular, you can always send asks from other oc ask blogs! (Fandom related or not!) buuut I will mostly be more responsive or quicker to respond to those said medias/fandoms!

[thedemigodofstories]

You seem to read a lot! What's your favorite genre? Any favorite books or series?

“I would have to say my favorite genre is either Murder mystery, or fantasy, although I do also enjoy a good superhero story”

*reaching into his coat again and pulling out a leather bound book and flipping through the worn pages, it’s hard to make out what is written but he seems to understand it just fine*

“Ah well I haven’t quite had the time to read anything new recently, but if you’re looking for something to read there are some old favorites of mine that stuck with me.”

*he seems to put away the book back into his coat and dig around for a moment, pulling out two separate books and holding them out*

“Claws by Mike and Rachel Grinti and Lone Wolf By Kathryn Lasky are two books that have stuck with me for a while, while they are more meant for a younger audience, and are probably a bit cheesy to read nowadays. They made me happy as a kid. And in my opinion, that’s what matters.”

[thedemigodofstories]

are you a fairy? /gq

“Now that is a very simple question with a somewhat complex answer”

*Max seemed to chuckle a bit as he fidgeted with what looked like a coin in his hand, flicking it in the air and catching it, only to flip it again.*

“I am technically half fae, I wasn’t always this way of course. But that’s a story that I don’t quite think I’ll be sharing those details just yet.”

*he flicked the coin again, his eyes watching as it spun in the air for a moment and caught it. Promptly sticking it back in his pocket with a smile*

“I believe I would be categorized as a Unseelie Court fairy, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been in the fae realm, at-least on purpose. The last time I was there I still had a girlfriend, but she was royalty too.”

*He seemed to pause for a moment, mulling over his own words*

“Y’know- I don’t quite know if that means I’m still royalty or not- either way! It’s not my problem and I don’t exactly plan on going back there any time soon”

[thedemigodofstories]

How are you doing today Max? Got any plans? :00

*Max blinks, tilting his head quizzically for a moment before shaking his head with a soft smile*

"Ah I am quite alright, It's been a rather dull day today- but that doesn't mean I can't change that!" *with a hum he pulls a book seemingly from the inside of his coat, flipping through the pages* "perhaps a day at the park? too cliché.. Hmm I could visit a city and see the sights, but I'm not really one for large crowds of people.." *He seems to stop on a page as his eyes light up- closing the book with one hand and stuffing it back in his coat* "I have the perfect idea, Sparring! its always been a favorite pass-time of mine. but who to spar with- most are too intimidated to spar with me.. say, Would you like to go a round with me? I'll go easy if it's your first time"

[thedemigodofstories]

Dark stands before you, grinning his stupid grin with his stupid fangs, and he bows to be more eye level with you. "What if I bite you, darling~ What are you going to do about it?"

@dark-infatuation

The man blinks in confusion- clearly taken aback by Dark’s words.

“Excuse me? I certainly beg your pardon- not even a hello?”

He reached into his coat and pulls out a newspaper and thwacks him on the head with it.

“Perhaps you should learn better manners sir, biting someone isn’t exactly a good hello”

He crossed his arms glaring up at the man that was looming over him

[dark-infatuation]

The offense that radiates from him is unmatched. Dark goes >:O and pouts, crossing his arms in turn. "I have plenty of manners. You're just very biteable, I've been told this."

[thedemigodofstories]

“Oh you do now? Well it certainly doesn’t seem like you have any manners-“

He furrows his brow and huffs a bit at being called ‘biteable’

“And who exactly told you I was “biteable?” That certainly isn’t something you’d describe someone as normally-“

[thedemigodofstories]

Dark stands before you, grinning his stupid grin with his stupid fangs, and he bows to be more eye level with you. "What if I bite you, darling~ What are you going to do about it?"

@dark-infatuation

The man blinks in confusion- clearly taken aback by Dark’s words.

“Excuse me? I certainly beg your pardon- not even a hello?”

He reached into his coat and pulls out a newspaper and thwacks him on the head with it.

“Perhaps you should learn better manners sir, biting someone isn’t exactly a good hello”

He crossed his arms glaring up at the man that was looming over him

[thedemigodofstories]

do dogs fly?

He seemed a bit confused by the question, but pondered it for a moment.

“I mean I assume if a dog had wings it could- I don’t think I’ve met or seen any dogs with wings personally, but I’m sure it’s possible.”

He then paused as if he thought of something interesting. He smiles a bit.

“Now that makes me think of a dog being an airplane pilot, just sitting in a little old plane flying through the sky. Now that’s adorable”

He chuckled to himself.

[thedemigodofstories]

m!a you now are a big cat

With a puff of purple smoke what was once a mysterious man was now a purple snow leopard staring at you in shock and confusion.

Art by @puppykong

[thedemigodofstories]

what is your connection to gravity falls?

He looks over to anon, twirling the point of the sword that he was leaning on around before he spoke.

“I used to live there, when I was much much younger. I don’t remember much from those days. Infact.. I don’t really remember my own mother and father..”

His brow furrowed at the thought of not remembering his own parents. Then he shook his head.

“My sister and I lived with our great aunt Samantha, who was a lovely woman. Courageous, confident, and the best aunt we ever had.”

he smiled fondly

“She was an explorer- and a researcher, she moved there years ago to study the “Bermuda triangle of weird” as she put it- she walked around with a cane since she got injured from a Scampfire, she had red hair, glasses, and honestly? I think she’s where I got my fashion sense from”

He chuckled and reached up with a hand- straightening the lapels on his coat a little.

“She had a sister who lived there as well, I think her name was Susan? I don’t remember much, but I think she ran a diner?”

“While I don’t remember much about that place anymore.. some days I wish I could go back and see them again.. but I doubt they’d recognize me now.. who knows how long it’s been.. I certainly don’t…”

He sighed a small bit, leaning on the sword

[serfuzzypushover]

Trying

[warplanerubdown]

[drtanner]

I love this video so much. This cat, trying so hard to sip like a people. Desperate to sip like a people. Objectively incapable of sipping like a people.

[thedemigodofstories]

The car tries to do a sip

[thedemigodofstories]

Who's your sister? What is your relationship like with her?

His expression turned into more of a somber one as he looked at you.

“Ah, I presumed the question would come up eventually..”

He let out a quiet sigh.

“Q, Q was her name.. of course she has a full name.. but she hated when people called her that. She, she was my older sister. She was cocky, and adventurous.. but always kind to me..”

“We were a duo of sorts.. I used to play the violin out in the woods when we were younger because I was afraid of a crowd. But she would always follow me and listen. And she liked to draw, but would always crumple up her drawing that wernt good enough.. and when she tossed them, I took them out of the trash and kept them. She was the artist, and I was the musician”

“We both had our own talents and gifts.. we weren’t exactly normal kids in the beginning anyways.. I mean- that’s what you get when you live in Gravity Falls..”

He chuckled fondly.

“She had a magical book, and I had a magical violin. She could bring things to life with her art, and I could control magic with the power of music.”

“We were amazing friends.. the best even..”

He paused.. a remorseful look on his face.

“That was until I was chosen.. after that.. she hated me, hated how I was the one that got all of the power and not her.”

“She was beyond infuriated that she wasn’t the perfect one. So… she grew jealous, and angry.. cursing my existence.”

“So.. she tried to kill me.. over and over again.. getting more and more violent with each attempt. I never fought back, never raised a hand at her, nor a sword.”

His voice was starting to crack a little, as if recalling it pained him.

“Until the day I did.. sealing her away somewhere far from me and those I care about, taking her book from her to keep her from hurting anyone..”

“I… I wish I never had to do that.. I wish she could understand it wasn’t my decision to be like this.. but I can’t just give this power to her..”

He let out a pained chuckle

“As much as I love my sister.. I can’t trust her with the power I have.. or trust her at all now..”

He grew quiet, a tear rolling down his scarred face.

“I wish.. she could forgive me..”

[thedemigodofstories]

what other powers do you have?

The man looks in your direction. Almost like he was looking at you through his blindfold.

“Well, with the powers that I have, I can have most anything I want.. so it’s hard to give an exact list of what I am capable of. But I can tell you what makes me capable of anything.”

He has a small smile on his face, he seemed to enjoy talking about himself, perhaps in an egocentric way, or maybe it was something else.

“I’d say my main power is what I like to refer as The Power of Narration; basically, anything I say or write with the intentions of making it come true- well.. comes true. I do have to follow some rules though.”

He chuckles a small bit. His laugh was a kind one, aged like an oak tree in a forest full of saplings.

“The only real drawback to that power is that I can only do it through speaking or writing.. so if I am unable to speak or write, It’s useless.”

“The next important one that I have is omniscience.. I am able to know anything and everything all at once. The only issue is that can give you one hell of a headache.. so I often only keep myself aware of things near around me or those I care about. It is also one of the reasons why I can “see” things even with a blindfold.. why I wear a blindfold is another story.”

“After that I also have what I call Danger-sense, or for those of you who are fans of Spider-Man, a spider-sense”

He had a cheeky smirk on his face from the reference.

“Basically I can know things before they happen. It kinda ties into my omniscience, but it’s definitely more literal on how it works.. whenever something is wrong, my left eye starts to bleed and hurt.. it’s definitely not a fun experience, but it’s certainly a good warning system.”

“There are definitely a handful of what could cause it.. if the timeline I am in isn’t going the way it should, or if I or someone I am watching over is in danger it starts to bleed.”

“The last power I have that is certainly one of the important ones.. is Immortality.. i cannot be killed or die by any means-“

he seemed he wanted to add on to that last part, but stopped himself. Shaking his head a little.

“And that’s about it.”



[thedemigodofstories]

why are you a demigod?

The man’s expression softened a little at the question.

“Ah, well- that is a fair question to ask I suppose. Considering I wasn’t always like this. I was human once, like you, and many others.. shy and scared..”

He shifted his posture a bit as he spoke, his hand fiddling with one of the buttons on his coat.

“Maybe it was just chance, maybe I was the ‘Chosen one’ or some form of fate fell upon me. But, one day, I believe when I was around 17- while I was out with my sister. I was- well.. I guess the simplest way of putting it would be kidnapped..”

He chuckled a bit at his own wording, as if he found his own tragedy amusing.

“I was taken, I don’t exactly remember where or why.. but- I was told that I would become the Perfect Villain… one who could destroy reality as we know it… one who could tear the universe apart in seconds if I so wished.”

He let out a small sigh looking at you seemingly through his blindfold.

“And I was given said powers.. becoming a demigod of stories.. able to control reality itself if I so desired..-

And in turn.. I was robbed of a childhood..”