Npmd Max - Tumblr Posts
Random ass thought I had awhile ago but it came back just now.
Y'all think Max would be a Hollywood Undead fan? Because I think he would honestly. Favorite song would be "Everywhere I go". Second favorite would be Undead
also this is the song if you wanna listen!! ^^
A little art drop of my Hatchetfield OC Kit :3
“And that’s exactly why you’re not waifu material”
“Richie, I’m giving you three exact seconds to bleach my ears and brain, before I’m shoving your anime figures up your ass”
“Thought you said you had stamina??”
“Shut it, Max.”
Uh-oh! Little kid Kit and Max?? I sure hope neither of them make bad decisions that will impact their future😄
“Stop punching my friends in the dick, Max”
A/N: little thing before I get back to work :3 not proofread
“You suck.”
“Wha-“
“No. Shut it, Qu-Qu. You suck.”
Kit frowned as she swept the floor of the kitchen classroom in Hatchetfield High. She was tired. Of the day, of the overstimulation of loud people, and of Max. Because Max was a dick first and foremost, even as a boyfriend. So, naturally, he’d smashed icing into Peter Spankoffski’s crotch, to which Kit had yelled at him for. And the teacher had not been amused with the two at all. So, they had to clean up the classroom. After school. On a Friday. For the next three weeks.
“Don’t fuckin’ call me that.” Max grumbled, wiping off the counters. He hated when Kit called him ‘Qu-Qu’, something that lead off of QB: Quarterback. She was a little bitch when she felt like it, but Kit and Max matched in that way. They were both little bitches when it came to it. “And I don’t suck. If you hadn’t yelled at me, you wouldn’t have been here. But I think it’s better this way.” He grinned maliciously.
Kit just gave him a deadpan look, her grip on the broom tightening as if she was contemplating chucking it at his head. It was tempting, but she decided against it. “Maybe if you’d stop touching the dicks of my friends…”
Max flushed a light red. “That’s not- you- don’t word it that way! God!”
“Not God, babe, just me.” She snickered, turning away. Kit was nearly done, just needed to swipe up the remains. This, too, was done fairly quickly. Max, however, seemed to take way longer. Kit wasn’t sure why, until she caught Max admiring her ass in the reflection of the window. “Max! Get to work, dickhead!”
“But baby!” Max grinned, sauntering towards Kit. He turned her to face away from him, pinning her at the counter. Max rested his chin on her shoulder, smirking like a devil. “How can I? You’re wearing those shorts and sweating… ‘s hot, pretty.”
Kit huffed, crossing her arms. “Don’t care. Get back to work. No fucking in the kitchen classroom.” Max put on a ridiculous pout, sticking out his bottom lip and giving her puppy eyes. But Kit wasn’t having it. “No. Nuh-uh. Not now.”
…
“You suck.”
“You swallow.”
“You don’t have a dick.”
“In your dreams I do.”
Wooooooo I love Nerdy Prudes Must Die so goddamn much and of course Richie is my favorite character because as I’ve said before I LOVE JON MATTESON so yeah :D
(I really love how the colors contrast on this one, I tried making them both very blue and red while not causing any eye strain so hopefully that translated)
Ummmm reblogging my own art because thats a thing people do sometimes I thinks :)
Wooooooo I love Nerdy Prudes Must Die so goddamn much and of course Richie is my favorite character because as I’ve said before I LOVE JON MATTESON so yeah :D
(I really love how the colors contrast on this one, I tried making them both very blue and red while not causing any eye strain so hopefully that translated)
i have been hearing this song all over the place so of course i have to get npmd involved
Standing in the yard, dressed like a kid
a younger richie & max stand together hand in hand, theres a bandaid on max's face that richie insisted he put on a small scratch. they're watching fireflies flit about, & they're so sure they'll be friends forever
The house is white and the lawn is dead
they're older now. max is scared, so he's mean. the house he lives in is white. his dad is mean. no, he's downright cruel. richie doesn't even want to look at him anymore. their friendship is dead.
The lawn is dead, the lawn is dead
they're dead. max misses richie even if he won't admit it. they're dead. richie misses the times from before. they miss each other. they're dead.
(song is half return by adrianne lenker)
Had to get this OUT of my system before I exploded
They would either be besties or absolutely hate eachother, no in-between
Anyway back to your regularly scheduled program