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sharpfurry5917 · 4 months ago

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Here are ALL my MDP/Twiddlefinger headcanons that I've made starting in late July through September!

(I put them under the cut cuz there is A LOT of them)

- The MDP universe and Twiddlefinger are two different universes.

- In Twiddlefinger, when Max and Nugget met, they became close friends. Soon Max slowly started to grow extremely attached to Nugget, to the point it developed into an unhealthy obsession. That's when Max got something called "Obsession Corruption" or also called "Brainrot". It's a disease that forms when a person develops an intense obsession with someone else. Once it manifests, it can affect a persons eye, melting it, turning it to black goop, which can leave a scar around the eye, like what happened to Max. It can cause many other things, but that's just one example.

- Obsession Corruption can form from any kind of intense emotion for someone else. In Max's case, it's love. During Twiddlefinger, Max's goal is to get a single bite of Nugget in order to feel closer to him, to be one. And Nugget obviously wants to prevent that by trying to talk through to Max. He succeeds in the good ending, but ends up getting eaten in the bad ending.

- When someone has Obsession Corruption, they can only think about the person they're obsessed with. They also have a quicker heart rate.

- I like to think TrifleThumb is canon to the Twiddlefinger universe, so this is my interpretation: Jimmy never had a friend in his life until he met Tyler. They would spend time together all the time, playing games and other activities. Eventually, Jimmy became infected with Obsession Corruption as well, but instead of forming from romantic feelings like Max, it's platonic feelings. As Jimmy would get more and more infected, he would get more rough and violent when playing with Tyler, so much so that he unintentionally would hurt himself and his friend. This would get Jimmy in trouble and he would try to sneak out to play with Tyler once again.

- After Nugget successfully talks through to Max, he gets cured of the Obsession Corruption (Which normally isn't so easy to do, but Nugget's cowboy hat helped, and possibly their bond too) Once he's cured, Max's mind clears and he feels more like himself. His memories are a little cloudy, especially the distant ones, but he does remember chasing after Nugget and trying to eat him, which Max becomes very apologetic for.

- Once the Obsession Corruption leaves Max's body, it leaks into the MDP universe, becoming its own entity; Evil Max. Since EM is a manifestation of Twiddlefinger Max's Obsession Corruption, he still has the same feelings and goals when it comes to Nugget.

- When Evil Max enters the MDP universe, he already settled himself inside Max. Once this happens Max's right eye turns a light grey color, and that eye's pupil turns half red.

- The night that Evil Max became one with Max, he made Max have a nightmare. That nightmare being the 'Hide And Seek Run' short. EM can affect/control Max's dreams. But since EM is still weak, he wasn't able to control the dream completely, hence Nugget defeating him in the short.

- Max and Nugget were playing a video game, when Max lost and got angry, unintentionally breaking a small table in between them with just his fist alone. This is when Evil Max was first awakened. In the 'Who is Stronger Max VS Nugget Dancing' short is when Max actually uses Evil Max's form. At first, he needs to ask for help from the Like Button to summon the form. Eventually though, he gains the ability to summon it at will the more he uses it.

- After Max uses Evil Max for the first time, the fur around his right eye discolors, almost mimicking the scar that Twiddlefinger Max got due to the Obsession Corruption.

- Evil Max's right eye is basically a super eye. He can see far distances, and can notice tiny details. This is how he's able to do things like mazes and archery, with ease.

- Max cries black liquid in his right eye.

- After using Evil Max too many times, Max's right eye would start to hurt.

- Each time Max uses Evil Max, EM gets more stronger, until eventually, he's able to control Max himself. And when he's about to take control, Max feels an intense pain in his right eye.

- Since Evil Max gained more control over Max, he's more able to control his dreams too. This is also the only way for them to interact.

- Evil Max is still aware when Max is in control of the form, but when EM is the one in control, Max basically blacks out. He has no memory of what EM does in the form.

- Evil Max absolutely loves inconveniencing and messing with other people for his own entertainment, but he also does it to hurt Max.

- During the 'Sleep? Study? Eating? Clean up?' Short, Evil Max was the one in control. He has the ability to disguise himself as Max, but it doesn't work completely since there are still glitching effects.

- After Evil Max tried to eat Nugget, Max and Nugget's relationship became... Complicated. Max would feel responsible/guilty because he feels like if he had better control over EM, then the whole incident wouldn't had happened. Nugget would start to feel uncomfortable being around Max, not wanting to risk almost being eaten again. They both would avoid each other for these reasons, and if they do see one other, they would act incredibly awkward, and want to leave as soon as possible.

- Chicken Nuggets (the food) are illegal in the MDP universe. They're not being sold at restaurants or grocery stores, but they can still be bought from... Other places. That's how Evil Max got his hands on them.

- After the whole almost eating Nugget ordeal, Evil Max would continue buying and eating chicken nuggets, either because he's obsessed with them, likely due to the fact that he's a manifestation of Twiddlefinger Max's Obsession Corruption, or to just hurt Max, or both.

- Nugget would start to regret avoiding Max because he knows that it wasn't him that tried to eat him, he knows that Max would never do that. So Nugget buys a present for him to show that he doesn't blame him and he shouldn't blame himself either. While Nugget is trying to give the present to his friend, he doesn't notice Evil Max and once he does, he gets scared and runs off.

- In the 'Max VS Sister Hope' short, When Nugget (with his cowboy hat on) kicked Evil Max out of the way, it considerably weakened EM's control over Max. Hence why he wasn't seen for a while after that short.

- Nugget's cowboy hat is his power up, he can use it by asking for help from the Like Button. It can make him stronger, smarter, and braver. But most importantly, it can make him invulnerable towards Evil Max, and it can weaken him.

- After the 'Help Max Policemen search Visitors Part 2' short, Max and Nugget finally got to actually talk to each other about what happened. Max also talks about how he isn't going to use the Evil Max form for anything ever again, so he won't take control, and Nugget asks him to promise to continue doing that, which Max does.

- Unfortunately, in the 'Bad Day' short, Max becomes frustrated with not being able to open the door to his house, and without thinking, he uses EM's form to break through it. And he summons the form briefly again in part 3 in The End Of Twiddlefinger. That's all Evil Max needed to take control of Max again.

- In part 5 of The End Of Twiddlefinger, Max tried to use Evil Max's form for good, scaring away the Bad Nugget. But he ends up scaring Jimmy, who wasn't aware of what Max was trying to do.

~Miscellaneous Headcanons~

(I didn't know where to put these so I'm made another section)

- Each person can ask for help from the Like Button, but once they use it, they'll have to wait in order to ask for help again. This happens so nobody can keep on using and take advantage of the power of the Like Button.

- Max is 20, Hope is 16, and Jimmy is 11. (Hope and Max had a birthday, but unfortunately we don't know when Jimmy's is, so he's hasn't aged up yet)

- Hope is the only one among her siblings to actually like broccoli.

- Max is very, VERY scared of heights.

- Evil Max uses he/it pronouns

- Max is a night owl. He also gets really cranky when getting up early.

#max design pro #mdp #twiddlefinger #my headcanons #i had way too much fun trying to link the shorts together as if they were a coherent story

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thathusenfulhu · 5 years ago

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Milo Musings – a guide to iced milo in the city and suburb

(This article appeared on Lonumedhu.com sometime last year)

The Alchemist – Milo Dinosaur

You’ve probably heard of the Alchemist, the small café a stone’s throw from the beach in Hulhumale. Not a bad place to while away an afternoon, the streets aren’t too busy and there’s a pretty tree just by the entrance that bears flowers in MDP yellow and PPM pink. A portent of things to happen, perhaps.

Anyway, they call theirs the Milo Dinosaur and with good reason. It arrives in a jar on a saucer, topped off with chocolate ice cream crowned by a mound of milo. And that’s not all, the saucer is strewn with milo powder. Its visual impact is, as you can imagine, massive. You’re quite obviously contending with something primeval, gargantuan, the chocolate-malt beverage equivalent of a sauropod.

“This is exactly why Sodom went under,” says Ahmed. “You know? There was a fine line, and they crossed it. They couldn’t even see the line from where they were! This was the last straw.”

He contemplates the drink briefly, brow furrowed.

“At home, milo is about conservation,” he says. “But here, it’s about excess.”

“I wonder what palace of wisdom it leads to,” I mutter and take a sip. The milo is like a cold sea beneath the snow-capped iceberg of ice cream. It’s pleasant but, paradoxically, could use a bit more milo.

“Some guy just made a 12-kilo burger in Male,” says Ahmed who has an enviable knack for keeping on top of current events. “It was on the news.”

“That’s a phrase you don’t expect to hear,” I tell him. “12 kilo burger. 12 kilo masthuvaathakethi is much too common.”

I’ve reached the end of my drink. It’s good but I think the ice cream detracts from the overall flavour, it’s a tad too creamy.

“You know, if they were to go just a step further, the waiter would have to chuck a bucket of milo on you,” Ahmed adds. I’m inclined to agree. The bill arrives hefty as expected. 75 MVR for the milo. I leave thinking there’s a lesson in this somewhere, some golden nugget of wisdom that’s beyond my ability to glean.

Citron – Iced Milo

“What the hell happened here?” I ask Ahmed. “Why’s it so full today?”

“Pay day,” says Ahmed.

It’s late afternoon and this seaside restaurant is thick with people. I order our drinks and wait, enjoying the setting. Waves lap lazily at the seawall, the sloping sun lends the sea a golden sheen. In the distance a plane takes off, its dull roar now an inextricable part of Male’s East Coast environs.

“Citron’s a melting pot,” Ahmed begins. “Look around us. You get all sorts here.”

“What’s the draw, really?” I ask.

“It’s the sort of place that the middle class thinks the rich like. So, when they’re flush, they come here.”

“People with aspirations eh?”

“Yeah, you get the full spectrum.”

“The full spectrum.”

“Yeah, like those people over there. They’re obviously middle-aged businessmen in their Hameedia shirts and slacks.”

I look at them. One sits cross-legged, sipping from his tea.

“And the two guys at the next table,” says Ahmed.

I sneak a glance at them. They seem coarse. Cheap attire, cheap phones.

“That’s real subtle,” laughs Ahmed. “They’re working stiffs, probably delivery guys.”

He adjusts his sunnies. Another plane takes off.

“Look how that guy has his feet up on the chair,” he says inclining his head towards the next table. “And see the rich guy. He’s trying to drink his tea but that guy’s legs won’t let him. It’s like those legs are kicking him in the face.”

It’s true. The man wears an expression of extreme distaste, his eyes helplessly drawn to those offending limbs.

The milos arrive in tall glasses. I test mine. Smooth, cold. Lots of milo, not too much. Fair amount of sugar, though sometimes they can get a bit carried away here. Today, it’s a near perfect drink. Milo is simple at Citron, a back-to-basics thing. At 30 bucks a pop, this is the cheapest of the lot.

What’s surprising is that a restaurant like Citron serves milo this cheap, don’t they know what Shell Beans does with theirs? Perhaps these restaurants are like parallel universes. Things that occur within one have no bearing on the other.

Regardless, it’s the best value for money milo I’ve come across so far. We stand. I look around before going to the counter. The guy at the next table, the one with his feet up on the chair, is leaving with his friend. And the rich man, spared the boorishness of that rube, attends to his cup of tea in peace.

Kavarna – Iced Milo

Dusk is settling over Hulhumale. The surrounds are dim, the roads pretty much deserted. Kavarna, however, is busy. The tables outside are packed with diners. Or coffee-ers, enjoying a hot cuppa as the heat of the city wears off.

“Not sure about the type who comes here,” mentions Ahmed after we walk in and place our orders. “Not in familiar territory. Although, I feel these guys could get away without a proper cleaning job for quite a while.”

“Yeah, they did pretty well with the décor,” I say and we stroll back out and hang around for a table to be free.

At one table is a group of middle-aged Indian businessmen. Ahmed’s eye turns to them quickly.

“Hmm,” he remarks. “I wouldn’t have thought this their kind of place.”

“Their kind of place?” I laugh.

“Yeah, it’s too hip for them.”

“You might have a point.”

“Maybe a place like Seagull. Or even Sea House, that’s more their speed.”

The men stand up and vacate the table and we hurry to replace them lest the table feels lonely.

Soon, our drinks stand before us like a couple of chocolate soldiers, cold and still.

“The thing with Indian businessmen is that they’re mad about Dubai,” says Ahmed.

“I’m surprised. Why Dubai? Why not London or New York?”

“I’ve no idea,” he says scrunching up his face. “There was this guy at the airport once, an Indian guy, obviously quite successful going by his clothes. A Rolex, couple of golden chains. Real bling. Anyway, another Indian dude came up to him, he was slightly less successful-looking. And he asked the first guy where he was off to. And the guy said ‘Dubai, I live there’. And you could see the other guy’s face fall.”

“I wouldn’t have thought.”

“Yeah, that’s just horse manure,” says Ahmed grinning.

Shaking my head, I take a sip from my drink and it’s immediately clear that this is what I’ve been looking for. The deep, malty chocolate flavour is enhanced by crushed ice, which makes the drink thick and cool, but not at the expense of taste. I’ve made it, folks. This is milo heaven.

“Crushed ice,” says Ahmed wrinkling his face again. “I can’t stand it.”

“How dare you?” I reply. “That’s what makes it so good.”

“Eh,” says Ahmed. At times like this, I just want to punch his face in. His comment notwithstanding, let me assure you, dear reader, at 50MVR this is, with nary a doubt, the best of the bunch.

Honorable mention:

Shell Beans – Milo Monster

It’s actually pretty decent once you get them to hold the whipped cream. You’d have to part with 65MVR though.

#milo

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