#max-ernest tercesverse

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this is max-ernest to me

[inmydr3amz]

"Charming habit" bitch ik what u are

[library-child]

This is such a heartwarming character moment for Clay. He makes the first step to reconcile with his brother while bonding with his new friends. He connects his past to his future and learns to trust others again.

[library-child]

Oh ❤️😭

"What about the bird in the other picture?" said Max-Ernest. "Maybe it's like the North-West South-East African Go Five Blocks and Turn Left Rainforest Parrot or something?" Yo-Yoji laughed. "That was kind of funny, dude." "Really?" Max-Ernest smiled, gratified.

and other underrated moments of friendship honestly

[spectrrz]

sorry guys i cant go out tonight there are middle grade book series characters in my head

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just remembered fifteen year old twink max-ernest

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if max-ernest is named after max ernst.......... is anthony named after the temptation of st anthony

[library-child]

So adorable!

excuse me! he ask for no pickles

~do not tag as ship~

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clay and max-ernest probably both canonically have brown eyes hurrah

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i think max-ernest has a deep deep hate for the now you see me movies because they "misrepresent stage magic" and "show tricks that are impossible in real life without cgi". but also i do think he has a soft spot for them because he wants to be the overcompetent genius asshole jesse eisenberg character despite being too nice to be an asshole and too much of a mess to be competent more than 50% of the time

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welcome back pseudonymous bosch

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if max-ernest really has to be white then lowkey i think that adam scott could totally pull off pb

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fictober prompt 1: “that was good work” | the secret series | T

read on ao3

Max-Ernest’s head hurts, and his knee is starting to feel sore from his brother’s weight at this point, but he can’t bring himself to mind. His brain is much more focused on watching PC scrunch his nose as he stares at the workbook in front of them.

“Now, what’s six plus seven?”

“Hmm….” PC chews at his pencil, and Max-Ernest moves to snatch it out of his hand because they treat those things with so many chemicals, it’s not safe for him to do that, what if he gets sick— “Sixteen?”

“We— we just went over this, kid,” he says, louder than he’d meant to. He blinks. He digs his nails into his palms and tries to remember that PC is not stupid, that he’s learning, that this is how children learn and unfortunately people are not born from the womb knowing addition or language or anything else, no matter how much he may forget that.

“Remember?” His breathing is shakier than he’d like it to be, but at least his voice is calmer now. “Show me your hands. So if you have six, and I give you seven…” PC holds up six fingers. Max-Ernest holds up seven. There’s still tiny red nail marks in his palms. His nails are too sharp now. He needs to cut them, but it feels like he never has the time for it these days. “How many do we have now?”

PC frowns an adorable little frown as he counts each finger individually. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve… thirteen?”

“Yes! That was good work, kid.” PC is beaming now. “And we’re done with that page! How ‘bout that?”

“How ‘bout that?” his brother parrots, giggling.

Max-Ernest takes the workbook and puts it back on the shelf, the plastic cover cool in his hands. He can’t help but feel, yet again, like he’s not doing something right. Like he can’t do this right, no matter how many mommy blogs and child psychology books he reads, because he is for some reason completely incapable of understanding his brother’s tiny little baby brain.

(He’d once asked both of his parents, separately, if they had any advice on raising children. They’d raised him, after all, they had to be at least better at… all of this than he was.

They’d both said the same thing. That it was better that they not involve themselves too heavily in his brother’s life, that anything they might propose would only harm him, that we made so many mistakes with you, we couldn’t bear to repeat them. He’d given up after that.)

Well, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that, right or not, capable or not, he was all that his brother had. PC needed him.

He’s gotten used to being needed, these days.

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rereading bad magic and bad luck and saying i am going to jump off a cliff out loud every time max-ernest is mentioned

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whenever i feel down i just think about max-ernest forcing baby clay to watch citizen kane

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fictober prompt 14: "did you stick to the plan?" | the secret series | T

read on ao3

Despite her best efforts, the fancy heels Cass was wearing clacked loudly against the marble as she ran through the halls of the Midnight Sun’s latest outpost on yet another undercover job. At this point, she was tempted to toss them aside and make the rest of the way out barefoot. The only reason she was still wearing them was to maintain at least a bit of her cover.

“Come on, come on, where are they?”

She paused, spotting a figure standing still in the dead center of the hallway, staring at the wall. Oh, please let that not be who she thinks that is.

“Excuse me?” she said, slipping into the British accent she was using as part of her disguise, just in case.

The figure turned his head and— oh god, it was.

“Cass?”

“Max-Ernest, what are you doing here.”

Max-Ernest at least had the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry, I was looking at the mural. I can’t tell whether it’s an authentic fresco or just a recreation, you know people say fresco to refer to any mural but it’s actually a specific technique—”

“I don’t care about the mural, Max-Ernest! Did you find the—”

“Yes, I found the dice. I gave them to Yoji already. I just got distracted.”

“Oh my god. Where is he anyway?”

Yoji chose that exact moment to burst in, three security guards hot on his heels.

“Well,” Max-Ernest said. “Speak of the devil.”

Cass told him, in no uncertain terms, to shut up and run. And so they did.

“What the hell did you do?” Cass shouted to Yoji as they ran.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Well, did you stick to the plan or not?”

“I did! I just ran into some guys right outside and I thought I’d have a chat with them and then they figured out I wasn’t actually a tech billionaire from the Netherlands and they sent these dudes after me.”

Cass groaned. “What part of in and out do you two not understand?”