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I love writing Maxwell @ Wigfrid bc it really is a situation of. Guy who is projecting so hard, see yourself in a mirror and hate it forever

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i should write maxwell in his King era more. I should write him being fucked up and evil for entertainment,,, perhaps. You should like this if you want shadow king maxwell in your inbox,,,,

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@miratenebrarum willow vc what youre saying is that if I call you a boomer youre going to turn into dust 🤔🤔🤔🤔

Why on Earth would he turn into dust because you're telling him to explode in some archaic way ? And why dust, if he exploded wouldn't it be more likely for him to turn into gore---

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One of my favourite things to write ab maxwell* is just. sprinkling in small reminders that he is old. His mind, now made mortal, struggles with the sheer depth of time he's been aware of. He was human, once, but... it's wrong to say that's what he is now. Now and then, especially in the ruins, there's reminders that he's been trapped here for a very, very long time.

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chat we might be so back

i need to catch up on the ruins lore additions to see if i can still cling onto my headcanons, eventually,

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i need to catch up on the ruins lore additions to see if i can still cling onto my headcanons, eventually,

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thought about maxlie. Felt things. You may see me on the news as consequence

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I need to talk about my thoughts on why Maxwell invited each of the original survivors to the constant. what if i have thoughts on it. what if there's a reason for it all.

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[ embrace ] sender hugs receiver tightly. [ hey jack carter jumpscare <3

parent & child relationship prompts.

the postern had acted up again according to wilson and a few others, but there hadn't been anything threatening immediately. abigail had been curious as the others had gone off to investigate, but not enough to tag along. she'd had other things to take care of. besides, the party had come back, nothing irregular, with more questions than answers.

it's dusk and she'd dismissed the lanky, familiar visage at first. for all she knew, maxwell could have been coming back from picking evil flowers. so, abigail paid no heed and continued weaving a little flower bracelet.

but then she heard footsteps approach her rapidly, and she had hardly a second to turn her head before she was scooped up into an embrace. she freezes, trying to process the action—she’s all for hugs, but maxwell? hug her? the ghost is sure he'd rather compliment wilson or apologize to wes first. man, he's squishing her really tight! what's going on? her uncle wouldn't do something like this.

unless...

abigail swallows thickly. no. there's no way. slowly, she wiggles and leans back in the man's grip enough to get a good look at him. it's him. she'd know him anywhere. the girl's eyes are wide as saucers, her visage blurring a little bit as her heart and head try to catch up to what she sees. her glow dims and her form becomes clearer…. becomes far more human. even for a ghost, her voice is audibly hoarse, and she sounds oh-so-small.

"...dad?" she whispers in disbelief. “is… i… how? is this real?”

the girl represses her yearning heart, mustering up all her courage in case this is some cruel joke. her sharp nails softly grace jack's arms and she tugs at his sleeves to make sure the tactile sensation of his presence is actually there.

“dad… d-dad…” her voice hitches. she can’t cry. she can’t be fooled by this stupid world again. “is it you? c-can you understand me?”

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carter family you will always be famous to me,,,,

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Oh thank heavens. He had standards, thank you.

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Chat where's the " all of the above " option on this thing---

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happy valentines day i finally have an excuse to post the stupidest thing i've ever made

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puts on my clown wig as i come back here

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currently mostly a WIP but peaks head into here moved to @shadowedmagic ( sideblog now ) !!

never mind we're back

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they can’t keep doing this to me

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     Jack Carter headcanons/"background" essentially that will likely be revivsed whenever I have time to remake this blog / do some better research dlksdsd cw for mentions of death and so forth

    He was a very shrewd child, took his education seriously in hopes of leaving England and the family buisness for more a prosperous life.

    Met and first dated his wife in university, he kept the relationship a “white lie” from his parents but confided in William, though his wife and his brother didn’t meet too often.

    Left england in his twenties with his now-wife. It’d been a hard decision, mostly for William’s sake, but they both agreed it was for the best, doing their best to stay in at least somewhat regular contact through letters.

    In America, he became a buisness man (have yet to decide which profession exactly,) but generally did well. Moved around a bit for his work, though eventually settled towards the west for a quieter and more neighborly enviroment

    He’s a good leader, though he struggled more with making closer friendships, more apt for buisness relations

    Less Jack headcanon and more for William, being that he visited America once before he moved there in order to meet the newborns Abigail and Wendy. He stayed with Jack during the period and got to know her better.

vJack’s a good dad! Did his best, at the very least. His own parents weren’t cruel, but they were cold. Jack did his best to be every bit of the father he wished he had and more for Abigail and Wendy. Though he didn’t understand all of the time, together with his wife they did the best they could to make their family happy.

    He geniuenly believed William died in a car crash for weeks and was greatly distraught about it before William’s letter arrived. Though the contents greatly alarmed him, he was still hopeful and overjoyed. Though concern continued to grow as time pased and William failed to visit.

    During the time of the train wreck and the events of “Maxwell’s Finale”, they had met a few time, though sparringly and never with great detail. Jack did his best to be happy for his brother for having achieved the recognition he’d always wanted, though privately worried.

    He was delighted by Charlie and thought her an exceptional person.

    After William “died”, for seemingly good, he grew even more protective of his daughters, though did his best to not be overbearing, pushing asides his grief for his remaining family’s sake.

    After Abigail and his wife’s death, things got even harder, though for Wendy he did his best. His remaining daughter’s growing interest with death worried him, and though he struggled himself to stay positive, he still tried. Eventually, as Wendy’s obsession grew, he took an indefinite break from his job and did his best to keep an eye on Wendy.

    When Wendy disappeared, Jack... did not do great. He returned to work a shell of the lively man he once was and distanced himself greatly from all acquaintances. He changes little in his now glaringly house, holding onto the last remains of their ghosts and does his best to continue as things were.

    Nevertheless, he preserves. To what end, he no longer knows. It all seems so damnably pointless, and yet still, he continues. Perhaps out of a sense of irony or duty.

for survivor Jack thoughts

    Defaults to Charlie having been the one who sought him out on the anniversary of William's (or rather, Maxwell's) "death", finding him in the graveyard where Jack had buried him. This can be subject to change!

    Thinks he's gone mad, really. Has incredible difficulty adjusting to life as a survivor, and feels grief each time he looks at his family. Maxwell pointedly avoids him, no matter how hard Jack tried to confront him. Wendy is more macabre than ever and he fears that her well-being might be irreversable. And Abigail...

    He's confused, terrified, grieving, angry, and joyful. Though does his best to concentrate on the latter. He tried to see the bright side of things, take comfort in the fact that his family is either alive, or that he had died and was now with them again, doing his best to adapt quickly and help where he can. Thankful of course to the other survivors for looking out for his children.

    He doesn't truly understand, or is willing to understand, that his daughters--or the other kids for that matter--are capable of looking out for themselves. He wants to protect them, regardless of how inexperienced he is in comparison. He's a father at heart, and the Constant is unable to stamp it out.