#Maxwell Holt oc

[devil-doll13]

Maxwell “Max” Holt SFW Alphabet

Tw: Slight Angst in Backstory mentions

Note: This was actually really fun and good for character building! I might do it for some other of my OCs at some point. Also, feel free to ship yourself and/or any of your OCs with Max, It’s always cute.

This can be read platonically or romantically in most cases.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Max is a pretty affectionate guy! Physically and emotionally, though he does still listen and watch to see how receptive you are to that. He’s considerate like that. He’s like a big ol’ golden retriever he just wants attention! Plus he deserves it, the guy has been through a lot. Give him some love.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Omg Max is the greatest to have as a best friend.

I wholeheartedly believe he is a wholesome friend. He encourages you, supports you doing the things you love, and always makes sure nobody messes with you. You two probably have a lot of running inside jokes that confuse the hell out of everyone else too. He’ll just be laughing at something you said in the shop and Leo’s just like ??? Also if you’re a nerd like him be prepared to geek out together oml. You both have movie and game nights where you just sit and eat popcorn.

You also have the privilege of being one of the two (three if you count Max himself) people who knows about his Lycanthropy, so be proud.

C = Cuddle (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Fr cuddle with this boy he’s so warm, like he just radiates heat it’s so lovely. Max is always affectionate too. He’ll sort of wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest, you can also sit in his lap if you want. He might fidget a little though, unless you’re watching a movie he’s really enraptured by.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

When he was younger Max was used to living off of pot noodles and pizza. If the need to cook for himself arised he’d just microwave something. Now he’s sort of had to learn to make other stuff and he can cook well enough now and he’s proud of it. He makes a really good eggs and bacon! But french toast is his specialty, it tastes ridiculously good. Seriously ask this man for his french toast if you’re ever in the position to you won’t regret it.

As for his living space, he keeps it clean enough for the most part though it is a bit disorganised. He’s conscious of anything smelling, especially now, so he keeps on top of things on that front. It sort of has a nice character to it when it’s a bit chaotic right? Lol.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Max honestly doesn’t really want to do it at all, even if there’s big issues in the relationship he wants to ignore it because he has a hard time truly letting go and confronting the problem. It might be a long time before you really ‘break-up’ unless you can make the first move in that regard.

F = Fiancé(e) (how do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He can do casual stuff but by now in his life he prefers committed relationships rather than flings honestly. If you get to know him to the point he feels like he can share all his secrets with you, the Lycanthrophy and murder stuff? He’ll definitely want to marry you at some point.

If you do have a wedding I imagine it would be outdoors honestly. Like very casual, with just your friends and family and Max’s friends in Downings attending. Actually kinda sappy with the vows and the first dance, if he has his way the song will absolutely be Black Sabbath - Sabbra Cadabra so be warned lol.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Max can get excitable and he did use to be a bit rowdy with his brothers/friends when he was younger too. It’s not rough so much as is him being energetic, if you’re ok with it he’s probably lifting you up all the time lol. He’s receptive to what you prefer though and he’ll try to be a bit gentler in that case. He’s also become more careful emotionally as he got a bit older, although sometimes he can be a little oblivious/dense at times.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Max loves hugs! He has different kinds of hugs depending on the type of relationship/vibe going on. Like there’s the side hug where he pats you on the back affectionately, there’s the excited hug after you both find out something great, then there’s the big bear hug where he lifts you right off your feet bc of that Lycan strength.

He gives nice comforting hugs if you have a bad day and/or need to cry it out or something. He’s really warm too.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

Kinda fast, maybe a little too fast if the crush hits him really quick. It’s genuine though! Especially if you’ve been good enough to accept his secrets, he feels like a lucky man that way. Even in a platonic sense, I can totally see him going ‘I love you man/buddy’ or something like that.

He’ll say it casually, even just as a greeting and goodbye, but it still means a lot to him. Telling him you love him while looking into his eyes is always a good way to make him blush and grin.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)

Max isn’t a super jealous guy tbh, he trusts you if he’s in a relationship with you. Platonic is easy unless you are intentionally leaving him out or something.

He recognises when someone is just being friendly and when they are being flirty. He doesn’t appreciate anyone flirting with you if you’re in a relationship, so he’ll make it known you’re taken if you don’t. He’ll feel real proud and happy inside if you do that first, though.

Please don’t cheat on this boy, he’s been through enough, and he would literally never do that to you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Max loves kisses! Both giving and receiving them. They really make him grin this goofy little grin. He’s definitely the person to smile into a kiss. Catch this man giving you little cheek kisses throughout the day and telling you you look good/smell nice.

He thinks it’s a bit funny if you’re so short you can’t reach without him bending down, but he’ll oblige for you every time because he’s nice like that lol.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children)

Really well! He’s still got a bit of big kid energy in himself so it’s easy for him to get along with most kids. He’s always the one giving piggyback rides and playing along with the tea parties. He honestly has no shame and yes he will wear the party hat it’s an honour?? His experience in playing d&d low-key comes in handy when entertaining kids with stories and such.

I could see him liking kids of his own, but he might have doubts due to his Lycanthropy. That sort of throws a wrench into the mix.

M = Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

Usually on week days he has to get up and go to work so for the most part he’s busying about getting ready. Making breakfast, getting dressed, brushing his teeth, all that kinda stuff. Sometimes you’ll wake up to the smell of sizzling bacon, or he’ll leave a little note to let you know he’s gone in to work (with a smiley face and/or heart) and he’ll be back later. Of course, if you have work/college he’ll make sure you wake up lol.

On weekends it’s a coin toss. Sometimes he likes to sleep in and be a bit lazy, so he’ll chill with you in bed. Other times you can be hanging out or going somewhere fun and interesting. He sometimes likes going out for a morning drive too.

He can get up early for work and stuff, but he’s most active in the afternoons and evenings.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Assuming he’s gone home to unwind for the night, Max will probably stick one of his favourite records on as he tucks into his dinner. He might get a bit of writing done too now that he has spare time! There’s a lot to get done for him lol and he often can’t decide what to do with his stories in the end.

On other occasions he’ll sit back with a beer and watch a movie or TV show he’s been enjoying recently. He totally gets obsessed with it and then goes online to write a fic about it 😌

(Also he’s totally the guy that won’t shut up the entire time omg, like if you’re with him put subtitles on lol he just can’t stop commenting on everything and analysing little details. Either join in or suffer)

Max also loves to go outside and watch the stars! He totally tries to impress you by telling you everything he knows about them. He’ll take you out on a ride on his motorcycle and you can make a little night out of it. This is probably the time you’re most likely to see him open up to you too.

O = Open (When do they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Regarding stuff like his interests, his general thoughts and feelings on things he’s a pretty open book honestly. You could be coming in to get your car fixed and you’ll come away knowing his favourite Lego set or something lol. It’s more the stuff to do with his life before Downings that’s harder to talk about. He might not tell you the exact reason why right away, but he’ll be open about the fact he wasn’t in the best place.

The big elephant in the room is obviously the Lycanthropy. No one in Downings knows, only Jack is his confidant in that regard. However, once you get sufficiently close to him and he trusts you enough, he’ll tell you. He’ll be nervous and sweating the entire time. It’s honestly partly him confronting his trauma, because the last time good friends of his found out… It didn’t end very well.

The killing is also something that would be… A difficult thing to approach. But if he does end up telling you, and you accept it? He’ll thank his lucky stars he has you. It’ll honestly be good for him if he can talk to someone about it other than Jack tbh, who isn’t always the easiest person to talk to.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they)

Honestly Max is usually laid-back and live-and-let-live, but there are definitely some things (and people) that piss him off beyond belief. He tries to contain it until he can get it out using healthier means, mostly for other poeple’s sakes. He can be surprisingly scary when he’s angry.

(Of course, if he thinks someone is sufficiently deserving he may well end up killing them too…)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers big stuff, though he might forget little things. Remind him now and again, he doesn’t do it intentionally lol.

He’s the kind to remember the weirdest stuff you told him though, like that time you threw up in kindergarten? He remembers every detail that you told him down to the colour of your shirt you were wearing. It’s odd things like that that stick in his head the most.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in their relationship?)

The first time you played D&D together. It was your mutual friend Leo’s first time dming so you got to play with him and the twins, Joan and Jessie. Regardless of whether you’ve played the game before or are just learning now, you had a blast despite all the bumps along the way. Max has a way of making it all fun because of how he drives everything forward, even with Leo being kind of nervous in the DM role. His roleplaying is immaculate, it's actually quite impressive.

(Also if you are in a romantic relationship your characters were totally also dating in the game)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Max is pretty protective, this loyal boy will always stand in front of danger for you too. He knows he’s stronger than the average person because he’s a Lycan so he’s of the impression that it’s better him than you get hurt if that’s the case.

(He might eat someone who hurt you later too)

If you get protective over Max it really touches his heart. But he begs you to please don’t put yourself in harm’s way for his sake! He’d have a heart attack owndldjd omg he’d be so worried for you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks)

Dates with Max are usually laid back and fun! He loves exciting stuff like going to the cinema, going to concerts, going to amusement parks (he gets memories from when he was a kid, which is slightly bittersweet), maybe even conventions if you’re a little nerdy like him! But also casual stuff like lounging at home enjoying eachother’s company. His idea of a romantic getaway is going out stargazing too.

(Also going to a planetarium?? Yes)

He’s actually pretty big on anniversaries and birthdays and will keep his eyes peeled around those times to find out anything that’s on your wish list… He also tries to be romantic in his own funny way, but don’t expect him to be very good at wining and dining in a suit and all lol. He’s more comfortable sitting back at home with you watching a film you both love and eating pizza.

Be assured if you have any mechanical issues, with your car or with anything else, he will fix it for you. You don’t even have to ask, he’s got it done. He’s pretty strong too, partially from the Werewolf genes. If you need any heavy lifting done he’s your man.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Putting aside the occasional murder and dog smell.

He has the habit of ignoring his problems in hopes they’ll just go away on their own, and it usually comes back to bite him in the ass later.

This also means that if you end up having a fight he really just wants to stop fighting and make up again, because he hates arguing with you. Even if you’re completely at fault, he’d rather just appease you and go back to getting along again. This could become a problem if it causes issues further down the road…

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Max is sort of in the middle. He likes to be fashionably unkempt lol, his whole aesthetic is definitely intentional. He takes pride in his hair too, he always has. It’s curly and soft, you should totally feel it sometime. He loves having his hair pet so it’s a win win.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Max has at this point in his life lost basically lost his entire past life and all of his family and previous friends… It’s a question of whether or not he can lose his friends again. I think once he really gets attached, without you he’ll end up being very depressed. It’s almost retraumatising.

X = Xtra: (A random headcanon for them)

He started writing fanfic when he was like 13, but he didn’t publish anything online until he was 15-16 or so. It was kind of almost a secret because his brothers were less into that stuff than he was. It was mostly Star Wars fics (Luke Skywalker is low-key his self insert shhh) and he actually gained a small following.

He… Went on hiatus, but he’s started to write again now. He loves reading fics too, has definitely gotten emotionally attached to certain series’ as well lol.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Overly controlling behaviour, being negatively critical of people’s quirks/his nerdy interests, manipulation, disloyalty and cheating.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

This bitch fuckin snores up a storm I stg

Yeah he tosses and turns a bit in the night, not to an extreme degree but I will warn you you might have an overgrown puppy laying on you when you wake up. Also his arms are like a vice grip so if he’s holding you good luck getting to the bathroom…

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[the-pinstriped-hood]

Sirius Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Izzy’s side

She didnt know how long she had been staring at the sky for. Every star took her breath away, every single time. Knowing her mother was up there looking down on her and smiling. A glimmer in the sky to the northeast made a crystalline tear slide down her cheek and become solid, disappearing into the leaves on the forest floor. “Hi Mum. I miss you too.” 

As Izzy continued to stare as a sharp lupine howl, louder than any she’s ever heard broke her trance-like state and caused her head to whip around in that direction. That was close by. Very close  by. 

Izzy took a deep breath and slowly began floating towards the sound of the noise. Getting closer and closer. She found cover behind a large decrepit structure and watched from the shadows as a large furry creature was hunched over against a tree. Having been sliced from looked like a fight with a bear. 

The beast panted, clearly in shock but also to conserve blood. It was injured pretty badly. The Starkid’s heart ached seeing a creature in pain, even one as terrifying as this. She had no medical supplies to think of and she couldnt just leave it to die. 

She had to do something. unfortunately the beast spotted the glowing woman and gave a warning growl. 

“Easy boy.” Izzy spoke calmly. “I’m gonna find you some water. Okay? I promise I'm not going to hurt you.” 

She slipped inside the structure looking for anything that could hold water and perhaps a rag or something. 

She found an old shirt hanging off a railing and a weird glass bowl and quickly floated back to the lake to gather water. The beast was still there when she returned. 

Another warning growl. “Easy, You’re hurt pretty bad. Please just let me help you…” 

The beast swatted at her and took off, deeper into the woods. 

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[goldrose-star]

ok

write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book

idk who's OCs you know so uhhhhh

Max, Odile, Griffin 😂

or the Sinclairs

or Cylas, Cathryn, and Candy lmao

Again with the book hitting?? Welp 😭😂😂

(Just ask about the OC's and I can see if I know them 😊)

You know what?? Exactly in this order 😂

Write a book with Max, because yk 👀 guy writes fanfics and I think he'd have great ideas 💖👀

Read a book to Odile because I love her very much and she deserves some comfort 🫶

Griff baby, I love your crazy ass but I'd hit him with a book, because he sometimes just gets to cocky and you have to take him down a notch 👀

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About the Sinclair guys:

Write a book with Vinny, we would probably write about something art related I think? I dunno but I think that would be cool! 😊

Read a book to Lester. Some comfort for this man! 👀

Would anyone be surprised that I want to hit Beauregard "Bo" Sinclair with a book? Yes? No? Well, anyway. Same reason as with Griffin. Love this guy but he definitely needs a vibe (book) check every once in a while 😂

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Cy, this is kind of hard??

I would definitely read a book to Candy, because baby 💖

Write a book with Cylas, because this girl is lit!! Cool gal👌👌

Would I risk hitting Miss Vampire Lady Cathryn with a book tho?? Hell no!! ☠️

[bluecoolr]

I can’t believe I haven’t thought about Max meeting Darrell yet. Just two dudes meeting on their motorcycles. He would challenge Darrell to a race probably.

Omg Jas!!! 👀💕

Max and Darrell meeting randomly on an empty highway, perhaps one of them's got a broken down motorcycle and the other pulls over to lend a hand and some tools...

And yes, Darrell would take him up on a race. Lots of opportunity for him to do wheelies 😆

[fiercerebekah]

The year is 3100, the peak of deep space exploration. For 200 years the Genesis VII Project has been running strong, with heavy funding from the government. Every year a lucky few citizens of Earth have the chance to sign up for a free journey to a new planet, where they will get a house, property, and all expenses paid for once they land at their new home. In exchange, all participants agree to marry a stranger and have a child within the first 3 years.

This group of space pioneers have been frozen for 150 years and will be some of the first citizens of CLOVIS.

Rules:

Members should track: gv. sisterwives ft. baby daddies  

No repeat face claims unless applying as twins.

Must be 18+ (mun and muse).

Tumblr and Discord.

A random generator will be used to pair couples. We will start with 10 couples.

This is an ALL HUMAN verse open to all fandoms and ocs.

This verse relies on activity so please only apply if you can be somewhat active.

To apply send one of verse runners @fiercerebekah​ or @diablesetanges​ the following info: (1) character name (2) character age (3) faceclaim.

Once accepted feel free to post a bio in the tag, but it is not necessary. We will send around a character questionnaire in a separate post.

LADIES:

Rebekah Mikaelson (fc: Claire Holt)┊ @fiercerebekah

Davina Claire (fc: Danielle Campbell)┊ @fallenregent

Lexi Branson (fc: Arielle Kebbel) ┊ @denofvoices

Aurora de Martel (fc: Rebecca Breeds)┊ @ladamedemartel

Faye Chamberlain (fc: Phoebe Tonkin)┊ @diablesetanges

Betty Cooper (fc: Lili Reinhart)┊ @pinkxperfectionisms

Elana Amin (fc: Deepika Padukone)┊ @softlyrcse​

Alice Quinn (fc: Olivia Taylor Dudley)┊ @predictableisnotbad

Luna Libidine (fc: Melissa Barrera)┊ @cupcakemonwrites

Erica Reyes (fc: Gage Golightly) ┊ @queencfelves

GENTS:

Jeremy Gilbert (fc: Steven R. McQueen)┊ @hauntedgilbert

Adom Almasi (fc: Rami Malek)┊ @instinctualintuition

Elijah Mikaelson (fc: Daniel Gillies)┊ @clairehearted

Lucien Castle (fc: Andrew Lees)┊ @diablesetanges

Nate Hanson (fc: Ben Barnes) ┊ @biteytm

Jack Harkness (fc: john barrowman)┊ @harknesstm

Damen Hera (fc: Ryan Hawley)┊ @viirid

Stefan Salvatore (fc: Paul Wesley)┊ @brokenbrxther

Maxwell "Max" Legend (fc: Tom Hardy)┊ @cupcakemonwrites

James "Bucky" Barnes (fc: Sebastian Stan)┊ @punkwithametalarm

[devil-doll13]

I made a new Oc! I hope you all like him. He’s been sitting in my drafts for a while so I wanted to get his profile out. It’s still pretty rough and subject to change though. Anyway I present:

Maxwell “Max” Holt 🐺

Name: Maxwell Holt

Meaning: ‘Mack’s Stream’

Alias(es): Max, The Wolfman

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 24

D.O.B: December 13th

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Current Residence: A small but cozy bungalow. He lives in Downings, a small (fictional) town in Montana.

Occupation: Mechanic, maybe future Author?

Appearance Description: He is a young man who has fair skin, sky blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair down to his shoulders, with usually a bit of fuzz on his chin. he looks like a young James Hetfield

Style: Band/Fantasy/Sci-Fi Shirts, Tank Tops, Jeans, Denim/Leather Jackets, High Top Sneakers/Boots, The Occasional Flannel, basically like if he time travelled from the 80s lol

Height: 6,0ft

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Blonde

Notable Features: Wears glasses for reading. Quite a bit of body hair on his arms/legs/chest etc. He has a few ear piercings: mostly thin metal rings hanging from his earlobe. Jiggles his leg constantly. The cologne he wears unfortunately can’t really hide the smell of dog…

Personality: Friendly and enthusiastic, (although maybe not as much as he was when he was younger, before everything happened.) Kind and very loyal, manages to be quite intelligent with certain things and a himbo at the same time. Like he is sort of oblivious at times yknwim? Also a nerdy guy, likes to read a lot which surprises a lot of people, even more when they find out he’s a pretty good writer too! He’s passionate about stuff he likes. Sorta goofy too, likes to joke around and have fun! Stands somewhere between introvert and extrovert. He secretly has a darker side to him, though he speaks about it to no one, even those he trusts with knowledge of his lycanthropy. He’d rather ignore its existence altogether. His worst habit is definitely ignoring all his problems until they hopefully ‘go away.’

Likes: Dogs/Wolves, Bears, Motorcycles, Plaid, Denim, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, D&D, The Stars, The Sunset, Vinyls, Crowdsurfing, Rivers, Bacon, 80s/Retro Vibes

Dislikes: Animal Print (he thinks it looks a bit tacky), Broccoli, Silver, Formal Clothes, Littering, Spiders, The Full Moon/His Forced Transformations

Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Playing Videogames, Playing Drums, Tinkering/Fixing Cars & Motorcycles

Rough Backstory

Tw: Death, Angst, sorta toxic friends/betrayal?

Max was born on a chilly December morning in Detroit, Michigan. He was the youngest of 3 brothers, and their working class status meant he tended to receive hand-me-downs a lot and depended a lot on his brother’s interests. His mother was a nurse and his father was a construction worker.

When Max was very young, his father got into a car accident and passed away from his injuries in the hospital. He was too young to remember much about his father at the time, but he did know his mother worked to the bone to provide for him and his brothers.

While he was an excitable kid, he was always the quietest of his brothers. He loved reading, generally fantasy and sci-fi books and always had the idea of writing his own stuff even from a young age. It didn’t take long for him to get involved in fandom in his teenage years, and he wrote for some time in online spaces. He also befriended some kids who he played d&d campaigns with for a good bit.

The brothers inherited their father’s music taste; classic rock and metal was the soundtrack to Max’s childhood and teenage years. He quickly became passionate about music and enjoyed playing drums the most. He ended up joining a metal band as well as a drummer.

He also got pretty good at taking apart cars and bikes, although he would nurture this talent more later on in life.

Max was 19 years old on the night when his life changed forever. He was travelling on a road-trip to go to a metal show with his friends and then girlfriend, having the time of his life. That night it was a full moon. He ended up separated from his friends, but he didn’t mind. He liked to stargaze. But then alone in the wilderness, he was attacked. All he remembered was it was huge and covered in fur, but he managed to escape with only a bite on his shoulder. He was rushed to a local hospital who assumed it was maybe a coyote or wolf, be he swore it was more than just a normal animal. Despite this, he tried his best to continue on as normal, both for himself and to not worry his friends and girlfriend. They insisted it was nothing, so he felt pressured to do so.

However Max started to experience changes he couldn’t explain. No matter how he tried to ignore it, it kept creeping up on him. Particularly the physical changes he was getting, he felt his sense of smell and hearing especially become very heightened.

The first transformation Max had he thought he just had a hangover. His memories were so fuzzy, he wasn’t sure why he was (he assumed he was) getting blackout drunk but it was the only explanation he could think of. The disappearances from last night on the news didn’t connect to him, surely they couldn’t be related anyway? He kept on ignoring the strange feelings he was getting as well.

Eventually this caught up to him and his friends and girlfriend discovered he was a werewolf who had been behind the killings. They struggled to fight him in his lycanthrope transformation and eventually defeated him, leaving him for dead. They believed they killed and buried him, but he was actually still alive. He woke up confused and very disoriented, only remembering some time afterwards what had actually happened to him. But by then it was too late.

For maybe a year and a half he spent in a limbo, terrified of himself and of his transformations. Every full moon he would have to find a place to chain himself up to prevent himself from getting out of control again. His previous skills in fixing up cars and motorcycles became useful and he got a lot better at it, using them to get himself around. He had a hard time holding down a job or really sustaining any sort of stable lifestyle.

This was until he met Jack Silver, an older lycanthrope. The older man sort of took Max under his wing and taught him not to be so afraid anymore. It was the fear that made it worse, instead he had to accept it. Once he learned to do that, Max began to heal again. At some point he started working as a mechanic in Montana and has kept it up for a few years. He’s pretty good at it, and the income allowed him to settle down in a small trailer and support himself.

It’s been difficult for Max to drag himself out of the dark place he’d been in, but he’s been working toward essentially restarting his life. Of course, despite this he is still a lycanthrope at the end of the day. He’s still got blood on his hands. And Max and found himself becoming far more comfortable with that fact. Accepting it. So now and again there are times when certain people still go missing on the news…

Fun Facts

His favourite book (series) is Lord Of The Rings

His favourite film is a difficult choice between Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope and Terminator 1

His favourite bands are Metallica, Dio, KISS, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden and Ozzy Osbourne

His favourite colours are blue, red and yellow

His favourite food is pizza (bacon and pepperoni)

His favourite drink is beer

Due to his Lycanthropy he’s gained a few… quirks even in human form. For one thing the very heightened sense of smell, and to a lesser extent hearing. Next is the extra body hair, which only grows back if he tries to get rid of it. His nails get long/sharp quickly if he doesn’t stay on top of them. He has sharp little canines too.

Max always loved dogs, but now he sort of has an innate connection with them. It’s the same with wolves too, although there aren’t many about in the wild anymore. He’s found himself becoming quite passionate about wildlife conservation now as he’s learned this. It helps that he lives closer to nature now.

He absolutely was/is a part of fandom and writes fanfics of his own. Mostly Star Wars because Luke Skywalker is like a self-insert for him lmao (blonde hair, blue eyes?)

Max now has his own book on the go, although it’s more of a collection of manuscripts so far. He has a lot of other things to occupy his mind, but he definitely still has his times where he’s obsessed with his writing and can be seen at his laptop focusing hard.

He’s lived in the city for most of his life as a child and teenager, but he actually prefers being close to nature now. He likes being able to see the stars better with less light pollution, and it’s just a lot safer for everyone with his werewolf transformations and all that.

Speaking of, he can control his werewolf form and transformations more now, and doesn’t suffer from memory issues anymore. Now he can actually transform and go back to being human at will, but the full moon still forces him to do so regardless. It can still be difficult to control his wild impulses at times though. That’s when he goes into the forest and just lets loose. It is always a pain the next day of course.

Max’s ‘victims’ are typically not good people, and generally men. It’s sort of been hard to admit to himself that there’s a certain hunger he has as a Werewolf that only killing can satisfy, so he chooses those that would probably be better off dead in his eyes.

He still hasn’t dared to contact his family or friends from his ‘past life’ so it’s an uncomfortable subject.

Max can play a bit of guitar too but he’s better at the drums by far.

His current vehicle is a motorcycle he picked up and fixed himself. He’s pretty proud of it! It’s definitely his baby lmao.

I literally heard Bark At The Moon and based his whole character concept off of that LMAO

He deserves the best this is a FACT

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[devil-doll13]

Stay Clean

Tw: Mentions of Death/Murder, maybe eating people ig lol

(I just wanna preface this by saying I know basically next to nothing about fixing cars or motorcycles lol so if there are any inaccuracies I apologise for that!)

Horror/Slasher Oc writing for Maxwell “Max” Holt

Dividers by firefly-graphics

“… missing case last night has been reported to local law enforcement. Identified as North Carolina-born Mark Fisher, the 33 year old was last seen drinking at a bar in Downings before he disappeared without a trace. This again marks another in a series of disappearances that has concerned the public, with some expressing worries that it is the work of a serial killer or a human trafficking ring. Police are still investigating if these cases are conne-“

Max groaned and fiddled with the knob of the radio, a dusty yellow rag over his hand to prevent the grease from staining it. Switching over to the local rock station, he smiled as Motörhead’s ‘Stay Clean’ replaced the uncomfortable chatter of the news; Lemmy’s thundering bass was always more reassuring to hear.

Especially now, the small voice in his head whispered to him. He was reminded of exactly what he did last night; an impulse brought on at least in part by his victim’s poor treatment of Debbie, the waitress at his favourite diner. It might not have been the wisest idea to kill again after the last time, but at least now his hunger pangs had subsided. With Mark he’d sated them till’ the next month.

Shaking his head to disperse those thoughts, Max’s hands came to rest again on the shiny bronze chrome of the Chevrolet in front of him. She’d come in with a nasty dent in her bumper from a collision. Thankfully nothing serious, but the guy had mentioned she just up and stopped on him. Not a problem you’d really want to ignore either way. His boss Jerry had her first, mentioned ‘some issue with the fan-belt’ he’d sorted out. She just needed some little fixes and then she’d be good to go, he’d said.

Max gave her engine another look over, wanting to be sure he’d gotten everything. Any other issues would probably show up when he started her up in a test-drive later. His keen ears picked up everything, so he knew when a car didn’t sound right. It was something Jerry had no idea Max got from his lycanthropy; he only knew it was another helpful addition to his toolkit when he hired him.

“… Max!” For a second he thought he heard a voice shouting over the din and he raised his head. By the office door of the workshop was his coworker, Leo, leaning against a cluttered tool cabinet. Max turned down the radio a tad.

“Oh, yeah, Leo. What’s up?” Max perked up a bit at the appearance of his work buddy, the only other person employed at the shop aside from him.

The younger man seemed to be preparing himself to ask him a question. Leo was a bit of a nervous type, so Max was used to the way he tended to need reassurance now and again. He seemed to try and wring his hands out on an oil-stained tank top, a futile endeavour.

“Hey man, just double-checking to be sure… You’re still free for our campaign on Saturday night, right?”

“Yeah!” He exclaimed with a toothy grin, sharp canines on display.

The subject of D&D had come up in a conversation over drinks the other night. He had reminisced over playing with his friends back in highschool and Leo expressed a desire to learn more about the game. Max was excited at the prospect of playing again, and gladly offered to teach him and his two younger sisters the joys of D&D. In all honesty, he really missed it. It had been years since he properly sat down and played at a real table. Although he’d probably be the DM so he could guide them in their first campaign, the thought still made him giddy inside.

“I got somethin’ brewing up that’s more beginner friendly” Max continued, blue eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. He took his hands off the car to gesture wildly, an old habit “I’m a bit rusty myself after so long not havin’ played, so I could probably use a good refresher too.” He admitted with a wry quirk of the lip.

“Thanks for letting me know… Joan an’ Jessie are real excited about the whole thing. Wouldn’t stop badgerin’ me about it an’ asking me if you were still comin.’” Leo scratched the back of his neck, seeming eager to shift the blame onto the twins.

“Not that I’m not lookin’ forward to it too!” He added hastily, big brown eyes as wide as saucers.

“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna miss something like that.” Max assured him, chuckling. Leo nodded bashfully, then cast his gaze over to inspect the Chevrolet still docked in the workshop lift.

“…Front tire on that’s gonna need a bit of pumpin.’ I’ll go get er.’” Then he ducked back in to look for the necessary equipment.

That was Leo: real shy, but good with cars.

After work Max peeled off his grimy coveralls, replacing them with his usual washed out denim jeans and a black leather jacket. It was approaching Summer, and the warm sun beat down on the cracked pavement. Still, a cool spring breeze necessitated extra layers. Especially with his ride…

He rounded the corner toward where he’d left her, and he smiled as she came into view; his beloved Harley Davidson. Her glossy red paint was unmistakable, metal exhaust pipes gleaming in the sunlight.

He felt no shame in admitting she was his pride and joy; he had fixed her up himself, and she’d been with him for years now. Feeling the wind whip past him as he went 20 over the speed limit on the back of her was exhilarating beyond all words could express.

Max jogged over and fished his keys out of his pocket, resting his palm on the black leathered handlebar. A dark-visored helmet rested on the seat. Snatching it up, he shook his hair out of his ponytail, his tousled blond curls still damp from sweat.

He kicked his leg over to start the girl up, and soon the fierce growl of her engine reverberated through his bones. She purred mightily, spitting fumes all the way down the road as he headed back home.

As he came up to his house Max was pleasantly surprised to see Jack’s rusty blue pickup truck parked in the driveway. He definitely hadn’t been expecting him. Of course, Jack wasn’t the type to give prior notice before he called in, (Maybe that would dampen his mysterious appeal) so Max just gave him his own key so he could come and go as he pleased. Now he was used to receiving random visits from the elder lycan.

Max could see the dim light of his television through the window as he parked beside Jack’s truck, so he hurried to unlock the door and catch up with him.

“Hey, Jack!” He called out cheerfully as he hung up his jacket. There was no answer from the taciturn Jack. Max was used to that too.

Entering the kitchen, he saw the silver-haired man standing in the doorway to his living room. He was watching Judge Judy with a beer in his hand, technicolour light reflecting off his wolfish golden eyes.

“How are ya?” He tried again.

No response. Jack kept his eyes on the TV as he took a swig of the bottle.

Max shrugged and opened the door to his mini fridge, pulling out a cold beer of his own. A sharp hiss cut through the air as he pried off the bottle cap. He tried to ignore the tension in the air as he gulped down a mouthful. It tasted less refreshing than it should have.

Jack swivelled his head around, slowly, to look at him from out of the corner of his eye. There was an old scar on his face, one he never spoke about.

“Heard what ya did on the news…” He finally said.

Max froze. He felt his whole body tense up instinctively before he forced himself to relax. Jack knew. Jack understood; he wrestled with the same urges. All lycanthropes did. Still, they’d had a silent agreement never to speak of what he did.

“...Yeah?” His voice came out quietly, treading carefully.

Jack turned his attention back to the TV again, leaving him to stare down at the floor

Max resisted the urge to sigh. This is what he hated the most: the long, drawn out scoldings.

“… I don’t disagree with the choice you made. If anything, that man probably had it comin.’” That made Max look back up again, hopefully.

“But kiddo, there are consequences to livin’ like we do. Don’t forget that.”

Jack sent a pointed look his way, “Jus’ don’t get caught… Keep your nose clean, ya hear me?” He reached out a rough, calloused hand to pat Max on the shoulder. A little harder than necessary, perhaps for emphasis.

Max nodded obediently, swallowing the lump of beer in his throat. He supposed that wasn’t so much of a scolding as it was advice. Jack seemed to feel some responsibility for any mistakes Max made. Compared to him, he was only a pup, after all. And he had lived a long life, longer than any human could hope to live.

The rest of the night there was no more talk of the killings, which Max was grateful for. He offered to cook dinner for the two of them, and they ended up reminiscing again about the silly things he used to do when Jack first met him. Max grew lively again, recounting older stories from his childhood when he was even more of an idiot. This amused Jack greatly, even drawing out a rare chuckle from the older man.

Later he watched Jack’s truck kick dirt up on its way out of his driveway and down the road, waving goodbye as his words from earlier echoed in his mind.

Keep your nose clean, he’d said. He knew that he was just trying to tell him to be careful, and not attract too much attention with his meals.

He knew he wouldn’t stop doing it. He couldn’t. The world would be better off in the end, he convinced himself. But it was his accursed hunger that really controlled him in the end. He decided he’d continue to kill and feast on assholes like Mark, but after that he’d lick his chops and leave no evidence; otherwise his peaceful life in Downings would be over. Just like before.

Max wasn’t given to brooding over his problems either way, so he resolved to think no more of it for now. Instead he set himself about a far more appealing pastime: setting up his new campaign for Saturday…

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[devil-doll13]

I come alive in the neon light

That’s when I make my moves right

Living after midnight

Rocking to the dawn…

I was thinking about how Max’s previous moodboard was so drab and grey so here is a brighter one with neon lights lol. This is like when he was younger and still living in the big city.

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[devil-doll13]

Hunt You Down

Tw: Implied Murder/Death, Violence, Blood, Gore-ish? Swearing, Harassment & kinda implied Sexism(?) from rude customer, not from Max dw.

Soooo I took… Overly long writing this,,, um, I don’t know why but I just couldn’t get this one out lol. Still, this might be the first depiction of one of my OCs actually killing someone? Wild.

You might want to read this for extra context

Also, thanks to T33th for inspiring me with this song!

Summary: Focuses on Mark Fisher’s death at the hands of Max.

Dividers by firefly-graphics

The rock n’ roll thump of Elvis’ ‘Hound Dog’ blared out of the jukebox in Kenny’s as Max shook his leg to the rhythm. It was a retro style diner, even had black and white chequered floor tiles and blue faux leather booths and everything. Colourful neon lights bathed the diner in a gentle glow, bright enough to illuminate but still dim enough not to blind. The place was especially known for its milkshakes, beloved as a special treat by the children of the town. Kenneth, the owner, was real obsessed with old 50s Americana style decor, even going as far as to buy a real authentic jukebox for the place. For a small town like Downings, it was quite the novelty. There’d even be people stopping by on road trips to try out the place, recommending it on blogs and leaving very favourable reviews.

Today was a quiet Sunday afternoon, though. Max was preoccupied with his writing; he’d tapped away at his laptop for about an hour now. For a moment he stopped to take a breather, his bright blue eyes scanning over every paragraph with keen concentration. He bit his nails, scrolling up and down the doc (He had cut them last night, as he did triweekly; but they were already starting to grow back into long, sharp claws). It still didn’t seem quite right, even as he checked for and corrected little mistakes and fixed repeats in words and phrases. While he wasn’t the strictest of perfectionists, he did still hold himself to a certain standard at this point in his writing career.

Max leaned back with a lazy stretch and took a sip of his coffee, sweetened with cream and sugar. The cup was now empty, he realised. He pouted, looking down at the bare bottom of the mug. He’d have to ask for a refill… Max distantly heard the jingle of a bell as the door opened, and grimaced as the strong smell of sweat reached his sensitive nose. He looked over from where he was sitting in one of the booths to see a plaid-shirt wearing man stomp heavily into the diner, almost hard enough Max feared he’d break the shiny tiles.

His friend and waitress Deborah Burns thankfully appeared just in time for him to ignore this stench and Max’s face lit up with a gleeful smile as he saw her come closer with her coffee pitcher. She grinned back, but she turned first to dutifully address the newcomer. He’d sat himself on one of the stools by the front, both of his rough knuckles rapping on the table incessantly.

“Hi there! Can I get you anything?” Debbie chirped happily, her Saturn earrings dangling as she tilted her blonde head around.

The rock n’ roll thump of Elvis’ ‘Hound Dog’ blared out of the jukebox in Kenny’s as Max shook his leg to the rhythm. It was a retro style diner, even had black and white chequered floor tiles and blue faux leather booths and everything. Colourful neon lights bathed the diner in a gentle glow, bright enough to illuminate but still dim enough not to blind. The place was especially known for its milkshakes, beloved as a special treat by the children of the town. Kenneth, the owner, was real obsessed with old 50s Americana style decor, even going as far as to buy a real authentic jukebox for the place. For a small town like Downings, it was quite the novelty. There’d even be people stopping by on road trips to try out the place, recommending it on blogs and leaving very favourable reviews.

Today was a quiet Sunday afternoon, though. Max was preoccupied with his writing; he’d tapped away at his laptop for about an hour now. For a moment he stopped to take a breather, his bright blue eyes scanning over every paragraph with keen concentration. He bit his nails, scrolling up and down the doc (He had cut them last night, as he did triweekly; but they were already starting to grow back into long, sharp claws). It still didn’t seem quite right, even as he checked for and corrected little mistakes and fixed repeats in words and phrases. While he wasn’t the strictest of perfectionists, he did still hold himself to a certain standard at this point in his writing career.

Max leaned back with a lazy stretch and took a sip of his coffee, sweetened with cream and sugar. The cup was now empty, he realised. He pouted, looking down at the bare bottom of the mug. He’d have to ask for a refill… Max distantly heard the jingle of a bell as the door opened, and grimaced as the strong smell of sweat reached his sensitive nose. He looked over from where he was sitting in one of the booths to see a plaid-shirt wearing man stomp heavily into the diner, almost hard enough Max feared he’d break the shiny tiles.

His friend and waitress Deborah Burns thankfully appeared just in time for him to ignore this stench and Max’s face lit up with a gleeful smile as he saw her come closer with her coffee pitcher. She grinned back, but she turned first to dutifully address the newcomer. He’d sat himself on one of the stools by the front, both of his rough knuckles rapping on the table incessantly.

“Hi there! Can I get you anything?” Debbie chirped happily, her Saturn earrings dangling as she tilted her blonde head around.

“Yeah, sweet cheeks, just a beer.” He said gruffly, cheeks flushed with a sweaty redness.

“Oh, unfortunately we don’t sell any alcohol here, sir.” She offered him an apologetic grimace. “But if you wanna go over to-“

“Jesus, really?” He interrupted, far louder than necessary. Debbie’s face cracked, and Max felt a nasty twist in his stomach. He tensed up, sensing another rude customer who’d

“I thought it was your job, looking pretty and serving me drinks.” He slurred out.

“Hey!” Max bellowed, clapping his laptop shut. “Don’t you get all short with her, you heard what she said.”

The man whirled around in his chair and it became quite obvious to Max that he had probably had enough to drink already.

“Who’s askin’ you, buddy?” He yelled. Debbie winced in response, growing increasingly uncomfortable.

“I- Sir, please-“ She tried to intervene, but the man turned back to scream at her.

“Shut it, woman! If I want your opinion I’ll-“

The stool clattered to the floor as an enraged Max shot up from the booth and grabbed him roughly by the scruff. The man’s eyes shot open, bulging like a squeezed frog’s. It seemed that now he realised that Max was far stronger than him, and taller.

“Get the fuck out of here.” He practically snarled in his face, unable to hide his growl. “And don’t come back.”

He shoved him back so hard he almost fell and broke his soft brainless head on the tiles. For a moment Max thought the man would try to start a fight, but instead he tottered on his heels and huffed, throwing up his hands defensively as he stomped out of the diner. Max snorted in disdain. He supposed he was the kind of asshole who only liked bullying those who wouldn’t stand up to him.

He forced himself to calm down as he turned back to Debbie, who held her body tightly as if to try and stop herself from bursting into tears.

“I’m so sorry Max, I just- I’m just…” She choked out a sob, hiding her ashamed blush behind her hand.

“Hey, it’s okay, Debbie. That guy was being an asshole… Just you go and take care of yourself, alright?” Max said soothingly, feeling his heart pang at the sight of his usually bubbly friend’s distress. She was a sensitive soul. He made no moves to come any closer, knowing that what she needed right now was to actually have her personal space respected.

Debbie sniffled and nodded, quickly rushing to the kitchens. In doing so she nearly stumbled into another of the diner’s waitresses, Karen, who reeled from Debbie’s change in demeanour and looked questioningly over to Max for an explanation.

“Surprised you didn’t hear it. Kar. Fucker back there nearly blew my eardrums out, I swear.” He shook his curly head angrily, puffing out air.

“I’m half deaf, sugar.” She shook her head. Her voice was rough and gravelly, a result of years being a constant smoker.

Karen was at most an observer; she rarely fussed over other people’s drama. Max knew her as something of a ‘dog lady,’ since she had five of them. Like Debbie, she tended to have a brightly coloured coffee pitcher permanently attached to her hand during her work hours.

“Now, do ya’ wanna order?” She continued nonchalantly.

“I, uh… Just remembered I have something else to do first.” Max said quickly. The cogs were already turning in his head. Did he dare act now? It was a hungry impulse, half brought on by rage and half brought on by an inhuman appetite. Normally he wouldn’t go near anyone so vile, but he felt like making an exception this time.

Karen shrugged. “Well, suit yourself. I’ll be here.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back.” Max reassured her.

“After all…” His keen wolven eye followed the plaid-shirted man outside all the while he spoke. He watched as the man sluggishly mbled over toward his car. Max quickly took note of the colour and number plate, licking his chops in anticipation.

“I’m pretty hungry.”

The moment he stepped out of Kenny’s, Max had his leg thrown over his motorcycle, laptop in his saddlebag and his nose in the air, sniffing for the man’s scent. A lycanthrope was a skilled tracker. Stale sweat and alcohol; It was a strong, acrid scent which couldn’t be masked by exhaust fumes. For Max, it was like following a breadcrumb trail…

Mark Fisher whistled idly as he stepped through the sunlit Montana woods, crunching leaves underfoot. He’d stopped on his trip to relieve himself; stuffed full of alcohol, but he had to admit there was a sort of pure, untouched beauty about the place that even he could appreciate. He sipped his drink, a little buzzed by now. He was pissed off earlier when he had to make the effort to look for more; beer was like his lifeblood. It was pretty late in the afternoon, more like the evening really, but occasional chirps of birdsong still echoed through the forest trees. He might well end up sleeping drunk in his car tonight, he thought to himself. Maybe take a little gander at the stars while he was out here where light pollution was low.

Mark had parked in the middle of an isolated road; so little travelled there was no point in pulling over. He wasn’t really in any kind of rush to get where he was going, so he ended up wandering astray into the deeper thicket. It got darker as he walked, fast approaching the dusk. Soon the crickets would replace the songbirds in their nightly symphony.

It was then he heard it.

A growl. Unmistakable.

He stopped and sobered up completely. Mark whirled his head around in a slight panic, realising only now how late it had gotten.

A bear?

It was quiet then. Very quiet. A twig snapped underneath him as he backpedalled instinctively. Sweat beaded his brow. He shouldn’t have been out so late alone in the woods; that was not wise, even for a half-intoxicated man. Mark swallowed thickly and, seeing no bear in sight yet, thought it best to turn around and head back while there was still some daylight left. It was so dark now that the trees appeared monstrous, looming over him…

Creeping quietly back, he couldn’t see his car for the great rows of timberland. It shouldn’t have been far though, just a bit of walking an-

Oh Jesus!

Mark yelped out in fright. He didn’t see it until it was too late. Until he was at its mercy.

Before him, half-hidden by a large, thick tree, was something living and breathing, and it glared menacingly down at him with hungry yellow eyes.

Oh god. What is that…?

It looked like- It couldn’t be a wolf. Too big. The creature was bipedal, hunchbacked and malformed. Grey-furred in the dusky twilight, another growl ripped through its throat, and Mark stumbled back, whimpering in fear.

Run, run!

But he couldn’t. Terror gripped him in place. He seemingly ceased to breathe at all. Then, it lunged forward and viciously bit into his leg, He shrieked, feeling razor-sharp teeth capture his calf in a ravenous

“Help! Somebody Help!” Mark wailed. A sickening bone crunch paralysed him as the beast’s jaws clamped down harder on his leg. He screamed in agony. Dark crimson rivulets of blood splashed onto the moss as he struggled in vain to be free, but this only urged the creature to bite down even more ferociously. Tears streamed down Mark’s face as pain exploded in his calf.

“Help me! Somebody help me please!” He begged, desperately clawing at the ground for purchase. His pleas only echoed back against the green as the creature devoured him piece by piece, tearing up into his torso…

Bonus:

“…Its massive, brutish form is covered head to toe in leathery green skin. It appears to be gnawing on a piece of meat.” Max read out to his players.

“The troll’s back is turned to you, and it doesn’t seem to have noticed you yet…” He peered up to see Jessie in her starry wizard cloak and hat, Joan with her ukulele and minstrel’s band, and Leo with a foam sword and bin-cover shield the twins had thrust upon him; it was for realism, they insisted.

“… What do you do?” Max looked at each of them purposefully.

Joan and Jessie exchanged excited looks as he had said the golden words, clearly having the same mind on the matter.

“Surprise attack!” They chimed in unison.

He smiled. Leo patiently nodded his agreement, although he was not consulted. The twins would likely have had their way no matter what.

“Alright. Roll for initiative!” Max announced, and leaned back in his chair, grinning.

Both girls took their dice in their hands (lended to them by Max, for they had not yet bought their own) and shook vigorously, as if making a milkshake.

Max reminded them that they both had to, in fact, take turns.

Leo chuckled.

“My HP is higher. How about I go first?” He offered.

The two consuls held a small meeting before the two of them allowed it. Leo gathered up his dice (also borrowed from Max) and ended up accidentally rolling them off the games table.

“Uh…” He hesitated for a moment before bending over in his chair to pick them up, but their DM was faster. Max inspected the dice before clicking his tongue and sending the worried looking Leo a cheeky glance:

“Lucky. It looks like you got a Nat 20!”

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[devil-doll13]

This time

This time

Things’ll work out just fine

Another Max moodboard because I’m busy with college work right now and I can’t write </3 I love making boards for him honestly

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[devil-doll13]

What My OCs Smell Like

Inspired by @rottent33th and @solmints-messyocdiary’s posts on the matter no I’m not running away from my writer’s block shut up

Abigail

If mist had a smell, it would smell like her. Smells like blackberries, old books and rain, with a hint of cinnamon. The stench of death follows her literally everywhere, unable to be washed away. Like the earthy aroma of a freshly dug grave.

Also, sometimes a bit acrid and sulfuric, usually after she’s used some good ol’ black magic arts. A foul odour marks things she’s hexed/cursed.

She favours floral scents and perfumes but likes fruity ones as well sometimes. When she uses burns incense it’s usually sage or rosemary, and of course her favourite cinnamon.

Her breath smells like bitter coffee and apples, and strangely also… Iron-ish blood? Weird…

Beyond all this, there’s something else… Some unnatural scent impossible to place, but just smells very off in some way. It’s probably why dogs hate her so much. It’s not unpleasant, but it might make you recoil in disgust just the same.

Max

Pine cones, cedar and other woodsy scents, which clings to him after a trip to the Montana forest. Leather, fur and hot burning rubber from his motorcycle. Also that washed out denim jeans smell, like just after it’s been done in the washing machine.

After work he smells heavily like motor oil and probably also sweat until he takes a bath ngl.

After he’s… Gotten rid of someone, he’s quick to get rid of the coppery blood smell as soon as he can. His breath still permanently carries it though. That and a sort of meaty aroma.

Cologne can’t really hide his natural animal musk, but he goes for anything that seems popular really lol.

I’m sorry guys but he smells like a wet dog, especially after a bath/shower or a swim. It’s just one of those things really, although he does try to cover it up with cologne it’s not possible for him to get rid of it entirely :( poor Max

Jude

Smells earthy in an entirely different way than Abigail, almost in the opposite sense. She smells like blooming life. Like rich soil and flowers, as if she’s been rolling in a meadow or something. Also fresh, clean linen and grass.

After a fight she’ll smell like dirt, sweat and iron from any blood (hers or the enemy’s). She’s always showering afterward to get rid of any weird smells they give off.

Her breath smells like milk and honey, because she always spreads it on her toast and puts it in her barley tea. (She isn’t into drinking coffee like Zach is)

Prefers light floral and citrus scents and perfumes, but it’s not too overpowering and she doesn’t wear it that often tbh. Usually sunflowers, daisies and oranges, but anything ‘Summery’ Jude’ll go for honestly.

Also vanilla, lemon and amber are scents I associate her with too.

Zach

A mixture of leather, gunpowder and cigarettes, as well as a sort of metallic smell from so many fights over the course of his life. The rusty stench of blood has literally embedded itself into his skin now.

His breath smells like tobacco and black coffee, with a bit of pastry overpowered by those two.

I firmly believe he uses old spice deodorant, probably got it from his dad honestly. Like he just never stopped using it because it’s just old faithful and everyone he’s been with seems to like it anyway.

Various ingredients and spices he uses for cooking are present too.

An acrid, smokey scent still clings to him a bit from when he was possessed by that demon, and it never really went away…

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Inspirations for Max!

Top to bottom, Left to right:

Ozzy Osbourne’s “Bark at the Moon” (this inspired his whole character. Appearance, 80s aesthetic, lycanthropy, everything.)

Metallica’s James Hetfield (but only in the 80s when he had the long hair, thank T33th for the connection lol)

An American Werewolf In London (I found the transformation scene in this film to be quite disturbing tbh)

Judas Priest’s Rob Halford (Inspired the motorcycle, K.K Downing also gave the town a name!)

KISS’s “Detroit Rock City” (where he was born, some backstory stuff with his dad.)

Paul from The Lost Boys (It’s mostly the hair)

My own love of roleplaying games lol

Ginger Snaps (maybe not applying to Max that much because of the difference in character in Ginger but this still inspired his backstory a bit)

80s metalhead culture in general

After I did Abigail’s I knew I had to do inspirations for Max as well, this was fun to put together! He’s a bit of a patchwork character too.

The love of sci-fi/fantasy was actually because of this Picrew I did of him having a Star Wars shirt that I felt was appropriate, and I just made it a thing. I thought it would be nice to play on the stereotype a bit by making him nerdy and bookish. He’s one of us lol.

(I was actually considering making him part of a sort of werewolf biker gang but the idea got scrapped, I might make it an au or something instead)

[goldrose-star]

write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book

Cal, The Patron and Max

Ngl, this is kinda hard?? Because I don't want to hit anyone with a book 👉👈

Hmm.. I'll guess I go with:

Write a book with Max because he like to write fanfics as far as I know and I think he'd have really good ideas 👀

Read a book to Cal, because why not?? I'm feeling super soft for this dude 💖🥺👉👈 i think he'd enjoy this 👀

I'm so sorry but I guess I have to hit the Patron with the book then?? 😩😭 maybe not downright hit him bc I wanted to but because maybe I've been reading and he sneaks up on me (because of course, it's the Patron we're talking about) and I get startled so I hit him by mistake and would immediately apologize 💖🥺

[devil-doll13]

I’m just a-givin’ the dog a bone

(Givin’ the dog a bone)

I have writer’s block rn so I made this lil moodboard of Max to compensate lol.

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @goldrose-star, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better)

[devil-doll13]

Maxwell “Max” Holt Mixtape 🥁

Judas Priest - Delivering The Goods

Dio - Stand Up And Shout

W.A.S.P - Wild Child

Cinderella - Night Songs

KISS - Detroit Rock City

Iron Maiden - Running Free

The Cramps - I Was A Teenage Werewolf

Megadeth - Tornado Of Souls

Ozzy Osbourne - Bark At The Moon

KISS - Almost Human

Megadeth - She-Wolf

Judas Priest - Eat Me Alive

Metallica - Hit The Lights

Rainbow - Run With The Wolf

Iron Maiden - 2 Minutes To Midnight

Metallica - Master Of Puppets

Ozzy Osbourne - Crazy Train

Dio - Holy Diver

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood)

Spare Link: Maxwell “Max” Holt Mixtape

(Alternate Moodboard version under the cut)

[devil-doll13]

I decided to do a bit of world-building on Max’s town, Downings since knowing me I’ll forget. Here are all the people I’ve created so far:

Max obviously lol

Jerry, Max’s boss. A kind, slightly oblivious man in his 50s. Her got nicknamed ‘Jerry Can’ in college. He’s deaf in one ear so others have to pronounce their words very clearly for him.

Leo, Max’s coworker. 22 years old, a shy young man, but likes cars and is very good with them. He’s something like Jerry’s apprentice.

Joan & Jessie, Leo’s younger twin sisters, both 12. Known to be hyper tricksters, not to be trusted together in class activities…

Deborah, usually known as Debbie by the townspeople. In her 20s, she’s a waitress at Kenny’s. Very bubbly, sweet and friendly. She’s sensitive to people getting angry at her.

Karen, thankfully not a Karen, she is a rather dry woman in her early 50s. Also a heavy smoker. She lives alone with her 3 dogs who she spoils rotten. Max loves them.

Kenneth, the owner of Kenny’s. He exists.

Jack doesn’t live in Downings but is nonetheless important to Max’s story anyway. A man of few words, he is fatherly in a understated way. He’s lived for a long time, so he doesn’t flinch at much.

I’ll maybe update this as time goes on if more people are added lol.