#SMAX!!!!!!!!!!

[cloudysfluffs]

I love the way you drew Sam and Max in your art style! I hope you do more tk art of them (no pressure though draw what you want)

there is nothing id rather draw for you anon!!!! i LOVE making art of these two <3333333333

(dont worry, sam's got a sneaky way of escaping)

(ns//fw and/or fetish blogs please dni🙏🙏)

[doggo2000]

Notice anything... Unusual in this picture... Notice any probably not innocent figurine lying in the background?

[thepeacockshallstrut]

Fun fanart game: look at a single fanwork in isolation and imagine what assumptions someone would make about the source material if they were unfamiliar

[smaxsmallsideblog]

tadc oc

their made to represent “freakshow” types of entertainment

they usually stay in there room and contemplate a lot about themself and their role in the circus itself.

this obviously causes some problems so Caine decided to give them a little friend, sorta like bubble.

twogar serves as a distraction for throwmar in order to keep them away from such thoughts.

throwmar is quiet a lot of the time and only speaks to themselves and twogar though nobody understands the language they speak.

they are very intelligent but is often unable to focus much in any type of scenario which leads them to falling for rather obvious traps or pranks.

they can spin their upper hands into any which position, however their middle and lower hands are limited in reach and cannot move in a 360 degree motion.

This is my first real oc for this fandom even though they are a re used oc from another fandom- so i hope it go over well👍

[neverendingparable]

Another two relics from the past. On the right is Morayne's Lounge, edited by Esfer, on the left is whatever the fuck happened in SMAX 2016

[vaas]

watcged mad max fury road again. wish there was cars in fallout

[smaxsmallsmallsideblog]

considering the possibility that the full show might end with there being actually no way out. would that mean the main cast would eventually lose it and abstract? would there perhaps be a way to reverse the effects of abstracting that no one knows about because they’ve tried something that might change them back? like some sort of object that holds enough significance to the person abstracted that they snap out of that state and return to normal? well i’m not sure entirely but it could make for a great fanfic idea-

[cryptocollectibles]

Smax #1 & 2 (2003) by America's Best Comics

Written by Alan Moore, drawn by Zander Cannon.

[cargurudiy]

FORD S-Max boot dimensions in centimeters

[doggo2000]

SMAX is on my cat

[thepeacockshallstrut]

Fun fanart game: look at a single fanwork in isolation and imagine what assumptions someone would make about the source material if they were unfamiliar

[autoclub56]

(со страницы S-Max Tapestry by AutoClub)

[smaxsmallsideblog]

random drawings

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Exactly what it's meant to say

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 28

Prompt: Proposal

Rated: G

CW: none

Tags: Established relationship; Moving in together; Fluff; Marriage proposal

Notes: Contiued from days 5 and 25

Eddie is up on the roof when Steve pulls into the driveway. His first thought is that the rain pipe must be leaking again, but then he sees the giant letters his boyfriend is wrestling into submission on the snow-covered roof and sighs. 

"Eds?" he calls out as he gets from the car. Eddie yelps and almost slips and Steve has a brief mental image of spending Christmas Eve at the emergency room. "I thought we agreed to not put them up this year?" 

He wasn't even sure which of the many unopened boxes they were in - just knew that Eddie had not-so-sneakily grabbed all of the old Christmas decorations from the house in Loch Nora on the day Steve moved out. Not that Steve minded. His parents haven't been home for the holidays in forever, it's not like they'll miss the stuff. 

"Okay, I know, but listen!" Eddie flashes him a toothy grin as he skids down the roof and to the ladder that's leaning against the wall. Steve watches him, hip popped against the side of the car, as he comes wading towards him in the fresh layer of snow. "I know we said we'd skip it this year, what with still getting settled and stuff, but I was unpacking some of the boxes earlier, and I found the letters, and I just had to put them up. It's our little tradition, Stevie. Would be bad luck not to observe it in our first year in the new place." 

He has drifted into Steve’s space and put his hands in his coat pockets to pull him closer, all disarming, dimpled smile and large brown eyes. Steve hums in mock-annoyance as Eddie leans in to steal a kiss. 

"So does it actually say what it's supposed to this year?" 

Eddie cocks his head at him. 

"I have no idea what you-" 

"Eds?" Steve quirks an eyebrow and Eddie falls silent. 

Because, yes, the letters have become a bit of a tradition ever since their first Christmas together, and Steve would be lying if he said they don’t make him feel all warm and fuzzy. 

Another tradition is that they never actually spell the right thing. 

And while the MERRY SMAX sparkling from the roof of the Harrington house for all the neighborhood to see in the first year was still an accident, Eddie has since embarked on a mission to outdo himself with increasingly absurd creations.

Steve still fondly remembers SEXY MARRM, ARSEY MR XM, and - last year's zinger - SMARMY REX.

And judging by the entirely too innocent grin gracing Eddie’s face now, he's in for another treat. 

"Eddie?" he tries again, one hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "What is it this year?" 

"Dunno what you mean, baby," Eddie singsongs, and prances over to the switch for the outdoor power supply like a particularly merry Christmas elf. Steve can't quite conceal his fond grin as he is tugged along. "It says exactly what it's supposed to say. How about you do the honors?" 

Steve rolls his eyes but obediently pushes the switch. The letters flicker to life, casting the snowy front yard in a haze of sparkling white. Steve can't see the roof from where they're standing, so he takes a few steps down the driveway. Eddie hovers by his shoulder, suddenly tense and silent, and oh God, what has he done now?

"Eddie," he starts, "I swear, if I have to explain to the neighbors why our roof says stuff about axes, I'll-" 

And then he stops. 

Steve feels how his mouth drops open and how his eyes bulge, and he's faintly aware that he must look like a complete idiot, but he's powerless to do anything about it. 

Because he has just turned and now he sees what the words say. 

Because Eddie has actually left out some of the letters this time and he has no idea what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't this.

Because every single bit of mental capacity is focused on playing the words sparkling down at him on repeat in his head. 

MARRY ME

"See?" Eddie has stepped up beside him and taken his limp hand to entangle their fingers, but his voice is hesitant all of a sudden. When Steve manages to turn his head, those dark, pretty eyes are refusing to meet his, pointedly trained on the roof instead. "Exactly what it's meant to say." 

Steve gapes at him. Eddie cringes and pulls a strand of hair in front of his face with his free hand. The other is trembling around Steve's fingers. 

"So, I know we can't really," he mumbles. "Like, legally or shit. But … you've literally pulled me from hell and I know it sounds totally cheesy, but it feels like you skipped boring old Earth and dragged me straight on into heaven and I totally would, if I could. Marry you, I mean. So if it's cool with you, I'll get you a ring or something, promise to stick with you forever, all that lame-ass stuff."

Steve stares. Swallows, tries to speak, but no words come out. Eddie sighs.

"And if it isn't, that's also fine. I just … wanted to put it out there, y'know. Like, literally. I'm sorry, I'll… I'll just take these down." 

And Steve still can't talk, isn't sure when he'll be able to again. But he also doesn’t need to. Because what he can do is tighten his grip on Eddie’s hand as it threatens to slip from his. 

What he can do is pull him back in, body against body and sling an arm around his waist to keep him from getting away. 

What he can do is crash their mouths together in a kiss so searing he's surprised the snow doesn't melt all around them. 

What he can do is hope that this will be enough of an answer. 

From the way Eddie grins against his lips, it is.

All my holiday drabbles

[saucy-mesothelioma]

Can't remember where I saw this, but decided to try it out.

Here's the link for it. @ghostb0o @the-paradises @calyps0rion @smax-maxs and anyone else who wants to try it out!

[ghost-in-the-hella]

Day 16: "Sidekick" from the Peachtober prompt list, featuring Fisher Pricefield. Drawn in the style of Fisher Pricefield's comics ^_^'

Apologies for missing days 13-15. Normally I'd make them up, but considering that I've been quite sick since late September and got so very ill on Friday that I was knocked out of commission all weekend and am still recovering… yeah, I'm just going to let the missing days slide this year. Self care win?

[Image ID: Digital drawing in the style of a crudely rendered blue ballpoint pen drawing, mimicking the style of "The Adventurous Adventures of Super Max and Dr. Chloenstein" from Life is Strange: Before the Storm: Farewell. Dr. Chloenstein and Super Max are standing side by side in their hero costumes. Dr. Chloenstein looks cocky and points to herself with her thumb, while Super Max stands with her hands on her hips and looks bemused. Speech bubbles read: (Dr. C) "Hello, Evil-doers, I am Dr. Chloenstein and this is my loyal sidekick, Super Max." (SMax) "...Sidekick?" (Dr. C) "(Shh, Max, don't embarrass me in front of the bad guys!)" End image description.]