#maxwillow

[ifchuckthenonlysneed]

When I'm in a "drawing people carrying each other" challenge and my opponent is ifchuckthenonlysneed from Tumblr dot com

[nulljeager]

Willow please learn to introduce your boyfriend like a normal person

[ifuckingloveherpees]

Forgor to post these. Maxwillowson is real, look theres even memes about it made by the other people (totally not me) who ship it. Spread the word.

[willowportilla-blog]

The Flashier The Better - Max & Willow

The bright lights intrigued Willow’s attention, reminding her of something familiar that she was sure she’d been before. Drawn to the activity, she felt a surge of excitement swell within her. Usually she spent the days alone hiding in corners and stealing anything she needed to survive. The idea of being amongst people without having to speak to any of them for more than a small chat sounded like exactly what she needed.

From her usual stomping grounds these days, the Rat’s Nest, the racing wasn’t too far away from this time. Curiosity bigger than a cat looking at a fish for the first time, Willow pushed past a group of people to make her way closer to the cars. If there was one thing she loved, it was flashy cars and even flashier people.

[willowportilla-blog]

Check him out? Feel him up? Willow let her nose scrunch up in confusion of the whole interaction. She did take a moment to look him over, her brown eyes searching along his body for any signs of recognition. She came up blank, a brow raising and her head cocking to the side quizzically. Was he gay? Was he straight? “Hellion...” she let the name roll off her tongue once, then a second time slower. “Oh Hellion!” She squealed out for a moment, before letting her face fall. “Yeah no.” She shook her head with a half hearted shrug. She refused to follow him into seclusion, not necessarily trusting the situation or him.

“I don’t remember much right now anyways. Don’t take it personally, kid.” Willow mumbled, taking her eyes away from him to look at the cars in frustration. “Is that car yours?” She was quick to change the subject, her chin jutting out to gesture towards the car he’d come out of earlier. “It’s pretty sick.” She smirked, letting her arms drop to walk over to it and gently touching the hood of it with her fingertips.

willowportilla‌:

Willow puffed out a small breath between the crowd, her eyes scanning for familiar faces. With one swift movement she had her hair tied back with a scrap piece of purple fabric she’d bartered for in the Rat’s Nests market. Nothing looked familiar but the cars were shiny and the characters were definitely interesting. It was the cars that caught her attention more though. They were all pumped up in one way or another, mostly likely half for show and half in actual practicality for racing.

Her name was the last thing she’d expected to her. Willow spun around and pushed her hands out against the foreigner in what she wanted to be a shove. Swing first, ask later. That part was still deeply ingrained in her. “Who are you and what do you want?” Her brows knitted together, her arms now crossing over her chest as if to shield her from whatever the stranger might want. The man before her certainly was someone she didn’t recognize. “How do you know my name?” She pressed, wanting desperately to have some sort of link to her past while also terrified to find out that it might not be a pleasant memory.

He expected a spooked reaction mostly because he knew just how incredibly spooky he had been approaching her like this but still, upon her palms brushing her he took one big step back and held up his hands as to show how empty they were “woah woah woah. I come in peace. Proof 1, proof 2 and if you’re feeling adventurous I give you full permission to check me out– i mean feel me up–that came out wrong as well.” he snickered to himself and watched her through squinted eyes. Lowering his arms he looked around and beckoned her over further down to a corner, well-lit but somewhat secluded. “Is this a joke? You honestly don’t recognize me? I don’t think I’ve changed alot” he scoffed lowly, looking her over, calm from the outside and internally, ready for an ambush in case this was infact a trick.  “It’s me.” he hissed “Hellion. Anything?” he gestured vaguely to her head, fully expecting a light-bulb moment to happen.

[ifchuckthenonlysneed]

I find these kinda ugly but in a cute way so I'm still posting them. Lots of pressure (not true) to draw good maxwillowson art since I'm the representative of the polycule...no one else is stepping up for the role after all...hmmm but all I have to offer is things done in class from my trash sketchbook. It will have to do. Medium ugly art made with love is better than no art and no love.

oh also don't. ask why they're sleeping fully clothed in the second picture. They're just shy

[ifchuckthenonlysneed]

I'm a very simple person, if I see maxwell and willow interacting in any shape or form, I reblog...... they're such a funny duo

[ifchuckthenonlysneed]

(used to be @ifuckingloveherpees)

I'm Helene, 18yrs old and I'm french. I post DST Fanart !

On my blog, you will see a LOT of Fanart of Wendy, Maxwell, Abigail (and more rarely but he's there in my heart) Jack. Just, the Carter family in general.

I am also a BIG willowson shipper, so you'll see a lot of that as well.

Other ships I like are maxlie, maxwil, maxwillow (yes, I know no one else but me ships this), willowfrid and wesfrid- but I don't draw them very often, so you won't see it as much.

I really love Higurashi and Umineko, but I don't post fanart of it very often anymore, so keep that in mind before following me.

Feel free to send me art requests, questions, or DM me, I am happy to make friends (though, I might answer infrequently, I am a bad texter).

That's it, thank you!

[willowportilla-blog]

Willow puffed out a small breath between the crowd, her eyes scanning for familiar faces. With one swift movement she had her hair tied back with a scrap piece of purple fabric she’d bartered for in the Rat’s Nests market. Nothing looked familiar but the cars were shiny and the characters were definitely interesting. It was the cars that caught her attention more though. They were all pumped up in one way or another, mostly likely half for show and half in actual practicality for racing.

Her name was the last thing she’d expected to her. Willow spun around and pushed her hands out against the foreigner in what she wanted to be a shove. Swing first, ask later. That part was still deeply ingrained in her. “Who are you and what do you want?” Her brows knitted together, her arms now crossing over her chest as if to shield her from whatever the stranger might want. The man before her certainly was someone she didn’t recognize. “How do you know my name?” She pressed, wanting desperately to have some sort of link to her past while also terrified to find out that it might not be a pleasant memory.

willowportilla‌:

The Flashier The Better

The bright lights intrigued Willow’s attention, reminding her of something familiar that she was sure she’d been before. Drawn to the activity, she felt a surge of excitement swell within her. Usually she spent the days alone hiding in corners and stealing anything she needed to survive. The idea of being amongst people without having to speak to any of them for more than a small chat sounded like exactly what she needed.

From her usual stomping grounds these days, the Rat’s Nest, the racing wasn’t too far away from this time. Curiosity bigger than a cat looking at a fish for the first time, Willow pushed past a group of people to make her way closer to the cars. If there was one thing she loved, it was flashy cars and even flashier people.

Hellion had arrived and he didn’t even need to try hard to be noticed–people just did. He was rolling up in Medellin this time, his customized and weaponized Aston Martin Legera, all the weapons tucked away behind the neat panels that were part of the bumpers and doors.

This time however, the minute he got out of the car to check in with a few allied racers, his gaze fell upon a girl he simply couldn’t look away from. 

No way, he thought to himself. Some of his friends noticed and whistled, teasing max for having been turned straight. He fake-shoved one of them onto an on-coming car only to pull him back and then he mingled into the crowd, making sure to not let her notice him he circled his way around so to end up behind her. “Willow” he whispered the second he was near enough.