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I know that nobody cares about him but I like the lad so here you go 😅

Also haven’t seen many fanarts of Evan so consider it as me contributing to the community

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midding

v. intr. feeling the tranquil pleasure of being near a gathering but not quite in it—hovering on the perimeter of a campfire, chatting outside a party while others dance inside, resting your head in the backseat of a car listening to your friends chatting up front—feeling blissfully invisible yet still fully included, safe in the knowledge that everyone is together and everyone is okay, with all the thrill of being there without the burden of having to be.

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Cinderella is Dead

I just wanted to let you guys know that Cinderella is Dead is a sapphic story between two black girls. I love this so much <3!

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I NEED THIS BOOK

Artwork is done by Petalromance on twitter!

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Cinderella is dead🪦🗡

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can't wait to be one of like 3 people in the villains of valley view fandom

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I watch the Thundermans because I like imagining what Max could be if this show was written better

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A kinda sketchy redesign of the thunderman twins

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Mr. Thunderman, Your Son is a Rocket Scientist, Part III

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Hello! The last time I posted anything for this little fic of mine was… 27/7/2020 I guess! Today is 12/6/2022! Yeesh a nearly two year absence…

Well, I’m back now so… Yay? Yeah yay!

I hope you guys like this, my writing style changed quite a bit since 2020 and I scraped off the entire idea for the old Part III! Hopefully this has more substance so I can start working in the fourth and final part!

Now, I’ll leave you with the fic!

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Original Snippet - Part I - Part II - Part III (Draft) - Part IV

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“Nora, honey, would you go check in on Max?”

Nora looked up from her doll in order to meet her mother’s eyes as the woman called for her attention. Normally, Barb never bothers to ask her youngest daughter to help with anything (other than the standard chores of course) and thus, the 8-year-old girl was slightly perplexed. 

Nora wrinkled her nose as she processed her mother’s orders, obviously not wanting to do it, and decided to settle for the easiest thing she could do. 

Complain.

“Why me?” Nora whined in exasperation. 

Her mom rolled her eyes at the (typical) reply, “Because,” Barb started pointedly. “Phoebe is helping me out with dinner and I’m, obviously, too busy making dinner.”

Nora scowled. “Can’t you ask Billy to do it then?”

Barb sighed loudly as Phoebe mumbled something from her place next to the stove. 

Barb shot her eldest a pointed look (as the girl sighed dramatically and turned her attention to the stove) before directing all her attention to Nora. “Sweetie, we all know that Billy lacks…. Tact.”

“But-!”

Barb straightened up sharply and gave her youngest daughter ‘The Look™’. “No buts!” Barb cut in. “Besides,” The woman sighed tiredly. “Your dad decided it was a good idea to take Billy for some 'last-minute’ shopping at the Chocolate Festival in Belgium. I doubt they’ll be back any time soo-”

Suddenly, wind-whipped by Barb’s face, upturning her perfectly styled hair as the older woman blinked in surprise. Nora had to stifle a laugh as Billy perched himself next to her looking both hyper and aware at the same time.

“We’re back!” Her dad’s exhausted voice trailed from the living room. 

Barb blinked before she sighed in exasperation. Nora groaned as her mom shooed her and Billy out of the kitchen and into the living room, where their dad was already sprawled on the couch. 

“Billy, put those away in the fridge.” Hank said, handing Billy two big paper bags. “And don’t use your super speed! We don’t want your mom to kill us.”

Billy smiled at him bouncing slightly. “Will do!” He said as he ran (normally) to the kitchen.

Nora sighed loudly as she distantly heard her mom tell Billy to 'go and sleep off this sugar rush’. Great. Now she had to go and check up on Max herself. 

“This stinks.” The young girl muttered, as she started heading towards Max’s room. 

"Hm? What’s wrong sweetie?” Her dad asked, straightening up a bit so he could look at her properly. 

Nora frowned. “Nothing.” She sighed. “I’m just going to check on Max.”

“Okay.” Hank shrugged a little dismissively. “Yell for me if anything’s wrong.”

“Will do.” Nora replied as she opened the door to the basement a little forcefully.

Walking down the stairs, Nora noticed two things. 1) Max’s lair was too quiet. 2) It was dark. 

'Weird.’ The 8 year-old thought. 'Max hates working in the dark.’

Nora paused for a moment. If Max’s lair was dark did that mean… was Max finally done with his project? 

Well, only one to find out. 

Nora carefully stepped into the lair, noting how dim the blue LED lights were. Normally, Max had those obnoxious things on 'full luminance’ or something. Right now they were barely making any light, a stark contrast to how they normally are. 

Luckily, there was just enough light for her to see where she was stepping and where Max’s work tables were. There was also enough light for her to clearly see a human-shaped lump on her brother’s bed. 

Nora frowned a little worriedly. Max almost never sleeps deeply. If anything he mostly functioned on power naps and barely 4 hours of sleep almost everyday. Or so she heard her mother say whenever she scolded her eldest brother for not taking care of himself.

The 8-year-old slowly approached her brother’s bed and leaned in to get a closer look at his face. Max’s mouth was a little bit open and, if she concentrated hard enough, she could hear him breathe softly through his mouth. She slowly waved her hand in front of his face. 

No reaction. 

Okay, now she was getting worried. Max was the type of person to wake up if people so much as breathed a little loudly next to him and here she was, standing next to his bed and practically leaning over him. Her presence alone should have woken him up.

'Should I just call for dad?’ Nora wondered. 

“Hey. Girlie.”

Nora jumped in her place at the sudden sound and spun around. 

Dr. Colosso was watching her from his cage, his beady little eyes looking directly at her as she hovered next to her brother’s bed uncertainly. 

“You scared me.” Nora hissed a little harshly. 

Dr. Colosso snorted. “You were looking a little worried there.” He whispered. “I was doing you a favor.”

Nora raised an eyebrow. “You’re a supervillain. Villains don’t do favors.”

“Well, look at you being a smart munchkin." 

Nora wrinkled her nose. "Shut up.” She looked back at her brother. “Is he okay?”

Dr. Colosso didn’t respond. 

Nora fidgeted in her place. “Uhh, Dr. Colosso?”

“What? You told me to shut up.”

“Dr. Colosso!”

“Fine fine, yeesh. Kids these day.” The bunny adjusted himself a little in his cage. “Yeah, yeah, the kid’s fine don’t worry too much.”

Nora frowned. “But-”

“He overworked himself a little these past few days, that’s why he’s out like a light. He’ll be back up and running after a little snooze time, so don’t worry that little head of yours.”

Nora relaxed a bit. “Okay then.” She approached Dr. Colosso’s cage. “So, what was he making?”

Dr. Colosso’s mouth did that weird thing it does whenever he smiles. “It’s a surprise." 

Nora felt her lips curl into a pout. Now she wanted to know even more! 

"Well, can you give me a hint?”

“Personally, I think it’s a bit less impressive than what he normally creates, but the simpletons at NASA? They’ll lose their absolute minds.”

“That’s not a hint Dr. Colosso!”

“Well, that’s all I have for ya so why don’t'cha beat it, huh?”

Nora huffed. “Whatever.” She muttered, as she left the room. 

Opening the basement door, Nora was met by her parents and sister in the living room. Her mom was fidgeting a little in the middle of the room while her dad looked concerned. Phoebe was just on her phone.

Her mom stopped moving the moment she saw her. “Nora!” Barb exclaimed. “What took you so long? You’ve been down there for fifteen minutes!”

Nora blinked. “Really?" 

"Yeah.” Hank sat up even straighter. “Did something happen?”

Barb leaned a bit towards her daughter. “Yeah, is your brother okay? Do we need to get down there and check on him? Do we call an ambu-" 

"Mom you’re overreacting.” Phoebe huffed, not looking up from her phone. “If something was wrong Nora would’ve started screaming, like, 10 minutes ago or something.”

Barb didn’t seem too convinced. “Well, how is Max, Nora?”

Nora blinked. “Oh. He’s asleep." 

"Oooh.” Hank nodded. “Well, is he coming up for dinner? Your mom made a casserole.

Nora shook her head. "I doubt it. He didn’t wake up when I stood next to him and waved my hand in his face." 

That gave everyone a pause. Even Phoebe had her fingers hovering over the keyboard of her phone, almost as if she’d frozen. 

"Wait, you mean Max is asleep? Like actually asleep? Like, deep deep asleep?” Hank asked, already halfway off the couch. 

Nora nodded. “Yeah. Dr. Colosso said he overworked himself a bit and that’s why he’s sleeping super deeply.”

Barb frowned. “I see.” She exchanged a look with Hank. “Well, you kids go wait at the dinner table. Your dad and I will check in on Max and come join you in a little bit " 

Nora agreed quietly as she followed Phoebe to the kitchen. She wasn’t surprised her mom and dad were worried. Max has never (to her knowledge) slept so deeply before. Even when he does, he’s almost never still. He keeps on twisting and turning on the bed. That’s how they found him on the floor the couple of times he slept on the couch of the living room. 

She really hoped Max is okay. 

(10 minutes later her mom and dad joined them. Nothing was terribly wrong, at least according to the various first aid scanners they have in their house. Max was just a little too tired, they told her.

Nora was glad he was okay. She would hate not having anyone to talk to whenever Billy wasn’t available.)

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Mr. Thunderman, Your Son is a Rocket Scientist, Part II

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[A/N: Here have the second part of ‘Mr. Thunderman, Your Son is a Rocket Scientist’! I tried my best to give some more background and keep everyone in character! Hope you like it!]

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“Uhhh, what are you doing?”

Max looked up from the invention he was working on, only to blink at the sight of his twin sister standing at the top of the stairs that led to his lair. She was wearing a rather deadpanned look on her face as she gazed at him with a confused and slightly irritated look. Max frowned slightly, as he removed his tinted goggles from his face, and wiped his sweaty forehead.

“Working on an invention. What are you doing here?” The 15-year-old boy answered snidely and rolled his eyes as he moved to take another look at the plans he formulated earlier in the day. Hm, maybe he should change the metal alloy for the wiring, a copper titanium alloy doesn’t seem to be the best choice for what he’s planning-

“Calling you up to dinner, dummy.” Phoebe interrupted his train of thought (rather rudely) as she moved down the stairs and across the room to stand next to him. Her arms were crossed and her right knee was overextended (‘You’re gonna get joint pains at this rate, Pheebs, you should stop doing that.”) as she gave him ‘A Look’.

Max blinked in slight surprise and confusion and looked at the clock in the far corner of his room. He almost cursed when he realized he had spent over 10 hours cooped up in his lair and had missed Lunch. 

Truth be told, Max was the type of person to not care about his health much. If he didn’t have his mom or sister remind him that he needs to eat he can, and will, forget about it entirely. He’s also the type to snack on anything, even if it was over 6 months expired. 

However, at the moment, the excitement and the itch to create were simply too much for him to want to eat or put anything in his mouth, so it was with trepidation that Max looked at his sister’s no-nonsense face and winced internally as he tried to come up with an excuse that would get her to leave him alone, “I’m not hungry-” He started slowly, but Phoebe was having none of it. 

“Please,” His twin rolled her eyes, “I know when you get like this, all inventions and nothing else,” She paused in her speech for a moment before her eyes widened and a flush of embarrassment filled her cheeks, “Not like I care or anything but mom will have both our heads if you don’t eat something!”

“Aw come on, Pheebs! I don’t have time right now!” Max whined as he gestured to the work laid out on the table behind him, waiting to be finished. Phoebe rolled her eyes before she grabbed his right arm and started dragging him up the stairs. Max stared at Colosso desperately as the rabbit watched the scene with malicious amusement. Sometimes, Max forgets that the rabbit is, well was, a villain.

“Your inventions won’t die without you for 15 minutes! Now stop struggling!” Phoebe growled out in irritation when her twin brother dug his heels into the ground and refused to move.

Max rolled his eyes and wrenched his arm free from her grasp, “You don’t get it. The science fair the school is hosting is right around the corner, I need to get this done by-”

“Science fair?” Phoebe interrupted incredulously, “Max that’s next weekend! They gave us a week off to prepare!“ Phoebe’s expression turned confused as she paused in her tracks, "Wait, you usually never participate in those. What’s gotten into you?” Suddenly her eyes narrowed suspiciously, “This isn’t about the science fair I won in elementary school, is it?” She crossed her arms again and tapped her foot impatiently while she glared at him.

“What!?” Max exclaimed in surprise and no little amount of confusion, “No! Phoebe, Robert Lee is a judge on this science fair!” Max stressed.

Phoebe’s nose scrunched in confusion, “So?” She asked dubiously as she tilted her head.

Max felt his jaw drop as shock consumed his body, “You don’t know who Robert Lee is?” Max whispered hoarsely, feeling as though the floor was caving under him.

Phoebe raised an eyebrow at his (extreme-) reaction, “Well, not really. I only know that he works for NASA or something.” She trailed off as Max’s expression got more and more shocked.

“KIDS! DINNER!” Barb’s fed up voice sounded from upstairs. Phoebe’s eyes widened as she realized how long they were taking and quickly turned to Max.

“COMING!” Phoebe bellowed as she seized Max’s arm again and proceeded to drag him to the kitchen.

Max blinked slightly as his sister dragged him into the brightly lit first floor and wrinkled his nose in irritation as the tantalizing smell of food wafted into his nose. 

He replayed the conversation with Phoebe in his mind as he murmured absent-minded greetings and sat at the table with his family, waiting for food to be served. A week off huh? Well, that was more than he needed but he couldn’t afford to slack off! First, he’ll finish his invention, then he’ll allow himself to rest. 

Max ate in silence as idle conversation sparked around the dinner table and he found himself smiling with slight satisfaction and fondness. He wasn’t sure why, but he had an inkling it had to do with his affection for his family members (even if he doubted their affections in return).

In the end, he was kind of glad Phoebe dragged him from his dark lair. Only kind of.

He was still a supervillain after all. Positive emotions weren’t in the job description unless they were evil.

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Colosso watched over Max for the next couple of days as the boy declined the need to eat and sleep in favor of finishing his invention. His mother and sister tried everything but the kid refused to set a foot outside his lair until the thing he was making was finished.

As a technopath, Colosso could understand the attachment to machines. The hum of 'life’ any good piece of technology gives when it first activates is the pride and joy of every creator ever. Being a technopath, somehow, managed to enhance the already exhilarating experience to an all-time high and Colosso often used to find himself in the same position as Max. 

Nowadays his powers, his human emotions, and his freedom to have opposable thumbs were hindered by his animalistic form and, while Colosso remembers the days of being able to create without limits fondly, he can never experience those feelings again. Well, not without being returned to a human being.

And so Colosso watched as Max poured his everything into the invention for three days straight until, finally, the boy wiped his forehead and looked at Colosso with a tired, yet incredibly satisfied, smile.

"It’s done.”

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Mr. Thunderman, Your Son is a Rocket Scientist, Part I (I.e. A Little Snippet But Improved)

[A/N: So I have decided to improve the little snippet I wrote a while ago and add more detail, more background info, and more description. I hope you like it!]

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Original Snippet - Part II - Part III - Part IV

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Max Thunderman was known as many things. Charming, cocky, confident, prideful, smart, intelligent, genius, etc… He’s known as the type of person to strut around the place like a peacock as he showed off everything that he prided himself on. He can, and will, tell you that he owned the place if you dared to question him and that is when his cockiness and pride decide to make themselves known.

Max Thunderman was many things indeed. The one thing that he prided himself on the most though was, easily, being a genius. 

That was a simple fact. It was not him being arrogant. It was not him being prideful. No, none of that.

It was a simple, cold, hard, fact. Although in Metroburg, people didn’t really like to acknowledge that. After all, what makes a hero is their power(s) and the number of people they save or help on a regular basis. Not the number of mind-blowingly complex gadgets they make or the hours of meticulous, painstaking work that they put into making equipment that could potentially save human kind.

That’s the reality of the hero system that Max learned. Nothing matters except the glory. Not the work, not the dedication, and most define not the drive. Just, the glory. 

That reality, that fact, was one of the many reasons why Max decided to become a villain. 

That, and Colosso’s urgings were getting annoying.

Max’s siblings were a different story entirely. They fit in (because they were a  bunch of simple people) and they didn’t need to worry a lot about things like timing the reaction of certain corrosive materials perfectly or wiring the insides of a rocket correctly. They were simple people with simple issues, like social status and the next movie viewing at the cinema. 

What truly separated him and his siblings here in Hiddenville though, was their academic performances. Phoebe excelled academically (and was absolutely amazing with extracurriculars and bonus work) and so did Nora, while Billy was average at best. Max, however, never cared enough about school to legitimately try at anything he took. 

Most people like to think he’s simply lazy, and while yes, he was lazy (what teen isn’t) to Max, school is mostly… a waste of time. After all, why bother learning all those skills if you’re never going to use them later on in your life? It didn’t make sense to just work and learn for over 18 years of your life only to never make use of the skills you acquire! Where was the practicality in that!? 

So in the end, he never really tried at school. Not even when major science events took place (despite his mad love for everything science related), especially since, ‘The nerds will be waaaay too excited and I have a reputation to uphold!’, and so, it was with great surprise that Saturday found Max pacing frantically in his lair looking, for once, incredibly frazzled. 

Max Thunderman was the embodiment of confidence and self-assurance, and he was almost never frazzled! Makes you wonder what happened to make him this, well, nervous.

“Geez kid, what’s got your knickers in a twist?” Colosso asked quite irritably as Max mumbled under his something for the nth time since he woke up.

“It’s just- Colosso, my school is hosting a science fair!” Max stressed as he ruffled his messy hair nervously. The boy was looking, in every sense of the word, sleepy. His hair was mussed up (with stray strands flying in every direction), his clothes were rumpled from sleep, and his face was very tired looking and almost… Wrinkly.

“So? You usually don’t care enough about those!"  Colosso exclaimed irritably as he shifted around his cramped cage.

Max rolled his eyes and, finally, stopped wearing a hole into his floor, "Did you seriously listen to nothing I told you yesterday?” The boy deadpanned.

Colosso’s beady eyes found the ceiling, looking quite interested in the way the architecture looked. Hm, what a nice design indeed!

Max sighed heavily in resignation and dropped on his bed, looking incredibly stressed, “Colosso,” He started slowly, “This year, Hiddenville High is hosting a nationwide science fair. Do you have any idea what that means?!” Max’s voice was tinted with urgency as it went up a few octaves. 

Colosso hm’ ed slightly but, inevitably, shook his head. He would have shrugged, had he been able to, but with this body, he’ll have to settle for more obvious gestures.

Max groaned in irritation and anxiety as he laid back on his bed, his feet dangling off the edge, “World-renowned scientists will be the judges Colosso- Really famous authorized scientists!” He stressed the last word as he ruffled his hair violently. 

Colosso was silent for a moment and Max’s anxiety skyrocketed. He knew he was a genius. He was. After all, no one could create as many gadgets he regularly did and most, if not all, worked. However, he found himself in doubt. Was he skilled enough to impress some of the best scientists the nation (and possibly the entire world-) has to offer? Did he possess enough knowledge to pull off a stunning invention by the time the science fair starts? Was he capable enough to finish an original (and quite possibly life changing) project by the time the fair rolled around? Is he-

“And who are all the… scientists attending this thing?” Colosso’s (contemptful) voice broke Max from his anxiety-induced musings and he found himself struggling to remember the names of the people attending to no avail.

“I wasn’t paying much attention,” Max admitted quietly, “But I do know that Robert Lee is one of the judges." 

"Ah,” Colosso nodded in understanding, “Well then, it’s no wonder you’re stressed! You practically live and breathe that man’s research papers!” The rabbit man exclaimed as he reclined further on his blanket.

Max rolled his eyes and rolled on his side to face Colosso, “With good reason too! That man is one of the best aerodynamic engineers NASA has to offer!” The boy retorted as some anxiety lifted from his chest. 

“And you said he’s going to be a judge in this science fair?”

“Yeah!”

“And how long do you have until then?”

Max bit his lip slightly and rolled on to his back to face the ceiling, thumbs twiddling in slight concern, “I dunno. Didn’t focus much until Principle Bradford mentioned Robert Lee. I’ll just have to ask Phoebe about it.” He stated quietly looking a bit grave.

Colosso nodded slowly, “Alright then, and what will you do for that fair?” He asked curiously.

Max sighed tiredly, “I don’t know. I have over a million ideas that I’m itching to plan out but none of them feel good enough-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.” Colosso interrupted with a stern tone. 

Max blinked and tilted his head to look at his furry best friend, “Wha-”

“Max Thunderman, I’ll come outright and tell you, you’re a genius,” Colosso stressed.

Max furrowed his brows in confusion, “Well, yeah. I already knew that-”

Colosso shook his head, interrupting him for the third time in a row, “You don’t understand what I’m saying, Maxie. You know you’re a genius, right?”

Max nodded, feeling dumb. What was Colosso playing at?

“Then what are you worried about? You designed over 20 rockets and over a hundred different gadgets on your own. I think you’ll be fine.” Colosso stated smugly, proud of his best friend’s (and protege’s) accomplishments.

Max blinked rapidly as he looked at his best friend. Honestly, that kind of belief-

“Thanks, man,” Max choked out quietly (and gratefully).

Colosso puffed out his chest proudly, “Save that! You better start on your project soon. For all we know the fair might be this Monday!” The rabbit joked as Max, for the first time that morning, laughed.

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Max Thunderman’s Hero Costume

So here’s the thing. Max’s hero costume doesn’t work for him. It looks horrible, okay?! You can fight me on that and I will still tell you:

Max Thunderman’s hero costume looks terrible.

First of all, Blue doesn’t work out for him like, at all. It doesn’t give off a good vibe and it’s hideous. 

Second, despite it being a better alternative to that God-awful black underwear thingie, the black pants Max wear clash heavily with the rest of the costume. I heavily dislike seeing people with their shirts inside their pants okay? It looks like Max was too lazy to put on a shirt or dress up probably and it sucks.

Third, the only good thing I can find about the outfit are the shoes. Those things are beautiful, and they are the only redeeming quality that whole outfit has. 

Tl;dr: I hate Max Thunderman’s hero costume. Period.

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Hi! Welcome back!:)

Do you have any headcanon concerning Max?

*cracks knuckles* Oh boy, do I?

Well, first things first, let us start with his personal habits. The show didn't expand much on this but considering that Max is a basically a product of the mad-scientist archetype (diluted), I headcanon that he gets too caught up in his projects to take care of himself. He often needs to have his mom or his sister (Phoebe) remind him to eat and drink (and even sleep)!

Despite all this, he's a pretty hygenic person who take care of his appearance. He does tend to forget to shower if he gets caught up in a project but as soon as he finishes a creating binge, the first thing Max does is take a shower. Then he considering eating or sleeping (depends on his sleepy or hungry he is).

With this we move onto the next headcanon: his eating habits. Max isn't really a foodie. He'd eat anything and everything really. He's not very picky and often fails to notice when his food has gone bad. He can, and will, eat spoiled food without realizing if he's not stopped.

Max is also a perfectionist. A perfectionist to the highest extent in fact. He'd absolutely fail something if it doesn't fit the blueprints in his head. He doesn't settle for good enough. He doesn't say, eh I'll fix it later. If it doesn't work as exactly intended then it's a failure and he needs to scrape it and start from scratch.

(Not sure if this counts as a headcanon but oh well) Max is very ambitious, often working too hard to achieve his goals. Nothing he does is unmotivated by the need to obtain what he wants. His every waking moment is dedicated to that one thing. This is shown a lot in the show but it isn't actively told.

His sleeping pattern is up in the air. Max doesn't sleep a lot because he always, always, feels a need to work. He's not an insomniac, he doesn't have trouble falling asleep or staying asleep. He just doesn't like to sleep. He feels like it's a waste of time, so it's not very often that he falls asleep deeply.

He's also a very light sleeper who'd wake up from the slightest bit of noise. If someone so much as breathed a little bit loudly in his vicinity, Max would wake up in moments. If the room isn't dead quiet and the light as dim as it can possibly be without the room being pitch black then he probably wouldn't stay asleep for long.

These are my headcanons for his personal habits. I'll talk about his relationship with his family (the way I see it disregarding the Thundermans show) and how I feel he'd function in the superhero society without being a villain in later posts! Just don't forget to remind me because it'll probably slip my mind!

Thank you for the ask, and have a nice day!

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Do you think that Max's behavior and his desire to be a villain is due to his parents' treatment of favoritizing his sister?

Hi, anon!

Yeah, absolutely. On more than one occasion, we can clearly see how they tend to prefer Phoebe over Max, and not just recently, since they were little kids. No wonder why he gave up on being a superhero, because there was nothing he could do, when his parents gave Phoebe all their support.

Hank and Barb had demonstrated how much they love every one of their children, but sometimes they do certaing things, that can only be described as bad parenting, resulting in an arrogant and egocentric daughter, that just made things worst as they grew up.

Another example of bad parenting, is when Billy and Nora wanted to be trained at the same age they started Phoebe’s training, but Hank told them she was special. It’s not a mystery she’s Hank’s favorite and Max is Barb’s, but as parents, that’s something they shouldn’t do.

And the worst thing they could do to him, was minimize his feelings and insecurities, by constantly telling him he was going through a phase. He always seems to take this running gag in a funny way, but it was not until the episode Haunted Thundermans came out, that we actually see how much this affects him.

This is the perfect recipe for a tragedy and if the show was for teenagers or adults, like The Boys (Prime Video), I’m pretty sure Max would’ve turned into a villain at the end of season 3. Not a superhero.

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The voices in the map

With the map he just took from Harry, Remus returns to his office.

Harry had said, he had seen Peter on the map. Remus should check that, but there is something about the map that makes his heart clench.

He can hardly speak around the lump in his throat, can’t finish the sentence they came up with what feels like a lifetime ago.

When suddenly, words appear.

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The Marauder’s as vines:

Sirius:

- “So no head?” *Smashes phone*

- “Hey professor?” *Kisses Remus*

- “This song makes me want to suck a dick”

- “This is how I enter my house” “WASSUP FUCKERS!”

- “hey, how much money do you have?”

James: “Like, ¢69”

“You know what that means” 😋

James: “I don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets”

Remus:

- “Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane tortilla”

- “We all die you either kill yourself or get killed”

“What you gonna do?”

- “Stop, I could'a dropped my croissant.”

- “Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book”

Peter:

- “Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I’d sure hope it does”

- “I have a banana peel on the ground and I’m gonna see if it’s slippery like it is in the movies” *falls*

- *shoveling snow* *falls for 2 minutes*

- “I don’t even know which way the Quiznos is”

James:

- “Disgusted, I am revolted, I dedicate my entire life to our lord and savior jesus christ and this is the thanks I get?”

- *gets one of every soda* “fuck you”

- *Takes shots of Listerine*

Sirius in the back: “SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS”

- “So I was sitting there, barbeque sauce on my titties”

All Marauder’s:

Someone: “TURN OFF THE FLASH YOU FUCKING MORON”

*Star Wars intro plays"

The Marauder’s: “woooOOOOOO”

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Sirius + Star Jokes

You know he would!

Sees Professor Trelawney and Regulus in the same corridor, walks up behind his brother. “Oi, the stars have aligned!”

High up on the Astronomy Tower, Professor Sinistra barks, “Use your telescopes to find Sirius.” James and Remus instantly swivel theirs to look at the teenager who’s just like 👉😎👉

“What is the position of Sirius?” “I beg your pardon? That’s between me and Remus!”

“Look! A falling star!” *Faceplants*

“Oh! Everyone’s okay! Thank our lucky stars!” “Thanks, Sirius.” “Cheers, mate.” “Much appreciated.”

“Now, Mr. Snape, what do the stars tell you?” - Trelawney “Bitch.” - Sirius from across the room

“What do you mean, Padfoot ate my homework?” “Wormtail, my mate, my chum, my pal…the writing’s in the stars.”

*On the battlefield, fighting Death Eaters* “You’ve heard of shooting stars! Now, get ready for…” “SIRIUS, WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET A GUN!?”- Moody

Orion: Sirius, Regulus, it’s your mother’s birthday! Honour her! Sirius: