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@completely-nux
guess whoās back
[Hey, if anyone in the Mad Max fandom is a regular blood/platelet/plasma donor (and come on, of all the fandoms, why not us), if you download the free blood donor app, it gives you the option to join a team, and you should definitely join my team, which is calledĀ āWitness Me, Blood Bagā Iām just saying]
[I might become a blood donor solely for this purpose]
Send meĀ šŖ to stab my muse.
Reblog/like this if I am allowed to respond to your starters and ask memes even though our muses barely talked before.
heyyoitsnialler:
*Shy wave* Hulo!
Nux stares for about a second, never having seen a girl from this close before. A decent looking girl, that is. Not at all like the wretched withering in the dusty sand at the bottom of the Citadel. Uncertain of what to say he very slowly mimmics her wave, assuming itās a good gesture. Said gesture is followed by a soft but audible āHi?ā
maskedwarlord:Ā Panic seized Joe as a motor rumbled madly towards Him, fleshy palms slapping searchingly about his middle for a gun, any gun. No luck. As He was testingly balling His hands should the need for close combat arise, Nux appeared in His blurred vision. With that gauntness, the hollowed eyes, skeletal scars - The Immortan briefly thought Death had finally come to carry Him to Valhalla. Eyes refocusing, He was presented with an even more welcome sight - a War Boy. āWar Boy,ā was wheezed, but not without that ever-present commanding tone. Stretching his right hand up towards His maw, He thought better of it as the burned flesh on His shoulders was pulled. There was a hiss of pain. Perhaps a blessing - a War Boy had never gazed upon His unadorned face. An Imperator or two, his Wives, occasionally the Bullet Farmer, and attending War Pups, but that was it. A different path was chosen: a stubby but strong hand carefully wedged a duo of blunt fingers between the horse teeth, prying them open until the terrifying jaw was open in a silent - scream, howl? Divine blood seeped from a small incision on the pad of one finger, coating one of the protruding teeth in crimson. āWhat⦠is your name, My son?ā
Blue eyes flit over the blood he sees. So much blood. Not an unusual sight for any war boy, but never had he -nor anyone he knew- seen a God bleed before. The rough voice stopped Nux from staring too long, jerking his attention back to what really mattered. Blue met grey as he looked the Immortan in the eyes when he -or rather, his position in whatever was left of society- was addressed to show Him that He had his attention. The eye contact only lasted for a split second as the driver quickly averted his eyes and offered the God the canteen of water. Slowly. As if something bad would happen if he moved too quickly. Surprised by the question that follows his eyes momentarily light up with something similar to pride.Ā
āNux. Iām Nux.ā he answers, perhaps a little too excitedly as the confirmation was completely unnecessary. There was no time to waste, though.Ā Nux turns his head to his car and he squints in thought before looking back at the holiness before him. Forming the v8 sign with his hands and bowing his head in respects he voices his suggestion.Ā
āWith your blessing I could get the car closer to you and bring you someplace safe, Immortan.āĀ
@maskedwarlord
Sentence Meme: Illness
"An ambulance is on its way."
"Are you feeling okay?"
"Bless you."
"Call 911!"
"Do you have a tissue?"
"Do you think it's broken?"
"Does that hurt?"
"How long do you have?"
"I don't get sick."
"I don't want to feel like this anymore."
"I hate hospitals."
"I think that's going to need stitches."
"I think you need to talk to someone - a professional."
"I'm contagious."
"I'm going to be sick."
"I'm not crazy!"
"I'm not going to make it."
"It hurts!"
"It's just a cold."
"Ugh, my head feels like it's about to explode."
"We need to get you to a doctor."
"What's the prognosis?"
"You're burning up."
"You're sending me to a shrink?"
"You're sick."
I have returned yet again and itās been so long that I kind of want to cry because #mediocre. I had to slow down for a bit as things in real life kept bumping me off the road but lately Iāve slowly been regaining speed. And it kind of hurts that Iāll have to leave again in a very short week. I donāt know for how long. Maybe weeks, maybe months. I can no longer promise anything other than that I will do my best to get back to whatever is left of the fury road fandom.Ā
I also feel like I let people down a lot and, well, I probably really did. To those people; Iām sorry from the deepest pit of my heart.Ā
All thereās left to do for me is try. So I will.Ā
Ayyyy
I have returned after spending a long while away from Tumblr. Iām still as slow as ever with replies since Iām working on some adoptables and I have a cosplay event coming up in three months plus appointments har and thar. However I will get back to threading and reply to threads.Ā
Sadly i had to get my phone back to its factory settings so I lost my log in things for my soleil and James kidd blogs. I will try to recall what it was but I canāt promise anything.Ā
Anywoof itās good to be back!
@completely-nux:
Mulling over the otherās few words he decides to leave it be. Asking if the Immortan knew of the man being down here would be of no use. There were way too many people to keep track of around here. Arcade looked too healthy and well kept to be a wretched, so he guessed it should be fine.
āāM Nux.ā he introduces himself instead, not closing the distance between them.
Questions wouldāve probably been understandable enough in the long run. Arcade was still virtually a stranger amongst these people, an outsider, and while he didnāt want for it to change considering a death cult really was rather low on his list of things he was interested in he knew what rights he had were utterly devalued here. Perhaps unsurprisingly enough given the nature of the wasteland.
However this one⦠this one did not invade back into his personal space even after the minor enough collision. Curiosity burned his the blond manās gaze, considerate and weighty, for a moment before he finally answered back. āIām Arcade.ā
Thankfully that, his name, hadnāt been taken from him.
'Arcade..' He repeats to himself, a simple murmur to attempt better success saving it in his rusted and sickness worn mind. Not like it mattered much, probably. It could very well be that they would never see one another again after this.
His eyes flit over to the bloodshed, still trying to place the other. He still had hair. And clothes. So he probably wasn't a war boy, imperator, nor wretched. That'd only leave two options as far as Nux knew.
'You a doctor or a bloodbag, then?' He asks, eyes back on Arcade. Perhaps it was a bit of a blunt question, and not very well mannered to call him a bloodbag, but he's still a war boy after all.
He gasps when he trips, hitting the ground with a thump and muffledĀ āoomph!ā. Realizing the other apparently wasnāt quite done with him just yet he growls and kicks back with his other foot in an attempt to get Raka to let go of him.
It takes more than that to pry Raka loose. They donāt call him the Butcher of Blackrock for butter-fingers. He yanks the driver in closer, taunting him.
ā Cāmon, O shiny driver! Whereās your fire?ā
He he finishes speaking, her sinks his teeth into Nuxās ankle like itās a hunk of fresh meat.
Not having expected such a move and giving that raka had a good set of jaws and the teeth to go with it Nux lets out a yell. Sure, he has had worse, but this wasn't very pleasant to say the least.
Not surprised at the possibility of the imperator taking an eye for an eye and gnaw off his entire foot, he curls up in order to reach the other, clawing at him and tries to go for Forky's eyes instead.
You⦠Let Morsov get close to your buggy?..
He said something about getting it ready for war! Didnāt know heād hack it to pieces and replace every part of it! Doesnāt even look like herself anymoreā¦
'Well.. It does look like you can fang some buzzards with it now, at least.'
šŖ {for completely-nux, if you're interested! c: }
@completely-nux
Another quarrel with His Most Beloved, His Splendid One, led the Immortan on a solo ride. Typically, trusted Imperators would be keeping a careful eye on His journey, but seemingly none had noticed His departure - stalking straight to His private garage from the Vault. That was just fine, if anything happened the imposing God could hold His own.
And of course something DID happen, and perhaps His age did slow Him now. These bitter thoughts plagued His aching mind, a welcome distraction from the unforgiving Wastes Sun scorching down. A trio of Rock Riders - far from their territory - had closed in on the imposing Gigahorse seemingly out of nowhere. Did they know who it was that drove this elegant death machine? Foolhardy, but a welcome challenge. A sharp jerk to the left, and then whipping back to the right easily dispatched two of the weak riders and their pitiful bikes. The last one Joe decided to end with a bullet - but not before the degenerate launched a grenade atop the Gigahorse.
Now here the downed Lord was, sprawled and burnt harshly, bleeding and blistering openly, entirely up his back. The scorching curving up to His chest - the carapace disgustingly melted to his heaving form. If He was not found, He would certainly die. If He was, He still might perish later from the infections surely already squirming through His flesh. Little did he know one of His loyal War Boys was on a solo ride of his own, and quite nearby.
The sound of the nearby explosion was more than enough to get Nux's attention, revved up as he was and ready for battle if needed even without his lancer. Making a sharp turn the tires of his car slip on the sand only momentarily before he speeds off to where he could still see a cloud of smoke.
Upon approach worry grows in his chest faster than any sickness ever could as he lays eyes on whatever is left of the majestic giga horse. Hastily getting out of his own car the driver nearly trips over his own feet, falling to his knees in the sand next to their god.
'Immortan!' He addresses Him, clearly quite panicked as he does not dare to touch him all that much. First he settles for unlooping the thin piece of cable keeping a water canteen attached to one of his belts.
Biting his scarred lower lip the fingertips of his free hand brush against the mask on Joe's face trying to figure out a safe way to possibly remove it. Nux had never really been this close to the now injured warlord before, and he surely didn't want to bestow the God's wrath over himself by messing up.
Admire my steed. Saw him and fell in love instantly. Got him today, so Iāll ofcourse be busy with him but I should be able to get replies done in the mornings!
laughs and sweats nervously im so sorry Iām very, very busy and it will probably stay that way for a little while. Iāll draft my threads on all blogs and try my hardest to get replies done. Slowly, probably, but Iāll get there I promise. Especially once things settle down. Again, so sorry and thank all of you for bearing with me!
Max and Nux casually petting each other nbd
Well I had to buy two separate pillows and Iāll have to sow the bottom shut but SUCCESS! I FINALLY HAVE MY LIZARD!! @rannef-art @quinacridonecrow @rainbowgirlvals @cimerii @molotov-polecat @completely-nux
-whispers- that's my wheel.