War Pup

//21+Mun w male pronouns/side blog of @BeastlyPersuasion////7yr old Pup//- Violent content (fighting)-NO SEXUAL ANYTHING with Puphe's just a bby >:(- Will tag by request- Mixed length replies/doodles [HIATUS: indefinite]

[amcmrkgk]

[leapxofxfaith-deactivated201812]

/I saw that ‘not my cat’ post, and I suspect War Pups might be like that…

“Woke up with this little one hogging the blanket. I don’t have a Pup.”

“Found Pup playing in the driver’s seat, he said he was going to be a driver like me. I think I’m now a big brother.”

“Dozed off while getting blood, found these two on my lap. I guess I’ve got Pups now.”

“Very helpful Pup bought me my toolbox. I’ve never seen him before.”

[fearlesswarpup]

//I know it would never fit in the time line, but…

MAX AND TINY TEETER TOTTERING TODDLER PUP!SPROG.

[terminalxcrazy-deactivated20230]

((TOO SMOL))

[fearlesswarpup]

Tiny pup bringing him a squished lizard of questionable origin to eat.

Tiny pup chasing Dog and going splat cuz he can't balance for a lotta steps yet.

Tiny pup holding Max's hand and waddling off to show him to Mi'ma.

Tiny pup papping Max's scruffy cheeks and cracking up because What Is Face Hair.

Tiny pup definitely the lil monster Sprog Max remembers, no matter how impossible, and Max won't let the war boys have him.

[fearlesswarpup]

//I know it would never fit in the time line, but... MAX AND TINY TEETER TOTTERING TODDLER PUP!SPROG.

[inkyako]

1, Furiosa and a war pup

this was a cute request!

[lovelydenmother]

fearlesswarpup

Pup finally seeing one of the Milk Mothers (Lovely >u>) up close for the first time, tho…

[fearlesswarpup]

//He would be so shy it'd be ridiculous, but you'd hafta pry him off the mamma's lap once he was there.

[fearlesswarpup]

//Max ( terminalxcrazy ) having the sudden realization that "Mi'ma" is short for "Milk Mamma" because the pups just don't know any better and mean it in a fond almost awestruck way because the Milk Mothers are low key worshipped but rarely seen by war boys who never go to the top floors. ( capablequeen )

[fearlesswarpup]

//Slit trying to get Pup dressed n painted for an unexciting round of chores and being like "quit makinm faces, ya look jus' like a feral." terminalxcrazy

[fearlesswarpup]

He hadn’t Witnessed them. Not a single one. He’d fallen down, scrambled, hid and curled up tight when the spiked rigs started exploding all around. The big brothers came to help but sent hot metal raining over everyone.

Pup continued to stare, dull eyed and silent. Shivering. His fingers curled loose in the Fool’s shirt when he turned them away.

[terminalxcrazy-deactivated20230]

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” He pressed a gentle kiss to PupSprog’s forehead. “C’mon. C’mon, let’s go.”

The leg looked like it needed more attention. He could do that somewhere else. Should’ve gone somewhere cleaner, but he headed for the car. Safe place. He needed that now. “You’re okay. You’re okay. Shh…”

[fearlesswarpup]

Pup didn't feel ok. Not ok, not safe, because they'd been safe with their big brothers and now they were dead. Just dead. Unnamed, unwitnessed, unable to go to Walhalla.

He rubbed his blood smeared face against the shoulder of Max's shirt. Inhaled. Abruptly burst from silence into loud tears.

[fearlesswarpup]

Wash Day

[terminalxcrazy-deactivated20230]

“Some of us like wearing shirts.” More complicated than that, really. “Got some scars. People stare. Don’t like it.” Must’ve been a foreign concept to someone like him. The older ones wore their scars with pride. Gave them to themselves.

Then again, giving them yourself was different then having them given to you.

Pup pulling at his hand drew him from his thoughts. The realization that he hadn’t put the pants on brought Max’s smile back, for a heartbeat. “Pants first.”

[fearlesswarpup]

Pup huffed. “M'not gonna LOSE ‘em,” as though that were Max’s concern. He still stopped to stoop, sticking his feet in- taking them out, sticking them back in the correct legs- and tugged the oversized cargos up his hips.

[terminalxcrazy-deactivated20230]

“I know, but you can’t. Mi’ma won’t be happy if she sees you without pants.” Capable, he knew now that was what Pup called her. Still hadn’t found out what it meant. “Think I’m not taking care of you.”

It was an offhanded comment. A comment that felt like stabbing himself in the chest.

[fearlesswarpup]

"I can take care'a me!" Pup said, hanging off Max's arm for a moment and then pulling. "I can take care'a you too! Imma full life, Organic said so!"

A little wet paint still pooled at the pup's lower back, rinsed but not scrubbed like his upper half.

The brand was in place at the back of his neck, like any pup old enough to train with his young peers. The dark words placed at the dip of his spine, lightened by streaks of white, were much less common.

Same blood type as his old man.

[fearlesswarpup]

Someone had started to wrap gauze around one of the pup’s legs before more urgent assistance was needed elsewhere. Pup’s lip was fat and bloody, legs and chest seeming to have the worst of his shallow cuts and burns, but he didn’t react to being scooped into the Fool’s arms.

His eyes were fixed on the still line bodies by the far wall. Too far away to make out faces or features. Some too small to be war boys. None were covered; it wasn’t their way; but there were ‘boys standing watch with laced fingers.

[terminalxcrazy-deactivated20230]

He wasn’t sure who he was thanking. Whoever was listening, he guessed. Whoever had kept the kid his son the kid his son safe. Eventually, words came. First soft shushes. Then, “Hey, hey.” Then, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I’ve…”

It smelled like blood. As he moved, gently rocking PupSprogPup in his arms, he caught sight of what the boy was looking at. Felt sick all over again. “Hey…hey, don’t look at that…don’t…”

[fearlesswarpup]

He hadn't Witnessed them. Not a single one. He'd fallen down, scrambled, hid and curled up tight when the spiked rigs started exploding all around. The big brothers came to help but sent hot metal raining over everyone.

Pup continued to stare, dull eyed and silent. Shivering. His fingers curled loose in the Fool's shirt when he turned them away.

[terminalxcrazy-deactivated20230]

He couldn’t talk.

Wanted to scream, wanted to ask someone if they’d seen this one War Pup, just the one, but the words weren’t coming. So he ran. Shaking, eyes darting around, trying to find him, trying to…

Please, please, no, not again, not…

He caught sight of SprPupSprogPupSprog on the other side of the room. Still moving. Alive.

He didn’t remember running across the room. Just knew that suddenly he was there, scooping up the boy into his arms. Not saying anything. Shaking. Struggling to breathe.

[fearlesswarpup]

Someone had started to wrap gauze around one of the pup's legs before more urgent assistance was needed elsewhere. Pup's lip was fat and bloody, legs and chest seeming to have the worst of his shallow cuts and burns, but he didn't react to being scooped into the Fool's arms.

His eyes were fixed on the still line bodies by the far wall. Too far away to make out faces or features. Some too small to be war boys. None were covered; it wasn't their way; but there were 'boys standing watch with laced fingers.

[fearlesswarpup]

“Shh… Shh, I’m here… It’s okay, it’s over…”

The pup’s face was buried in her shoulder, both hands wrapped in the light fabric of her top.

The little field trip into the sands hadn’t gone quite as planned. Buzzards were testing the grip of her rule over the roads more and more these days, firing on trade and war parties alike, but this had been… Bad.

No one had expected an attack to slip in so close to the Citadel. Especially not aimed at a group of pups and their instructor.

Pup had only been scooped up by the Imperator by chance in the aftermath, sharp debris picked from his legs and arms and chest. He was bleeding, but faring much better than a number of his young peers.

There were bodies. Big, small, pale, buzzard. A damned massacre had broken out in the confusion. Ace was helping collect them all, shaking his head and waving for Furiosa to herd the survivors back to the rig. Back to the Citadel, back up top where the Boys could take stock of their losses.

Pup didn’t peek from his hiding place against her shoulder. Not once.

[fearlesswarpup]

terminalxcrazy, if ya didn't see this event.

[fearlesswarpup]

//Holy shit. Max losing it over the attack on the pups, everyone assuming it's just an extreme reaction to a horrific event because nO ONE KNOWS ONE OF THEM WAS MAYBE HIS SPROG AND HE CAN'T FIND SPROG AND HE'S SURE SpROG SAID SOMETHING ABOUT A FIELD LESSON- And the pup is finally located in the infirmary all bandaged up and you couldn't pry that kid away from him with a crowbar and Furi has to have a talk because this is not normal behavior. Especially not Max Behavior. [ terminalxcrazy / jobassaschild ]

[i-heart-war-boys-deactivated201]

The War Pup Watch

Welcome to another edition of: Sad headcanons with Tane! So you know how sleepwalking is kind of relatively common in children? War pups sometimes sleepwalk, once in a while, nobody really pays them any attention. One time, a war pup walked right off one of the platforms of the citadel and ever since then a group of war boys put together a night watch to look over the war pups in case it happened again. A lot of them also have night terrors and night fevers, dying in the night is common. The watch are the first to know. Some of them began providing relief if they spot a war pup/boy in distress, bringing them water, sitting with them…and also, witnessing them if it comes to that. Every watch war boy hides this fact and is sure he is the only one doing it, until one came out and everyone kind of hung their heads. It then became a thing, and another part of the watch duties. The war pups feel more safe knowing there is always someone awake. Sometimes there are no war boys in the citadel (if there is war things going on) and the war pups work out a watch amongst themselves.

- War pups dragging their sleepwalking buddies by the belt of their pants back into their cuddle piles. - Watch war boys being sleepy during the day and screwing up their tasks, other war boys covering for them And another thing

In the scene with Nux where the war boys are getting transfusions, we can see there is a war pup standing by almost every war boy with an IV in their arm. My guess is they are like nurses, and help Organic out. They are there so that the war boys know they will be witnessed for sure if they pass out and don’t wake up during that session. War pups don’t even truly know the meaning of witness yet, but they do it anyway.

I am a shit human being and I will escort myself out now…

[wasteland-scraps]

But no no no. If they don’t truly understand “witness” yet, but they still say it… you know how kids are. The Witness would become some kind of ghost. A guardian spirit, a creature who comes when you’re about to die. Maybe the thing that sits on your chest and drinks your breath out of you, taking you away. Their little chants are to summon the Witness, free their big brothers from the pain.

[slitthelizardking]

I’m including this in my growing file of Citadel ghost stories and fairy tales.

[evelyncoconnell-deactivated2017]

AWWWWW

[fearlesswarpup]

Get down from there!

"What?" Pup called back down, hands cupped to his mouth as he crouched on the railing.