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[johannesviii]

Mad Max Fury Road + text posts and tweets (this had been sitting on my key, unfinished, since 2015)

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[hellionpolecat]

This playthrough I’ve been abusing the Capture Mode to take screenshots of Stank’s booty. Also I like the detail on his knife sheaths.

[hellionpolecat]

@daddiesgonnadie Haha I made this screenshot months ago and I think you would like to see dat ass.

[hellionpolecat]

headcanon bullshit

Hey who wants some headcanons about my obscure OC/Canon ship because I’m too lazy to write fanfic? Nobody? OKAY HERE WE GO

Belladonna and Stank Gum have a very convoluted kinda fucked up relationship. He definitely likes her more than she likes him but she still has some weird unexplainable affection for him. It’s also non-monogamous because neither of them likes each other that much.

Somehow, despite the odds being heavily stacked against both of them, Stanky gets Belladonna knocked up. Her reaction is to not tell him and let him think it was someone else’s when he finds out.

Miraculously she gives birth to a healthy baby girl whom she names Azalea, after another poisonous plant. 

Stank Gum finds out Azalea is his when she’s about three and he notices that adorable toddler with big green eyes looks an awful lot like him. He’s not happy with Belladonna to say the least. 

[hellionpolecat]

@theoutcrier I found a song for Gatt lol

[hellionpolecat]

This playthrough I’ve been abusing the Capture Mode to take screenshots of Stank’s booty. Also I like the detail on his knife sheaths.

[hellionpolecat]

Like her sister Mearl/Hedlites, Comfort’s most noticeable feature is her large eyes. When she later joins the War Boy ranks thanks to Belladonna, the boys start calling her ‘Blinky.’  She absolutely hates it.

[hellionpolecat]

You remember Mearl-Myrtle, now meet her sister (and possible twin) Comfort! They were separated as children; after Comfort was sold to Thrall Rustlers by their parents, Mearl was taken and raised by their alleged grandmother Oma. Comfort eventually became a concubine in Gas Town where she was later bought and employed by Belladonna, Scrotus’ half-sister. 

[hobespierre-deactivated20190106]

“You’ve got this rage within you. Where does it come from?”

“Uh… surprise. Women have that.”

[ghostofashina]

one perfect shot:

josh helman as slit [mad max: fury road]

[hellionpolecat]

For Syrup: What boosts your OC’s confidence the most? For Hellion: Does your OC have any irrational phobias?

Syrup is pretty flattered when people come to her for help because they feel like they can rely on her. She likes knowing that people trust her to help them with their problems.Hellion is probably the most afraid of being vulnerable, and of being seen as vulnerable. She builds walls around herself to keep that from happening.

[hellionpolecat]

Tinkered around with Mearl/Hedlites and Moon’s models just a tiny bit, plus I just wanted to post them again because I’m so proud of how they turned out. I also figured out how to change the lighting on Fuse so they don’t look all weirdly shiny.

[hellionpolecat]

EDIT: Gave Mearl blue eyes and made her freckles more visible! I think she looks much better!

[hellionpolecat]

The Honey Trap

because who doesn’t love an AU featuring the world’s oldest profession?

The Madam Belladonna - oversees and makes sure everything runs smoothly, fiercely protective of the girls

The Security Hellion - mostly works the door and makes sure everyone turns in their weapons before entering. Red and Tank - stand guard nearby to keep unruly guests in line or throw them out

The Girls (and Guy) Syrup - also works as their resident healer Mearl - makes most of the meals Moon Angel Goblin Ghoul - the only dude.

The Rest Fiona - custodian, seamstress, cooks when Mearl’s busy. does not interact with ‘guests.’ Drool - Belladonna’s Imperator and right hand man

House Rules - No weapons

- No excessive roughness with the girls

- No fighting, take it outside

- No Buzzards

- Any ferals brought along must be properly restrained and muzzled

- Off-duty girls or other staff are to be left alone unless invited

Misc - Most guests know and follow the rules but the girls have weapons hidden in their rooms just in case

- Nobody who seeks employment at the Honey Trap is required to be a prostitute but they should have a skill to offer that will help the business run

- The Honey Trap’s main clientele is War Boys and Wasteland big-wigs and warlords. Sometimes they take other guests if they have something good to trade.

[hellionpolecat]

You know you’re running out of ideas when you come up with a Wasteland brothel AU for your army of OCs.

[hellionpolecat]

theoutcrier:

Caught in the Headlights

He nodded and plucked a different pistol from the gun pile and handed it to Mearl. He went back to cleaning and putting the other gun together as he watched her, sometimes giving pointers and additional info on who’s gun she had. “Piston’s an ass, but he keeps a gun well enough! Rare his pistol ends up ‘ere, hehe.”

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

[theoutcrier]

Feeling her hand on his was almost surreal at that moment. Gatt smiled down at their hands and gently curled his fingers. Grease-stained and rugged as they were from the gun repairs, he was happy for the contact.

Everyone who had a brain in them knew Warboys were mostly contact driven when it came to becoming close to another person. Sleeping in one place, slaps or tussles, an occasional hug for a split second- all touch was precious. For a Warboy who had been ostracized from touch, Gatt was starved for it. He gently lay his other hand over hers and patted it, “Yer a- what did the old world people say? Yer a real peach.” He chuckled.

[hellionpolecat]

Mearl blushed, looking down at her small hand between both of his. She knew how tactile the boys were, Winch was always ruffling her hair the other boys slapping her on the back. It didn’t make her feel how she did when he touched her.

“Heh, thanks, you’re, un, I like you too. I mean- you’re, you’re a good friend.” She giggles nervously, patting the topmost hand that covered hers.

[hellionpolecat]

theoutcrier:

Caught in the Headlights

He nodded and plucked a different pistol from the gun pile and handed it to Mearl. He went back to cleaning and putting the other gun together as he watched her, sometimes giving pointers and additional info on who’s gun she had. “Piston’s an ass, but he keeps a gun well enough! Rare his pistol ends up ‘ere, hehe.”

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

[theoutcrier]

The Warboy listened intently, trying to understand what was being said in the way it was meant too. So there was an..Oma, and she was special to Mearl. The necklace is a symbol of that and there is loss. “I miss too- Shotty, I mean. I miss Shotty… Maybe he was like yer Oma? I don’t ‘member nobody b’fore Shotty. Juss looked up and saw ‘im.”

Gatt nods once more, digging in his deep pant pockets for something. He grumbled when he can’t seem to find what he was looking for. “I had a thing from Shotty…but I can’t find it..” His brows furrowed but he didn’t do much else, having already gone partially numb towards those memories.

[hellionpolecat]

“Maybe! I don’t remember anyone else before Oma either.“ She looks at him, watching him. “It’s okay...” It is a little self-serving when she reaches and touches his hand, but mostly to comfort him. “If you still remember someone, sometimes that’s all ya need.”

[hellionpolecat]

theoutcrier:

Caught in the Headlights

He nodded and plucked a different pistol from the gun pile and handed it to Mearl. He went back to cleaning and putting the other gun together as he watched her, sometimes giving pointers and additional info on who’s gun she had. “Piston’s an ass, but he keeps a gun well enough! Rare his pistol ends up ‘ere, hehe.”

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

[theoutcrier]

Gatt smiled softly as he listened to her and worked on the guns steadily. He nodded his head, “Ye, I undastand havin’ a shower around. Mine was named Bloodshot, or Shotty, went by both really. He was my initiate brother. Long gone now, drained dry after his leg got hacked off by Top Dogs an fed to tha ferals. Schrapnel was a good frienda mine an’ Shotty’s…not so much anymore.”

When though the hurt in his chest was there, Gatt enjoyed chatting with Mearl. Most warboys were into car parts and talking dirty, rarely ever about just general things, info things or feeling things. It felt good to talk about Shotty after years of trying to forget about what happened him.

[hellionpolecat]

“Sorry to hear.” Mearl nods sadly, knowing that pain all too well. “Before I ended up at the camp, and before my old tribe, I was with my Oma. She raised me, taught me everything I know about findin good scrap, how to make things. She made this for me,” She held up her necklace, made up of many different beads and things. Since she mentioned it she quickly kissed the necklace for luck.

“But she was real old, an’ at one point she left me with my tribe, said I was old enough to look after myself, she prepared me for it. Then she left, never saw her again.” She quickly wiped her eyes. “Miss her every day.”

[hellionpolecat]

theoutcrier:

Caught in the Headlights

He nodded and plucked a different pistol from the gun pile and handed it to Mearl. He went back to cleaning and putting the other gun together as he watched her, sometimes giving pointers and additional info on who’s gun she had. “Piston’s an ass, but he keeps a gun well enough! Rare his pistol ends up ‘ere, hehe.”

“Hm.” Mearl mumbles to herself quietly as she repeats what she saw him doing, listening when he offered tips on how to do it. It was a simple enough process to remember and once it was cleaned she had it put back together soon enough. “There, how’s that?”

[theoutcrier]

Now it was the large Warboy’s turn to blush. He pursed his lip and looked down at the guns to avoid fixating on his heating cheeks. God dammit those freckles were adorable! Mearl didn’t cover them up with all the warpaint most Warboy’s dose themselves in and…he had to admit that it was nice. Gatt never thought he’d have a thing for such small features but having seen her freckles up close earlier that morning it was hard to ignore the adorable tan speckles as she tied her hair back.

Again his chest lurched with a surge of selfishness but he quelled it by repeating to himself that they were coming to get her for sure now. No use getting attached.. remember..shrapnel..

[hellionpolecat]

“I thought I’d miss my hair when I become a full War Boy, but maybe that won’t be so bad. Just gets in the way of working.” Mearl spoke up as she worked, mostly to make conversation and distract from her feelings. “I’d even do it while I’m here, but I promised Winch I’d let him shave it. He’s going to be my initiate brother, you know.”

It was weird to picture herself, painted white, her hair gone. The only way she’d be recognizeable is by the big scar on her cheek. On that day, she probably wouldn’t be Mearl anymore. Just Hedlites.

“Winch is pretty shine. He was the first who was kinda nice to me, got me out of the cage and started showin me what was what.” She smiled, even though she missed her friend. “Kinda like a big brother, I guess...”