Creative/art blog where I post drawings and writing, some more than most, sometimes not. Fandom related or not. Watch for horror and gore, mix of nsfw and sfw. Triggering material may be present, all will be tagged accordingly.
Needed some sort of self-assured positive thing today to boost confidence. IDK, I feel that it’s a minor change, but I am improving, which is nice to see. Lol
Some Mad Max OC stuff under the cut since I’ve been sitting on this all day and can’t stop adding stuff. I’m worried that I’ll forget some of it at this rate.
- Calls herself Gut because she likes the way it sounds. Technically doesn’t have a name since her parents and the group of wastelanders that she was born into didn’t believe she would live past infancy.
- Appearance wise, she is very lanky and thin. Malnourished. Has dark hair that is kept short and choppy, will sometimes cut it off completely if she finds the right tool(s) to do so. Tends to wear a worn down jacket with a barely stitched together hood, along with a dirty shirt and pants taken off a corpse. Boots are tied to her feet to keep them on.
- Sex repulsed, can’t really tell the difference between romantic and platonic interactions. However, she takes the majority of physical contact as threatening and will retaliate aggressively. However, Gut does seek companionship because she believes that groups of people tend to survive longer and easier, plus isolation for prolonged periods of time starts to effect her mental well-being.
- Has only her thumb, middle finger, and pinkie on her right hand. Lost her pointer in a fight trying to steal supplies, cut off her ring finger herself because she wanted even space between her fingers. She remembers it as being one of the most painful things she has ever experienced, but doesn’t view it as a bad decision. However, because of this, she learned to do things with her left hand primarily.
- Has minimal medical knowledge. Mostly knows how to close up wounds and that if you bleed too much or for too long, it’s very bad.
- Gut comes across as demanding, usually firing off questions in rapid secession and may grow upset if she doesn’t get an answer. However, that’s mostly because of her mistrust of strangers. You can befriend her, but it takes a bit for her to warm up to people. She’s also not one to take a leading role in much, but the way she talks makes it seem like she’s bossing people around when it’s likely that she’s just suggesting something.
- Gut isn’t all that strong physically, but she has a surprising amount of dexterity. Sadly, she usually lacks the weapons to build on that and usually relies on shivs and close-hand weapons that she’s able to pick up.
Yeah, that’s all I’ve got for now. Might add to it when I think of more stuff. But it’s something. Or nothing, idek. Lol
write about a war boy goadin another war boy into smoochin
“’S dead out there. Engines need arev, just somethin’ real quick.”
The pale arms that had him trappedagainst the wall of the small shelter didn’t phase him much, theother war boy not prying his attention away from wrapping up hisfoot, what remained of his toes sticking out of the bloodstainedcloth. Wasn’t his own blood, but with the pain in his foot, it mightas well have been.
“Find someone else,” he grit outafter a bit, using his shoulder to push the other back a bit. “Notin shape to play right now.”
“Somethin’ smaller,” he said,leaning in a little more, only receiving an irritated look in return.That brought about a grin, gaped and stained teeth forming an almostshit-eating grin.
“You keep pushing me, I’ll throw youto the Buzzards myself.”
“Part of me thinks you wouldn’t mindwatchin’ that.”
That got a response, a side-eyed glancewith a small smirk. Things had been dry lately, most they saw was thedust from convoys and the odd war party. Watching some Buzzards pullapart some parties or jump on their camp would be better than whatwas happening currently. He wanted some blood, the sound of crackingbones, but he spent most of his days waiting. Wondered if Stank Gum’sboys got to see more action.
Would take anything over baking out inthe middle of the wastes guarding scraps. There was enough to bevaluable, but nobody was getting brave.
“You’re runnin’ dry, too,” he said,leaning in just a little more, “Can see it on your face, Rot, youwant to see someone leakin’.”
“Then get me blood,” Rot snapped,not bothered by the other’s closeness. Wanted him to leave him be,wasn’t in the mood for this.
“Fight me,” he stated, planting hishands into his shoulders, shoving him back into the shelter a littlebit. Rot let out a small grunt, glaring at him, though a small grincrossed his face.
He wanted to, but his foot was killinghim. Wanted to remove another toe, had to have been rotten with howpainful it was getting. The other war boy seemed to catch on, thegrin on his face falling a little bit, staring at him with somethingalong the lines of annoyance but some sort of understanding as well.
Quickly, he scooted back up close, Rotleaning his head back a little bit.
“Just a quick one on my mouth,” hestated.
It was Rot’s turn to look annoyed onceagain.
“I’ll leave you be,” he continued,“let you come find me next time.”
There were a few moments where heseemed to ponder this, looked like he might just push him off again.Then again, persistence seemed to come easily to the other war boy,and all Rot wanted to do was wrap up his foot and then go sit up withhis leadslinger. With an almost angry sigh, he sat forward andpressed his mouth against his. He opened his mouth a little bit,catching the flesh of the war boy’s lower lip between his teeth andbit down hard. It didn’t take much before he could faintly tasteblood and heard the other war boy let out a small yell, pushing backonce Rot released his mouth.
“Said to find someone else,” hestated, flicking his tongue out to lick at his own lips before heturned his attention back to his foot.
Yet, he didn’t miss the grin thatcrossed the other’s face before he turned and wandered off to anotherpart of the camp.
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