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So I ended up drawing Nux like a Disney Prince. Whoops.
I want him to have a song about being awaited in Valhalla where he makes that skull sing back to him.
Oh also Slit is grumpy throughout the entire thing.
are you trying to tell me that Nux ISN’T a Disney prince?
Nux follows the woman after a moment of hesitation, twisting his fingers around one another. His strides bring him to the door quickly, and he ducks inside after her. There’s not...too much left, Nux notes, but he should be able to scrounge up something to nibble on that hasn’t gone bad yet And even then, something with a bit of mould is better than nothing at all.
While she’s busy, Nux busies himself with touching all the things, picking up bits and baubles only to set them down shortly after fiddling with them. “I can help ya get back t’yer sisters then?” It’s phrased like a question, Nux still wary about the fact he’s intruding on someone else’s space no matter how temporary.
He offers her a friendly smile, scars accented with the quirk of his mouth. “Name’s Nick, call me Nux. S’what my friends do,” he says, shrugging and leaning forward against the checkout counter in the front of the store. “Lost my best mate, zombies split us up early on. I’m still lookin’ fer him though. Figure he’s still alive, all hardy an’ shit. Can’t shoot fer shit but he’s mad good with a machete.”
Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase
(creator note: I recommend 3-10 sentences but go for a longer piece if you really feel it! Replace pronouns as needed for the character / point of view)
don’t leave
this was a mistake
[I] trusted [you]
one chance
help
illusion
silent fury
sunbathing
falling
righteous
drastic
candles
too loud
overgrown
trembling hands
in dreams
empty
flinders
sea change
alone, finally
collapse
nap
sated
tender
senseless
how dare [you]
hide
something about [them]
sweat
harsh whisper
breeze
dust motes
saccharine
bauble
filthy
total control
defy
soak
accursed
pet
comfort food
savior
undone
cheap
svelte
shimmer
crave
rampage
nightfall
accost
She was breathing heavily, the new silence coming to her ears as she watched the last of the dead crumple beneath their haze of bullets. He was a good shot this man and her eyes were immediately drawn to him when he let the emptied hand gun tumble to the ground. She knew it was empty, she’d counted off the rounds, despite herself. She was wary, in the back of her mind, knowing what human nature was like even though she desperately hoped this man was different.
When she looked to him, those beautiful blue eyes were brimmed with tears and surprise colored her face. He looked to her, so much gratefulness in his features. He was shaking, she realized, setting her rifle on the hood of the car, sliding over to crouch beside him as he rubbed his face and his head and tried to come down of the adrenaline high. He spoke to her then, rambling for a moment before apologizing, offering some sort of repayment, though he’d have to repay over time. Suddenly his face seemed even paler than before, a new emotion flooding his face as he buried his head in his hands, slumping against the vehicle.
“Oh no, no no,” Capable said, reaching out for him. Her hands touched warm, fevered flesh and she pulled his face from his hands. She smiled at him when she could see those eyes again and she used the heel of her hand to brush the tears from his face. “It’s okay, really. We’ve got to look out for each other out here. Not enough of us left,” she said easily, holding his face still. She knew now she had made the right decision and she couldn’t help but this that maybe, things really did happen for a reason.
He’s safe, at least for now. Nothing to worry about. But Nux can’t stop the residual fear coursing through his body immediately, can’t just come down from his adrenaline high. With a few shaky but measured breaths, the pale, lanky man lowers his hands at the stranger’s insistence. There’s relief there in his shockingly bright blue eyes, pride, and respect for this literal stranger who saved his hide.
It’s so hard not to press his face into her hand and just cry out his grievances, because she doesn’t seem the kind of person who would judge him for that. Not now. But he doesn’t, because Nux needs to be strong for the family he hopes in his heart is still alive, and for himself, and especially now for this woman who is seeing him at his weakest.
With a soft noise, Nux nods slightly, not trying to pull his face away. “S’just hard sometimes. ‘Specially now,” he murmurs, voice rough with so many more unshed tears. He raises a hand and lays it over the back of the woman’s, revels in this human touch, before he gently removes it so he can sigh and stand. He grabs for the two guns before doing so, one simply empty and the other busted; never know when you’ll need the latter for parts, after all.
Nux glances over to the gas station, rubbing above the back of his t-shirt over the old gang brand there, tugging the fabric up a little self consciously. “Don’t wanna impose, honestly, but ya think...I can stay here jus’ a bit? I’ll only be here fer a few days, promise. And...and I can make m’self useful! Fortify, go out fer supply runs, keep ya safe by takin’ night watch,” Nux offers, looking at the woman on the car.
There’s an air of manic energy beginning to surround him, a need to please, and a hint of pleading in his voice. For all he looks like a parody of a skeleton, already dead, a thug (which, to be honest, he sort of is), he also looks desperate.
Nux takes another moment to just...look at her. Oh, geeze, she’s so pretty, and she’s nailing zombies like a fucking pro. But now is not the time to gawk, because soon she’s handing him her handgun, and so many words of thanks are on his lips. Nux doesn’t discard of his busted gun, might can use it later and take it apart for the materials, but he lets it drop in lieu of an actual working defence.
“Yeah...gonna shred ‘em!” Nux enthuses, clicking off the safety and taking aim. If there’s one thing Nux is, it’s a pretty decent shot. Maybe not as great as the woman perched above him, not even as great as his best friend (and only God knows where he is right now, Nux thinks with clenching in his chest), but he didn’t survive this long without learning a thing or two.
The next few corpses are easy to take out from this vantage, and Nux uses the car to steady his slightly shaking arms. He’s got his tongue poking out from between his lips now, lankly limbs outstretched, and handgun firing away. Whatever he doesn’t get in the head, he trusts this stranger to finish the job. And he’s right. She’s good, and she saved him.
When the last of the dead fall, Nux finally lets the now emptied gun fall from his trembling fingers, bringing both hands up to rub over his face and across the expanse of his shaven head. The shaking intensifies as the adrenaline rush wanes, spreading from his hands to his arms to his shoulders, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes when he looks up at the woman who’d saved him. “Thought I was dead. If ya hadn’t’a been here, I woulda...”
Nux chokes back the rest of what he’s about to say. Woulda been eaten alive. Killed. Turned. “Um, s-sorry. I uh. I can repay ya. Over time I mean. I don’t got nothin’ on me now. Had to run ‘fore they caught me.” Oh, he probably sounds so ungrateful. Nothing but a bottle cap in his pocket and a busted handgun. Nux covers his face and slumps down against the car, head lowered.
Nicholas Hoult at The BBC on October 23, 2015 in London, England.
Nux doesn’t realise she’s there until she has him, her cold hands startling him as he’d only intended to make his way back to Slit; alone. The first reaction is to lash out, swing a long arm around and try to nail the attacker that’s got him pressed up against the wall. He’s not fast enough, and she’s too strong. How can something so tiny be so powerful?
And then she’s there, cheek against his chest, fingers trailing over his collarbones and the recognition hits him so fast that he’s dizzy with it. This is one of them, the Immortan’s treasures. What is she doing down here? Why would she corner anyone, least of all his tall, skeletal self? Warboys are dangerous and he could have hurt her, and then...and then.
Her mouth is pressed up against his arm, and something seems not right. Nux feels like he’s prey, a very unsettling sensation that tingles at the back of his neck and sets all of his senses alight with the urge to fight or run. He can’t fight, not against one of Joe’s wives, and honestly, if he tries to run...Nux feels the strength being used to keep him against the wall and it’s terrible. Something so fragile should not have the capacity to do this.
“What...?” Nux rasps, voice momentarily lost. He clears his throat, feels something that reminds him of the needles Organic uses to hook him up to bloodbags for transfusions against the flesh of his arm, except he doesn’t think this wife has needles. Her hands are accounted for, on him, and they’re empty. There’s a sinking feeling that settles into the pit of the driver’s belly.
“What are you doing?” He swallows thickly, fingers twitching at his sides.
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Nux doesn’t notice her right away, and it’s only when bullets begin to fly does he begin to glance about wildly for what he thinks is his attacker. But the bullets never hit him, even though the sound of projectiles piercing flesh reaches his ears. Nux takes a chance to look behind him, only to see some of the closest corpses start to tumble to the concrete.
Even though he now apparently has someone watching him, Nux continues to slam his gun to get it unjammed. Can’t be too safe in the apocalypse. It doesn’t take long to locate the direction the shooting is coming from, and the lanky man puffs his way closer to the run down gas station in the distance. He veers sharply to the side, away from the disturbingly quick zombies, and wheels back around to make a curved path to safety.
She’s on the hood of a car when Nux’s eyes finally land on her, and oh, glory be, she’s gorgeous. He almost trips over a stray brick trying to keep his eyes on her while running; when he makes it to the door, he immediately turns back to hunker down beside the stranger, crouching low next to the car’s front wheel. “Shit...shit, ahh, thanks mate,” Nux heaves out, long, grease stained fingers fiddling with the gun in his hands.
“If ya weren’t here, I’d be a goner. Uh. Yeah, my gun’s wrecked. Ya got backup?” he asks hurriedly, worrying at his scarred lip, looking between the stranger and the gas station.
Nux (Mad Max: Fury Road)
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They’re gaining on him. Nux has his handgun gripped tightly against sweaty palms, but the stupid thing is jammed and he’s fucked, he’s fucked. The zombies in the movies are never this fast. They’re supposed to be slow and rambling, literally brain dead, rotting reanimated corpses. And yet here they are, giving Nux a run down.
And the dead don’t tire. It’s only been about half an hour now and Nux’s legs are wearing out, tired and strained. The only chance he has is if he comes across more survivors, or a safe house perhaps. Otherwise he’s screwed. Even if his gun miraculously unjammed, he only has two bullets left in the chamber. One for a Walker and one for him, yeah? Shit.
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one of our muses is a vampire
The night is chilly, especially in the hallways of the Citadel. During the day, the desert heat warms the stone and the sands, and the belly of the looming fortress is a gift. At night, however, all of the heat dissipates, seems to leech from the bones of the denizens living within the walls.
Nux can’t sleep tonight, wandering the halls and leaving his lancer to shiver for a while; Slit’s hardy so it doesn’t bother Nux too much. Okay, maybe a little. Slightly. The driver stops in his tracks, boots splashing into a dirty puddle, and he sighs. Perhaps he should head back. Even if he can’t sleep, he can keep Slit’s back warm like he usually does for his mate.
Send me a symbol for a horror-inspired starter
☠ Our muses are going ghost hunting together ☮ One of our muses is infected with a mysterious virus (effects are up to the mun) ☯ Our muses are survivors after a nuclear holocaust Ω Our muses are survivors after a zombie apocalypse ♤ One of our muses is a ghost and the other just moved into their house ♣ One of our muses is a werewolf, and it’s a full moon ♡ One of our muses is a vampire ♢ Our muses have just created a monster in a lab ⚜ Our muses are lost in the woods when they hear ghostly voices/singing ★ Our muses get stuck in an abandoned building ☆ Our muses are being chased by a masked killer ☾ One of our muses is a masked killer and the other is their victim ☼ One of our muses has the other chained up ☀ Our muses are at sea when something stirs underneath the water ☹ Our muses are babysitting late at night and they get spooked ¢ Our muses find a spellbook and decide to test it out ☚ Our muses play with a Ouija board ☝ Our muses find a possessed item
“Maybe you shoulda! Then we wouldn’t’a got wasted on a SCOUT RUN!”
Nux gives another shove to Slit’s shoulder before throwing his hands up in the air and stalking towards the wreck (it’s more of a limp, and Nux thinks maybe his leg is fucked up, which, really, just makes everything that much more unbearable). He gives a kick to the still hot metal with the leg that hurts the least, though that still ends up hurting.
The driver shoves a fist between his teeth to avoid saying something he’ll regret later, keeps his back to Slit while he counts down and then thinks about what to do. Abruptly, Nux spins back around and drags himself to his lancer, scrubbing at the trial of blood leaking once more from the corner of his mouth from what he thinks might be another broken tooth.
“Awright..." he begins, jabbing another finger towards Slit, a few inches from touching the shorter man. He flips it, thumb over his shoulder, motioning to the wreck. “We’re gonna take everythin’ we can haul an’ start walkin’. Try’n make it back ‘fore sundown. Worse comes t’worse, we find someplace fer the night, keep out the way 'a them Buzzards, start again at first light.”
His tone isn’t one of someone asking for opinions or feedback. Nux stands tall as he can, trying to look In Charge of Things despite the swelling starting above one eye and the bruises slowly manifesting beneath his mostly sand scrubbed clay.
Send ‘a moment of weakness’
and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.
My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.
Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.
My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.
Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)
My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)
Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.
My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.
Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.
My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.
Your muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is out of it, needing release.
My muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is in a haze, needing release.
Your muse is being beat up by mine, something your muse did must of been the last straw.
My muse is being beat up by yours, something they did must of been the last straw.
Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.
My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.
Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.
My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.
Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.
My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.
Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)
My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)
Your muse is being punished by mine.
My muse is being punished by yours.
Your muse is temporarily blind.
My muse is temporarily blind.
Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.
My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.
Your muse has blackmail over mine.
My muse has blackmail over yours.
Your muse catches mine naked.
My muse catches yours naked.
Mun chooses.
When Shit Slit won’t stop doing what Best Bros do.
Mad Max: Fury Road, Nux, Slit © George Miller
