the dead

{ mad max fury road oc blog mun is of age currently playing nipper, bit and nettle }

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doctor-honesty replied to your post “dang im just trying to have a conversation……….dont gotta tell me to...”

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ikr

so rude :’0

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dang im just trying to have a conversation..........dont gotta tell me to shut up

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okay im off to watch my shitty sports anime and cry again

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I'm just.. sitting here whining because I'd kill to RP with you sometime, but I've pretty much abandoned my Tumblr (literally, deleted like everything from it and am debating deleting) because I'm not at all confident RP'ing on here. ; o ; It's so bad.

oh man, i feel you! i thought the mmfr fandom would be pretty chill but it’s kind of...not? i’m losing interest myself, but i still get online to check up on things occasionally. i have a skype if you want that? c: i’m dogsword, you should hmu!!

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warboy-dingus:

This is so bad lmao, for sicklyscavenger, Nipper puking up RAINBOW SHERBET apparently.

ahhhh thank you leon! sorry i didn’t see this earlier, i love it hhsh <3

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i love sex repulsed asexual furiosa its great i love it & it seems to suit her character imo

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SOMENEONE UNFOLLOWED ME FOR THIS IM GOING TO PISS MYSELFf

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spider-and-halcyon:

“….When have I ever just sat there and licked your face? Your body maybe, I like your hips but your FACE?”

“How was I to know that? You’re like a dog.”

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julian2006:

what goes thru a white boy’s mind when they get dressed like

“u know what’ll go great with these basketball shorts? socks with little marijaunas”

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spider-and-halcyon:

“This is a callout post. Hey everybody, Nipper falls asleep in the middle of making out pass it on.” 

“I thought you were just licking my face? I thought it was some sort of grooming thing you do.”

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shiny-warboy replied to your post:i love sex repulsed asexual furiosa its great i...

AGREED

beat-boxes excitedly 

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i love sex repulsed asexual furiosa its great i love it & it seems to suit her character imo

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warboyscryb:

plantaide:

plantaide:

if you’re online at this late hour with nothing to do here’s a plant personality quiz to waste time on for no given reason. you’re welcome and enjoy.

ppl are reblogging this w their lil results in the tags n it’s so fucking cute i wanna cRY

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nettle tho

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mochiismycat:

When small characters are tough

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Closed Rp with Sicklyscavenger

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furyroadpothole:

Grim shudders a bit at the sudden shock of water, even though it was lukewarm, it felt unnaturally cold due to the fever from her infection. However, it felt nice, the tinny water washing some of the grit off of her skin and Grim was able to get a few mouthfuls of water as it was poured over her. This sated her extreme thirst slightly, but even then she was left licking the extra drop from her lips.

The girl then pulls herself up enough to support herself ,letting go of his prosthetic. Once she realizes that she hadn’t been holding onto a real leg, her eyebrows furrow in confusion. At first she rubbed her eyes, the war paint on her face already being smeared and this blurred it further. Grim had seen other war boys with prosthetics but, never had she grabbed one like this. Even though her side was dripping blood once more now that she had begun moving, she felt embarrassed from having done this.

She knew speaking wouldn’t be really possible at the moment and her mind was still half fogged while recovering from her attack, so she simply sits there for a moment, studying Nettle. Grim figured he was only trying to help, so hold up her good arm, hoping he’d take it to help her up, so that she would tear her scabs as little as possible. Even though she wasn’t sure if she could walk, she surely couldn’t stay where she was.

Nettle rises to fetch more water, dropping back down beside her with the watering can only half-full, if even that. The gardens get plenty of water, sparing some wouldn’t hurt. He thrusts the can into her possession, and then returns to glancing over her crumpled form, now slightly raised after she’d released him.

“You shouldn’t push,” he tries, without authority in his tone. He only watches her reach out to him, and it seems as though he isn’t planning on helping her at all, with his arms folded over his chest. It doesn’t remain, however; he soon gives in and helps her up, using his own frame to aid in steadying her. “I am no certified medic, but I believe I can help to clean and bandage your wounds, with your permission.”

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mundanemuted:

Labyrinth laughs, “I’ve never seen it, thank gods, but I’ve heard a few ‘Boys talking about it.” He grins, extremely amused by Nettle’s reaction. He thinks for a second, getting the mental image in his head, and shivers. “Ugh, weirdos.” He mumbles to himself, looking as grossed out as Nettle had.

“Goodness,” Nettle allows his mouth to curl into a half a snarl, half a scowl, as if he might’ve bit onto a bit of skin within his mouth and found it painful. “How perverse can you be? Though I suppose there’s worse things that gets ones’ motor running, if you catch my drift.”

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Birds and herbs

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thelonglostwanderers:

“Anyone could.” Dove replied. “Can I?” She wanted to take a closer look at the herbs, maybe sort some that could be of use. She was almost running out of sage and needed it to disinfect deep wounds. 

The medic walked closer to the plants and crouched; She couldn’t help but notice the way the War Boy moved to put one of his sides out of sight, but didn’t mention it. He probably didn’t want to show something, be it an old injury or a scarification gone wrong. 

These happened, before the Citadel’s liberation, and former war boys sometimes refused to let her take a look, arguing there was nothing she could do to change what was already done. Dove couldn’t stand this feeling, being powerless, but acceptance had been a part -the hardest- of her medic formation. Letting the tips of her fingers brush the plants, Dove softly hummed a few notes, focused on the types of plants. 

He doesn’t give her a verbal response, instead nodding his head; it’s only a twitch of a motion, bright eyes locked upon her curious form. She’s a strange looking one, wearing such pale colors, yet the garments are not damaged by the filth scattered around the Citadel.

With each movement she makes, the gardener turns accordingly, his back never turned to her for a second. He watches as she drops down into a crouch to draw her fingers over the plants, to inspect them better, he assumes, though her touch is but a breeze along the green.

Sometimes he forgets how strong the scent of some of the herbs in here are, only intensified by the heat and closed space. He’s always reminded when he returns after a venture out. 

“You...looking for anything in particular?” He tries, feeling ill at ease with the heavy silence.