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ooc-out of wives post:
ATTENTION AMAZING ARTISTS IN THE MAD MAX FANDOM!
I am looking to commission an artist for an Immortan Joe/Margarethe (Cate Blanchett) piece! So if you would like to pick up a weird drawing to do, or if anyone knows of someone who may want to do it, hit me up! :D
-ValHolla
ps
On that note, off to bed, work in the morning ( 5 am). Sorry I am slacking with everything. You may throw me off a bridge or something.
omg bod and fearless, knock your shit off. trying to assassinate my lovely poison. dear lort.
Fuk-ushima! Just SHOOT THE DAMN THING NEXT TIME!
— “IT’S STILL IN THE HOUSE, AK. IT’S EATEN THREE OF MY WIVES. SEND FOR BACKUP.” Joe holds his twin revolvers close to chest as he hides in a bathtub.
daddy were all f r e a k i n g out. there's this big hairy thing (what's hair by the way) and its walking all weird on the ceiling, us lancers would kill it but it's TOO SCARY! come kill it please?
— “Joe. Damnit.” He growls annoyingly through his mask as he bends over with much effort to remove one of his extremely heavy leather boots. Once the shoe is off he hobbles on over to the spider on the wall as he talks over his shoulder to the War Boy. “It’s a fucking spider. Like…it’s harmless, damnit.” The Warlord mutters a bit while positioning the boot over the spider. “Completely harmless. It’s probably more afraid of you than you are of—,” he’s cut short as the spider jumps from the wall and onto his chest, causing him to have a minor heart attack.
After stumbling back and swatting at the spider until he flung it across the room, his eyes wide with terror, Joe let out a rather animal-like noise before throwing his boot in the general direction where the spider may be.
—- “SON OF A BITCH. DID YOU SEE THAT FUCKBUG? NEARLY RIPPED MY THROAT OUT. CHEESE ON CHRIST.”
ooc-out of wives post:
haaalp.
need inspiration to get my fat-ass muse going again.
send help.
-ValHolla
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