#lordballsac

[heirtothecitadel-blog]

@lordballsac It was never a welcome sight for her, seeing the convoys of War Boys and Imperators rallying for war, the Citadel abuzz with the ruthless baying for blood, inviting more to join in on the coming battle. For the most part, Hela did her best to steer clear, finding shelter in her quarters or hiding away in the gardens. Places where she couldn't hear the crashing and banging and screaming. But today of all days, her presence was demanded to see off the war party with her brothers, overseeing it from the same pedestal that the Immortan would give his own speech of victory and honor won in death, of finding eternal glory in Valhalla. The same drivel that she'd listened to from afar her entire life, the same drivel that she'd tried desperately to ignore was now being broadcasted right before her. Her attention was drawn from the Immortan as she felt a presence join their twisted family, one she was all too familiar with. Scrotus was by far the most bloodthirsty of the lot, and part of her was glad that his prowess in battle meant that he spent far less time here than in years past.

[heirtothecitadel-blog]

scrotus pls stop staring at my hair like a weirdo, you’re starting to freak me out. more than usual. 

@lordballsac

[andglassing]

     there wasn’t much she could say. she would be back in the citadel all within the day. he’d forgive her, he’d forgive her, he’d forgive her. “ i’m sure your father will reward you. ”

@lordballsac

[redemptivs]

[ regentium. ]

The crown of immolation that hangs over Gastown is sinister enough, against the sempiternal cloud of contaminants that envelopes the city like a shroud. Furiosa has visited the city many times, but always dreads the approach. 

This time holds a particular terror for her. This isn’t a standard commercial run. This time she carries munitions and weapons and equipment and more. this time she comes accompanied by an entire fleet of pursuit vehicles, and a regiment of war boys. This time, she comes prepared for a war.  

She downshifts as she approaches the causeway, and grinds her teeth at the channeled wheels jostling the rig. The great metal gates groan and open to accept her. She enters with caution. 

 The war boys who swarm the truck seem to know her purpose, silently dismantling the contents of her rig, while one motions for her to follow. She does so in reverential silence, until they come upon the chambers of the son of the Immortan, and she swallows hard. She enters, head held high, though her blood runs cold at the sight of Scrotus. 

She salutes, bows her head, and braces herself for his regard. “There’s talk of a threat coming from the southern territories. An organized strike on Gastown that concerned the Immortan. Your father sent me to bring you supplies and a . company of war boys. He insists you take them. They’re at your disposal.” She clears her throat. “And so am I. Any help you may need. We’re yours.” 

[daddiesgonnadie]

@lordballsac: "How do you intend to better yourself?"

“Better myself? In case you haven’t noticed, I am at the top of my game~ Heh, better myself… The only bettering I need to be doing is practicing more with the flesh… An artist always must do his best, you know… And I am the finest.”

[bulletfarming]

☠ lordballsac

Kalashnikov glares at his least favorite person in the entire Wasteland and slowly kneels before him.

[bulletfarming]

@lordballsac Kneel!

Kalashnikov grins and licks his teeth as he looks back at his least-favorite nephew. “Bite me.”

[bulletfarming]

(ง’̀-‘́)ง @lordballsac

Kalashnikov raises a hand to his jaw and looks steadily at the taller, broader man with the chainsaw blade.

“Kiddo, I’ve got seven different ways within reach that I can kill ya, and unlike your little friends, I’m not scared of you or impressed by your bullshit. Now, you wanna talk about this, or do you want to fight?”