#slit-thelizardking

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Is the high pitched screaming about what I think it's about

It one hundred percent is

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Maximum Purple

Maximum Purple: Favorite time of day?

tie between 10pm-midnight and the early hours of the morning. Just before midnight I don’t really have a reason for it’s just nice. No one is asking you to do anything haha

Thanks for the ask!! <3

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*thip*

Cheedo the fragile twists the gauzy white wrapping at her wrists with unhappy fingers and suddenly understands terror that Dag could never have hoped to describe. Thin shoulders hunch, but Immortan Joe’s gaze bores into her like heavy hands against the flare of her shoulder blades. She tilts her head backand tries not to swallow——-she’d been born in the dirt, looking up at grinningwhite faces and praying for rain. She had been raised to fear the cadaverousleers and lanky limbs of war boys, but she fears Joe more than she fears death.Death will only touch Cheedo; Joe is cunning in his punishments——-she liveswith the watercolor bruises along Capable’s pale forearms and the tiny cuts on Dag’s fingertips. She trembles——-shakes, even, at the rumble of laughterbehind her. Joe finds her fear amusing; it’s why he’s doing this——-he wants to see her falter. He wants to see her crack.She thinks of Dag——-the way her sister-wife would never blame her for herfear and the way that she would endure. Cheedo looks up at the grinning half-life boy with the ruined cheeks and the bloody eyeball. She looks up at him with eyes like swollen-bruises, and takes a soft step forward. Everythingabout Cheedo is soft——-she’s terrified, though she knows that she is propertyand that she won’t be harmed. Joe would worse-than-kill someone who left a mark on one of his wives, but her fear is not   r e a s o n a b l e .   She catchesthe scent of guzzoline, and oil, and her insides quiver. Before Joe had raised herup, they’d lived in fear of engines roaring. Now that she is no longer wretchedshe is locked away in a cage of light and safety. His grin makes her lower lip tremble and she   h a t e s   herself for it. Cheedo leans up on tiptoes——-rests her fingers at his bicep only because she cannotavoid touching his detestable flesh, and places a soft kiss on the scarred ruinof his cheek. And then she pulls away as if   b u r n e d .

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"Am I interrupting?"

“What’s it look like?” Nux retorted. With one more dip of his head, he dropped his hands. “’M done anyway.”

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slit-thelizardking replied to your post “Hmmm.”

...you rang?

I did, I totally did. I sent you an ask, or rather I thought I did, I was on tumblr mobile and we all know how much love that thing gives us! XD I have plot idea things, kind sorta a little! If you wanna hear ‘em ;D

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slit-thelizardking replied to your post: “slit-thelizardking replied to your post: “Doodling while pretending...”:

yeah it was around dusk and I was walking in a park and a far-off set of playground equipment looked like long-limbed, skeletal goblin-things.

Sounds way creepy :/

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slit-thelizardking replied to your photo

Gosh this gives me feelings

Abbey Lee gives me feelings Most of those feelings are heart eyes emoji 

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Shot of Vodka

Shot of Vodka: Send a shot of vodka for my muse to mistake yours for someone they're friends with.

“THERE YOU ARE!! Immortan’s Gaze, you were Chrome out there t’day!” The shine had been flowing after a Run Well Done and Fruitful, and Nux was certainly not walking straight as he spotted the War Boy up ahead, throwing an arm around his shoulders victoriously, “Th’way that... that Thunderstick struck! ONE BLOW, axle over windshield!” He gave an accompanying noise not unlike an explosion, gesticulating with the Lancer’s head still snagged in the crook of his arm to illustrate. “Thought I was Witnessing Greatness! Glad you didn’t... didn’t go out yet, though, mate, truly! Don’t... don’t tell Slit, alrigh’?I always.. always wished YOU was m’Lancer, Morsov! Truly!”