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slit-thelizardking
((I just imagine Slit and Slit. Like at first...
gazing into each other’s eyes “TO ME YOU ARE PERFECT”
((My OTP is realised. Nothing gets done ever again where Slit is concerned. It’s all stroking his ego. Literally. ;))) ))
slitthelizardking
The brush of the fragile Wife’s lips on his scarred flesh barely tingles, but the fear in her eyes, the quiver of her lip, makes his lips part and stretch in a grotesque grin. The Immortan has offered him a great blessing! A soft kiss from one of his beautiful, whole, perfect Treasures–lips that have touched his lips, skin that has touched his skin–is almost as good as the touch of the Immortan himself.
Slit holds his stance, arms crossing his chest, determined to prove his strength, his chrome, in front of He Who Is Comeback, who will Raise Us Up. If he is strong enough, hard enough, proves himself a proper War Boy, the best, then the gates of Valhalla may be open to him once more.
He drops his arms, finding the knife clipped at his belt and unsheathing it. He raises the blade to his face, tilting it as he stares unblinking at the Wife so that the light flashes along its sharpened length. Then he opens his mouth and quick, like a lizard, dashes his tongue along its length, pressing in and leaving a line of bright red blood in its wake. Slit hears the Wife stuttering gasp and hunches his shoulders, leaning in to bare his teeth and hiss at her as the Immortan laughs, dark and triumphant.
She bites down on her own tongue and tastes blood. She is a fragile, soft thing but that doesn’t mean that her insides are hollow——-she stands frozen and watches him with a face that cannot quite even muster an expression of surprise. Her eyes are bullet wounds; her head is full of broken bones. She stares at him, tasting her own blood and pulling away from her own body like a child might peel away a healing s c a b . Fear falls away; her shoulders loosen and she looks at this tall, muscular war boy with his ruined face and his hulking menace… Air hisses between her teeth——-surprise maybe; she’s so far away from whatever her skeleton is doing that she feels like a spectator, but blood and pain and teeth have flipped a switch somewhere in the dark and now she’s mostly numb… Cheedo the fragile stares at this stranger——-this wreckage of a person——and feels genuine pity, though she’s no idea how to express it, or even if she ought to; She doesn’t step backward, because even removed from the terror of what’s happening to her, she isn’t an idiot and Joe is unkind to people who don’t meet his expectations, but she cannot muster tears. Terror has wiped her clean and made her into something smooth——-later, perhaps, she will cry, and hold herself tightly in case the memory cracks her in half, but for now she swallows blood and stares at this warboy’s sharp teeth and feels nothing but commiseration because in a way, they’re very similar. Cheedo isn’t big or strong——-she’s not quick or fearless, and she lives in the cage of Joe’s favor because of the way her face looks and the fact that she is healthy… But this boy is favored only insofar as he is willing to die for Joe——-everything that’s happening here is for the sake of a lying old man who hides behind armor and mysticism. Joe is no more divine than Cheedo is, and Cheedo has no illusions about her own value——-she is delicate, and fragile, but if you put glass under enough pressure it will shatter and cut you apart. She stares at this man-boy, playing with his stupid knife, and cutting himself up and trying to scare her, and she thinks that she isn’t powerless here——-she is supposed to be terrified and shaking, and maybe she is, a little, but she knows the rules of the game too, and she can m a k e this man get out of her face, if she’s willing to pay the price. Joe does not allow his things to be damaged; Cheedo is small and unimposing, and because she’s not a threat, and because he’s showing off to his false god, maybe she’s got a chance… She grabs for his knife——-it’s a gamble, and if he doesn’t move quickly enough they’ll both be punished——-she doesn’t know how you punish a war boy, but she’s irritated and frightened and she’s willing to slice herself up on the off chance that he isn’t paying attention, because she wants him gone and if he has to be disgraced for that to happen, Cheedo can live with it.
“Whatever y’wanna call ‘em, don’t change what they are.” Slit shrugged, his arms crossing his chest. “Don’t change what they try to tell us now, ‘bout what is true an’ what was never true an’ what’s all just a stripped screw, ‘bout as much good as it does us.”
He fiddled with the nuts sewn into the leather of his arm brace. “What I’m sayin’ is…how d’ya know if it’s any good anymore? Does it do anything anymore?”
“They ain’t,” he insisted, standing up straighter and glaring. He knew it wouldn’t change Slit’s mind, but he couldn’t let it slip anyway. He knew them too well now. His posturing deflated slightly, however, when he realized Slit wasn’t really looking for a fight. That was a little better.
“...’cause it’s gotta still do somethin’,” he said finally, shrugging. “Feels like it does, yeah? You’re here too.”
Spell Your Name With Songs
I was tagged by clawingterror.
A - All The Boys by Panic! At the Disco
L - Let’s Just Fall by Reckless Kelly
I - I’m Still Here by John Reznick
R - Road Rage by The Glitch Docta
A - Anthem of Our Dying Day by Story of the Year
E - Evil Things by My Darling Murder
I’m gonna tag slitthelizardking, sporklift, and thejackalxi.
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slit-thelizardking replied to your post:[Gourmet cooking with Nux: just fry a fuckin...
ACTUALLY HAVE WRITTEN THIS SCENE WELL TECHNICALLY IT WAS LIZARD EGGS BUT THE CONCEPT APPLIES
[I DEMAND TO SEE THIS]
miczariel replied to your post: [Gourmet cooking with Nux: just fry a fuckin...
no this is legit. i used to wrap burritos in tin foil
[It’s totally legit. Alton Brown teamed up with Mythbusters to prove it and the only thing that went wrong was because they didn’t quite seal it right or something.]
numbersdontliesir replied to your post: [Gourmet cooking with Nux: just fry a fuckin...
//Now I’m picturing modern!Nux baking cookies in his car.
[Modern!Nux shows up late to Christmas dinner, comes tearing into the driveway, opens the hood, pulls out three pies and a tray of cookies]
You are my sunshine
“Hey! Slit! Hey!” The lancer was still breathing, and that was the worst part. Worse than the injuries, or the dying. Still breathing meant he was dying slow and painful, no glory and no one around to see but Nux. “Slit! Get up!”
He wasn’t getting back up. He wasn’t going anywhere. His breathing was slowing down. Too slow, too slow.
Medicore. No.
“I’m gonna tell ‘em,” said Nux firmly. He looked around, found a piece of shrapnel, long and sharp enough. “I’m gonna tell everyone. How you went out. Fightin’ off Buzzards. Three of ‘em at once. No, ten. Tryin’ to nab the Immortan’s wrecks and you...you...”
Nux’s voice wavered. Could Slit even hear him anymore? See him? “I saw the whole thing, Slit, don’t you worry. They’ll all know. I witnessed you, goin’ historic and glorious.” His heart had already stopped when the shrapnel pierced it, but no one would be able to tell it hadn’t been quick, not even whoever came to get them now that Immortan Joe was gone. Slit died fighting. That’s what happened. Nux saw it all.
slit-thelizardking has found the cave
Looking up from working on her car, the woman goes to just let out a low growl and make a shooing hand.
“Go away, war dogs are not welcomed here and l am shocked you made it this far into this cave”
