#thcdag

[otiosusotiosus-blog]

"This-! Is why-! We can't have-! Nice things!"

“IT WAS ONE TIME, one fucking time and then you seen as a fucking jumper, really that why we cant have nice things!”

[cropsforthecitadel]

thcdag replied to your post:thcdag replied to your post:✿him and dag should be...

yay good! should i give you a starter? :3c

[[ Yis, if you’d like to :’3c ]]

[cropsforthecitadel]

thcdag replied to your post:✿

him and dag should be friends

[[ This. I like this. I would like this to be a thing pls. ]]

[cropsforthecitadel]

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Happiness headcanon:

While Axl loves spending time with the other War Boys– play fighting, chatting, helping them with their work– he is the happiest when he’s working in the upper gardens. There’s something about being surrounded by all that bright and colorful plant life. The sweet aroma from the crops, the fresh air, the pleasant shade from the unforgiving sun. It’s an entirely different world and it’s easy for him to forget about the harsh reality around him.

[littledxvil]

26 & 30

Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send a # )

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

Unlike his maestro, Salai sleeps a lot. He LOVES to sleep and dream of carnivale and laying in a river of gold or flying over Rome. More often than not his “routine” for bed is finish off the wine, stumble up to the bed (or something vaguely cushiony), slip off his shoes, loosen his doublet a little and plop down to crash.

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

Risotto. Definitely. And there’s so many ways to make it! And partly because it would remind him of the first time Leonardo took him out to eat real food with spices and stuff.

[ximmortanjoex]

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

deathless ♚ sentence meme ||

His massive form shifts in his chair as he over hears his beloved wife speak, possibly to herself or to him; he isn’t sure. A thick brow lifts and he brings his gaze to see her upon his bed, a tattered book from the older days in her hands. The cover reads: CATCH 22. How fitting, he thinks considering the world they live in now. 

He watches her as lithe fingers dance at the corner of the pages as she continues to read the morbid book of death and the human condition. With soft grunts of obvious effort he lifts himself from the chair and walks his hulking form to the Dag and waits until she brings her gaze from the printed words to his stone-washed face. 

            — “I figured you would enjoy that book.” His voice is still heavy with lead and iron even though he does not have his unnerving mask on. He breaths her in before sitting on the edge of the bed, admiring how his sweet White Lily went back to reading the book. {Of course he would not come to terms she would rather find solace in a book about death than be in his company.} “It is what they are for. But for I am not a man; I am a God.” His tone is heavy with certainty and almost holds an eerie sound of prophetic knowledge like he somehow knows she may doubt his immortality.

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

Redemption

The vast wasteland went on for miles and miles. She knew after she'd driven hundreds of miles and through several enemy tribes to find the two people who mattered. Two people taken from the Vulvalini. She found one, Furiosa, and the group of women known as The Wives. Protect them, Furiosa said, protect them with your life. These women deserved freedom, they deserved to choose what to be out here in the wasteland.

"You need to learn how to hold a weapon and prepare your food. There are animals out here to eat and those to avoid." Sultana pointed out a snake slithering on the sand. "That is your meal, here is your knife, go from behind and stab its head."

thcdag

[peoplexater-blog]

thcdag liked for this for a starter!

Called all the way from Gas Town for an appraisal. Pah, another of the Immortan’s ego strokes. The People Eater knew just what waited for him behind the steel vault door- same as the last time and the time before that...

And every time he was forced to Citadel, it was bloody sweltering! Limping inside of Joe’s treasure trove, the Eater was met with yet another lanky blonde- and here he thought Joe not to concern himself with a ‘type’.

“Right then, step up. Despite what the Immortan may believe, I’ve got me duties to attend back in Gas Town.”