#war pup

[takunwilliams]

Bommy Knocker War Pup

Furiosa 2024

[quarksparrow]

A good girl.

[leosparr0w]

[What do you mean, I’m not going?]

R: Are you a sexist? 

S: actually yeap

R: Nothing's the matter. Fine.

[bilingualpelotuda]

*shows up to the fandom 3 years later*

So I’ve recently been obsessing over Mad Max: Fury Road. And I’ve been thinking about a War Boy girl. 

So the idea came of this young girl who probably goes up the Citadel by some sort of miracle. As she grows up and goes from War Pup to War Boy, she starts to smuggle water for the other boys. She gets caught, of course, and is punished by having to undergo a rustic hormone treatment (probably not possible given the apocalyptic circumstances but hey, they manage to keep the milk mothers producing milk) and becoming the war pups/boy’s personal milk mother.

We can see in the film Boys scooting up the Pups, so I think it’s fair to say they care for their young. I think the Boys would just skip the offer and leave it to the pups to nurse. They can manage with the little aqua cola they’re given. 

I think her name would be Elvis, and she’d be a Lancer. She probably passed away before the events of Fury Road. The car named Elvis? Maybe a homage to the War Boy Girl who fed and maybe saved more than a few Pups. 

[kaijuborn]

background warboys & warpups (◡‿◡✿)

[blutrippe]

When you're just a tiny puppy but you puked since 7 in the morning and the mean vet gave you 2 injections! (Also you're not allowed to play, run or eat today so life is extra hard!)

[cutestormsloth-blog]

When night fell over the Citadel and a young lancer couldn’t sleep, he would go to the balcony to work on his thundersticks. He’d work alone, systematically, effortlessly, while trying to sort out his confused feelings over Nux, his blue-eyed bunkmate. Sometimes, when cutting into thunderstick handle was no longer soothing enough, he’d cut the sides of his mouth and then force himself to smile. He’d stand there, laughing like a madman into the cold night, tears leaking from his eyes and blood from his cheeks. And after that, he’d go silently, like a lizard, back to the bunk, where Nux would lay in his wild fevered dreams, and he’d embrace him. Nux never remembers it in the morning anyways. After such nights, after his knife ritual balcony visits, Slit wouldn’t be so angry in the morning as he would the other days.

[my-hearts-require-tea]

LOOK AT THE POOR MARSHMALLOW!!

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I don’t know i saw this reference here and just wanted to do an over enthusiastic war pup :p