A belated Mad Max halloween related scribble. I actually sketched a rough of this for last year and unearthed it…
Pumpkins at the Citadel.
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A belated Mad Max halloween related scribble. I actually sketched a rough of this for last year and unearthed it…
Pumpkins at the Citadel.
Not sure why I wanted to write anything but I did and I know its sad but I just..wanted to..
Where darkness dwells
Thick as oil, black as smog, this was the never ending feeling he felt. Everyday since that moment all he could ever feel was cold, the brittle fingers of death slowly touching his mind. With every breath he could see it.
The chill of the waste was almost comforting. As he lay on the cold sand slowly watching his breath leave his parted lips all he could do was watch. One puff after the next, mixing with the chilled air to create something new. Something….temporary. Shu had felt this many times, Immorton knows how many times he had felt that chill creep up his spine, slowly rising till it seeped into his head. He had seen it many times, heard of the feeling, and even witnessed what this power can do.
Even with all his books and all his friends he still couldn’t prevent it. No matter how many times he had seen it, no matter how many times he had tried to force it away. It just wasn’t enough.
Another slow breath escaped him, slowly he blinked, his vision was starting to blurr as a tell-tell sign that his time was almost up. The ground no longer seemed as cold as it once did. The stars above seemed to no longer give him strength as the slowly faded in his mind. All he could do was breath, as a slight burning sensation creped down his face. A last visage of warmth as a single tear meet the sand bellow his ear. With his last breath he felt no pain, in his final hour all he wanted was to be alone amongst the darkness, to end the suffering that griped his heart and his mind. As that final puff ascended to the sky, as his life seeped from his wrists all he ever wanted was to be free from the pain.
The Fast and the Furiosa
THIS WAS A MISTAKE, THERE’S NO PLEASURE TO BE FOUND IN THE WASTELAND
*leaves on the ground a basket with herbs, dried meat and some trinkets for the boys* "I hope they are doing well" (<3 <3 <3 mun and muse wanted to say hi!)
Hello! I'm managing well enough. * boys stare at basket Jolt makes a slight sound then both fly twords the basket.* I hope your doing ok and I'm sorry for just taking off on you all. I hope you guys can forgive me. (And sorry if this reply was really late) *sounds of cats fighting in the background*
When Forehead touches go wrong.
Bonus:
Ink works
Where must we go, we who wander this Wasteland, in search of our better selves
Fury Road + Warm Colors
Cool Colors
Even if our threads get dropped, the relationship built between our muses doesn't go away
murderfiend:
raptorintern:
reigninghavok:
I’m terrible for losing muse for a thread, and a lot of my threads don’t get finished. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to rp anymore, or that any relationship between our muses is for nothing.
THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS
I hope this remains especially if i ever have time/the will to come back to rp T.T
Angharad: Be the bigger person.
Toast: No? I'm 5'2 and bitter. You be the bigger person.
Furiosa: Come on, somebody do something, we need him.
Capable: Okay. Okay, you’re a very furious man, you understand that?
Max: No.
Capable: No? Well you’ve got a lot to be furious about, and I’ll tell you why: You’re not well-liked. You’re uh, you’re abrasive and off- putting. You try and say pithy things, but your wit is a hindrance and therefore nothing is provocative. Just mixed metaphors. Now, doesn’t that make you angry? Does it infuriate you?
Max: No.
Capable: Well, it should. Aren’t you angry? Come on, man!
Furiosa: Your penmanship is atrocious!
The Dag: You dress in the manner of a male prostitute!
Super DUPER delayed commission for @all-doofed-out ! Coma meets a fan, based on her photo.
Hola holita! (Dechis' muse here xD) It's been a while but I just wanted to know how everything is going! (I hope you are doing well :D). Best of luck and lots of hugs <3
Im doing ok I guess, been swamped with school and life. This year just isn't a good one and Im sorry I haven't been on in a long while but tumblr was stressing me out so Im a take a brake..not sure how long tho. I hope your doing good btw! I miss a lot of you guys.
War Boys and the Murder Vespa. More over at the Twitter, the Facebook, and the Instagram. Print is gonna be showin’ up on the store soon.
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