#I will name any warboy I want

[luxeluminasoaps]

One of my favorite parts of Furiosa was finally getting to see the other little "towns" on the big screen.

Gas Town was a fun soap for me. I knew it would be simpler than the others. No bullets, no real reason to go wild with colors and despite knowing I could find a scent similar to crude oil online, I think the market for that is too niche even for Mad Max themed soap lol

But what I could do is make it inky black and iridescent.

Which I did. The color shift is so fun and the scent is one of the more complex ones I currently offer.

It's bright and citrusy but also has notes of florals and ends with spices and cocoa.

It's one of my most beautiful soaps; get a bar and see for yourself!

[ccghastly]

Fury Road Saga Headcanons

I finally got around to watching the new(ish) Furiosa movie and I had to revamp a bunch of my headcanons, so I thought I'd share them again!

I thought about just editing my old posts, but thought this would be nicer for everyone as I also wanted to add some new stuff.

Ages

Cub

Cubs are referred to with They/Them pronouns.  Cubs stay with their Dami until they’re about 2100 days(roughly 5 or 6 years) old. Cubs taken in from the wastes and the wretched to be given a better life in the citadel are quickly adopted by a Dami. Cubs are generally seen as ready to enter puphood when they start losing their milk-teeth and they’re potty trained. The names Cubs are given by their Dami is their Milk-name. Cubs stay in the Nursery, watched over by the Damgin if their Dami is busy.  The Nursery is a room filled with all the soft things a gnawing and falling cub could need. The health of Cubs and Damis is seen to by the Medam. Cubs: are unbranded, unshaved, don’t wear clay, and aren’t expected to attend any War-Lessons. (You will get the occasional cub wandering into a lesson, following after a littermate who became a pup before they did.)

Pup

Pups are referred to with He/They pronouns, interchangeably. Pups are communally raised by the Warboys until they're about 5500 days(15ish years) old. Pups are assigned Minders, but if they latch onto a different Warboy their Minderhood will be transferred to that Warboy. Each Minder is responsible for his own pup(s), making sure they’re doing what they’re meant to be doing and not doing what they’re not. As pups grow and lose more of their milk-teeth, they'll collect them, carefully bore holes through them, and gift them to their Dami. For her to add to her milk-bracelet. Pups taken in from the wastes and the wretched that were too old to go in the Nursery and have no Dami, will sometimes choose to give their milk-teeth to their Minder instead. Some warboys will make them into the traditional milk-bracelets, but milk-belts are popular. Pups tend to pick a new name as they get older, if they find one they like the sound of. Pups also wind up new names from other Pups and Warboys for something they've done or some distinguishing feature they have. Some pups choose to go by their milk-name for their entire lives. Pups sleep in The Kennels at night, but are allowed to run around all they like during the day, as long as they're not skipping lessons or getting underfoot. The Kennels are the level below The Court and above The Shops.  The Kennels aren't as soft as the Nursery, instead filled with every curiosity, toy, and trinket a pup can carry away. Pups get their first checkup by the Organic-Mechanic within the first 15 days of moving into the Kennels, a scar denoting their blood type is scarred high between their shoulder blades. It common for pups to be treated by the Medam rather than the Organic-Mechanic. Pups aren't barred from visiting the Nursery, but must be in the Kennels by curfew and attend their lessons. Most pups age out of this want for the Nursery. Some pups remain so attached to their Dami they grow up to become Damis themselves. War-Lessons are schoolings for Pups on how to become Warboys. Basic reading(to identify the labels on parts and suchlike, Damis have generally already taught pups letters and how to spell their milk-name), sparring, and maths are taught communally, but pups will usually independently find the niche they want to fill and find a Warboy in that trade to follow around and learn from. At this point the role of Minder will sometimes be transferred to better suit a pup’s needs.  Pups that have progressed well in their role are allowed to darken their eyesockets with soot-paint. For a pup to become a Warboy there's a ceremony where they get their brand and, if needed, any extra bits removed in one last appointment with the Organic-mechanic. Pups are: shaved, encouraged to experiment with clay and what patterns they like to wear, and expected at War-Lessons.  Pups aren't: branded, allowed any permanent mods(scarification, tattoos, piercings, embeds, etc), or allowed out of the citadel without permission and supervision. 

Warboy

Warboys are referred to with He/Him pronouns.  Warboys are considered fully grown.  Warboys live in The Pit. The Pit being all the floors beneath The Lift. The lowest level of the second tower. Some habited floors of this level are subterranean, but most are not.  Unclaimed Warboys commonly bunk in nooks within the dorms that are unofficially separated by role, or in a personal nook/nest. Claimed Warboys commonly bunk in alcoves with their crew, in their Praetorian's Territory, or in an alcove with their friends allies. If they're in an Imperator's personal crew it's very rare, but sometimes they'll bunk in their Imperator's Grotto. Usually it's just the Imperator's Second and a few of their favourites from the crew that get to bunk in the Grotto. Warboys: are branded and shaved, wear clay and soot-paint, can have permanent mods, have roles, and are allowed to leave the towers independently. Warboys in higher ranks within their role may mark their heads/faces with soot-paint beyond the traditional eyesockets. Warboys of all ranks can use soot-paint to make patterns and designs on their body.

Roles

Dami

Damis are referred to with She/Her pronouns. A Dami is anyone that’s raising a Cub, whether it’s a cub they birthed or one they adopted. When not with her cub in the Nursery, a Dami stays in the Roost, within The Court.  The Court is an upper level of the second tower. The Court of the second tower encompasses: the cubs Nursery, the Damis Roost, and the lower breeders Abbey. It's common for a breeder to be a Dami after birthing a cub, and return to be a breeder in the Abbey once their cub has grown into a pup. However, not every Dami was once a breeder, and not every breeder will become a Dami.  Every Warboy is told who birthed them, to prevent inbreeding. Pups and Warboys always call their Dami 'Dami', even if she's not currently acting as a Dami.  Damis with many complete milk-bracelets are coveted and have more status, as it's recognized that more of their cubs have lived to become fully grown Warboys. The Damgin is the Dami in charge of making sure everything in the Nursery is as it should be, a sort of den-mother. The Damgin is often the one with the most milk-bracelets. The Medam is something of a midwife and a paediatrician. She sees to the health of the Cubs and Damis. The original Medam was a medicine woman brought in by the Hunters, who then trained a Dami to be her successor; this tradition is still continued. It is believed that if a Dami dies whelping a cub, they get into Valhalla. A person of any body type can be a Dami. The way this probably came about was that the warboys were trying to puzzle out what exactly a 'mother' is and concluded that it's a person that takes care of babies and uses she/her pronouns. Therefore, people that take care of babies, are mothers and use she/her pronouns.

Praetorian

Praetorians do not: wear clay, use soot-paint.  Praetorians: can be half-lives, do use grease-paint(darker than soot-paint and lasts longer), can wear their hair unshaved, can raise others to the rank of Praetorian. Praetorians build a crew of unclaimed warboy teams(teams refer to the common pairings of Lancer & Driver, Polecat & Counterweight, etc) and individuals. If they want a warboy under another Praetorian they must ask that Praetorian for him, the polite way is trading for him, but the more common way is bribing and stealing.

Imperators

Imperators do not: wear clay, use soot-paint.  Imperators: must be full-lives, use grease-paint, get a black scarf, can wear their hair unshaved, can raise others to the rank of Praetorian, get their own room, can enter any floor of the Citadel(barring the Vault and the Trove), have unlimited water, can nominate others for the rank of Imperator. Only Immortan Joe can raise someone to the rank of Imperator.  Imperators have their own personal crew and are in charge of a number of Praetorians and the Praetorians’ crews. Imperators can reassign the crews and teams of the Praetorians under them as they like without anyone's permission, but cannot alter another Imperator's crews. It's common for Imperators to trade for/steal other Imperator's Praetorians and crews.

Black-Thumb

Black-Thumbs are mechanics and repairboys and rev-heads that permanently stay in the shops. There's many sub-roles/specialties beneath the umbrella term of Black-Thumb. There's one Imperator in charge of the Garage and the WorkShop with a couple Praetorians and Praetorian's crews under him.

Green-Thumb

Green-Thumbs take care of the Greenery and the hydroponics. There's many sub-roles/specialties beneath the umbrella term of Green-Thumb. There's one Imperator and his crew that are in charge of the Greenery and all the Green-Thumbs.

Red-Thumb

Red-Thumbs work in the BloodShed beneath the Organic Mechanic, they are essentially the Organic Mechanic's crew. There's many sub-roles/specialties beneath the umbrella term of Red-Thumb.

Hunter

Hunters are Warboys that go out into the wastelands to hunt down edibles and valuables for the Citadel. Things like bloodbags, meat, cars, scrap, beforeworld things. There's one Imperator and his crew in charge, with only two Praetorians and their crews under him. There is a separate specialty Imperator and crew that is in charge of finding Chrome full-life wives for the Immortan.

Gatekeeper

Full-lives that are in charge of operating and ensuring the maintenance of the Lift. Sometimes also referred to as the Lift Guardians.

Doof Wagon Crew

The Warboys of the Doof Wagon. The Coma-Doof Warrior's crew. Includes sub-roles of Drummers, Sparkers(hooking up the wires and electricity), Lancers, Driver, Outerguard(separate bikers/drivers to defend the wagon), etc.

Sentries

The lookouts and snipers responsible of warning and defending the Citadel for anyone approaching. All Warboy Sentries are part of the Sentry Imperator's personal crew. Save for a few Wayboys and pups that are brought on to test their compatibility.

Gunsmith/Gun-Repairer

A full-life on loan from the Bullet Farm. Their services are usually only available to people of Praetorian rank and higher.

Road Warrior

A nomadic wastelander who is self-reliant, skilled in combat, resourceful in finding fuel and supplies, an expert driver, and adept at navigating the desolate, lawless roads. Warboys keep tabs on the Road Warriors that dare to regularly skirt the edges of the Citadel's territory (getting close to the Citadel wards off all but the boldest of the wasteland's scavs and vultures). Sometimes going out to hunt them down and sometimes following them to track down resources. The Hunter Imperator has a few Road Warriors that he's built up a sort of alliance with. He'll trade with them, either for physical items or information. He gave his allies a marker to display, that tells the Citadel's Warboy patrollers to leave them alone. It mostly works.

Wayboys and Bedrooms

Warboys

In the early days, when there was less space, it was tradition for warboys to carve and dig out the walls, making their own alcove to claim. This has largely fallen out of practice, as the turn over rate of the warboys leads to there almost always being empty alcoves to claim. Infighting over alcoves that are considered 'the best’ remains rampant.  Warboys are also known to carve out personal nooks just about anywhere the wall depth allows, rules were quickly implemented about what walls can and cannot be carved into, to prevent the citadel from coming down around their ears. To circumvent uncarvable walls, Warboys will embed hooks into the walls or ceiling to securely suspend beds and platforms, building these nests absolutely everywhere.

Praetorians

Praetorians usually claim some small section of the Shops level as their own Territory and customise it as they like, but have been known to claim Territory in the Pit as well. There was one bold Praetorian that befriended the GateKeepers and was allowed to claim Territory on the Lift level.

Imperators

Imperators get ‘Grottos’. They’re one of the highest levels of the second tower, have windows(not glass), bedding, doors with locks, and direct access to aquacola.

Coma-Doof

The Coma-Doof Warrior was granted his own Den as a reward from Immortan for his singular talents, most of his rooms are open to the sky, with many hammocks of varying sizes in every room. His rooms have the same amenities as an Imperator's Grotto and are connected to a smaller lower floor that he arranged to be given to his Drummers and crew.

The general opinions on the bunks goes(from least cushy chrome to most):

Nest, Nook, Alcove, Territory, Grotto, Den, Trove(Immortan & sons rooms), Vault(the Wives)

Towers

The levels (and floors) of the Citadel's Towers, Listed highest to lowest.

The First Tower

The Garden The Crown(Vault, Trove(Immortan&Sons), Gallery/Balcony) Immortan’s Court(Parlour(milkers), Aviary(high breeders))

The Second Tower

The Greenery The Doof Den(Coma-Doof's rooms, Drummers Alcove) The Grottos (Imperators Rooms) The Court(Nursery(cubs), Roost(damis), Abbey(low breeders)) The Kennels The Shops(Wheel Shrine, Blood Bank, Organic-Mechanic/Bloodshed, Garage and WorkShop, TradeHaul) The Lift(The Mill, GateKeepers Rooms)   The Pit(Wreck(recreation), Mess(cafeteria), Clay Pools, Dorms, Alcoves)

The Third Tower

Staffed by and home to lifted wretched and a few Warboys to manage them, it has no named levels but contains: The kitchens, the Mill-Rats housing, waste-workers, plumbers, tanners, etc.

The Ranks of Roles

Rankings within the Citadel According to Warboys(most important to least):

How Ranks are applied to the sub-roles of a Crew(also how Unclaimed Warboys without crews are ranked against each other):

Immortan Wife Organic-Mechanic Imperator Imperator's Second Praetorian  Imperator's Crew Praetorian's Second Praetorian's Crew Cub Coma-Doof Pups GateKeeper Dami Doof Wagon Crew  Hunters Gunsmith/Gun-Repairer Sentries Red-Thumb Black-Thumb Green-Thumb(Very important job, but garners no inherent respect. Almost a non-entity really.) Unclaimed Warboy  Road Warrior BloodBag Wretched/Wasteland Scavs 

First of any role (First Lancer, First Driver, First Polecat, etc) Car Driver Bike Driver Polecat Sniper Lancer  Counterweight  Rev-head (Rev-Head refers to any Warboy that knows how to fix cars/bikes, but if they're not in a crew or an official Black-Thumb they're low ranked) Pissboy

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it!

[texas-writes]

Stars and Oblivion

After years of searching, you finally find her

Cw: teen pregnancy mentioned, postpartum anxiety, child abandonment

The sun beat down through the mouth of the cave, the sweat from your brow running down and burning into your eyes as you focused intently on the carburetor in your greasy hands. There was no fucking way this would be a surface repair. You let out a growl and grab one of your smaller wrenches to begin disassembling the part. You can feel boring holes into your back but you just roll your shoulders in an attempt to shrug off the sensation. The feeling goes and is soon replaced with a presence. You turn, prepared to shout off whichever Warpup had the audacity to bother you, but instead of stark white flesh you’re greeted with a small frame clothed entirely in light leather work gear. It was that boy again. He was still a child, probably no older than twelve, and certainly no Warboy. He never spoke, making you question if his tongue had been cut out.

“What is it?”

He brings his fingers level with his eyes and then turns them towards the carburetor.

“Do you want me to teach you how to do this?”

He nods and leans on the workbench, eyes locked on your hands.

“Okay. I have to rebuild it, probably replace some of the interior parts and clean it. Just try to look busy.”

He nods again, watching as you take the cover off and begin detaching all the inner workings. You send him for small parts of scrap from time to time and make sure he has his goggles on whenever you have to weld or cut the new pieces to fit into the mechanism. Finally you’re finished rebuilding the part and give it to him, telling him to go put it back in the truck it was from. Another nod, and then he’s gone.

You allowed the boy much more grace than any of the other mechanics. He was just a child after all, a foundling most likely, and starkly human compared to the Warboys, a whole life. He’d often come sit with you while you ate, but you never saw his face, he’d just slip his spoon under his dust mask instead of removing it. There were several occasions on colder nights that he would climb into your bunk shivering, and you’d just wrap your arms around him without question, pressing your lips to his forehead and smoothing down his cap.

In moments when your mind was loose, when you were unfocused at work, or too tired to properly hold your eyes open you saw in him glimpses of the child you had left behind. Close in age, and hopefully status of life, you saw her, darting around, almost playful in moments of ease, but reserved nonetheless. You had no real idea what your daughter looked like, you had gone when she was just a baby, leaving her with your sister and running into the wastes, too young then to be a mother or a wanderer, but your fear had driven you further than any car ever could.

You remembered her, blue and screaming when she came into this world, covered in blood and viscera, her tiny hands clenched into tight fists as she was handed to you. You’d barely had enough time to name her before you’d passed out. You were fourteen then, too curious for your own good, drawn in by the charms of a farmer’s son, and you’d ended up ripped in half for your stupidity. The bleeding wouldn’t stop, so the doctor had taken your womb to give you a chance at living, and lived you had.

It was three days before you had woken up, connected to your sister by a tangle of tubing while another woman held out the child for you to hold. You took her and brushed the wisp of hair from her face, smiling when she opened her eyes, looking up at you. You’d stuck around for a couple of months, but by the time you left you felt like you needed to claw your way out of your skin, like even if you never stopped running you’d still have gone nowhere, so you left your daughter with your sister and ran, taking a bike and going as far and as fast as you could.

Years later you had gone back, twenty four then, finally ready to settle back down, your wild urges sated, your body relaxed and your mind solid once again, only to find nothing. The women had told you that your daughter had been taken, and your sister had followed after. You’d lit out in the direction they pointed and rode until you came across the remnants of a camp, a pile of warm ashes and an all too familiar locket buried beneath the cinders. The metal had burned a crescent moon into your palm as you’d gripped it and screamed, but you didn’t care. You just knelt there in the sand sobbing until you had no tears left to cry, pathetically making your way back to your bike and continuing in the direction you’d been heading, despite the absence of tracks, no trace of your sister’s murderers or your little girl. Just riding into oblivion with no real care if you lived or not.

So you cared for the boy, as much as he’d let you, as if he were your own, the guilt deep in your belly driving your actions just as much as your compassion. He grew up under your mechanical guidance, loosening up around the workshop, forgoing his mask, and before long it became glaringly obvious that you had mistaken him. Long hair and bright eyes began to reveal “his” true nature, but it didn’t phase you. There were many reasons for a girl to hide in this world, especially around the company you worked with. She grew brawny as she aged and you gifted her with a knife to keep sheathed in her boot. She’d kept it close, pulling it on more than one occasion to escape the grabbing hands of the Warboys you worked with.

You knew nothing of her but what you’d seen, but you could still say you loved her. All these years, watching over her, protecting her, teaching her. There were times, even now, that she, maybe seventeen now, would crawl shivering into your bed and you’d hold her and kiss her forehead as you always did. She would never object to your affections, just worming her way closer and sighing as her eyes fell shut.

Years later she’d disappeared, and you’d worried for her, fearing the worst, but after a month she returned, staggering, weak, a crudely stitched stump where her left arm once was. You’d tended to her without a word, cleaning her wound and dressing it without question as she sat on your bunk that night. She’d been through hell and you knew she wasn’t one to talk. The girl, no woman, before you was alive and that was all that mattered right now. Before you could think your hand was at the back of her head and your forehead was pressed to hers, with your eyes squeezed shut, fighting the tears of worry that threatened to fall. She’d been strong, wherever she’d been, and it was your turn now, for her sake. She mirrors your actions, pressing her head to yours so hard it almost hurt.

“Stars bless you,” she whispers, her voice shaking with the same tenacity you were exerting.

You pull away from her sharply, shocked not only by her voice but the words it carried. Her eyes are wide and wet, her hand trembles against the back of your head and you know now what your heart had secretly known for years. You look at her in the torch-light of the bunk room and see your own eyes staring back at you, your own hair falls over her shoulders and down her back.

“Furiosa,” you breathe, pressing your forehead back to hers, finally allowing the sob to wrack your body, pulling her tightly into a hug and she reciprocates it. She’d learned to love and trust you, completely unaware of the fact that it was your immaturity that had gotten her here. It was all your fault and she was none the wiser. It was too late now, to be her mother. She was twenty three years old and had mourned for the mother she knew for all those years now. It was not your place to try to claim that place, to fill that void.

“How do you know my name? You’re not from the green place, I’d have known you,” her voice is sharp and demanding despite the low volume.

“I am, I left when you were a baby, and only went back after you’d been taken.”

“Then who are you?”

You silently reach behind your neck and unclasp your necklace bearing two pendants, a sun and a crescent moon, and give them to her.

“She was my sister. I’ve spent years looking for you. I needed to see you again, even if it was just for a moment.”

Your answer was incomplete, but still truthful. It was all she needed to know. Too much would do more harm than good, and she was already fragile. Maybe when you finally got her back home safe you would come clean, but now, just having her here in your arms, knowing she was alive and as safe as someone could be in the wasteland was enough for you.

[hancockstan]

Ok so here is my promised examination on why The Citadel and all its warboys got so immediately popular while The Legion are mostly hated as a group despite both post apocalyptic factions being patriarchal and the foundations of both are based on slavery.

I want to start by saying that obviously not everyone likes the warboys and not everyone despises the legionaries and that anyone who enjoys making fanworks or dunking on either are completely valid in doing so.

Spoiler warning from this point forward for both franchises.

The first thing I want to start with is Joe and Edward themselves as well as their high command. The two leaders have a lot of similarities at first glance; costumes of their own design, sicknesses that neither have the means to cure, misogyny out the wazoo, a cult of personality centered around them, empires built on military conquest and subsequent exploitation of the conquered people, the list goes on. (Also, more of an opinion but they always struck me as just a little beyond their pay grade in terms of actually leading a thriving society.) The difference I want to focus on is the fandom reaction and interpretation of both of these characters. A large portion of Fallout fans make killing Caesar one of the most important moments in their fanworks and relatively few ships involving him exist, let alone with any popularity. In contrast while Joe’s death is also a staple of character examinations and (at least in my experience) considered completely cheer worthy by audiences, its also not hard to find Immortan fans. At its peak, the Fury Road fandom had an active sub-tag called the gigadumpster which included any works (especially nsfw) featuring Immortan Joe, Bullet Farmer, or People Eater. Now it stands to mention that while Caesar himself doesn’t tend to be popular, Vulpes, Joshua, and Lanius have a decent following, at least enough to rival the popularity of the Gigadumpster trio. Which brings me to my next comparison: the Bullet Farmer and Joshua Graham. Both helped establish their factions and were close enough to their leaders to be in high positions of influence and power. Both even called their leaders their brothers. But more importantly, both eventually failed their respective leaders although Bullet Farmer didn’t live to face the consequences this may have held for him. I think that this is the first key to understanding the popularity of The Citadel. We know that for his failure Josh was set on fire and pushed into the Grand Canyon. His character allows for many different interpretations on how this has changed him. Some people take his word in the dlc that he has changed and found god again while others see him as the same man except opposed to Caesar now. Alternatively, Kalashnikov didn’t live to face the repercussions of his actions, an important distinction. When left to imagine how Joe may have reacted to the Bullet Farmer’s failure if he had lived but still failed to bring back his wives or even more extreme; accidentally killed one, the fandom tends to imagine him more forgiving than we should perhaps give him credit for. In a deleted scene (if we can assume this is what canonically happened to Miss Giddy given that nothing in the theatrical release contradicts it) the teacher who Joe has trusted enough to allow her to live with his wives was subjected to torture at the hands of the Organic Mechanic and then left in the desert to die with Splendid’s corpse. While I’m not suggesting that Miss Giddy would be anywhere near equal to the Bullet Farmer in terms of freedoms Joe allows them I am saying that we have at least one example of The Immortan not being the most forgiving guy. In addition to this we never see a scene where Joe mourns for Kalashnikov as he did for Angharad. This suggests that canonically he cared more for either this enslaved woman or the idea of having an abled son to carry on his legacy than he did about K.

Now to switch gears a little bit I’d like to point out the difference in the roles of women in the Citadel vs the Legion. Both have explicitly shown that women are treated as property and experience sexual violence. Furthermore, both the Legion and Citadel philosophies state that every person is a servant to their power structures, emphasized especially when the wives toss Nux out of the war rig and tell him he’s an old man’s battle fodder. To address the elephant in the room, one of the most powerful positions in the Citadel, under the Immortan’s family and the other two warlords, are imperators. The only named imperator in the film being of course, Furiosa. This in and of itself suggests that while extremely rare (she’s visibly the only women in their society holding any power) it is possible. Also, as others have pointed out some of the overall wearing warboys in the war party are played by stuntwomen. Miss Giddy doesn’t seem to hold any sway in the Citadel’s chain of command but she is afforded the “privileges” that the wives are in the vault as well. Educated, allowed to teach the wives, and afforded some level of comfort in comparison to the wretched at least, she’s another example of a woman in the Citadel that has more nuance than rag wearing slave. The only woman in the Legion that might be a good counterpart comparison is Siri. As she was taken from her home before she could complete her medical training and forced to serve the Legion as a doctor she is very careful not to do or say anything to get in trouble. Miss Giddy is introduced when her character is well passed the point of caring about consequences and points a shotgun at Joe while yelling, “You can not own a human being! Sooner or later someone pushes back!” It’s fairly easy to say which of these portrayals is more satisfying.

Finally, what might be the most obvious reason the warboys are loved and the legion remains its game’s least popular faction. The warboys are shown sympathetically. Namely, Nux. After being forsaken by his leader he takes a lesson in humanity from Capable and does his best to help the warrig family escape and later take the Citadel. It actually starts earlier in the film than some people may have noticed though, while Furiosa drove through Buzzard territory, our titicular protagonist was still strapped to the front of a car. While we weren’t revealed Furiosa’s motives yet the movie is framed in such a way that encourages us to root for her over the buzzards when she turns down Ace’s suggestion to turn around and run them into their backup (the warparty sent to capture her). During this scene we see Morsov get shot with a crossbow. There’s a short lull in action as Nux quietly encourages, “Get up, you can do it.” Finally he does, in order to leap to his death, destroying the Buzzard car along with him. And so it is revealed the warboys purpose. Obviously, the movie format doesn’t allow for choices like a video game. The Legion is at its biggest disadvantage in this regard because in order to learn anything humanizing about them you have to decide to play the legion route.

Anyway, that’s my analysis. Please yell at me for overlooking things and tell me how much you hate the warboys or love the legion. I’m only accepting comments in the form of bullying right now. 

[so-shiny-so-chrome]

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Warpup - the making of a killer

I hardly rember my life before I was rescued by the elevator as a child. Down their with the people we call wretches things seemed normal it was all I ever knew I didn't know another world. It was a terrible place to bring a child into however I was an accident and abortions didn't exist here in the wasteland so i was born. My mother kept me for a while she fed me from her breasts till she couldn't anymore. Food of any kind was a delicacy rember eating roadkill and occasionally the bodies of the dead i never thought anything of it. I lived with a constant hunger and a dry mouth with lack of water and thirst i lived with the pain i saw it as normal for me and these people to be in constant pain it was the only world I knew. My mother later sold me as a meal to someone as she couldn't bring herself to eat me. I escaped god knows how but once free from my mother I became an easy target for a meal.

Every now and then the immortan would arise from above the massive emblem carved into the citadels side he would release water onto the thousands of dying wretches. But he was despised by the people and I was yet to learn why. I heard stories that he has an endless supply of water and food up there in the citadel.

Everyone knew the war boys immortans army they had access to the food and water and were promised an afterlife. They had pups or war children and I could become one if I could make it on the great elevator

And elevator separating the wretches from the immortans people. Pups often helped run the elevator. Although i was young I already had ice in my veins. My regard for human life was already dwindling, the death and depression of the wretches meant nothing to me. And a disregard for the life of others was just what the immortan wanted in a pup.

I was a child void of almost all feeling and my past was to blame although itp was so short. The elevator came down and i rember my first kill the first time i ever killed someone. A child just like me searching for a spot on the elevator in desperate search of a better life. I pushed him off he fell to his death for a second i felt a sliver of guilt and dread but it was pushed aside as the guards laughed and called me a true warpup

"Haha they will like this one he will make a true pup"

I remember the sentence clearly. I grinned wide this was the first time i ever felt acceptance and some sort of value. They rewarded me for killing that innocent child and i loved the reward. They transformed me into a ruthless killer.

They taught me kept me fed and hydrated they dressed me and gave me gifts this was the most anyone has ever done for me. The warpups were the easiest to brainwash. I was named "ruckus"

This was my first name and i loved it. I befriended many warpups and warboys they became my family.

And my mind was owned by them.

[glados-kisser]

Tag meme

I was tagged by @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond ! tysm ;;

Nickname: Nova most commonly!

Zodiac: Gemini

Height: 5′5.5 because middle of the road is how it be

Time: 19:58 as of now! I think the zone is “ UTC -5:00 / -4:00″? It’s eastern US ^^;

Favorite band/artist: OOOOooooh hmm.... I really like a lot of artists, but I’ve been on a bit of a sleeping at last kick lately?? Ofc I also really like all the popular / common alt rock artists (like imagine dragons, fob, etc etc!)

Song stuck in my head: Oh none rn actually! partially bc I’m listening to music rn gbdfhdfhfd  but most recently I’ve had a few songs cycling through my head? Cups by Anna Kendrick, Stronger by The Score, and andy you’re a star by uhhhh....the killers maybe??

Last movie I saw: Captain Marvel! I loved it sm...

Last thing I googled: Oh no...this is a little shameful- “what is my timezone“. I KNOW MY TIMEZONE I SWEAR I JUST WASNT SURE IF THERE WAS A DIFFERENT NAME FOR IT

Other blogs:  oh uhhhh yea, a couple! @oceanic-year was a blog i made to document my trip through the carribbean, but i ended up abandoning it- i havent deleted it because :( memories... @clipped-warboy was my mad max blog for awhile! i had a character and everything - a friend of mine used to RP with me :> @wardgrave is my oc blog for my undead priest on wow! i still adore him tbh @coal-and-claws was an oc blog i was making for a worgen character on wow, but I never ended up doing anything with him ;; @thordude which ALSO doesnt have any content! i made that one bc i wanted the url becos thor is my...brother.....my best boy.... @mayal-ama-legacy is my swtor blog! @corvus-dnd is my Top Secret DM Inspiration Blog that I reblog art / stuff to that I want to look at later for inspiration for any campaigns I’m running! Do I get asks:   Not usually! Sometimes I’ll get the “send this to ten people you like seeing on your dash” asks, and those are lovely to see! 

Why did I choose this username:  So for YEARS I’d been rainbowbuttocks, but that was the url I chose when I was 14 and a young bastard, so I actually just recently changed it! I’ve been playing around in latin with a friend for RP purposes, and I ADORE crows! I chose sanctus bc....aesthetic but it’s holy-crow which is also a pun on holy-cow!

Following:  oh gosh, uhhhh 1,120 ! I like seeing Frequent Content

Average amount of sleep: I’ve been trying to get at least 8 hours! If I’m gonna be unemployed i might as well soak all the sleep i want from it

Lucky number: hmm....26 was always one i went for when i was 13? but that was because it was my age doubled, so now I suppose that’d be 38 :p

What I am wearing:  a dishonored t shirt (a fancy one with the heart n stuff on it!) and a pair of shorts that are missing their button lol

Dream job:  tv show writer!! but im a bastard who doesnt know how to do anything so!

Dream trip:   I’d love to go to bolivia to see salar de uyuni, but idk about that so i suppose i’d love to go back to the carribbean someday??

Favorite food:  salad rolls (or spring rolls?? the rice wrapper ones that arent fried) and pad thai are both BIG comfort foods <3

Instruments you play: I used to play the piano a little, but I don’t anymore :’)

Eye color:  Grey-green !

Hair color:  bbbbbrown babeyyyyyy! growing it out again though and might go for that sweet sweet red :o

Describe your aesthetics: Overgrown ruins, untouched by civilization for untold years and left to be reclaimed. Also, bones!  

Languages you speak: just english because im bad :( I know a TINY AMOUNT of german and EVEN LESS spanish. I’d love to learn arabic someday though!

Most iconic song: Okay, it took me a moment, but Sober Up by AJR is my THEME!  I moved to the East Coast with my sister recently, and I left...I left everyone behind. I’ve been in a rut, because I haven’t known how to make new friends- or how to connect with my old ones.  “Goodbye, goodbye, I said to my bestest buds. We said that we’d keep in touch, and we did our best.” Idk, it’s Big Mood for me and makes my chest hurt a little- but in a good way I think.

Random fact:  ah, hmm.. I’ve got a pet tarantula named Chimera! She’s a chilean rose hair and is aboutttttt 7 years old at this point ! I also have a plant in my windowsill named Daud, and he’s doing...ok. I’m a little worried that I’ve fucked up with him somehow, and don’t know how to help him get better ;;

Tagging: @mizushimo @kanine @didi-is-a-lamer @floofytrainnerd ! I...am Sure that there are other folks I’d like to tag & just forgot, so if you see this and think “wait, I would like to do this!” absolutely feel free to be tagged by me fgdngfdg also @ the guys I tagged there’s no pressure to do this if you arent comfy ! anyway!

[toynbeees]

Time for some OCs!

I have so many, pls send help. Feel free to ask me abt any of them!! 

Under a cut so I don’t kill u all lmao

Bioshock! (aka my absolute oldest OCs at uh. 5+ years) Loretta. She’s the only one I talk about but it’s only because I love her. Saved from being a Sister as a kid, she ended up splicing and running riot in Arcadia. Jo. He was Loretta’s favourite Big Daddy, but since he’s so old now he’s mostly broken and just drifts around Arcadia making sad whale noises :( Lauren is an ex-Sister circa Bioshock 2, who instead of going to the surface with Eleanor stays behind and is adopted by Loretta. Anna. Lauren’s closest friend since before they were Sisters, and stuck together once they were turned, too. Also “adopted” by Loretta.

Borderlands Quinn. Ex-raider, ass kicker, and all around asshole. She has the hots for Mordecai but won’t admit it. She also has a pet skag and stalker. Leo. Also an asshole but on a much more acceptable scale. He kind of unofficially joined the Crimson Raiders but can’t remember how. Sydney. They’re the most terrifying 12 year old anyone will ever meet. They were adopted by Leo after he found them stowing away on a bandit ship.

DA Inquisition Nadira. She’s basically a prophet that was given the gift of visions after she died and a compassion spirit felt bad for her. Don’t ask how because I don’t know :P Liv. Nadira’s best friend, and the one who sort of accidentally started a local legend about her. She’s also the blushiest baby of a Qunari ever. Myrae. Liv’s twin and the more serious of the two. She’s painfully anti-social but forces herself for the sake of the Inquisition.

Dark Angel (does anyone else know this exists?) Ambrosia. An over stressed medic who tries her best. She has a daughter named Sunshine but doesn’t know who the dad is. Angelica. She used to be a mercenary hired to kill shitty people like abusers and rapists. Now she’s a medic under Ambrosia’s wing. Gabriella. She’s a mechanic and supply smuggler on the side, and has been caught too many times. Has the hots for everyone and will make it known.  Tamara. The daughter of a rich business man, Tammy ditched her family to help those in need. Using money stolen from her father’s company.

Fallout Hartley. Another one I mention sometimes! She’s a hardcore Commonwealth lady who will kill for caps. She lives in Croup Manor with a bunch of others. Atlas. Hartley’s sort-of boyfriend and also a super mutant. He signed up to the Institute’s FEV experiments not knowing what that meant. Idiot. Nixon. The resident ghoul genius, this kid can make anything from the most basic scraps. He even made his own synth with stolen tech. Tequila. The synth in question. Technically only four, she has the intelligence of a twenty year old. She’s agender but uses all pronouns. Carrion. Travels with their pet/bodyguard deathclaw named Lazarus. They were part of a vault experiment to infuse deathclaw DNA into a human.

Fullmetal Alchemist Andrea. She’s a young State Alchemist using the moniker ‘Lightning Alchemist’ for the way she uses alchemic tattoos to create weather-like effects. Rosie. A self taught automail and car mechanic. Rosie is extremely anti-social and often communicates through her brother. Evan. Rosie’s twin, although they look nothing alike. Although he works front desk at Central Command, State Alchemists terrify him.

Mad Max (my BOYS!) Spider. He used to help the Organic Mechanic, but blood bags don’t cut it anymore and he’s close to death. Post-movie he has a raging crush on Capable. Crimson. The shittiest, most infuriating man on earth. He’s an excellent driver, with many battle scars to prove it.  Cable. He’s Crimson’s lancer. Given his name by the way he wears cables as jewellery, and the fact he was burned by an electrical fire. Hammer. He was born to Joe and a Milk Mother, though thrown to the Wastes. Now he’s a brutal lancer that uses his bulk to his advantage. Lagarto. He’s Hammer’s driver, although at only 4′11 he has to prove himself constantly. Crimson’s boyfriend, though the relationship doesn’t last. Cepheus. Cepheus was named after a constellation he found in a book. Entirely deaf since birth, but one of the Imperators’ most trusted Warboys.

Mass Effect Camilla. A Commander of a ship, a true leader, Cammy is a force to be reckoned with. Especially since she looks after four krogan kids, a human, and a salarian. Garst. Cammy’s ‘husband’ and an excellent soldier class. He used to live on Omega before Cammy picked him up. Hayley. Cammy and Garst’s adopted kid, Hayley is a bit of a wild child. She has a pet varren named Pickles, though no one knows how she tamed him. Chanyi. Hayley’s girlfriend, and an angel of a quarian. Her mother died on Omega and Garst took her in.

My Hero Academia Akari. Akari’s Quirk gives her incredibly strong empathy and the ability to influence emotions. She feels bad using her Quirk, though. Riko. Riko can rapidly grow bones from her limbs, snapping them off and fashioning them into weapons. She loves grossing people out. Takara. The daughter of a Pro Hero and a scientist, Takara is overpowered as fuck. She’s also horrendously arrogant about it.

Trollhunters Roisin. A teacher at Arcadia Oaks High, she accidentally got involved in Jim’s troll nonsense. She has a crush on Blinky, the madwoman. Una. Roisin’s kid sister, Una is actually a Krubera changeling that ditched the order because she loved her human family too much.

XMen Alina. Nicknamed ‘Songbird’ for the way her voice can put people to sleep - or cause brain haemorrhage. Her choice. Bethany. Definitely wants to bang Hank McCoy and is overly defensive about it. She teaches English at the mansion - and her nephew goes there too. Daisy. She literally got into a fist fight with anti-mutant protesters, which ended in her nearly dying. She still thinks it was well worth it. Lydia. She’s a nurse in training and ends up helping the mansion after an attack. She can induce hallucinations but prefers to use it to soothe people. Hayley. Literally Rapunzel, with meters of prehensile hair as strong as steel. She’s barely five foot and has never hurt a soul, but she can threaten. Cassandra. A lingerie model with a killer body, Alina uses it to take the attention away from the enormous eagle wings attached to her back.

I’ve Been Dreaming! (My first original project!) Delinna. Although not literally a demon, the red skin and horns have earned her species that nickname. Poly dating Red and Keavyn, who she loves a lot. Red. Extremely round and extremely shy. His name is actually Allistair but he goes by Red due to his bright auburn hair. Carisey. Delinna’s little sister, and a right troublemaker. She’s at college mechanical engineering, and is scarily good at it. Keavyn. He has his own Youtube channel where he posts gaming and ghost hunting videos. Once tricked Red into a ghost hunt and regretted it. Claire. She’s blind, and her eyes literally look like space; complete with tiny planets. She doesn’t know how, but sometimes her dreams are prophecies. Josh. A boy with too many eyes and not enough patience. Amusingly he’s dating Claire, and he’s all too aware of the irony.

Gator Land Khadija. Her father is basically a mad scientist that created loads of sentient “monster people”. Khadija is now best friends with all of them. Sebastian. Is he alligator or human? Both. Although he’s painfully shy it doesn’t stop him from wanting to live as a human. Or from crushing on Khadija. Coco. She has no mouth and a geode for a stomach. It’s unknown if she’s more living creature or more gemstone. Cloud. A fluffy skull-headed boy who’s fur changes colour with the seasons. He kind of looks like a humanoid cubone. Sonnet. A shy fish boy who loves poetry and fantasy novels. He will cry if you say anything mean to him.

[jm-bb-blog]

Blog#3

So I watched Mad Max: Fury Road and The Silence of the Lambs and I want to talk some memorable scenes in those two movies

Mad Max: Fury Road, directed by George Miller, who also directed the movie “Happy Feet”. It is an action film that sets on a post-apocalyptic future where all life on earth became a desolate, harsh desert that fills with savage and insane people. The Movie sets around on our protagonist, Max, who got kidnapped by a group of Warboys and sent to the Citadel, the place that the story centers around throughout the film, to be a universal donor for them at the start of the film. There we got an introduction of the casts of characters and what is the story about. Furiosa, another protagonist, ran away with a War Rig, a truck, and the wives of Immortan Joe, the Antagonist. This made Immortan Joe furious and made a full-on car chase on her, bringing along Max, captured and restrained, as well. The story of the movie is simple, short and straight to the point, and it is amazing. The movie gave a lot of memorable scene from start to finish. Everything filled with action, provided with the sounds and music, gives you the sense of urgency and adrenaline. Dramatic scenes are few, but well done in this movie. There aren’t over the top, nor it will fill you with any exposition dumping about the characters. The characters in the movie are amazing, every single one of them, it makes the movie feel alive. Other than the main cast of characters, the minor and even extras has they’re own input in the situation.

For my understanding on the what Mise en scene is, Mad Max: Fury has a lot of mise en scenes. Like I said from earlier, there are a lot of memorable scenes. If you watched it, its literally a car chase no more or less. Its in a middle of the desert, where an army of cars are chasing a single truck, which clearly stands out and easy to focus at. Most of the lighting is high key, hot as a sun, the only low-key lighting was at night, gloomy and misty blue. There are some scenes that would consider as a Mise en scene. The first one would be the time when Immortal Joe declared the chase on Furiosa. Every available Warboy was deployed on the chase. They were getting prepared and readying their cars, they also pray on some kind of altar before they leave. During the start that there is a vehicle that is equipped with battle drums and a guy playing a guitar it would suggest that they love the thrill. The other scene would be the part where Max and Furiosa was passing by an eerie and strange place that was filled crows, murky soil and people covered with like a camouflage walking on all fours using sticks. The last one would be at the near end of the film where a scene in where Furiosa alone was crying in the middle of the desert due to her home was gone and her tribe was almost extinct.

Another film that I would like to mention is titled, “The Silence of the Lambs” that is directed by Jonathan Demme. It is an adaptation from Thomas Harris’s 1988 novel of the same name. The story centers around an FBI trainee named Clarice Starling, who is recruited by Jack Crawford in helping catching a killer named Buffalo Bill. To catch the killer, Jack Crawford assigned Clarice Starling to go to an Asylum and meet Dr. Hannibal Lecter the Cannibal, in order for her understand and catch the killer. This is a Psychological Horror Film even though it is detective movie. It is good movie, it has suspense, it has realistic horror and how the insanity of Buffalo Bill and Hannibal Lector works. We get to see a character arc of Clarice both physically and mentally.

There were many iconic scenes throughout the movie. The first one would be on the early part of the film, where agent Starling is walking cell to cell of prisoners each becoming darker and crazier as each cell she passes by, then we go to Hannibal Lecter’s cell, fully lighted, clean room filled with drawings, has thick glass barriers and Hannibal Lecter himself standing straight like an ordinary man. The other part where Hannibal escape from the police station. That scene was horrifying and yet, it was mesmerizing. In that scene Police barged in onto Hannibal Lecter’s cell only to find a dead cop in an angelic posture hanging in the middle of the room, lights are covered behind him with a curtain wrapped around his body, and his guts are hanging from his sliced-up body. The most Iconic scene for me for this movie, Is the face of Hannibal Lecter. Every interaction agent Starling made with Hannibal Lecter; the shot always makes close-up with the face of Hannibal Lecter. The lighting was high key, no effects, just the face of Hannibal Lecter, It was like you yourself are talking to him while his eyes stare back at yours.

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@wrendazzle​ - continued from here

He could only stand there as his son begins to storm away. Crow felt as though his legs would give way at any moment, he wanted to collapse right there. Wren came to find him. He found him! Crow didn’t think he’d actually listen, anyway. He didn’t even have the strength to lift his arms so that he could just embrace the other, he didn’t even know if Wren even wanted him around anymore, if he still even loved him. He didn’t even care. The man tailed after him, stops short right in front of him, practically seething. He had never seen the other so angered in his life, but then again, he had every right to be. “I’m sorry,” was all he was able to utter. He wished that Wren would just hit him or even punch his jaw or break his nose at this point, he deserved it. Oh, what a horrible father he was. So disrespectful and always only ever wanting time to himself.

Something to make Crow Dazzle feel even more guilty for leaving Wren behind. He mustered up some courage to grab hold of his son’s hands and held them tightly, “I couldn’t come back. I’m sorry. They would’ve killed all of us if I had, please understand.” He felt his throat swell up and struggled to speak as tears began to well up in his eyes. “I never meant to hurt you, my dear son.”

All this time, both his partner and Wren’s mother had been dead. Dead. Nothing hinted to her survival, they had buried a body looking exactly like the woman he loved, who one gave a speech shaken from tears from a different kind of funeral that never was his, felt the word Warboys ache his heart as it only existed due to her death. Nothing made sense any longer, no act against no one if the future without violence without the people who had caused it all. Hadn’t it been a foolish decision to make? Crow Dazzle, only a fault in the system of those many individuals before him, however, after allowing such things to happen, he wouldn’t make the mistake to spare his life, wouldn’t he? A fault needed to be destroyed, or so Crow always believed to know his own reasoning.

A last bit of life warmed tired eyes whilst his thin hands tugged nervously at his son’s and then it all of sudden left him again. Countless months and years spent without the person he had come to love, who was dead. Everyone knew she had died. Killed by those frothing crazy Warboys and missed ever since. Crow missed her. Wren missed her. His friend, and his love. Brows concentrated and fingers tightening as they slowly let go of Wren’s. He was happy, glad to see the other alive despite all what happened, but knuckles whitened under some pressure, lips pressed together. He had always cared for that person behind the long hair but then everything happened, and he is so happy that he is back. Even if it is only for a few minutes that he can spend time with him. Instinctively his hand reached forward and cupped the other’s cheek. He had never seen himm not smile, not for this long at least. It was unsettling. And he himself, was crying.

Never had he killed someone on his own, but he belonged to those who knew them. In only three minutes he felt the angst in his own eyes, watching Wren until the time of staring was over and a hug follows. Begging for help in a world they couldn’t change. Most knew that they would die, but Crow could never count anyone out. Not a single one of them. Never did he kill kids and destroy families, they never lingered on him. Some kids he never even knew. It didn’t matter though. He wasn’t as strong as the rest of these people, every night he would hear screaming and crying.

“Grief does not care what role you played.”

He had planned ambushes, once. Never once was he apart of them. Ghosts followed him down every corner. It felt like a disgrace to his name, to hear people from across the wasteland call him a great racemaster, someone who supposedly likes to run these said races and help everyone he comes across. He just wanted to make people proud. Now he was paying the price. A pause was needed as tears start to blur his vision again, the pain in his heart only greater as he realizes the truth of his words. He has been too busy. Too busy with himself to see Wren. Of course the meaning was breathed in by him each day, but the feeling of emptiness in his heart and helplessness formed into such simple words by someone who wasn’t supposed to feel like this gave him regret.

“It never leaves and Crow does not want you to feel the same.”

[so-shiny-so-chrome]

Witness: Singswithtrees

Creator name (AO3): singswithtrees

Creator name (Tumblr): allthisandtea (general blog)/crotchrocketspockets (MMFR-specific)

Link to creator works: https://archiveofourown.org/users/singswithtrees/works?fandom_id=51060

Creator name (other platform- please specify): birdspiritland (DW)

Q: Why the Mad Max Fandom?

A: A rich, beautiful, terrible world, fascinating characters, and badass ladies, among many things.

Q: What do you think are some defining aspects of your work? Do you have a style? Recurrent themes?

A: I love pondering meta and sociological aspects of the Wasteland, and relating it back to historical times and empires.

Q: Which of your works was the most fun to create? The most difficult? Which is your most popular? Most successful? Your favourite overall?

A: Most fun and my favorite overall is "Relics".  Most difficult was "Delight".  What do we mean by successful?  Most popular is "Better Days Ahead".

Q: How do you like your wasteland? Gritty? Hopeful? Campy? Soft? Why?

A: Hopeful, liminal, blending all of the different cultures together.  There are already enough overly depressing apocalypses around--I want to see humans be good at coming together and rebuilding.

Q: Walk us through your creative process from idea to finished product. What's your prefered environment for creating? How do you get through rough patches?

A: I generally like to sit down at my desk, have a large amount of caffeine, and just write.  For rough patches, I take a break or let my partner do an editing pass.

Q: What (if any) music do you listen to for help getting those creative juices flowing?

A: Lots of playlists on 8 Tracks. :)

Q: What is your biggest challenge as a creator?

A: Plot.  Coming up with plot.

Q: How have you grown as a creator through your participation in the Mad Max Fandom? How has your work changed? Have you learned anything about yourself?

A: I've started thinking a lot more about the spiritual aspects of settings in general.

Q: Which character do you relate to the most, and how does that affect your approach to that character? Is someone else your favourite to portray? How has your understanding of these characters grown through portraying them?

A: I love Miss Giddy dearly, and want to write more with her and about her.  My understanding of her as someone who perhaps remembers Before the apocalypse makes her really interesting to me.

Q: Do you ever self-insert, even accidentally?

A: Yep!

Q: Do you have any favourite relationships to portray? What interests you about them?

A: I haven't written any  of the relationships yet!  Still working my way up to that.

Q: How does your work for the fandom change how you look at the source material?Do you prefer to create in one defined chronology or do your works stand alone? Why or why not?

A: They're all stand alones so far, just because I haven't really written a lot more than ficlets.

Q: To break or not to break canon? Why?

A: I personally enjoy breaking canon, because I like bringing back favorite characters and don't always enjoy angst that much.  And I want them to live, dammit.  That's what fic is for.

Q: Share some headcanons.

A: I've always headcanoned that, besides the gardens, the Citadel probably cultivates insects for protein.

Q: If you work with OCs walk us through your process for creating them. Who are some of your favourites?

A: I do, though I haven't written about my own yet.  I'm biased, in that my favorites are a couple of fan warboys that a friend and I created, Motorbreath and Crotchrocket.

Q: Who are some works by other creators inside and outside of the fandom that have influenced your work?

A: A lot of the meta from Tumblr!

Q: What advice can you give someone who is struggling to make their own works more interesting, compelling, cohesive, etc.? 

A: Research ancient cultures and find parallels!  That's been a fun thing for me.

Q: Have you visited or do you plan to visit Australia, Wasteland Weekend, or other Mad Max place?

A: I'd like to go to Australia some day, but I am a creature of cold and wet Oregon, and am fairly certain I wouldn't be terribly comfortable in the desert for Wasteland Weekend. 

Q: Tell us about a current WIP or planned project.

A: I'd like to continue "Better Days Ahead", maybe!  And perhaps write down some of the backstory for my OC.

Thank you @allthisandtea @crotchrocketspockets and just to clarify, panels will be virtual.  

[luxeluminasoaps]

Reblogging these again because my FALLOUT SOAPS GO LIVE LATER TODAY!!

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One of my favorite parts of Furiosa was finally getting to see the other little "towns" on the big screen.

Gas Town was a fun soap for me. I knew it would be simpler than the others. No bullets, no real reason to go wild with colors and despite knowing I could find a scent similar to crude oil online, I think the market for that is too niche even for Mad Max themed soap lol

But what I could do is make it inky black and iridescent.

Which I did. The color shift is so fun and the scent is one of the more complex ones I currently offer.

It's bright and citrusy but also has notes of florals and ends with spices and cocoa.

It's one of my most beautiful soaps; get a bar and see for yourself!