#mmfr oc

[leetweevil]

Unnamed boy

[lavenderuraniumglass]

I call this piece

'[Stares in bisexual disgust]'

[phelssuma]

I feel like a sans fangirl but 5x worse

[zekreet]

sawry guyth i can't stop THINKING ABOUT THEM

[roopnavarro]

So I went and made another Mad Max OC

Lyra the Obstetrix

As she wandered the Wasteland, Lyra the Obstetrix felt compelled to check every wreck and crumpled body she passed by. With every festering corpse and crumpled jalopy she checked, she felt as though she was getting one step closer to reuniting with the person she treasured most. In her wildest dreams, she imagined wrapping him up in the tightest hug she could muster. She spent countless nights wondering how he'd aged — did he grow a beard? Did he still remember the recipes they cooked together? Would he even recognize her, if he saw her?

It had been 20 years since an auctioneer's mallet separated the old-world doctor from her adult son. A burly, young, male surgeon in his 20s fetched a higher price than any other person trafficked that day. She could still recall that bitter mix of guilt and hope she had for him. This was the man she'd predestined, even before his birth, to follow in her footsteps. He was to become a physician, trained by her side, in hopes of making him into a valued member of any community he could join. Instead, he had become a commodity. Lyra remembered very little of how the auctioneer described her, or how the crowd of potential buyers leered at her. Her attention was fixed on the sight of her son being loaded into a cage and towed away. As she watched him disappear into the distance, she collapsed to her knees on the auction block. She was sold at a significant discount.

Since that day, a reunion had been at the forefront of her mind. As much as she longed to see him alive, she would at least settle for closure. Lyra scrutinized every skeleton she found — the curvature of the forehead; the shape of the nose bridge and cheekbones; the length of the femur; the little quirks of the teeth. And with each body that failed the examination, she breathed a sigh of relief. The search could continue.

[alex08-yeah]

–Okay, let's go again.. Dumb sketches

Grunt and Skojare just bored, Nux and Slit were just sleeping, I think it was not worth distracting them :p

[method-to-the-madness]

More war boys! This is Wesson, and the pup is Bingo :)

(Wesson normally has scars, but i forgot them when drawing this so just pretend they're there)

[maxholyspirit]

Hehe, they got married. Hehe :33

[bunnibeezness]

but what if Furiosa had a tiny wife.

her name is Adamant and she has Opinions

(yes i'm writing the fic. the world needs it)

[wine4thewin]

Do you have any works planned for your war boy ocs? I fell instantly for Haunt and his disposition ❤️ Also in love with the details you put in every work. It’s fucking poetry especially with your fallout fic😩

I don’t currently have anything planned with Haunt himself though I’m glad you love him I could probably find some way to write ‘a day in the life’ from his POV. Morsov would probably make an appearance, because Haunt is the bloke to fix his ego on the days Slit calls him mediocre too many times. Slit, what a guy, what an ass, amiright?

What I do have lying around is like, 3000+ words of Lexus/Elvis War Boy drama written 💀 the drama is so huge I don’t feel close to completing it omg. Furiosa & The Ace are so done with them, but I am not 😆

❤️ glad you enjoy my many random fics! I’m afraid I’ll have 100 some day…

[randommadmaxfan]

Some cursed images of my Mad Max Oc (Hushed)

[leetweevil]

FUCK. I did it again.

[phelssuma]

Do we fw mad max ocs here..

He lives as a scavenger and spends all his time finding stuff to trade for essentials, gets around on a motorcycle that I have yet to design

[zekreet]

feels awkward drawing realism,,, stop looking at me ,,..

alr version below of the meme redraw to be used for ref purposes because i think that's hilarious

[roopnavarro]

The Bullet Farmer and his mama, my OC Anya Kalashnikova 💙 🧡

[kirkypet]