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I’m thinking the four wheeler is something like this, but more mad max of course.

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-vehicle update-

I’m really thinking about giving Spoke an ATV. I’ve been riding my four-wheeler all day and it’s so much fun. I might have him either lose his motorcycle or the motorcycle be a shared vehicle and the atv be HIS vehicle. Actually yeah that’s how I’ll do it. Motorcycle will be for urgent messages and thus a loaner, but normally he’ll have a four-wheeler with a little wagon behind it for packages.

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He took the steering wheel, but kept the charm held out.

“It’s like a-” He took a moment trying to remember the right word. “Memory! Don’t know much about what’ll happen out here. You might end up far away. I might have to do war. You take this and I’ll always be goin’ with you though.”

He smiled at Ivakir and shook the trinket to encourage her to take it.

Iv got the steering wheel, which she promised to Spoke. Before give it, she rubbed it. It was pretty new and without any trace of rust. But it didn’t have “special Ivakir’s spot” - it wasn’t decorated with feathers or skin like her other goods. She just didn’t have a time for it. - Here, take it, - she said, handing him, but completely ignoring the charm that he held out to her. Iv noticed it, but she just didn’t understand, why Spoke did it. She had to pay him. So she stared at the charm in perplexity. - But for what? - she asked, poking at it.

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mmfrconfessions:

I think it’s really funny when you see the odometer for the war rig. Its top speed is 50 mph, so Fury Road is more like a really slow car chase and it is so hilarious to me.

This actually isn’t too far off. The tatra t815′s (the truck the war rig uses) has a top speed of around 68mph. So really it’s still a pretty slow car chase especially if you factor in the load the rig is carrying and the driving on sand/mud part. That is shown in the movie though, they always catch up to Furiosa in like 2 seconds and keep speed with her easily.

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Updated Spoke’s look a little. Also, decided he’s a full life instead of half-life.

Also also! Here’s some fun facts about Spoke’s scars.

-Spoke believes his little racing stripe scars make him go faster.

-Spoke always heard the organic refer to bits like his as lips so he decide to make it the mouth of a skull.

-He cut his ears to points since he heard that’s what used to be done to dogs and he really likes dogs.

-He put the v8 on his forehead so it’s always on his mind.

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nsfw ooc about a dream

So I maybe had a dream where I ate out Wez’s ass????? Like it’s not bad, I just normally don’t have any form of sexual dreams ever? I’m more confused than anything. Also we were in his truck (it looked like rictus’ truck) in my dream, but he doesn’t have that. Dreams are weird.

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ivakir:

So their short journey ended. Iv got down from his bike and looked around. She didn’t plan to be in the center, but what she could do now? Still she was thankful. It smelled terrible there, and Iv hid her nose in a scarf. So at least it will be better. - Thank you, Spoke, - she smiled. He couldn’t see her smile, but it was clear from her eyes. - I need to pay you now for it.

Spoke put the kickstand down on the bike and got off. He was sad that they had to part ways now, but it was nice to have made an unexpected friend.

“S’no problem! While you dig the one thing out let me find a trinket for you. Like a thing to keep me in here.” He touched his head again before digging in his pocket and pulling out a charm on a leather string. It was nothing amazing, just a few bolt nuts with a dried lizard hand at the bottom.

“This’ll do!.” He held it out to her. “Made it myself.”

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ivakir:

Ivakir laughed because of his comparison. She liked to spend time with Spoke, and she felt so free. Like before. The closer they were to the city, this disgusting smell  intensified. Iv winced and wrapped her mouth and nose with a scarf - not to smell it, somehow hide from it. - Can’t imagine, how people live here.

Spoke heaved in as much of the smokey plumes as he could into his lungs like it was fresh air after nearly drowning. It was the smell of engines running, fire, war, and the lifeblood of vehicle, guzzoline. The same scent wafted from the mechanic’s den back at the Citadel and from the Immortan’s army when it was put to use. All of it reminding him of what he was here for both with his task and in his life.

“It must be different where you’re from. Growing up here, being a war boy this is what you live for. The blood that pumps the heart of the V8. Brings everything life like my bike here. No guzzoline no working motors. No working motors means you can’t do war and live again in Valhalla.”

He slowed as he reached the center of Gas Town.

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vash-the-scavenger:

Sorry I’ve become more ooc posts than ic posts. I have a lot of family drama happening right now and so I wanted to apologize for my lack of replies and also say that for the moment I will not be able to get to things much if at all. It should settle down soon I just don’t want y’all to think I fell off the earth or anything. Sorry about all this friends.

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ivakir:

Iv sniffed. Disgusting. Disgusting smoke got into her lungs. It had smell of dust and metal. She immediately covered her nose with hand. But still, it was quite a hot spot for trade.

Frankly, Ivakir was a little sad that their little journey will be over soon. Simple conversations always made her life a little better. But she obviously wanted to remember this meeting for a long time. - I am gonna do something cool right now. Don’t be afraid, - Iv said in Spoke’s ear. - And don’t slow down. It will be better than the first time, - she lightly squeezed his shoulder. Ivakir began to rise, where she sat. At first slowly and hesitantly, but then she straightened, keeping balance. Iv opened her arms, allowing wind to ruffle her hair and clothes. - Oh, dear God, it’s so wonderful! - she cried, laughing happily. For a while she stood still, eyes closed and arms outstretched, feeling the bliss, that slowly diverged around her body. Then she also carefully set down to her seat with a satisfied smile on her face. - Decided to have a little fun, - she said through laughter.

Spoke grinned at the mention of doing something cool. He had to witness this. Surely it would be amazing. As the weight on his bike shifted he made a quick glance up at Iv standing in the wind.

“Very good! You’d make a great lancer. If I had any thundersticks I’d let you throw one. ” Spoke breathed in another lungful of the fuel soaked air.

“Gotta love the winds comin’ off Gas Town. Breathing in the guzzoline is getting the meat engine pumping good again.” He poked his chest over his heart. They were only maybe 15 minutes from the opening of Gas Town now and the smell had only gotten heavier with their approach.

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nuxtheuncrackable:

Nux gave a “HMM,” of consideration, looking over the wares carefully and critically. The headrests were effective, would certainly allow a head to be rested, but he had been hoping for something a little more… snazzy. He did like the one with all the fabric bits, though. 

The inked marking meant nothing. Man was marked just as often as beast, although actual animal leather was rare, usually salvaged from wreck upholstery. Still, that small chunk was the best trade fodder he had. 

That didn’t mean Nux wouldn’t play hard ball. “Alright, alright… The wheel-plate for the strapping, the leather, and that ‘rest.”  He pointed accordingly before folding his arms to see if the boy would take the deal or haggle. 

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Spoke thought on the offer. He really liked the piece, but that was a lot of his stuff. He tapped his fingers on his knee and tilted his head side to side. A thought came to him on how to even it a bit more.

“Maybe just half the piece of leather? I have a knife to cut it with.” Spoke had to stop himself from asking if that was okay. He just always wanted to give as much as he could to the other war boys, but this was trading so he  had to at least attempt haggling. That’s how it worked right?

“I wouldn’t want to trade too much of my goods for a single item with a full day of trading ahead of me right?”

Market Day - with Spoke

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ivakir:

Ivakir made a hand gesture, trying to “touch” a word that he said. There was something familiar in this. Perhaps she had once heard that word, but forgot it’s meaning. - Well, you found at least one person, who believed you, - she smiled. - As for me, I came from the distant edges. This was evident even in the way she was dressed. Clothes, which she was wearing, were rare in these areas. - My homeland is located far to the north. I had to leave my tribe and go on a journey. However, I can’t go back, - she said with a sad smile. In her soul there was still a pathetic hope that she will come back home one day. But in fact it’s only poisoned her life. - I spent many years traveling alone. Sometimes I engage in trade, sometimes … do something else, - she decided not to talk about her second “profession”. - I don’t think I could ever find a place that I would call home. I am a nomad. I can’t sit quietly somewhere even a week, - Iv laughed. - So, that’s short story of my life. I’ll tell you more, if we meet after our little trip, - she smiled.

- Hey, is it Gas Town? - Ivakir asked, standing up slightly and lightly leaning on Spoke’s shoulder to see better.

Spoke listened intently over the whir of his wheels in the sand. Iv had been travelling a while and had seemed to have experienced quite a bit. 

“It’s sad you can’t go back. I can’t think of not going back to the Citadel. Once we had a war boy who went treasonous real bad. Got caught taking food. Banished out into the wastes. It was a bad time for the pups since so many had liked him.” Spoke shook his head.

“I look forward to hearing more.” Spoke looked out into the distance. That did look like Gas Town out there.

“Looks like it. Smells like it too.” He could already sniff out the sweet smell of guzzoline in the air.

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vash-the-scavenger:

1. Sorry I haven’t been active the last couple of days. I’ve been getting ready for an event I’m going to tomorrow. The mention of this event brings me to

2. I haven’t slept in over 30 hours so I’m not going to reply tonight and I’ll be away from my computer till at least Tuesday.

I’m super sorry about this! I’ll try and get to replies tomorrow, but I make no promises I’ll be able to. As soon as I get back though it’s back to normal reply times.

This of course goes for my other blog Spoke-of-the-Citadel too.

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ivakir:

sicklyscavenger:

HI I’M JUST CURIOUS BUT WHAT ARE YOUR CHARACTERS’ NAMES IN THE MODERN AU? like their legal names?

Ivanka Prohazka.

Vasha Razuvayev, but would still likely go by Vash.

Birth name: Valana Besson

Chosen name: Ajax Besson

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ivakir:

Iv watched with delight as he waved his hand, trying to convey the size of that beast. She loved to listen to stories, especially those, where human life was in danger. - Did you tell anyone about this? Maybe you could catch it with someone? And what it was like? - she began to ask him not hiding her delight. But she stopped. It always happened when she liked any story - her questions didn’t stop. - Hah, sorry about that, - she laughed. - Your story is just interesting. I can say, you are really brave, since you returned to your duties after that.

Spoke grinned at her questions even though she couldn’t see him do it since he was driving. All the boys he had told back home never believed him when he told them of the beast. 

“I told everyone I knew at the Citadel about it and not one believed me! I tried to get them to go out, but since they thought it was just me hallucinating none of them did. I even talked to the history man! He said I might have seen a...h-horze.” Spoke tried to sound the word out. It was one he hadn’t heard until that day and didn’t hear any day after.

“It is fine to ask questions. No other way to know stuff right? As far as the brave stuff goes I just do my job. It’d be mediocre if I just gave up cause of some sand burns.” He looked over his shoulder momentarily, smiling at Iv.

“You have any stories?”

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The set of “Mad Max: Fury Road”

A masterpiece of War Boys art XD Maybe the best photo from the set ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

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doofairy:

bloodyrose1998:

comadxxfwarrior:

kukkiisart:

doctor-honesty:

Describe your position in the giant war boy cuddle pile we are suddenly all in. Where are you and what are you doing? Reblog and describe!

I’m somewhere on the bottom of the pile trying to crawl out cuz I can’t breath under the heap of warboys.

((Lmao IDK. Probably in the middle, wheezing and whispering for help. Also somewhere near revitup-ditto or bloodyrose1998 where we can whisper about shit)).

i would be near the top because of how small i am and probably cuddling comadxxfwarrior and roguewarboy

On the top wiggling around hugging everyone

Spoke would probably be towards the center letting the others use him as a pillow.

War boys! Cuddle!