And my @ madmaxsecretsanta is @fuckyeahisawthat !!! Here you go, a little Max and Furiosa on a car, at night. I made some white stars but they ended up almos invisible D: I was doing a digital piece where they say “What do you want for diner?” “Nothing but salt…” but I dropped my pen and now i need a whole new wacoom u_u Anyway, I hope you like it and have a very happy holiday!
At long last, my @madmaxsecretsanta gift for @littlemissfundip!! Thank you for your patience as I picked away at this thing, and here I am screeching in at the eleventh hour. She requested a number of things, of which I selected the relationship between Furiosa and Ace, plus her mandatory Ace lives headcanon. I hope you like Toast, because you’re gettin’ her, too. I hope you had a lovely holiday and please enjoy!!
“I’m sure there’s plenty there that she’ll take to her grave, to Valhalla, to wherever the hell all these crazy war boys think they’re headed now, but that Ace knows more than any of us.” Ace lives, Furiosa heals, Toast flourishes.
Scales and Balance, found here on AO3.
Merry Christmas!
@wasteland-warchild I was your secret santa! Hope you will like my gift. I really liked your OC Apollo so here is a drawing of him for you! [I am sorry if I left something out o.o]
I also wrote a little bit of his backstory, because I really liked it. (yes, I know it is sad, but that is what makes it interesting)
trigger warning: abuse
Apollo
I do not remember much from before, before the citadel and the life I am living now. But there are some things that are still vivid in my memory, that still replay in my mind from time to time. I mostly remember my mother; she was so smart and wise.
I remember her stories; not the ones she told to me, because she did not tell me the stories, but the ones she told herself. They were about people from past, strong people from places far away. They were mighty and beautiful and wise, and other people looked up to them, worshiped them; they were like Immortan of old time!
Mother would remember stories of different people, and they did different things, they helped other people who honoured them, or they harmed them if they did not. Some of those people looked like animals, while other could command the nature! I remember mother being fond of people from some mountain, and they were led by a man who could command lightning. My mother liked those people so much that she named me after one of them, the person who liked music, controlled the sun and light. That meant that she thought of me as the light of her life, right?
But I was a bad child… I did so many things wrong. I was clumsy and stupid and too careless. I did bad stuff, and it made mother sad. I always broke things, misplaced them, and forgot them. Everything bad that happened to us was my fault, I was the cause of our misfortune. Mother said that I needed to be punished for my wrongdoings, that I need to feel the consequences of my actions. I remember the bruises on my body, the cuts, and traces of blood on my skin and clothes. I also remember the salty taste of tears, and the sound of mother screaming at me to stop ruining everything. Yes, I was a bad child.
Even the last thing that I did was to my mother’s shame. The water is not easy to find in the Wasteland, and it is expensive. In my ignorance, I spilled the last water we had; I was careless and it was wrong of me to do so. Mother explained this to me, and made sure I will remember that lesion for the rest of my life. The sight of water mixing with the blood, and two fingers slowly drowning in both… I will never be that careless again.
My mother was gone soon after that. It must have been sadness, sadness over my carelessness. My last actions must have really hurt her. I still love her, she is still the dearest person, even if I was not worthy of her. I will always love her.
for @kukkiisart
Nux has realized he is not just a tool and Slit refuses to believe him.
This is my @madmaxsecretsanta gift for @v8roadworrier! You’ve given us so many great AUs I wanted to try my hand at giving you one :) Hope you enjoy!
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Mad Max Series (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Furiosa/Max Rockatansky Characters: Max Rockatansky, Cheedo the Fragile, Toast the Knowing, The Dag (Mad Max), The Splendid Angharad, Capable (Mad Max), Furiosa (Mad Max), The Ace (Mad Max), Nux (Mad Max), Slit (Mad Max), Morsov (Mad Max) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - School, Secret Santa, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Kid Fic, Max Has A Dog, The Wives ship Max/Furiosa, Parent Furiosa, Parent Max, Families of Choice Summary:
Max left his life as a big city cop after a gang war took away his family and his career. A job opening as a bus driver in an out of the way town was as good a way as any other to resettle himself. And it’s nice he supposes, steady and predictable. What he doesn’t count on, though, when he relocates again to the tiny town of Green Place, is to find the one thing he thought he’d lost forever.
Here’s my Secret Santa gift for @ufogalpals, I hope you like it! @madmaxsecretsanta
Night time at the citadel was always cold. The chill offered a nice respite from the heat of the day, but it left Furiosa shivering in bed where she lay awake. She couldn’t seem to fall asleep, and mothers knew she needed it.
A few hours into her tossing and turning there was a knock on the door. Her first thought was Max, but he was away, out in the wasteland again. Part of her itched to join him, but she knew that she was needed here. Getting up, she shuffled to the door, wondering what mid-night emergency awaited her now.
But to her relief it was just Val. She had found her way to the citadel about sixty days earlier, and after some time in the infirmary was about as healthy as anyone in the wasteland could be.
“Cold?” She asked, holding up a blanket. “Thought you might be, the wind up here is freezing, dear mothers,” she shivered exaggeratedly. “And that window sure isn’t helping,” she remarked, peeking in at the hole cut in the wall. Her hair was tied up in a knot on top of her head and was lacking the usual crow feathers.
Furiosa smiled and gestured her inside.
“Thanks.”
They both plopped down on the bed next to each other. Valkyrie shook out the blanket and laid it over their shoulders, pulling her close.
“How’re you holding up?” Furiosa asked.
Val snorted. “Pretty good, considering. But I should really be the one asking you that.”
“I’m fine,” Furiosa picked awkwardly at the embroidery on the blanket. It was hard to see in the dark, but the moon shone enough light through the window to see that it was decorated with twisting vines and flowers in many colors. Although faded by years in the desert, it was still beautiful and warm.
Sensing that Furiosa didn’t want to talk about the present, Valkyrie switched topic to the past. “Remember,” she mused, “When Katy was teaching us how to ride double on a bike. How old were we when we started?”
“About 4000 days, I think.” Furiosa remembered flying across the sand with Val, hair braided tight. She rubbed her head absentmindedly. “Right. She took us out to the sands to practice. I was driving and you were my gunner, except you kept trying to stand up when you were supposed to be sitting down. Katy kept shouting at you to stop it, but you wouldn’t. In the end you and that heavy rifle toppled our whole bike over.”
Furiosa huffed and gave a little smile “Better sight that way. And I did eventually get the hang of it.”
“Thanks to no small injuries on my part!” Val remarked with mock indignation, “I nearly got my skin sanded clean off and you broke your leg what, twice?”
“It was just once,” Furiosa protested, gently patting the healed bone. “And besides, it healed pretty quickly.”
“Not quick enough. And I had to ride with Jaya while you were resting.”
“Jaya was perfectly nice,” she chided.
“I’m not speaking ill of her. But she wasn’t you.”
Furiosa chuckled. “Remember when they had us guard the fields from birds?” She asked.
Next to her Valkyrie shook with silent laughter. “I had almost forgotten about that. I think we may have taken it a little too seriously.”
“You think? All we had to do is stand there and wave our arms around a little.”
“Didn’t you make costumes? You tore Mary’s best blanket to shreds.”
“Well we were much scarier with wings of our own,” Furiosa smiled.
“Wings? Those were just strips of red blanket we were flapping around!”
“Don’t pretend that you were entirely innocent in this, you were the one who suggested we started screaming.”
Val smiled wickedly. “That really pissed the mothers off: us running around in blanket scraps, flapping our arms and screaming at the top of our lungs.”
“Got rid of the birds, though.”
“There was an especially good harvest that year, too.”
“All thanks to us, of course,” Furiosa gently knocked the side of her head against Val’s. “We were little terrors, to be sure.”
“But we had our moments. Our Vuvalini initiation went very well, out on the sands. Your mother was so proud.”
Furiosa felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she nodded silently. Feeling her tense up, Val quickly moved on.
“Anyway, my mom was proud too, but she always really wanted me to become a keeper of the seeds. I don’t think that would have gone well, though.”
“I can’t imagine you staying in one place for that long,” Furiosa swallowed her tears and smiled. “Hell, I’m surprised you’re still here.”
“Well, there’s a reason for that,” Val grinned and pulled her tight. “Besides, what would this place do without me?”
Furiosa snorted. “Actually, Dag has requested that you stop messing around in the greenhouse so much. Apparently you give off a bad aura for the plants. And you’re messing up her organization.”
“See, I was never meant to work with green.”
“You could always join me down in the garages. I could use all the help I could get rebuilding the rig. And you haven’t pissed off Toast yet.”
“But invalids like myself can’t do heavy work,” Val threw a hand across her forehead dramatically. “You know how weak I am.”
“Please, you’ve been fine for at least thirty days. I was back in the shops twenty after I lost my arm.”
“Were not.”
“Was too.”
“Girls!” Val mocked in a perfect imitation of Katy’s stern voice.
They burst out laughing, the sound ringing against the stone walls and filling the room. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. Furiosa got up to open it. On the other side was a very sleepy looking Toast.
“Could the two of you keep it down in here,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”
“Of course,” Furiosa replied, her voice calm and collected. “Sorry about that.”
Toast stumbled off down the hallway, muttering grumpily. As she shut the door, Furiosa turned to Valkyrie, and they both broke out in peals of laughter.
This is for @lafiametta for the mad max secret santa. BUT REALLY it’s more like a very small piece of the full gift. I’m so sorry for the delay in getting this to you (blahblahblah, unexpected illness, blahblahblah) but I wanted to make sure your gift wasn’t beyond belated - I’m finishing up the rest of it as soon as I’m able, but for now here’s a chicken scratch of a preview. (I’m working at print size so once the full piece is finished I can send you .tiff and you can take it to be printed if you like! Thumbs up.)
I hope you’ve had a wonderful holiday and best wishes for the coming new year!
happy holidays @nandamai :-) ! gosh, i’m so sorry that this is late. i told myself i would get it done early, and then suddenly it was nearly january, auuugh. i hope you’ve had a wonderful holiday season! this fic is a little combination of a bunch of your prompts, but primarily #1, though it is set after the film (hope that’s okay). i had a lot of fun writing it! hope you enjoy ♥
of all the citadel, there is a single place that the vuvalini like to converge. furiosa had offered them space, but they have spent half their lives pressed tightly together, and they are loathe to change that now. they share a room, they share a bed; these are natural things to do, when you have always shared a life.
Let It Get Away
@madmaxsecretsanta fic for @santa-max (aka dwarrowdamned)’s non-shipping War Rig Family Christmas prompt, which I answered with a college/grad student AU set in Seattle, which may or may not have been the last thing you were expecting.
PhDs wait for no man, but Valkyrie is no man, and it’s Christmas Eve. It’s kind of hard for Furiosa to disagree when there are already nine people in the apartment and Angharad is baking cookies.
Merry Christmas!
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mad Max Series (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Underage Relationships: Cheedo the Fragile/The Dag (Mad Max) Characters: Cheedo the Fragile, The Dag (Mad Max), Toast the Knowing Additional Tags: Implied past rape, everyone has their own worries but they work through it, furiosa makes a brief appearance, toast is knowing and also snarky Summary:
In which it rains for the first time in thousands of days, Dag and Cheedo fight, Toast is Knowing, and Dag prays.
A belated Merry Christmas to my assigned Wastelander, @schwarmerei1, for the @madmaxsecretsanta! I hope you’re enjoying this holiday period!
I didn’t get in as much fluff as hoped, but hopefully you’ll still enjoy my gift. It was a blast to write!
And finally DAY 12
ITS CHRISTMASSSSS
my @madmaxsecretsanta gift for @peppermintfoggy!!!!! I thought I’d do a little piece about post-film Max & Furiosa. I hope you like it, and a belated Merry Christmas to you!!!!! :>
The Wasteland was cold, and blue, and very still, and Max looked up at a canopy of stars and wondered how many others were doing the same. Far in the distance, the hulking mass of a stone stronghold called to him, the magnetic north for an internal compass he’d thought broken a long time ago. The Citadel was….complicated. He couldn’t call it safe and he wouldn’t call it home – not yet, anyway, a traitorous little voice whispered in the back of his head – but it sure as hell meant something to him. Supplies, he reasoned. Food and guzz. A wall to put his back to and the likelihood of not being shot in his sleep.
People who smiled and laughed and knew his name. An iron-eyed woman who silenced his ghosts.
Max grunted. Yeah, that too.
—
The Citadel was a hive, a home, no longer a prison, and Furiosa raised a hand against the scorching sun and tried to relax. Red rock rose towards the sky on all sides, capped with green almost too verdant to look at, a green place that had somehow become The Green Place when she wasn’t paying attention. It had become a hub of transformation, of metamorphosis – Wretched became People, Wives became Sisters, Imperator became General. And somewhere out there was a Bloodbag turned Fool turned Max, who was overdue for supplies and probably a haircut, who would, inevitably, come skulking back to the Citadel offering baubles and ammo as if he needed to pay a toll.
A dust-cloud appeared on the horizon, too small to be a convoy, just about the right size for a lone bike. Furiosa snorted. Max kept his own schedule, but he always came back.
DAY 11
It was the day before Christmas eve and all through the house everything was chaos, because of a mouse.
Merry Wasteland Christmas to @threnodycatkins! I hope I read your requests for @madmaxsecretsanta right that you like Max, Furiosa, and Toast, because they are definitely my favorite Road Warrior trio and this gave me the perfect opportunity to draw them! Sorry I’m so last minute with it, but I hope you like it! :-)
Mad Max Secret Santa
Ahhhh, it’s finally here! My @madmaxsecretsanta gift for @fruityshirts (whyyyy isn’t this thing working?? noooo :( ) who wanted some Furiosa/Max and after further inquiry suggested “Max being his grumbly self while the Citadel people are trying to get him in the spirit of Christmas/Yule/whatever seasonal holiday wasteland people celebrate” and so I latched onto that. Except… well. The fic had a different opinion, and this turned out. (It was supposed to be a short fic about grumpy Max, I am so so sorry.)
I am so very sorry for being so late, merry belated Christmas and a Happy New Year? :D
Also, this fic was inspired by so many things, including a lot of @youkaiyume‘s amazing art, sooo, yeah. Enjoy?
Thanks everyone for making this event so awesome!
My second and final @madmaxsecretsanta gift is now live - for @ahimsa-bitches, a tribute to her OC Keen the Darkling.
Favorites - Set inside the Vault: the Wives’ folklore, women defending each other, and a dark, filthy encounter with the Immortan. Read the warnings!