#fun ghoul headcanon

[crashbangprophet]

@ ALL CRASHQUEENS AND KILLJOYS!

i've been in this fandom since 2016, so i've seen headcanons and zone culture and terminology of all kinds.

with that said, i'd like to present the official (unofficial) danger days dictionary.

includes everything from zone culture, slang, battery city locations, phoenix witch, even down to bad luck beads and the dust bowl.

for the nitpickers out there, the comics are mainly discarded in this— due to how overwhelming it would be to throw in even MORE overlapping terms and such. some comic characters have been slipped into the regular timeline / universe, just for funsies and a honorary mention. don't come at me, thanks!

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EDIT: i'm glad everyone's enjoying this! my askbox is open for any questions or suggestions, etc. headcanons/requests are also welcome :)

[tw1nkd3ath]

i am bored and have had A Long Day so have some party poison headcanons:

•they/them (obviously). their gender is simultaneously every gender and no gender at the same time

•they have borderline personality disorder. this caused them to be extra medicated back in the city. now, they’re finally off of any and all pills, and they’re learning how to actually live with their disorder. loves reading books about mental health, and trying to figure out how to take care of themself.

•speaking of drugs, poison quit the city pills before they escaped the city. they quickly fell into other pills and drugs in the zones though. it was familiar, and it made their brain shut up for once. they have very bad PTSD, more than anyone in the zones. they don’t know just how bad it actually is, and they’ll never speak of it, but the other three know just by the way poison is. they got clean after moving into the diner. they felt safe for once, and the other three were so supportive in keeping them off of drugs. it’s hard to deal with flashbacks and all of that; every day has to be taken one step at a time with them, but they’re making it through.

•loves dancing. more than anything, really. get them drunk and on a dance floor, and their smile is wider than you’ll ever see it. they love parties and clubs, until they don’t and they’re ready to go home. they’ll dance for hours, and all of a sudden they’ll go over to one of the other three and poke them on the shoulder and that’s when they all know they’re getting overstimulated and want to go home and crash.

•yknow how i said they love dancing more than anything? well i lied. the one thing they love more than dancing is singing. they’ll take the AM and go on drives where they sing for miles and miles to whatever’s on the radio. ghoul and kobra make them tapes of their favorite songs, and sometimes the four of them will have carpool karaoke.

•goes for drives to clear their head. they’re normally not allowed to go alone, unless one of the others approves it (poison once wrecked an old car of theirs while angry driving, they don’t wanna talk about it). normally ghoul will go with them, riding shotgun with poison’s hand in theirs. poison drives until they can’t remember what was bothering them when they first turned the key.

•surprisingly a very good cook. them and jet love to cook for the others when they have the ingredients to. poison’s favorite is what they call ‘slutty pasta,’ it’s pasta with a shitload of cheese melted into the sauce. yes, it does make them sick. yes, they will eat it anyway.

•loves looking cute all of the time. even their pajamas are somehow cute and coordinated.

•cannot own un-modified clothes. they have to personalize everything, and they’ve got a whole booth in the diner reserved for whatever patches they’re painting or skirt they’re making or jacket they’re embroidering. dr. death gives the fab four almost all of the art supplies he gets; between poison and kobra they blow through paints and glues and threads and things.

•sketchbooks sketchbooks sketchbooks. they’ve got two right now that they’re working on. they’ll glue/tape little things to the pages, so it’s sort of like a scrapbook with art and writing in it. they will tape literal garbage in it, though. they’ve got the butt of their first cigarette out of the city, a list someone gave them of thrift shops out in the zones, a piece of paper bag ghoul used to scoop weed grounds one time, and so on. the others poke fun of them for this, but they really love how sentimental poison is. show pony has a polaroid camera, and loves to take pictures of their friends and give them the little prints. poison glues them all into their sketchbooks, and looks through them when they’re having a bad day.

•in eating disorder recovery, killjoy style. they hardly ate when jet and ghoul found them and kobra, and they’re trying so hard to help them recover. if poison is struggling to eat a meal in front of them, ghoul will go “hey poison. you’re a pussy if you don’t eat that mac and cheese.” or “you’re not a real killjoy if you don’t eat all those chicken nuggets,” all while sporting a shit-eating grin. poison and kobra have gotten themselves both to a healthy weights finally, and everyone couldn’t be happier.

•cigarettes are their one true love. they first started smoking when they were fourteen. they dislike vaping (even though it’s become quite the fad in the zones, ever since people started smuggling them out of the city), they vaped for around a year and it killed their lungs. cigarettes only for poison, and they’d have it no other way.

•yknow how i said they decorate their clothes? well they also decorate the diner. they’ll hang up art made by them or kobra all over the walls of the diner, and they let kobra paint straight onto the walls.

•loves science for some reason? dr. death gives them all sorts of books on biology and animals and ecosystems and such, and they absolutely love it. they wanna be a biologist in another life. they love teaching the others about shit they read, like animal facts and such. kobra will listen to poison infodump for hours.

that is all for now thank you

[rotten-gal13]

I like to think during December/when killjoys think it is, they make a bunch of shitty ornaments and hang them on cacti. You'll see little wood carvings of flowers and animals, dolls of what a 'joy thinks the Phoenix Witch looks like, bandanas they think are real neat, going to steal MouseKat dolls from Battery City to decapitate them and hang them from the arms of a cactus. What the fuck is a biege Christmas? The trashier it looks, the better.

[release-the-mccracken]

I'm just thinking about Ghoul doing Poison's makeup and nails. Poison's done their own for a while, more comfortable exploring more femme parts of themselves. And they've gotten pretty good at it. And along comes Ghoul one day, wide-eyed and curious.

He doesn't want makeup or nails done on him, though Poison definitely offers. Maybe he'll let them do his nails at some point, he's not against it. But he's moreso curious about it on them.

He's curious, wondering if he could do that. So, he tries. He's as careful as he can be, letting them instruct him on what goes where. He does his best, trying to make it look good. It ends up looking terrible, just awful, but they still wear it and they wear it so fucking proudly. Because their boy did that and it feels like them.

[agxinstthesun]

an overly complex analysis of how the killjoys deal with loss

party poison-

party poison has a soul crushing fear of death. maybe it isn’t apparent- not what you’d expect from someone who appears so confident and in tune with themselves, but there’s signs. the way their eyes go dark when anyone in the crew gets even slightly injured- the way they're always first to volunteer to stay up all night on patrol, knowing their paranoia would keep them up either way. you could chalk it up to their “leader instincts,” but their crew would argue it runs deeper than that. a good leader doesn’t have to do what party does- a good leader - by zone standards - keeps the group motivated- keeps them from splitting up. party poison keeps the group alive, together. they took a team and effortlessly morphed it into a family. admitting to it would feed their suspended guilt even more, but each time they hear of a death outside their inner circle, a small part of them is relieved that it wasn't their family blinded by the witches touch that day.

if it were to happen, it would destroy them. the loss would be bad enough, but the guilt of it all might be enough to put them out of commission for a long while. as strong as they are, the role of "leader" digs into them like the soles of a brand new pair of shoes. leaving an indent of responsibility and overcompensation in the sand with every step they take.

jet star-

jet star never strays far from death, not since what happened to his family. finding his parents ghosted after an unexpected raid carried out by some particularly violent exterminators was the catalyst for a lot of things in his life. his heightened sympathy for the dead and the mourning was one of those things. he was known throughout the desert as a safe person to talk to about those topics. it was even said that he would offer sympathy despite negative affiliations or disagreements your group had with his. it'd be a lie to say it didn't weigh on him, though. the anger built up from hearing all of these stories and the lingering effects from his own experiences culminated in an intense hatred for BLI and everything they had done. this passion was the one thing him and party poison truly connected over when they first met.

it's no surprise that, if confronted by a companions passing, this anger and passion would hit him hard. how unfair it is, how inhumane, it shakes him. initially, he'd think to organize- to finally just go for it and take out as many of those pigs as possible- but he wouldn't. he's too aware of the amount of people in the zones that still need him. he's second in command, he's as much a leader as party is. still, he'd become distant. it'd serve as another warning not to get too close, to not give too much of yourself to something that is only ever temporary.

fun ghoul-

fun ghoul doesn't acknowledge death. despite his ever frequent catfights with it, he manages to get by rarely considering the possibility. the truth being that if he did, the weight of it all would crush him. deep down, he knows he's helpless to it. he knows that each time he evades her grasp, she gets smarter. it's no doubt it'll all catch up to him eventually..but his friends are all untouchable. seeing them injured, near ghosted? it never feels real. on a bad night, he'll think of how the others must look down, mortified, to him each time he’s left bleeding out against the desert sun. it gives him a sense of importance sometimes, but usually it just builds guilt.

if he had to face a loss head on, it would be a pivotal moment to him. as the reality set in, he'd feel lost. stupid for being naive enough to ignore it for so long. that love of throwing himself into the danger that he relied so heavily on before would fade just as fast as it came, the loss weighing him down in small ways for as long as he lived. the remorse he’d feel for pushing his love inward, and seldom expressing it, would sit heavy on his shoulders. he'd cling even more to whatever it is he had left, and protect it with his whole life.

kobra kid-

kobra kid is conflicted on death. of course it scared him- the thought that he would disappear one day, but more often than not, he caught himself wondering if that was just something he had picked up from party. the longer he thought about it on his own time, the more the thought became oddly comforting. the fact that there would eventually be a moment of rest amidst all the chaos didn’t sound all that bad to him..of course, it also pissed him off. it made him mad that the city forced that mindset onto you. the idea that submitting yourself to death was the only way to true freedom. however, it wouldn’t take long for the morbid curiosity found its way back to him.

he was almost too aware of the looming presence of death around him and the rest of the crew (the rest of the desert, really). if it happened, he wouldn’t be shocked, but deeply mourning still. he’d send letters in the mailbox, despite always considering it a futile effort. he’d silently participate in whatever zone rituals he thought would help him feel better, though they almost never would. he’d become especially reclusive and unresponsive to sympathy- it’s just something people do to feel like they’re helping, right? he’s way more dependent on his crew than he’d ever let on, and this fate would only further prove that.

[iusedtomakeoutwithvampires]

(@insanityinabigcloaktrynaacthuman) I'm literally fun ghoul wdym

[emo-sonic]

Headcanon that every month BL/ind dump all of their ‘garbage ’ into the zones, and Zonerunners will come and forage through it like they’re in a target store.

The Fab Four will go every month to find ‘new’ clothes, supplies, and a lot of the time come back with old toys for The Girl

And a lot of the stuff that’s dumped is still very much usable, but of course BL/ind would be a wasteful corporation.

This is alway why even The Fab Four are seen wearing symbols associated with BL/Ind (D3ad Pegasus, Mousecat)

[calxia]

I would like to hear more about sick ghouls going to the vet?

Who's the calmest and actually somewhat likes the vet? Who puts up the most fight at the vet (assuming it's probably Dew and they have to muzzle him hehe)

I love how I made what was essentially an unhinged shitpost at stupid o'clock in the morning and people want to hear more about my thoughts on it. So, here's my professional opinion on which ghouls would be the nicest patients in order (as someone who actually works in a vet hospital).

Cirrus and Cumulus are easily the best patients. They are happy to sit for the exam, purring happily the whole time. They don't care when the vet has to look in their mouth or in their ears and don't even flinch at any injections. If anything, they are too content because the nonstop purring sure as hell makes it hard to get an accurate heart rate or resp rate.

Rain is also on the calmer side. He's calm in the 'I know there's no way to get out of this' way so there's no purring but also no attempts on the vet's life. He'll grumble through the whole examination, but he puts up with it and the injections just fine. As soon as he's free to leave, he's 100% out of there without looking back.

Phantom is the nervous type. He needs lots of kind reassurance and patience during his exam and the vet has to take it super slow to not stress him out too much. He definitely is the sort that's a huge drama queen for any injections or blood tests needed. All you have to do is place your hand on him and he's already squealing before the needle even happens. Phantom's also the reason why they had to get rid of the drop ceiling as he once got stuck above it while trying to escape.

Sunny and Aurora are so excitable it takes forever to get anything done. Just constant tail wags and curious questions about what's going to happen. It’s definitely a multiple-person job to do any sort of exam on them because they just can't contain their joy and must constantly move. They ask for pets from literally everyone they see and you can give them an injection without them even realizing it because they are just too excited to greet everyone.

Swiss definitely has a 'care- will bite' note on his file. He seems happy enough to be there but he has bitten a vet before and will happily do it again. He doesn't particularly enjoy being poked and prodded about and will only tolerate it up until a certain point. Once he starts getting a little growly, he gets a muzzle so they can safely continue to treat him. He actually doesn't mind the injections, it's just more the prodding he hates.

Mountain is muzzled but that's just more for his sheer size and strength. He's as sweet as anything but if he did ever snap, he would cause serious damage so it's just a safety precaution for everyone involved. He understands this and is always as nice and polite for the whole thing as possible. They always send him away with a treat for being so good despite the muzzle.

Dew is the absolute worst patient possible. To even get him to the vet he has to be sedated before the appointment. If he's not had his pre-appointment dose, he will savage someone. Dew has an 'EXTREME CARE- WILL LUNGE' on file and has launched himself across the room just to bite the vet before. They have to fully sedate him to even be able to examine him and even then, he keeps growling through the muzzle the whole time. Once he had to go for an emergency appointment without his pre-appointment medication and it took 5 people just to be able to hold him down for the sedation injection. Everyone dreads him ever needing to see the emergency vet again.

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Fire ghoul vulva with ridges and scales. Fire ghoul tdick with ridges on the hood. Fire ghoul pussy with soft cartilage ridges inside. Fire ghoul pussy that’s so warm inside

[ghostinthez0nes]

Chaotic Fun Ghoul headcanons lets goooo💚

This mf refuses to wash his hair and needs to be restrained for a shower.

He moves in his sleep and does NOT lie still. The others have too many bruises from the constant flinching, Party got punched in the face while sleeping next to him once. The best way to counter this is to sleep on top of him.

Always on some kind of shit solely because he fucking feels like it. Whether that’s weed, battery acid or some other chemical he decided to huff, Ghoul is hardly ever sober.

Really good at making animal noises.

Can’t hear out of his left ear, thanks to his explosives.

Dare him to do something and he will do it. Will even ask the others to dare him to do stupid shit.

Has no regards for his own safety, but doesn’t do it on purpose.

A horrible flirt but makes it look fucking hilarious, which ultimately gets him a date anyways.

Carries sand in his pockets to throw at people.

Does parkour in his free time, thus why he’s constantly injured.

A goblin that likes to collect dead things, bonus points if it’s a lizard.

Scared of spiders and will cry if he sees one too close to him.

Fashioned himself some grills with sharp teeth which he wears during claps to do extra damage. When he bites he does not let go until he rips something to bits.

Got his ass beat by Kobra many times due to his pranks.

Shaved off his eyebrows one time, he doesn’t want to talk about it.

Has tripped into cactuses of various kinds on multiple occasions.

Passes out a’lot due to lack of sleep.

Constantly gropes Poison just to annoy them.

Likes the smell of spray paint and rust.

Due to his skill in making bombs he’s also really good at making fireworks, which he uses to scare the shit out of everyone at random.

Always covered in dust or motor oil.

A bipolar drunk that flips between laughing his ass off and sobbing profusely.

Starts fights constantly but hardly wins any of them.

Good at opening bottles with his teeth.

Horrible dad jokes.

Not allowed anywhere near the car since “the dune incident”.

Always gets lost, no one can take him anywhere without him wandering off.

Screams to get attention.

Always climbing on top of shit, whether that be tables, cabinets, walls, the Trans Am or Jet.

[puppyboymikeyway]

Fun Ghoul hcs!

loves poking fun a jet to see how long it takes until he snaps. he genuinely thinks its hilarious until jet punches him in the mouth. he never learns his lesson

has tried keeping a drac as a pet one time. it ended with a very angry jet star and party poison

as much as an adrenaline junky he is, hes also really calm, especially around the girl. but he did also teach her how to say fuck and swear consistently. its about a 50/50 everyday on if youre gonna get a calm or chaotic ghoul

tried fixing the trans am one time when the battery died. did not go well

makes everyone think that hes annoyed by kobra but kobras actually his favorite person in the world. he loves getting silly little presents from the autistic guy and has kept every single one

unintentionally calls jet 'mom'

has stolen partys jacket one too many times. he is now no longer allowed to touch it :(

he also loves stealing shit just to mess with people. if you wait in the diner long enough, eventually youll hear someone cuss ghoul out for taking their blaster

basically like a golden retriever but on steroids

has a dummy drac mask that he pranks the other four with. one time, the girl ended up punching him in the nuts when he scared her

will murder anyone without hesitation if they look at the girl funny or try and pick on her or something. he is so much more protective over the girl than any of the four - even jet

loves listening to music from the radio with kobra and will throw hands if someone tries to turn it off

tried proposing to party with a ring pop one time. they didnt say no, so apparently they're married now

idk what else, reblog with more hcs please :,)

[sophiasharp]

Actually I’m gonna expand on Mountain being more of a forest cryptid than we all already thought because this idea tickles me so much.

Because imagine your Terzo. You’re probably still a cardinal when your eldest brother asks you to summon a new earth ghoul for him since his health’s getting too bad to do everything by himself these days, including summoning his own ghouls.

And you say sure, why not. You love your brother like the father you should have had. You’d do anything for him

Only when you complete the ritual, the ghoul doesn’t come out. It stays on the other side of the veil, refusing to leave.

Well, tough titties, your brother’s garden won’t maintain itself, so you do something truly inadvisable and pull on the magic tether between yourself and the ghoul down in the pit and fucking HAUL this son of a bitch up.

Only once you’re done, you’ve realized you’ve fucked up severely Because whatever you’ve just pulled up, it isn’t a ghoul. You’re not sure what it is, actually. It’s a constantly shifting form of… something. Its limbs look like it could be both bipedal and quadrupedal but other than that and being tall, it had no distinctive look. Or, perhaps, it had too many, as the longer you stared at it the more it’s body seemed to morph and change: covered in fur one moment, armored in bark the next, seemingly MADE of moss the second after.

It looks at you and says in a voice like sliding gravel “For what have you dared to pull me from my home, little man?”

And you, instead of sending that thing back to the pit faster than Copia hiding his rats from Sister Imperator, look up at this colossal force or nature and go “hey there big guy, ever wanted a vacation?”

“… a what?”

3 hours later and Primo now has a very tall, very strange, but very polite and easygoing ghoul trailing behind him as he explains what each of the plants in his garden need to thrive.

He calls himself Mountain. Some days you wonder if that name is more literal than most believe.

[vinyls-and-valentines]

The most noticeable thing that changes about the Fabulous Killjoys is the way they fight.

Fun Ghoul, although blessed with a knack for chemistry and mechanics, has unsteady hands. While this does not impede his work with electronics and explosives, it makes him a slower shot than most due to a shaky aim worsened by recoil. Because of this, in his early days in the Zones, Fun Ghoul relied primarily on incendiary devices and his own physical abilities to dispose of opponents in an area all at once. The downside of having a combat style based around such tactics however, is that it meshes poorly with the mid-to-close-range the Fabulous Killjoys have developed over the years (in no small part due to Kobra Kid), and thus led Fun Ghoul towards a style focused more on dodging hits and making decisive point blank shots or further sacrificing accuracy for the sake covering a wider area.

Jet Star, is the opposite of Fun Ghoul, in the sense that he has exceedingly steady aim born out of years of practice and a greater-than-life sense of competition, but can struggle to move effectively due to his size. As such, it perhaps comes to no surprise that Jet Star used to prefer long-range fighting, neglecting close-range in favour of playing up the fear factor of both his skill and affiliation with some of the Zones' most infamous snipers and gunslingers. That doesn't mean that he was useless in a close-range fight, of course, however his movements were simple, predictable, and incredibly limited, which put him at a disadvantage against anyone with more experience or endurance than him. Jet Star's current style hasn't as much shifted in order to accommodate the others' as it evolved alongside Jet Star as he learnt to direct his body as deliberately as his shots even when it comes to close quarters.

Party Poison has always been a flexible fighter, and it is this very adaptability which highlights just how purposeful their attacks truly are. In the grand scheme of things, nothing fundamentally changes about Party Poison's fighting style outside some improvements in their aim and the variety of their movement as they learn to fight alongside other people, however, the intent with which they fight does. As a young killjoy, whether consciously or not, Party Poison's intent in a fight was to always harm the oponent, prioritizing ways in which they could incapacitate them without having them lose consciousness or simply inflicting as painful an injury as possible to attain their goal. This intent then gradually shifts towards a desire to protect others from the cruelty Poison's own fighting style reflected back at the world because despite the cruelty of their actions they had never done it because they enjoyed it.

As candidate to become an exterminator, Kobra Kid's fighting style used to something akin a swiss knife, however much more calculated and deliberate. While trying to figure out its way through the Zones, Kobra Kid relied on any weapon available to it, going through a wide variety of combat and more often than not pushing aside his distaste for blasters in favour of having a weapon which was effective and easy to replace. Having Jet Star, Fun Ghoul, and even its sibling by its side, allowed Kobra Kid to focus on its unarmed combat and blade-wielding, casting long-range combat aside in favour of a style which gave it better control over the situation, enabling it not only to easily dispose of opposing combatants due to its athleticism, but to also support its crewmates in situations where long-range combat is the favourable approach

[rotten-gal13]

In Battery City, plastic surgery is not a luxury, it is a necessity for some. You have to be at least somewhat similar to each other. You gotta fit our strict beauty standards! Your ass is too small, it's not sexy, you need butt implants. Your stomach judges out just a little too much for our liking, we'll take you in for an emergency liposuction. Oh dear, you've started developing some wrinkles? No worries, our surgeons are skilled and perform plenty of face lifts each year. Sense of uniqueness and individuality? What's that? It's much better to fit a mold. Individuality is for killjoys, don't be a killjoy!

[danger-days-fanatic]

fun ghoul would 100% complain every morning about how the sun woke him up and he needs to start putting something in front of the window to stop it, do nothing, then do then do the same thing the next morning like it was a surprise and someone else’s fault.

[eden-has-rotted]

some fab four headcanons because ive only done slang and these silly little gays are stuck in my head (will probably make one for each of them) part 1: fun ghoul

he's really good at doing that thing where you throw a small piece of food into the air and catch it with your mouth and he does it so often and it pisses all of them off (but in a lovably annoying way)

wears shoes that are always at least 3 sizes too big (he just stuffs them with whatever he can find)

gets at least one new tattoo/piercing every week (nobody knows where he gets them done) (jet star once suggested he did them by himself to which party poison responded that the only way he'd be able to hold a tattoo gun steady for that long is if he was dead)

got confused by which light switches controlled what lights in the diner so he wrote the names of each light on the switch it controlled (in sharpie) (he wrote the wrong names)

is no longer allowed to eat hard candy (he keeps chewing them) (they don't have dental)