#killjoys hcs

[ymbly]

random danger days hcs since my dd autism has returned

-none of the fab 4 are cis

-everybody thinks ghoul was zoneborn because Look At Him but he’s just like that (it doesn’t help that they spent a lot of time in zones 6 and 7)

-Do Not let cherri drive he has crashed too many times to count

-jet is the only one who doesn’t dye their hair. ghoul is the total opposite, very few people know his natural hair color cuz it’s always dyed and fried

-jet’s the only one at first who has any idea how to take care of the girl. The age gap between party and kobra is too small for party to remember how to take care of a young kid and ghoul was an only child

-party has POTS but always goes ‘yeah i can handle this’ before promptly collapsing. she will never learn

-ghoul has by far the most scars out of the fab 4. it’s in the dozens at this point

-jet knows his age pretty closely thanks to keeping track of the seasons, kobra and party have good estimates, and ghoul stopped keeping track a long time ago

-battery city has almost no color it’s kinda freaky. new zonerunners often get overwhelmed when seeing how bright everything is

-kobra and party chose their killjoy names on the spot, jet spent a lot of time thinking about hers, and ghoul just thought his sounded cool

[sunshinescare]

FAB 4 HEADCANONS but like only sexual orientation, gender identity, and pronouns,

because i feel like putting them out there. I reserve the right to change any of these whenever I feel like it. For funsies :0)

Kobra Kid (heeeehee i love him)

It/he, aroace (like MEEEE) (no specified gender label)

Party Poison

They/them, non-binary, bisexual

Fun Ghoul

She/he, bigender (LIKE MEEEE), bisexual

Jet-Star

Any pronouns, intersex, transfem, lesbian

I have projecting-myself-onto-characters disease and I'm afraid there's no cure. Sorry to Kobes and Ghoul JSGFKSHFK

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

What the hell was party poison doing with their hair. Witch knows they weren’t taking good care of it. That shit faded after 5 days max. Party Poison red my ass they were orange 60% of the time. Minimum. Sources? I get less solar radiation (and general radiation) than they do and actually use colored conditioner and shit and my hair was hesitant alien-ing after like a week and a half. That’s the real reason Kobra’s hair is just bleached. He knows the sun is the enemy and he will not be dying on the hair dye hill. Party is. They are dying and languishing on that hill with their stupid orange hair again every other week. The real reason the Fab Four are eating powerpup is because their food budget got cut so that party could have more hair dye.

[d3molition-lov3rs]

the endless desolation of the zones is one of my favourite parts of the danger days universe. the dry, bleak horizon of sand and dust stretching out forever and haunted by the ghosts of the people who had once thrived underneath the dunes of post-nuclear destruction. a constant eerie silence only broken by the sound of gunfire, screams and shots, engines and fire and death. you never know what lies behind the next dune, over the horizon, beyond the limits of the radiation clouds entrapping all of life within this empty, half-dead ecosystem.

[blood-injections]

I am constantly thinking about food in the zones and going INSANE at the missed opportunities in like 90% of fanfics where they're surviving solely on power pup like. NO. do even five minutes of research I beg you there is SO much food stuff in the desert. I guarantee you no killjoy is eating power pup daily that shit is kept in the cabinet for emergencies and the friendly coyotes that come by every once in a while!! If anything they use it like we use spam.

Realistically killjoys would be out roasting crickets and scorpions and collecting bugs for these super protein rich skillets and catching lizards and snakes and rabbits and birds and rodents and shit! They'd set up traps and go like hunting sometimes. They'd go foraging!! Theres so many edible plants actually cacti is edible! And you can do so much with it!! Theyre gonna be out there grilling it and making soups and salads in shitty old pots and throwing in natural herbs and spices! THEYD TAILGATE!!!! They'd have a shelf dedicated to jars of things you can make tea out of!! At least one member of every crew is practically a five star chef! You can literally make a gourmet meal out of materials found within fifty feet of your home base!

Not to mention there'd definitely be greenhouses scattered around with actual fruits and vegetables and some people would bake bread like even if there isnt power and you dont have like a stove or oven like. its not hard to just make your own. Out of rocks and shit and light a fire under it. And there'd be like a farmers market for all that kind of greenhouse grown stuff.

I just want to see killjoys enjoying zone life and culture and not starving!! Becuase they wouldn't be!! They would not fucking eat the dog food!! The desert provides!!!

[montypng]

poison gets to know their crew’s new mechanic


[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

fab four headcanons lets go!

ghoul has a shit ton of scars. i mean, they all do, but ghoul has the most.

transfem jet star 🤝 transmasc kobra kid

party is the designated chef. they’re really good at cooking with like. feeling. you know? like how much salt? dc. just chuck some in. which therefore means:

kobra is a really really bad chef, because it’s not an exact science!!!! what is he supposed to do!!!

speaking of kobra! autism!!!!!!!! AUTISM!!!!!!

none of them are NT but. kobra is SOOOOsuperdupermega autism. if you even care.

ghoul loves those cringy ass shirts and stuff with sayings. like live laugh love. sunshine on the mind. he has a kiss the cook apron for when he makes bombs. you decide whether its ironic or not.

ghoul is also hard of hearing because i said so

the four have one big huge shared wardrobe that they all use, if stuff fits. like jet has a cool t-shirt that party steals, puts a funky belt on and wears as a dress. leather jackets and stuff are all communal. party and ghoul share the most, cause they're the closest in size.

kobra loves those silent cartoons, like tom and jerry, looney tunes, all that stuff, and he watches them with the girl all the time

while girlie's here, all of the four carry her differently. she sits on party's shoulders, jet puts her on their hip, kobra does piggybacks and ghoul will either scoop her up bridal style or firemans lift.

funkobra are in love by the way and they're t4t and autism4autism

this is random and not really in universe but kobra kid would LOVE rhythm games. like project sekai and bandori and stuff like that.

ghoul bites

^ that was going to be ghoul bites the skin around his nails but also. no he just bites.

he also has heterochromia

jet is the assigned medic of the gang and she's also the sharpshooter

speaking of which, jet star did kobra's top surgery

ghoul and kobra got drunk married one time and then didn't bother to fix it so they were married before they actually dated

ghoul has like. three shirts. and one pair of pants. that he never washes. and the other three hate it SO much. they're all begging him to get new clothes or at the very least fix the holes in the ones he has but he doesn't budge

ghoul sings the girl lullabyes

party can sew really well and makes clothes and stuff

jet loves dangly earrings and big clunky grandma bracelets, she has a whole jewellery box that party made for her and it's dark blue with light blue stars stuck onto it

anyway 👍 im normal about them

[kobracola]

you know what actually. jet star wouldn’t use labels. desertborn resident sandpup jet star would not use labels. he doesn’t understand them. to people like party and ghoul, labels are important, and for their sake jet tries to understand why. he thinks maybe after all those years in the city and on the pills, living under bli’s thumb, they need to take back whatever parts of themselves they can. maybe that’s their way of reclaiming and reinventing themselves fully. after all, he grew up watching the endless streams of runaways trickling out from the city. he knows by this time that there is no greater joy for a debut album than relishing in the discovery of themselves- and this, the act of creation, is often their first act of rebellion. for them, knowing what you are and owning it is rebellion unto itself, and people like party and ghoul are no different. but jet star doesn’t need a label to know himself, and he doesn’t think he ever will. he doesn’t conform to any box or binary. he knows himself- he always has, no matter how much it changes- and that’s enough for him. he is “queer as in fuck you” incarnate.

[wisteriaiswriting]

𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

Includes : If they smoke, vape, do blunts or none | Fav ice-cream flavours | Fav kissing places - giving and receiving | Height | Age | Extras

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In his daily life he won’t do any. The exception being when he’s with any other rich people, most likely smoking one cigar of their choice before calling it quits.

He is someone who likes to put up a front, meaning the smallest things will be covered up, including his favourite ice-cream flavour. When with others he’ll only get vanilla, maybe even a milkshake. But when alone, he’ll eat a tub of honey comb. (Regretting it later for the brain freeze.)

Receiving: While everyone thinks he’s into pda he’s really not, preferring to have any affection behind closed doors. Loving gentle kisses on the side of his neck and butterfly kisses anywhere, since he can’t do the same unless he wants to not see you. Giving: He’s a fan of the classic hand and/or wrist, as it can lead to other things. Mainly grabbing your hand to lead you away, or at night he’ll let it cup his cheek while pulling you closer.

5’10 / 177cm

27 years old

Ever since his late teenage years his eyesight deteriorated, leading to him needing glasses 24/7 now. Unable to see anything clearly without them.

His parents were lightly into astrology, he was given a few books which led him to searching more about it. Currently he has an interest in it, which has been hidden well. But from time to time he will search for Astra around the base to ask and find out some things.

Back at his main residence he has a cat he raised since it was a kitten. It’s a pure white fluffy cat with mismatched eyes, a light brown and a light blue eye. Somehow Fade found out and managed to blackmail him to bring the cat over, for a visit. (It wasn’t a visit.) Eventually the cat just stayed.

The cat quickly found her favourites, Astra, Omen, Fade, Yoru and Reyna. If you looked for her most likely she would be with the protocols other cats. (Standing out since most of them were strays.)

Has smoked in his younger years but when he met his wife she helped him slow down, completely stopping when she revealed she was pregnant with his child. Even after her death he never picked it back up.

If he buys his ice-cream he will buy a tub of hazelnut, he always has a tub somewhere ‘just in case.’ But if he manages to find the time he will make his own ice-cream, making different flavours of tea ice-cream. Storing them away from the others or they will be eaten.

Receiving: When you just start the relationship he won’t accept much kissing, except the occasional back of the hand. Later on he’ll open himself up to pulling his mask just over his nose for a cheek kiss, quickly pulling it down to hide the slight blush. Giving: Majority of his time on base is spent in his lab, which gives the perfect moments to surprise you. Any moment is perfect for him.

5’9 / 175cm

39 years old

We’ve seen how he likes his tea, but he also likes his coffee. Hand pressed coffee grounds, putting a small amount of sugar and creamer inside.

He already gets tea imported but will get more just for him and Sage to share. (They have a list of what ones they enjoy in order.)

In his room, tucked away but still grabable. Is a clearly aged box which he won’t replace, it’s a bunch of stuff from his wife and child. Photo albums, letters, some of her accessories. A pile of baby clothes and accessories, even their birth certificate is in a plastic folder.

The box is something he’ll never look at twice in one sitting. Only seeing the contents once a month.

Iselin is one of the many agents who vape daily, although she can survive without it for a few. Has smoked a blunt a few times in her teenage years and once or twice in between missions, but has slowed down usage.

She will get a small craving from time to time, which she always listens to by indulging in cookies and cream ice-cream.

Receiving: No matter how far into your relationship she will always be 50/50 about kisses, but each end is alway extreme. On the affectionate side she’s all over you, they are also your lazy days. Not getting out of bed due to her crashing on you, leaving long and lazy kisses over your cheek and neck. The other side includes her staying away all day, using any excuse possible. Only seeing you when you both crash for the night. Giving: Ever since you started dating she’s quickly gained a habit after a shared mission, seeking you out to check up on you, ending it in a rushed but emotional kiss. Only ending when someone calls you both back, walking back all red and embarrassed.

5’9 / 175cm

26 years old

Ever since being recruited at the protocol she refuses to work with Gekko and his buddies, and due to her past she was granted an exemption.

Her relationship with Gekko is ‘complicated,’ (In her words.) she won’t say it but in reality she doesn’t hate him.

Ever since she got her prosthetic arm phantom pains have become a lot more present, and after being recruited into the protocol they’ve started showing at least once every week. Majority of them leave her arm unusable, this is a problem Sage is trying to help with.

Killjoy has never done a blunt, smoked or directly vaped, but she has shotgunned with Raze. (Never doing it again.) She is borderline asthmatic so she stays away from most people when they do anything.

She isn’t the biggest ice-cream fan but will eat it. Is also a huge chocolate fan, causing her to get chocolate chip or double chocolate ice-cream.

Receiving: Loves affection but will not let that interfere with her work, on the battlefield and in her lab. Anytype will have it wait until she steps out of her lab, then she’ll smoother you in affection to make up for your lack of love. Giving: Out of all the agents at the protocol she could be labeled the biggest cuddler. Mixing all her love for affection will lead to constant cuddling sessions where you two just lay down and lazily exchange kisses.

5’8 / 175cm

24 years old

If you search her lab (not needing to go far) you’ll find her sketchbooks, many being covered in a range of stuff, mainly paint and oil. They are all full of drawings of 3 things, the other agents, her future tech plans or rare but detailed full page drawings. They are mostly places on missions.

She never sleeps, sometimes having 10 hours over the week. Meaning if you are around you’ll be forced to drag her back to bed, and not hers. Otherwise she’ll get up in the night, take her to yours and lock the door, then she’ll finally get a full night’s sleep. But once she’s in bed she’s out like a light.

Sage  has never been interested in any and won’t do them if asked. Is a massive gum addict, mainly of mint.

Likes her ice-cream kinda basic, strawberry with extra chopped up strawberries.

Receiving: Sometimes she want’s what she gives, so please kiss her injuries once patched up. Enjoys having slower and more intimate kisses, doesn’t like rushing in any aspect. Giving: Isn’t a person who enjoys pda, so all types of affection will be behind closed doors. During her time at the protocol many of the agents have joked about her ‘kissing their injuries better,’ eventually leading her to do it for your injuries. 

5’7 / 173cm

28 years old

She is an avid tea drinker, and will only drink coffee if she’s having a late night. (Her and Cypher will have tea imported only for them to enjoy.)

[brits4gerardway]

in my own little crazy world val velocity secretly runs a dnd campaign

[chemevan]

it's them it's the gay california desert pew pew people

also for their pronouns and shit:

Party Poison: they/them non binary transfem, 19

Kobra Kid: he/they transmasc, 17

Jet Star: any pronouns transfem, 20

Fun Ghoul: she/her cis boy, 16

also bonus transparent version down below

[vinyls-and-valentines]

There are whispers of things before Battery City.

Of stubby buildings not unlike the skyscrapers modern citizens proudly call home and safety, but adorned with flimsy wood and glass cut-outs, or plaster casts that range from vain to downright obscene. Of wilderness, untamed, smothering clean and orderly neighbourhoods in an onslaught of burrowing roots, web-woven branches, and leaves serving as nothing more than breeding grounds for pests.

The bones of what once were giants now rest on the outskirts of town, hollowed and forgotten, like stalwart reminders of hardship overcome through ambition and human ingenuity. Yet, if one were to take a closer look at these remains, they would find little to no proof of any of the above: no scars left in the pavement or shattered stone ornaments— only scortched earth, shattered glass tinted by years of grime and canned paints amongst pieces of plastic all strewn about and shriveled up in shame.

Instead, the truth lives in glimpses caught between the pages of tattered journals, lost family albums, and long-overdue history books. There once were museums where Battery City now stands. Churches, libraries, and synagogues. Broadcast stations and astronomical observatories. There were post offices and schools, and houses older than the ages of everyone you've known combined, none of which still standing in the age of Progress and Valor (or more aptly known as the Danger Days).

What remains of the past now rests alone and dejected, a warning lost beneath the waves: Make yourself insignificant enough, and maybe one day you'll get yourself to believe comformity will lead you to survival.

[loooongfurby4444]

Fab Four Queer and Disabled Headcanons:

Party Poison: (They/They) Nonbinary, Transfem, pansexual, demiromantic

What they actually call themself: Nonbinary Queer

They have OCD (especially contamination ocd), Cyclothymia, C-Ptsd, and adhd

Fun Ghoul: (He/It) Transman, bisexual

What it actually calls himself: A gay transexual

They have a schizoaffective bipolar disorder, almost completely deaf in his right ear, and restless leg syndrome.

Jet Star: (Any) Queer in general

Xe’s not one for labels so he wouldn’t call themself anything really.

They have Autism and Epilepsy

Kobra Kid: (He/Him) Panromantic Sex Indifferent Ace

What he calls himself: Not into sex like that

They have Autism, Selective-Mutism, Did, and Tourette’s (mostly visual).

[illubean]

Valorant Masterlist

Brimstone

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids

Chamber

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes

Cypher

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids

Deadlock

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids

Fade

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids

Gekko

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes

Harbor

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids

Iso

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids Sugar and Stardust If You Need a Muse Rainy Days Clay and Crushes Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes

Jett

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes

Killjoy

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes

Neon

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes

Omen

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids

Phoenix

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes

Raze

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes

Reyna

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids

Sage

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Skye

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Sova

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Viper

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Yoru

The Orange Theory Valorant Protocol with Kids Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes Mr. Arrogant

[crazy-together-reddie]

love thinking up lil backstories for the killjoys especially Party

like for example before becoming a killjoy she was THE perfect bat city citizen the fuckin poster girl for BLI

and that’s what made her rise to the leader of the fab four so interesting

cause to everyone it was like she bacame a totally different person after escaping to the zones she goes for this generally pretty quiet well mannered citizen to just wild like stirring shit at every concert, sluttin it up, blowing shit up and just being THE rebel yk

but she really wasn’t a different person at all she was the same as she’s always been just with the freedom to show it and only Kobra could see this cause they were the only one who saw how fake his sisters entire personality was in the city

and he was very happy that she could finally be herself but also sick of seeing her out with some new killjoy all the time cause they’re definitely the kind of ‘no one’s good enough for my sister’ kinda guy

(i also imagine when Ghoul and Party finally get their shit together and start dating Kobra gave Ghoul some big talk like ‘you hurt my sister and i’m taking your bombs and blowing YOU up’)

[blood-injections]

Currently thinking some thoughts about the Jet Star and the Kobra Kid traffic report and how ‘killjoys never die’ and how there’s canonical powers. The killjoy’s different powers in national anthem, the girls power, the energy in the desert that Cherri does his weird focus thing with to never miss a shot that he tells her about. If they all have powers, why can’t the Fab Four? Maybe their power is that they never die.

They don’t know it yet, though. Maybe Doctor D does, maybe that’s why he drilled that phrase into their brains, maybe that’s why he always tells them that they can end this war, maybe that’s why he entrusted the girl to them, because he knows that they all have something magical in common.

But they don’t know it yet, if he knows he hasn’t told them, none of them have figured it out despite the weird close calls they all seem to have had, like when Fun Ghoul was young in battery city and woke up fine from an overdose that should’ve killed him or when Jet Star was bitten by that rattlesnake when she was a pup and got really sick and swore they couldn’t breathe. She says she must have passed out, because when Doctor D found her out back she was just waking back up and healthy as could be.

And then it happens. Kobra and Jet went on a supply run and didn't come back. Back in the diner, the radio was playing. Party was drawing lazily and Ghoul was fiddling with Kobra’s power glove that had been a bit on the fritz lately while they waited for the pair to return. Instead the song on the radio fizzes out, replaced by static and then Doctor Death’s pebbly voice.

Bad news from the zones, tumbleweeds…

They're frozen in shock but they quickly scramble to their feet, terrified and in denial. Poison makes a beeline for Kobra’s bike and Ghoul can’t make himself speak, a lump of horror lodged in his throat. It’s a silent, terrified ride down route guano for the two of them, keeping their eyes peeled for signs of a fight.

It isn’t hard to spot the bodybags.

They’re a startling black and white contrasting to the orange-brown tones of the desert sand. And there’s two of them.

When they’re unzipped, two familiar faces are revealed, their skin off-coloured, pale and lifeless. Poison shatters and Ghoul tries hard to keep it together for the one friend he has left

They take the bodies up to that one vista that Kobra loved because he could see all around for miles and keep watch over the desert and that Jet loved because it was the best spot to stargaze. The sun is nearing the horizon when they start digging. They work in silence and it isn’t hard to hear when the movement starts.

At first it’s a shifting of fabric that goes unnoticed, then it’s perplexed mumbles and then it’s a zipper sliding open. Poison and Ghoul have both stopped digging to stare at the body bag thats now open and the person that’s sitting up.

“What the fuck.” Jet Star says, looking from the two of them armed with their shovels and then down at themself. She looks at her hands and then at her stomach, where her shirt is matted with dried blood. Her hands press at where she can remember there being a wound but where there’s now no pain, no fresh blood, no nothing.

The other body bag wiggles, muffled curses sounding. All the killjoys turn to stare at it. Poison rushes over, unzipping it and pulling their somehow alive brother up into their arms.