#killjoyverse

[devouredflesh]

leathermouth exists in killjoyverse because my dumb oc for their univerde woulf love them.

[polly-porygon]

i have no idea if i posted this yet, but heres Killjoy Kit!

killjoy name: Bubblegum Foxkit, Bubble or Kit for short

[satans-cookie-addiction]

Kinda counts as art right? Built my Raygun design for Halloween outta cardboard. :) @bullets-ray 

[practicalgothicism]

one of the things I love so much about what they did with the danger days universe is the fact that where white is normally the color representing purity and safety and goodness and in almost every other piece of media there's this dichotomy of black being evil and white being good. and danger days its been changed to have white be this sanitizing, suffocating, clinical detachment from everything. 

and I love it because im tired of white being seen as the ideal and the perfect.  the setting them gave danger days makes it so much more realistic and it hits so much closer to home for so many people (me included) than most dystopian media does because most dystopian or post-apocalyptic media seems to take place hundreds of years after the fact and it’s an entire country with such a small government that you wonder how they can keep control of anything. 

but, especially now with the way the government is doing things and how capitalism is taking over countries (especially america), which is terrifying because as a country most of us have this innate nationalistic ideal where we think we have to prove we’re stronger than anyone else and perfect and couldn’t possibly do anything wrong in any way, which leads to a very militaristic view of things. all this makes BLI a thing that is way to easy to conceive of happening in america right now.

honestly, that’s part of why I love the danger days universe as I do, because it’s an extremely realistic outcome right now, and it's very easy to see how something like this could realistically happen, especially in america with the way our worth is based on how much we consume and what we own and how much we spend and how much money we make and where we live. 

it's just very easy to see how close american society is to be perfectly accepting of something like BLI of their own accord. 

i mean, at this point there WOULDN’T EVEN BE ANY PROTEST, WE WOULD JUST ACCEPT IT 

and that is absolutely terrifying to me

[zonebunny]

Taking back the crown...

Created by my amazingly talented friend and fellow Killjoy @brxkenllglass !!

[trashydearest]

killjoys are found in gangs because if you spend too much time in the desert alone you start hearing whispers of killjoys ghosted and gone. there are voices difficult to make out what they’re saying, they long for human companionship, there are shaking sobs and cries of loss and longing. there are voices screaming out, trying to force the world to hear their anger, to feel their spite, of injustice that will never be avenged. the pain these sands hold is deafening. shadows have faces and not all are friendly. misery and anger hang in the air, under every feeling there is always sadness. killjoys that try to live isolated end up walking beyond zone seven, even if they lived way back in zone three. no one that enters No Man’s Land comes back.

there are few however, that have found a way to live with the ghosts of generations. Dr. Death Defying broadcasts his music and the slightest bit of relief carries in the radio waves across the dunes. he has met the Phoenix Witch and earned his name, he will listen but not chase the calls of the past, while he lives alone he will always play music, and even if he lived elsewhere he would still play it, warding off the occasional whispers in the wind. Tommy Chow Mein hears the echoes. he writes down the names of every person he meets in the desert. if he hears they’ve been ghosted, he rewrites their name out with the briefest of prayers and burns it as an offering to the Phoenix Witch, then places their original slip in his container of names of the past. no one, despite how they lived in life, goes without a prayer. occasionally he pours out the names and rereads them over and over, he boasts that he never forgets who has tried to shoplift his store or curse him out, he will not forget these gone killjoys, even if no one else remembers.

the desert hangs on a balance, for it is haunted by the dead, but also the living

[paranoia-song-killjoy]

International killjoys

I was wondering, what happened to the rest of the world in Danger Days? We just know that Australia disappeared and the album takes place in California, so give me your headcanons about what happened to your city and/or country in the reblogs, comments or DM.

[abandonedfacility]

THE FUTURE IS BULLETPROOF

[anarchofairy]

➞ danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys; fun ghoul

➞ life moves fast. run faster.

➞ favourite characters series

[giulsdraws]

so this is today's inktober: run from those nasty scarecrows!

[hyperthrust]

Kobe’s kid isn’t talked about as much in fanon because so many people ship funpoison and people who like danger days because they’re “mature” compared to when they were in middle school and said it was the worst mcr album are also making more jet star content to avoid addressing the internalized racism they have with ray toro

um okay wow i did mean like tell me ur hcs. also can’t you only internalise bigotry if ur part of the group that it’s against? like that’s just regular racism. i dunno if ur right or wrong but just make more kk content dude. lots of characters go in trends and jets had a nice run the past year or so, i can feel it slowly shifting to ghoul, 2017 it was all about kobra and cherri. things come and go in phases and this ain’t killjoysecrets. take a lil seat n simmer down. tis a comic book n series of music videos.

[d3athwish]

I literally view buzzfeed unsolved through more of a fandom lens than I do mychem. and yet I am here.. running a mychem blog...

[zonebunny]

Why Better Living Industries is Fucking Terrifying™

Since really getting into the Killjoyverse I can honestly say that Better Living Industries is one of the creepiest concepts that I’ve ever come across, and is both ingenious and horrifying at the same time.The whole idea of a set system that practically enslaves its citizens via brainwashing in order to remove all emotion and free thought is actually terrifying. 

Granted, some may claim that its the pills and brainwashed society that keep the people in their sheep-like state, but the industry as a whole is what really creeps me out. From the Draculoids to the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/S maintaining order to everything being kept so pristine and perfect and monochrome, its like BLI’s agenda is to purify the world and make it ‘better’ by removing everything that makes us human.

Independence. Freedom of thought. Colour.

That’s why the Killjoys are so loathed by Better Living Industries; they represent everything that they hate. They’re loud and messy and colourful and completely unapologetic about it all, because they’ll be damned before they let BLI keep them quiet. That’s why Korse is so twistedly fascinated by the Fab Four - they represent everything that he and the rest of Better Living Industries had been programmed against, programmed to hate; rebellion, passion, freedom, danger.

There’s so many dramatic contrasts between BLI and the Killjoys - colour vs monochrome, silence vs noise, order vs chaos. 

I dunno, I just get the creeps when I see those moodboards for BLI - all monochrome and pristine and making it out to be so calm and orderly when the reality is that behind those blank walls and empty smiles there’s a dark, brutal side to Better Living that they hide behind that infamous logo.

We’ve all seen what they do to those who defy them, who stand up against them - the fate of the Fab Four is just an example. Imagine the amount of Killjoy blood that’s been spilt just because they tried to make a stand and embrace their voices, their freedom.

It’s a wonder why Better Living’s name isn’t tinted with red.

[polly-porygon]

i swear i wish i could live there.

Prank War

It started out harmless. First it was salt in Party’s coffee. Then cacti needles on Ghoul’s chair. And, well, things escalated from there.

But it wasn’t until after Party’s never-to-be-mentioned-again Glitter Bomb Incident that they started truly fighting dirty.

Party was in the kitchen attempting to salvage some leftovers when the Girl wandered in.

“Party, what’s a furry?”

He stared at her. “A – a what?”

“You heard me.”

“Uh…why do you as…” Party trailed off. He slammed down his spoon. “I’m gonna kill him!”

He rushed out. Sure enough, FURRY was scrawled in Ghoul’s unmistakable writing in huge scrawling letters across the front of the diner, illustrated by a highly unflattering drawing of Party’s iconic Mousekat rebreather.

“Fun,” Party announced, “Is a dead man.”

~~~~~~

The next morning when Ghoul emerged for breakfast, Kobra choked on his coffee. Jet nearly spat out his food. The Girl slid under the table, giggling madly. Party howled and pointed.

Ghoul glared at them, still half asleep. “What?” He rushed to the cracked mirror on the wall. “AUGH!”

Party bolted out the back door. “Forgot, I gotta be somewhere, bye!”

Ghoul, his freshly dyed hot pink hair flying behind him, was hot on his heels. “YOU’RE DRAC MEAT, PARTY! YOU HEAR ME?  DRAC MEAT!”

“Gotta catch me first!”

Back inside, Kobra calmly sipped his coffee. “Weather looks to be good for the derby tonight,” he commented.

Party and Ghoul streaked past the window. “DRAC! MEAT!”

Jet scraped the last of the oatmeal into his bowl. “You competing?”

Kobra shook his head. “Bike’s still broke.”

Party and Ghoul raced by again, screaming bloody murder.

“Too bad,” Jet said. “We could still go and watch I guess.”

Kobra shrugged. “If you want.”

“IT’S A WIG IT’S A WIG TAKE IT OFF!” Party was screeching, to no avail. Ghoul’s spectacular flying tackle took him down. In the ensuing scuffle Party jerked the wig off Ghoul’s head and waved it in his face. “Uncle, uncle!”

Fun grabbed a fistful of his own real hair, pulling it over his eyes to verify it was really there and the proper color. “SONOFA – you’ll need a wig when I’m done with you!”

He chased Party, still screaming, into the distance.

Kobra took another sip of coffee. Just another normal morning at the diner.

[killjoytigermom]

Chapter 1 - One Does Not Simply Walk Into Battery City

A/N: Hello Internet! A bunch of friends of mine led by @mcrxreader convinced me to make my own Killjoy OC, and have inspired me to actually start writing fanfic and fleshing out her story, so that’s what I’ve done. More of her backstory will be revealed as the chapters are published, but for now: here’s chapter one!

“NO, I’M NOT HAVING THIS, I’M NOT LETTING THEM!” “Tiger, calm down,” Jet Star tried, but to no avail. “NO JET, I’M NOT CALMING DOWN! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY’RE GOING TO DO TO HER? I’M NOT LETTING THEM, I’LL GO GET HER MYSELF IF I HAVE TO!” “Ty, think this through- you can’t just walk into Battery City on your own and expect them to hand her over,” Fun Ghoul tried to reason. “THEN COME WITH ME,” I screeched, livid still. “Tiger, Ghoul is right, we’ve got to make a plan of attack if we ever want to get her out of there, and if we-“ “PARTY, SHE WAS DUE RIGHT ABOUT FUCKING NOW! IF WE WAIT ANY LONGER THEY’LL START DRUGGING HER FROM THE MOMENT THE GIRL’S BORN AND BEFORE YOU KNOW IT YOU HAVE A NUMBED DOWN CHILD THAT’S INCAPABLE OF THINKING FOR ITSELF!” I’d started tearing up at this point. I’d made a promise to her mum, and I wasn’t planning on breaking it anytime soon.

“Tiger,” Poison said quietly as he grabbed a hold of my shoulders, forcing me to look at him, “we’re not letting them. But we can’t just barge in without a plan.” “We don’t have time for a plan,” I sniffled. The silence that followed between all of us was only interrupted by the quiet sound of the boombox that still stood on the table, where Dr. D had started playing another record, having just finished his brief news report. I was still shaking all over, anxiety and adrenalin rushing through me. I felt like running, wanting to immediately go to Battery City to free her. “Do we know where in the city she is,” Poison suddenly asked. “If they Turned her mom, I reckon they put her in the medical ward for BL/ind’s Armed Forces unit she’s given birth,” Jet started. “That hospital is all the way downtown, according to the Underground sources. We’re going to have to cross half the city to get there,” Fun Ghoul argued. “Isn’t there a way the Underground could help us with this, maybe,” I blurted.

“Even they can’t just walk into the city hospital without repercussions…,” Fun said. “…no, we’re going to have to come up with something better,” he sighted, rubbing his probably aching head. “Why don’t we just, I don’t know… get them to sneak us into the city, and we’ll see from there? Shit, that hospital place can’t possibly be as strictly guarded at night, can it,” I questioned, still not completely familiar with Battery City and its ways. “It’s probably the exact opposite,” Kid now joined in as well. “They’ll expect raids during the night. Our best chance would be to sneak in from the back of the building or something, during daytime. If we can get some people from the Underground to figure out the schedule of the patrols and guards, we might find a blind spot we can use.”

“…so we just… have to wait? For days? We just have to hope they’ll get back to us in time for us to save her,” I questioned, my voice going up a few pitches in panic and disbelief. “It’s the best way to go about it,” Kid reassured me. “We could give the order to save her to the Underground, but they’ll be doomed if they get caught. Their entire network could be discovered and exterminated in mere hours. No, we’re going to have to go ourselves…” His older brother joined in as well, already messing around with the machine they used to contact the Underground forces, to get it up and running, saying: “I’ll send the message out to the Underground, and I’ll discuss with them how they can get us into the city undetected. It’s our best option, Tiger. I know you’re not a fan of it, but I can’t think of any other way to do this either.” He sounded apologetic as he made that final statement.

I sighted. I knew they were right, but my maternal side was still screaming at me to jump into action. I sat back down on an old bar stool at the messy, dirty bar that still remained in the old diner. “I guess so…,” I mumbled. My thoughts were still with the little girl though. I remembered seeing them take her mother, and putting that disgusting mask on her. And I definitely remembered the Phoenix Witch whispering in my ear as they did so. I’d always been more receptive towards paranormal things, but when her raspy voice explained to me why them putting the mask on my friend was blinding me, and what her soul was currently doing, I still felt shivers running down my body, cold sweat abruptly breaking out.

When the Witch instructed me to get the then still unborn child from BL/ind’s clutches, her long nails digging into my shoulder as she breathed down my neck, my knees finally gave in and I fell into the desert sand, vaguely registering them shoving my now Turned friend into one of their white vans and driving off as the dust settled slowly. I wondered what had become of the little girl that suddenly had her mother’s soul implanted in her as I now sat here, in the dusty old diner we called home.

[paranoia-song-killjoy]

Seriously thinking in changing my url to Stimulation Song, or at least my killjoy name.

It will be so cool to be nicknamed "Stimy/Stymie" since it means frustration/obstruction and I love how it sounds (and it was originally that until I forgot it and substituted "Stimulation" for "Paranoia")