#killjoyverse

[telekinetictrait]

ATTENTION TO ANY LISTENING DRACS, SCARECROWS, EXTERMINATORS, PIGS, AND ANY OTHER FUCKIN’ LOSERS ON THEIR CITY DIALS – SHOW PONY HERE: YOU FUCKIN’ SUCK! KISS MY METAL! 

if you were around on my main blog for my danger days/killjoy days, you know i was a huge show pony fan. and now i have way too much cc downloaded so what the fuck, here’s my show pony. they fucking rule.

(click images for higher quality! cc list and creator tags under the cut)

see my resources page!

anything not listed is from either base game, get famous, discover university, cottage living, or paranormal.

all: mosaica’s tequila sunrise cas lighting / catsblob’s unif model poses / catsblob’s simple model poses v.4 / lou-from-moonwood’s cool enough poses / breezygardensofficial’s aleksander hair / saruin’s andro masc presets / katpurpura’s apocalyptic burns (tsr download) / objuct’s robot dermals v.2 / bedisfull’s we are young rollerskates

look one: zombietrait’s destroya blush / cloudcat’s no halo mesh top / candysims4′s jonathan tank top / ridgeport’s mynx tights / nemesym’s kneepads

look two: cerberus-sims’ respirator / nemesym’s kneepads 

look three: mechtasims’ heart headset / wistfulcastle’s night city gloves

look four: deathpoke1qa’s band tease (i just think im soooo funny using the danger days swatch huh) / joliebean’s nutcracker shorts / nemesym’s kneepads / trillyke’s body rhythm tights

thank you to @mosaica @catsblob @lou-from-moonwood @breezygardensofficial @saruin @katpurpura @objuct @bedisfull @tricoufamily @cloudcat @candysims4 @ridgeport @occult-cc-finds @mechtasims @wistfulpoltergeist @deathpoke1qa @the-crypt-o-club @joliebean @trillyke !!!!!

[blagueofchaos]

Oh hey I used this picture in my pirate killjoycore moodboard a while back! I believe the original artist is Dave Pollot if I got my attribution correct. It's a beautiful piece :)

[killjoynest]

every time i try to get someone into the killjoyverse they always ask if the comics are any good because its the 2nd most accessible form of "canon" after the music vids and i always have to go😬😬😬 so about that

the amount of times ive seen "read the comics theyre amazing" is like. no. ive read the comics. ive read many a comic. gways ability to write an overarching plot leaves a lot to be desired tbh. lot of things dropped/couldve been cut out with no consequence. like id say the twitter accounts were the best but thats genuinely just bc theres not... really a solid plot there so it avoids the usual issues.

at the end of the day if ur gonna rec the comics i think u need to take a step back and think "is this good or am i just thinking about the reinterpretations people did to make things connect"

[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 

[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

[killjoytigermom]

Chapter 5 - Pillars Of Sand

“A musical one, huh?” "Apparently," I replied to Jet's grinning stature at my wit's end as I shuffled through the now quickly cooling diner. The sun had set and the incoming darkness quickly covered the desert with a chilly wind. As the five of us began to hermetically close up the building, I started to realize how weird, hectic, and utterly tiring this day had been, with the Battery City trip and everything else.

Eventually I grabbed one of the blankets we had and walked around the bar of the diner, retreating into the old fashioned kitchen where I opened a few aligned cupboards, revealing the insides that I'd made into a makeshift bedroom over the past couple of years. I always kept the doors open, but liked the reclusiveness of it. I crawled in, on top of the few blankets that already laid there, and curled up underneath the one I'd just grabbed, sighing again and looking at the bread basket I'd put right next to the cupboards- there hadn't been any space left inside next to me. The nameless girl was still vast asleep after my karaoke session, and I was glad of it as I looked at her.

Before I could try and fall asleep myself however, one of the guys walked into the now quickly darkening kitchen. "Ty?," Party questioned quietly. I scoffed; "Yeah, what's up?" "I think we should go to Dr. D tomorrow, tell him the good news." "You think he'd be invested?" "Well, for one, he's a firm believer in the Phoenix Witch, so there's a start," the redhead said as he quietly slid down the drawer section I slept next to, before plopping down onto the tiled floor next to the basket with the girl. He stared at her solemnly before he spoke again. "If there's anyone who might maybe have some answers," he mumbled," it's him."

"I suppose you're right," I sighted, really not wanting to have this conversation at this time. "But I'm sleeping in tomorrow." "You're going to sleep through the morning cold?," Party chuckled, legitimately surprised. "Not just wait for the afternoon slur? Have a little siesta?" "Nope," I said, before shuffling myself further down my cupboard, hoping he'd pick up on my hints. “Not today.”

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“You think they’ll be okay out there?” I snorted as the guys walked out of Dr. Death’s radio station, laughing at something one of them had muttered on their way out. “Ah, they’ll be fine,” Death chuckled amusedly. “Show Pony knows how to keep people entertained alright,” he continued, turning his wheelchair to me and leaning back with a deep sigh. His build was reminiscent of my dad’s, whom I hadn’t been able to contact since the Analog Wars, and I wasn’t sure if I found it comforting or distressing.

His smile faded as his glare went down to the girl in my arms, sleeping soundly. “What to do with you…,” he said quietly, dragging out each word as if questioning himself. He quickly gathered himself however and faced me again. “Party said you wanted to talk to me specifically?” “Oh, uh, yeah,” I stumbled over my words awkwardly. “I always knew you were a spiritual one,” I continued, “but when Party mentioned you were invested in my suicide mission of getting her out of Battery City I was a bit surprised.”

“Well it’s not every day a Killjoy puts their life on the line by walking down Battery City’s streets,” the large man chuckled. “Party told me you had some vision or something, said that he thought it would be good if you and I sat down and had a talk.” “Oh, well…” I thought for a bit. “Then he and I had the same idea. ‘Cuz that’s why I wanted to talk to you alone.” He hummed and adjusted himself in his seat. When he didn’t speak up after that I decided to just rant and get it over with.

“You know how her mum and I were friends, right? Me and Bandit’s Grace? I mean I didn’t see her that much ‘cuz she operated in a different part of the Zones but when she got pregnant I was so ready to become the ‘aunt’ of this kid… And then our two groups met up and they had that ambush lying there, those Scarecrows? She was mere weeks away from delivery so when they’d shot her down instead of dusting her they put one of their Drac masks on her, and I saw them do that and as that happened, everything around me just sorta seemed to slow down, you know how they used to do that in movies? Like the sounds would be like you’re underwater and everything becomes slow motion? It was kinda like that and as they put that mask on her I feel these long, sharp nails in my shoulders, pinching, and I smelled birds - I know that sounds weird but birds DO have a smell, it’s kinda muffy and dusty? - anyway this raspy voice whispered in my ear and I knew I shouldn’t turn around to see who it was and I really didn’t need to ‘cuz when they started talking I knew who she was, and she goes and calls me by my real name and goes ‘you see what’s happening there’ as she points at Grace and as she’s pointing, Grace’s chest starts glowing but like, from the inside? It looked like when you take an old flashlight that had those yellow light bulbs and hold them against the palm of your hand and this little orb became smaller and smaller and moved from her chest to her stomach and the Witch just went ‘that’s what you’ve got to protect. At all costs. Tell them. There won’t be a next time’, and then everything just went back to normal.”

I was quiet for a moment and looked up at Dr. Death, who didn’t seem to have moved a muscle. “After that I got the worst headache and felt my knees shake and before I knew it I was lying in the dirt, limp.” Death remained silent. I waited for a bit but then plainly said: “That’s it, I’m done now.” Still nothing. He almost seemed lost in thought but the direct eye contact he was making suggested otherwise. “I don’t know why she chose me, honestly. Probably because she wanted someone to stand in for her mom, and she wanted to give me some good motivation for it instead of being all cryptic about it? I don’t know Doc., I truly don’t.” “And you didn’t tell anyone else besides the rest of the Fab Five,” Dr. Death suddenly asked. I shook my head, still holding the tiny human in my arms as it slept. “I didn’t feel comfortable telling anyone else.”

Death sighed once more and leaned back in his chair again. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke. “Y’know kid, I hate to admit this but even I don’t know all about the Phoenix Witch. I do know what she does: she helps those who got dusted in the fight to find some peace, and for that we should be thankful, but stuff like this?” He gestured with his hand and made a face. “This is beyond me too kiddo.” I sighed. “I know, and I don’t blame you, I just wish I could know why me? Or maybe there even isn’t a why, maybe it was just a roll of the dice….”

When we both remained silent I continued rambling. “And next to that it’s like, why is she being so cryptid about this kid,” I said while nodding at the baby in my arms. “I mean I’m not against getting as many people out of BL/ind.’s clutches as possible but why is THIS ONE so special? ‘Cuz she’s making it sound like this one is going to wake Destroya one day or something!” “Isn’t that android belief?” Death asked, an eyebrow raised. I shrugged annoyedly. “I don’t know what to believe at this point anymore man, but the Witch is sure making it sound like this is the new Messiah or something like that.”

Dr. Death chuckled at that. “Wouldn’t that be somethin’... then again, a Killjoy, born from someone who’s turned into a Draculoid? You never know,” he winked. I blinked a couple of times, registering what he’d said. “I mean yeah, when you put it like that…”

Then suddenly, Death briskly turned his wheelchair around and made his way to the minifridge across the room. “I’m sure the Phoenix Witch knows what she’s doing, I have faith in that. All advice I can give is follow her instructions,” he said as he opened the door and the blue light illuminated his face. “Soda?” “Sure.” He grabbed two brightly colored cans from the fridge and closed the door. “Well, either way, whatever happens, you know me and my crew are on your side. That includes Cherri and Pony,” he assured me as he handed me the can.

“If there’s ever something you need that you can’t get at Tommy’s, or just need someone to help out, you know where to find us,” he said with a smile before opening the sizzling can in his hands. “Which reminds me,” he said after taking a big swig, “how did you guys even manage to get that deep into Battery City? The place is sprawling with BL/ind. forces, they should’ve spotted you immediately!”

I opened my own can and took a small swig as well before explaining. “There’s a group called The Undead, they operate from within Battery City, even before it was called ‘Battery City’. While they’re not the biggest believers, they’ll support anything that can possibly help them bring back the city that they lost. Ghoul once got in touch when them when he needed materials for his explosives, that’s how we were able to get their help - Party probably mentioned it would help their cause if they helped us. They mainly operate from The Lobby, but have mastered making their way through town unnoticed.”

Dr. Death hummed approvingly. “Maybe Battery City’s built on more pillars of sand than we thought,” he mumbled with a small smile.

[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!

[eluvion]

The Profit of Fear

Every killjoy gets nightmares. BL/ind reigns over everyone, and fear follows its cruel, vicious footsteps. Terror touches the hearts and minds of every killjoy in the desert. 

Jet Star dreams of death. Death spreads like sand all around him, but he is still standing. He dreams of every person around him falling, falling, falling, and him not being able to save them. He dreams of those he left behind, their bodies rotting, battered by the dry desert winds, their masks slowly buried underneath the dirt. He dreams of his family dying, of him not being enough. He dreams of being the last one left, the final domino to fall. Jet Star is so, so terrified of being alone, of not being able to save anyone, of not being enough.

Party Poison dreams of failure. Of dying, and no one mourning, no one left to carry on their legacy. They dream of every attempt to live forever being buried, like fire being doused by heavy sand. They dream of all they built being torn to pieces and left behind, of their family being burned away, of the Girl being led into the City and never let out. They dream of all the chances they could have lost, all the what-ifs that haunt them. Party Poison is scared of being forgotten, left in the dust of memory, just another pile of ashes that blows away in the desert wind.

Kobra Kid dreams of lies. The beautiful, spun lies of Battery City, haunting him to his death. He dreams of those pills—tiny, colorful lies. He dreams of the thing that was not his mother, her haunted, empty gaze. Shivering against his sibling, the lies’ fallout finally comes in the form of shivers that steal up and down his nerves. He dreams that every whispered, “I’ll be okay,” is just another lie. Kobra Kid is horrified to be wrong, because if he is wrong, then someone is dead.

Fun Ghoul dreams of apathy. He dreams that no one cares anymore, that they all leave him, not because of death, but because they can see inside of him. He dreams that they can see every twisted edge, every broken piece, every lost, beaten part of him. He dreams that the family he had built sees all of that and turns away, leaves him in the dust just like everyone left him. He dreams that everyone sees him for what he is and runs, keeps running. Love can fall apart, friends can let go, family can disappear. Fun Ghoul is so afraid to be left behind.

But every killjoy values their nightmares. Fear is just another reason to keep fighting, to keep creating, to keep running. And fear is a reminder. A reminder that your crew is your family, and that they will give you comfort, give you truths, give you love. Your crew is here for you, and they are the ones who will get you through the night. 

[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.

[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.”

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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.