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[tapefish]

dont worry about me, got all the luck I need

[goodnightsocialitemp3]

in my heart the killjoys are celebrating right now by cranking the radio up loud by the fireside, getting drunk with the alcohol supply they save for special occasions, and tagging the walls of the gas station with the stupidest shit while their laughter echoes across the desert night. they're living to see the sun rise for at least one more day. death will look away for a blink of eternity. everything is okay

[cowboycatss]

You sooo want to share cat days hcs

i just stole the hcs from petco

[montypng]

child safety 101: no smoking indoors

[ID: a greyscale three panel comic: in the first, party poison sits slouched against a wall, smoking and reading a magazine. two text bubbles read “slam!”, then “Poison, we’re back!”. in the second panel, poison looks up at jet walking by, holding the girl in his arms, and asks “decent haul?”. jet replies “Good enough—Oh, Witch’s sake! Put that nic-stick out. We just child-proofed the diner, and you’ve got a whole fire risk going on!” with an annoyed expression, while the girl happily says “Hi, Pois!”. in the third panel, ghoul and kobra walk by, both covered in dirt and leaving behind a thick trail of smoke. kobra has his motorcycle helmet under his arm and his bloodied katana leaning against his shoulder. ghoul is holding a huge bazooka, with grenades strapped across their chest. grinning, they say “Yeah, Pois! You’re a goddamn safety hazard!” poison’s expression is now mildly pissed./end ID] 

[hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon]

Translating Killjoy Names

The Fabulous Killjoys live in the American Southwest outside L.A. if u try to tell me that they're not all a little Chicano imma be mad. I say they get spanish names too bc i love translating.

There’s a quote that’s like “you’re never translating literally between just two languages, you’re also talking about the third thing that the original phrase actually meant” and Killjoy names got a lot of connotations and meaning behind them ESPECIALLY when they’re referencing other stuff. So without further ado:

Jet Star -> Estrella Oscuro

There's a couple different connotations of the word 'jet', notably as a specific type of plane or the color descriptor 'jet-black'. There's also some lesser connotations about elegance, usually as an offshoot of the two more common meanings. Which to use here in terms of translating to get the point of it across?It’s actually unclear bc we got little information about why the killjoy names were chosen or the associations they were going for (both in terms of in the danger days universe and outside of it). I went with the 'jet-black' connotation here. Jet is a kind of dark rock, and where we get the phrase ‘jet-black’ from. Literally Estrella Oscuro means 'dark star', and I think that is a really cool killjoy name as well as an acceptable translation bc it keeps the sense of 'wait, these words go together but WHY.

Fun Ghoul -> Demonio Divertido

This translation is both easy and difficult. Right off the bat, you can do Demonio Divertido, literally Fun Demon (the word demonio means demon, yeah, but also has wider connotations for monstery things like Ghouls.) HOWEVER. This is one of the killjoy names we got an additional info for-another reason it was picked was because it sounds vaguely like ‘fanculo’ or ‘fuck you’ in Italian. Finding a spanish translation that also sounds like an insult in another language actually makes my job harder so we’re sticking with Demonio Divertido until I come up with something better.

Party Poison -> Maria Mata

Similarly, the direct translation of Party Poison would be Veneno Festivo. BUT Party Poison is also a slang term for molly/MDMA/ecstasy. Again, finding a Spanish term that keeps the idea of “killing your fun” WITH the added connotation of having the same name as a drug makes translating more difficult. Do ya use the spanish slang terms for molly, which vary but include extasis, pastis or Maria? A fun way to do it could be Maria Mata, aka “Molly Kills” going off slang terms, and I like that one because it keeps the idea of something/someone fun also fucking you up.

Kobra Kid -> El Hijo de Serpiente

The Kobra Kid translated literally is El Hijo de Serpiente, and I have no idea if there’s any deeper meaning behind that choice so we’re gonna stick with it.

Maybe I'll do more later?

[blood-injections]

Thinkign about kobra and his preference for hand to hand combat like he can shoot but.. karate.. sword.. and i headcanon that he'd also have a bunch of throwing knives for more ranged enemies and just a shit ton of knives on him(he has knife and sword autism) but like. The things that come with a headcanon like this(knife kink ehem um i mean what) like.. he's totally stabbed himself in the fucking foot before when he was trying to flip a knife and he couldn't catch it and it fell on his foot and he probably still has a bit of a limp or weird gait from it. Just imagine. You're in the diner and the silence is broken when you hear Kobra Kid loudly shout FUCK from outside and you run out to see that there is a knife sticking out of his foot and he doesn't even look bothered by it tbh. Just disappointed. Idiot.

[redfish-blu]

So unlike you to forget a face, Kobra. You remember me don’t you?

This was the first vision I ever had of this AU which I’ve just been calling BLi-Girl in my head so that’s sticking for now. I have like,, one third of an actual idea for what exactly this story would explore but it starts here.

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[therobotmonster]

My Turtles of Grayskull 'Druthers

Okay, since the line is apparently not a limited-concept run but is going to instead run till the doors fall off, I'm gonna lay out my hopes and dreams for sweet-as-heck dumb conceptual mashups.

Lets stick some silly chocolate and some stupid-fun peanut butter together and make a decent candy and an awesome cereal.

I might be hungry.

Anyhow, lets make some monsters!

Ace Duck

I love the Tales of the Gold Monkey-inspired pilot Ace Duck more than the next guy, but this is MOTU we're dealin' with, we need ARCHIE Ace Duck.

He's literally born to be here. Basic body, skeletor feet, reuse the April O'Neil wings, little red thong or trunks (from the wrasslin' line), plus he can get stratos's little arm wings, and an alt head with the Stratos Mask on (evoking a lucha dore mask).

Ty-Gor - NInjor / Tigerclaw (but green!)

Ninjor gets mutated with Eternian Tiger DNA to become Ty-Gor.

Not limiting myself to the Fred Wolf era here. Basically its Ninjor with a Tigerclaw head (masked and two-eyed, unmasked and eyepatched), only with the green with orange stripes eternian tiger coloration. He gets a terror-claws skeletor claw, an eternian six-shooter (later usable for Rio-Blast) and the beastliest feet they can muster.

Mutant Evil-Lyn

Seeking to empower herself with this new "mutation" magic, Evil-Lyn made a potion of mutagen and Mantisaur venom. Ironically not her worst scheme.

Mantenna pelvis with new insect legs, Evil-Lyn torso with humanoid and mantisaur-mutant heads (still wearing her tiara as a mantisaur), slip-over mantis-claw weapons.

Kurai-Khan

I mean, it's not like she hasn't been here before. Lore establishes the Eternian magic gives her full control over her snake-form, and the ability to command the snake men... save for the Ratsnake King.

Deluxe figure, reusing a LOT of Lady Slither, But using Stephanie McMahon legs and torso, some new snake-gauntlets and a swappable set of heads. Snake-head has the spit-fx feature from Kobra Khan, flared cobra hood. And a katana, obviously.

General Pig-Iron - Pig-Head / General Traag (By way of Rokkon)

Krang's mutagenic experiments continue, this time he combines Sun-Man's Pig-Head and the Rock-Soldiers' DNA to make one stone-tough pigheaded warmonger.

The sculpt is mostly Rokkon, with a new stony pighead-face and more Traag-y chest (with ammo bandolier to mimic Pig-Head, 'natch)

The Ratsnake King - Rat King / King Hiss

Disappointed by the Rat-King's failures, Skeletor fuses him with the shed skin of King Hiss via sorcery and good old fashioned mutagen. The new horror can command serpents that were beyond even King Hiss's reach.

Ratsnake King uses the King hiss snake parts, with a new head & chest armor built on a mummy-esq reinterpretation of Rat King, snake-y crossbow and staff. Give him the Reptilax tail so he's a little snakey even in his 'human' form, he's a mutant, after all.

Mutagen-Man-E-Faces

This idea is from @skeletor-enjoyer who posted it in the replies to my previous glow-up post on this dumb-as-heck (affectionate) line.

This one's easy. New torso that allows for the Man-E-faces gimmick and a clear torso that can hold a gooey guts insert. Human face looks like nonmutant Seymour Gutz, Robot face replaced with foot-soldier (toonstyle) face, monster face is a hybrid MM/MEF monster face.

New limbs that will later be reused for Slushhead. Multiple replacement hands/limbs (clawful hand, etc) to simulate mutation/shapeshifting powers.

Foot 'Sploders - Foot soldiers / Blast-Attack

Krang: You know what Skeletoooorrruup? I like the iDEa of robots that are SUPPOSED to exPLooowwddee! Why can't YOU be this kind of go-getter Saaaaakiiii?

Shredder: You always undermine me in front of the crossover villains!

Skeletor: Don't stop on my account! I haven't had this much fun since Grizzlor fell into the slime pit! NYAH!

Excuse to make a somewhat functional Blast-Attack chest. Foot Soldier head with cartoon bomb in place of the foot symbol, long forearm sculpt (useful for 200X Beast Man) with arm-shield accessories. Tons of weapons. Legs from various wrasslers' with pants/boots.

Doctor Orkocutt the Fugilock

Orko uses his magic to fix the Fugitoid, but the spell goes awry, merging them into a single magi-technical absentminded genius. They work better this way, but trouble is bound to follow.

Orko Body, with premolds for a Netflix Orko in Classicverse arms, and a new fugiod-in-a-wizard-hat-head, with many many exchangeable hands.

Mutant Buzz-Off - Buzz-off/Killer Bee

A partially-translucent mutant like He-Man and the other corrupted hero mutants, only Buzz-Off is... kinda wild... wild enough I had to photoshop, albeit in a Q&D...

The basic idea is mutant Buzz-Off uses Mantenna's legs, Mosquitor's torso, a new head that's still compatible with the Mosquitor-grabber, Buzz-Off's left arm, Clawful's right, alt head of grimacing half-killer-bee Buzz_off. The goo is green or purple instead of red, for a mutagen-feature.

If compatible with the Mantenna legs, using the Buzz-Off feet is preferable, the same with the Skeleton Warrior arm and the left arm.

Bionaceraton - Triceraton / Bionatops

Ancient power arises as a Preternian ancestor to the Triceratons is awakened.

I mean, once again we pull out the Andre the Giant mold, this time giving it a tail and a Triceraton head, and slightly remolded chest armor. Garnish with sci-fi guns, put out in a handsome green colorscheme.

Mutant She-Ra - She-Ra / Swiftwind

Having last been in contact with Swiftwind before exposure to the mutagen, She-Ra's becomes an uncontrollable mutant Pegasus.

Am I suggesting they put a Unicorn head and Sorceress Wings on She-Ra, possibly with new 'buff gal' limbs that would make a Netflix-inspired Scorpia Possible? Yes. Yes I am. She's got a unicorn-horn spear weapon and is filled with a horselike rage.

Optikk

Look, its the TMNT crossover. You are required to have at least one of the New Adventures Mutants there, and Optikk is the most on-brand for the concept.

You can make him out of mostly Roboto Parts with a new armor piece for the collar and a new eyeball-head. Or just make the collar lock onto the head joint and have a free-spinning eye.

Mona Lis-Ra - Mona Lisa / She-Ra

Someone has to use the power sword while She-Ra's a nightmare mutant abomination!

It's pretty straightforward, She-Ra torso and upper arms/legs, new finned female lower arms and legs, new tailed female pelvis, new head. She-Ra's gear plus some extras to be shape-shifted forms for the sword.

Savanti Romeo and Renet

They're just there They're already designed for this world. To justify it, they have... uh... Savante has the dragon blast dragon that was used with Ricky the Steamboat Dragon, and Renet has... uh.. the time staff thing Gwildor used. Yeah, that's the ticket!

Bonus Round: Obligatory A-Character Variants:

TechnoWizard Dontatello - Backdoor Donatello #1 figure.

Anti-Eternia Raphael - Archie Comics fans know why.

Mutant Teela - She's a snake, again! This time give her a real snake head and a tail guys.

Mutant Skeletor - Goat Skull head, goat legs.

That's it for now, but even though many of these are a stretch, I'm sure it demonstrates the blood isn't nearly squeezed from this stone.

[goodnightsocialitemp3]

fun ghoul can't roll joints for shit, like i mean jet star can't either but he just sticks to edibles because he knows his capabilities or he lets party poison roll them because they're actually ok at it. ghoul thinks he's a master but there's weed falling out onto the floor and he's pretending he doesn't notice. also kobra kid just took a pineapple express-style bong rip btw

[benzobucky]

🌎 OPERATION HOT CHIMP

For TOO LONG the DD fandom has been in shambles, ppl arguing spreading misinfo, straying from the original concept etc. Remember when we were supposed to make Nananana the most viewed video on Youtube, yea that didnt pan out did it.

Well I believe i have a solution....🤯🤯

July 26 is going to be a WORLD WIDE DANGER DAYS BLAST. We're going to post fics, hcs, art, cosplays, vids etc to show ppl that were back with a force. 💥🙌

Im setting some ground rules for this content and all DD content going forward. ive thought about them for a while and i think theyre fair. new rules for OPERATION HOT CHIMP are as follows,

🦍 No sayin you wanna fuck Tommy chow/lo mein, witch or that clown guy

🦍 Vayas not going to fuck you either so just let that one rest

🦍 OCs are fine but no more crossovers. i dont think sherlocks gonn show up in the zones to say "hmmmm i have a mystery for...............PARTY POISON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

🦍 OC names can only have 2 words, noone cares how many dracks Toxic Orgy Bomb Shit Chromatic Biscuits Pie has killed

🦍 Tbh OC names should be more original in general, theyve all got named like Titty Detonator, for exmaple mines called Ricky Bobby (my fav will ferell movie), its laid back, funny movie reference etc also hes a racecar driver like the real Ricky bobby

🦍 Dr. Death Defyings real name is not "Steve." Its charles

🦍 Power Pup is made from DOG FOOD not "grinded up exterminators"

🦍 No more sayin Kobra kid is 🇬🇧british. Tbh the royals probably died in the wars, and thats a huge part of the "Being british package"

🦍 If you write/draw stuff about the four you HAVE to include the girl. "i dont like her shes boring" idc, the girl is the center of dd, she keeps fun ghoul from doin stupid stuff like sticking his dick in the mailbox and yellin "FORGIVE THIS BITCH"

Rn ppl outside the dd fandom make fun of us, sayin "haha its the wierd sewer of the mcrmy."

Thats bc they see the DD fandom as 💥💥💣🤮🙄🙄😑😐💣 But with OPERATION HOT CHIMP, i know we can turn it into 💿💃🍡🦍👈⛽🍆🤯🛴💰🗿

Call it CODENAME GORILLA when your around non-DD ppl (normies). We're going to blow their minds with the biggest blast the MCRmy has ever seen🤯🤯 July 26, write it down 📝

No this is not a joke....someone needs to straighten things up around here....might as well be me🤌

As Ricky Bobby said shake....and BAKE🤛

I understood mostly nothing but i really dig your vibe, gotta draw something for it

LET'S GO DD COMMUNITY 👊👊👊👊💥💥💥💥💥⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡

Also I think we should try to make Danger Days tag trending on that day

[xx-the-phoenix-witch-xx]

[a letter written on folded paper, torn from a spiral notebook. There’s no envelope]

Phoenix Witch,

Thank you. Thank you for sending me back so quickly. I’m sorry I couldn’t explain properly when I died. A little while back, maybe a few days? A week ago. Time feels hazy and hard to track. But Krash tried to ghost themself, and I was taking care of them. Sort of. I stitched them up and they were at the station. After putting them back together, I got really bad. I couldn’t even eat properly. Then Ghoul accidentally drugged himself somehow so I went over to check on him, and I couldn’t do anything. … I couldn’t do anything and I was too broken inside to try to help him, so I left. And I was driving home and saw Krash and they were going to kill themself again and we ended up fighting for their gun and it went off. I didn’t wanna die in the sunshine, but I did. I didn’t wanna die with my eyes open, but I did. I didn’t wanna die at all. I didn’t get to say goodbye to Kobra. I saw Kobra sit with me and hold me and sob and then I was gone. And you held me too, when I cried. And you let me go back to my moonbeam. Thank you.

The static broke somehow. Now everyone else can see parts of it, too. It feels so weird and broken. But I’m alive and I don’t know what I’m trying to get across to you with all these words other than thank you. It hurts so much, but Kobra says it gets easier to live again. I really hope he’s right. Thank you. Thank you.

- Cherri Cola

@cherri-cola-soda

someone kill cherri cola again so i can give him a hug and then beat him over the head with a stick

[shittycryptid-666]

(Edit: I decided that I hated this and rewrote it and you can find it with the next two chapters on AO3)

I just recently got into Danger Days, and as a Danger Days hater… I’m so sorry I take it back it’s brilliant. Anyway, here’s the chapter I wrote introducing my danger days OC, The Medic, who is an ex military medic for BL/Ind who joined the rebellion years ago. This is her removing Jets eye.

The Medic wasn’t anything close to the typical killjoy. She hardly appreciated even being considered a killjoy. She didn’t wear the bright colored clothing that made her stick out, she wasn’t the charged, over-the-top personality or even likable to most. She wore plain, practical clothing that always seemed to be a size too big for her petite frame. In her years of living in the desert she allowed her dark, chestnut colored hair to grow far passed her waist, nearly touching her hips at this point. Aside from her bangs that she kept short, framing her face that held her hardened features aside from her piercing, emerald doe eyes that seemed to soften her face.

She refused a killjoy name, aside from her radio handle as The Medic. Everyone who knew her, knew her as Maeve.

She wasn’t warm, or kind. She was mean, and distant, but she was also fucking brilliant, almost terrifyingly so. Any and all rebels and innocents were welcome on the compound, though she remained distant and stoic. She was a key player in the rebellion, being that she was the only one in the cause that had any real medical background let alone to the extent that she had.

She really was the only option for serious medical attention, and thank the zones for that, because she was good. Scary good.

Which is the only reason the Fab Four was able to remain somewhat calm as her Medical Compound came into view with Jet Star potentially bleeding out in the backseat of the trans am.

The Med Compound was an intimidating, looming structure of rusted metal and crumbling smokestacks in the outskirts of Z5. Surrounded by nothing but desert, isolated and desolate. From the outside it looked exactly like what it was, an abandoned power plant. Most of the outer buildings' mere skeletal remains of what they once were. It was quiet, almost eerily so, as the Medic liked it that way.

A monolithic promise of salvation or death.

At the center were two structurally sound buildings. The larger one, referred to only as the Hospital, was where The Medic worked. The inside was sterile, organized. There were multiple rooms that she used as recovery rooms or storage. The largest room in the middle of the building was the OR. The rooms separated by tarps and plastic sheets.

The second building was quite a bit smaller than the Hospital, having possibly been an old office with cubicles separating the space. It was used as shelter. Maeve always had cots open for those who were running, and required a safe haven.

Jet Star leaned heavily against Kobra Kid and Fun Ghoul. A wadded shirt pressed against his eye quickly soaking with blood as they made their way through the desolate compound. The distant sound of creaking metal and crunch sand beneath their boots seemed to echo against Jets labored breathing. “Hang on, Jet.” Party Poison growled from just ahead, their blaster drawn. “We’re almost there.”

“She’ll fix this.” Kobra mutters, as if to convince himself more than Jet as the four made their way to the hospital, where Maeve was just inside, awaiting their arrival.

Inside the hospital, drenched in filtered desert light, Maeve is already moving. Her long hair tightly coiled into a bun on top of her head, with a set of gloves that were pulled up to her elbows and a rubber apron. Laying out medical tools on a makeshift table in the center of the OR. As the Killjoys burst through the door, she meets them halfway, carefully lifting the blood-soaked shirt away from his eye with gloved hands. Her already neutral expression hardens at the sight. Her demeanor changing to one with more urgency.

She silently motions to an old dental light that is powered by a small generator and a metal table that groans under Jets weight as the Kobra and Fun assist him onto it. She looks to Party, her lips going flat. “I haven’t had access to any sort of anesthetic in months,” she says almost dismally, as if it were a warning. Party’s face tightens, before they nod curtly. Their eyes darting to Jet. “Do what you gotta do, Maeve. He can take it.” They say, their voice firm and almost commanding in an attempt to comfort the others. Kobra's jaw tightens at the Maeves words, as he takes a step away from the OR table. He lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Jesus fuck, Jet…” Fun mumbles, squeezing his friends shoulder. His own hand trembling over the thought of what has to be done. “There’s gotta be something, anything, else we can do for him?” Kobra asks almost desperately as he returns to Jets side.

“I can take it.” Jet speaks with resolve, though his voice waivers. His skin is pale, but he forces a grim smile on his face in some attempts to keep his comrades comfortable with the hell he was about to endure. Fear gripping at every part of him. Maeve moves in on him, pulling his arm out and quickly finding a vein. “This is a pretty substantial dose of morphine. It’s better than nothing, I’m hoping you’ll be pretty out of it by the time this is over, but I have to work fast or he’s not going to make it.”

Her voice was calm, clinical, but she looked at Jet with a certain softness. An unspoken acknowledgment on the pain she is about to cause. Jet takes a deep breath, the morphine already doing something to take the edge off. “Hold him down.” She said, a slightest hint of hesitation in her tone. The three moved in on Jet, holding his limbs down as Maeve moved in. “Open.” She said simply, patting his jaw. As soon as he did so, a leather bite was thrust into his mouth.

Maeve’s hands are steady as she fully lifts the wadded-up shirt from Jets face. Fun looked away; his eyes closed tightly at the sight. Jet hissed against the bite as Maeve doused the wound with antiseptic, assessing the damage. He was hit with a laser blaster from a substantial distance. Not close range enough to destroy the surrounding bone or muscle, thank the zones, but his eye was disintegrated to nearly nothing, leaving just nerves and burnt tissue. There was no saving it. There was nothing to save.

She began working with practiced diligence as the first incision is made, Jet jerking and groaning against the pain. “Hold his head,” she warns Party, who does so, unable to turn their eyes away from their friend as Maeve worked. Jets muscles tense against the restraints of his friends. His vision blurring as the searing pain radiates through every nerve in his body. The taste of leather filling his mouth. The room smells of iron and sweat. Jets groans and Kobra’s silent encouragement contrasting each other.

Maeve didn’t speak. Her expression unreadable as she worked to extract Jets eye. Her hands moved with swift, precise motions. She’d done this before, but never with so much at stake. Every second felt like an eternity as she worked through removing disintegrated and burnt tissue and nerves.

Reaching the peak of the procedure, Jet Star’s body became rigid with pain. A deep, guttural sound escaping him despite the leather. Fun’s eyes remain shut, his knuckles white as he holds Jet to the metal table. Maeve’s mind is fully tuned in to her movements, focusing on every detail, blocking out the chaos around her. Every second feels like an eternity as she finishes works to remove all the problematic damage before proceeding to make it look as normal as she is able to.

Finally, it’s over. After securing a medical patch over what was once Jet’s eye, Maeve steps back, her hands and apron covered in blood. The room falls into a tense silence, broken only by Jet’s ragged breaths as he comes down from the excruciating pain. The Killjoys release their grip, their own bodies trembling with the effort. Party looks at Maeve, his eyes a mixture of gratitude and something darker. “You’re okay, man.” Fun takes Jet’s hand, patting him in the chest with the other. “You’re okay.”

After pulling the apron and gloves off, Maeve steps back to Jet, checking his pulsed, noting his other vitals. “Open,” she says again softly, pulling the leather bite from his lips. He lets out a shuttering breath. “You’re alright,” she says softly. She lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. He has a long way to go, she knows this, but for now the hard part is over. She turns to the others, motioning towards one of the rooms off to the side. “I’ve set up a cot the second room for him. Give him a few minutes to come down before moving him.” She nods to Party, before stepping away.

She has done hundreds of difficult procedures at this point, this was no different. But something about it being one of them, something about it being him...

The large metal door creaked shut behind her as she stepped out in the cool desert air. A stark contrast to the stifling heat inside. Night settled in, the sun sinking in the horizon just the smallest sliver, casting the sky in deep purples and reds. She let out a long breath, pulling a pack of self-rolled joints from her pocket, and bringing one to her lips. Lighting it, she took a deep drag, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease slightly.

She walked a few steps away from the building, the crunch of sand and gravel the only sound in the vast emptiness of the compound. She walked up to an old generator, taking a seat on it before tilting her head back. She closed her eyes, letting the stillness of the desert seep into her.

Her hands were trembling, though she didn’t notice it before. She stared down at them, the gloves now gone but the memory of Jets blood was still fresh. She rubbed her palms together, as if trying to erase the sensation. But it wasn’t just the blood- it was everything. The pain she had inflicted on him, the way he looked at her, trusting her to do what needed to be done even if it meant enduring unimaginable agony.

Emotions were a luxury that Maeve learned a long time ago she couldn't afford. In her line of work, emotions could get you killed. But she couldn’t help the soft spot she held for the Fab Four. Sitting there in the cooling desert night, the weight of what had just happened pressed down on her as if the building had collapsed around her.

She let her head fall back, exhaling a plume of smoke into the air, staring into the first stars beginning to appear. For a moment, she let herself feel the fear she had pushed aside during the surgery. The fear that she wouldn’t be able to save him. That she would lose him right there on the table. The fear that maybe she wasn’t as in control as she always tried to be.

But she had saved him. She had done what needed to be done, like she always fucking had... Still, the thought of Jet’s silent suffering, his body writhing in pain, gnawed at her. She wondered how much more any of them could take.

She took another long drag of the joint, feeling the chill of the night air settling in. Her nerves relaxing best they could with the help of the weed. She knew she couldn’t stay out here forever, couldn’t let herself be consumed by doubt. They would need her again soon, and she couldn’t afford to be weak. Not now.

But just for this moment, she allowed herself to sit in the quiet, away from the noise and the pain. Just for this moment, she let herself feel the weight of everything she carried- the lives, the expectations, the relentless burden of being the one they all turned to when everything else fell apart.

The sound of the door creaking open behind her pulled her back to the present. She didn’t turn around, but she knew it was Party Poison, standing there in the doorway, watching her. For a second, neither of them spoke. They lingered in the doorway for a moment before stepping outside, their footsteps soft against the sand. Maeve kept her eyes on the horizon, her expression unreadable.

“You did good in there, Maeve,” Party said, their voice gentle but with that underlying firmness that was always present.

Maeve nodded slightly, her gaze still fixed ahead. “Just doing what I’m supposed to do,” she replied, her voice steady, controlled. She wasn’t about to let any cracks show, not now…

Party moved a little closer, leaning against the same piece of rusted machinery. They watched her carefully, studying the tension in her shoulders, the way her hands were still tightly clenched. “You saved his life,” they said, as if reminding her of a fact she already knew.

“I know,” Maeve replied, her tone flat. She didn’t look at them. “I’ve saved a lot of lives.”

There was a pause, the silence between them heavy with unspoken thoughts. Party tilted their head slightly, their voice softer as they spoke again. “But this one was different, wasn’t it?”

Maeve finally turned her head to look at them, her expression hard, almost deflective. “They’re all different,” she said, the words carrying a finality that dared Party to push further. She wasn’t about to let them in on anything she didn’t want them to know.

Party held her gaze for a moment longer before nodding, respecting her boundaries. “We’re all here for you, Maeve. You don’t have to do this shit by yourself all the time,” they said, their tone sincere but not pressing.

Maeve nodded curtly, appreciating the sentiment but not willing to acknowledge it fully. “Thanks,” she said, her voice quiet but firm.

They stood in silence for a moment, the desert’s stillness wrapping around them. Maeve’s mind was a whirl of controlled thoughts—she’d done what she had to do, and that was what mattered. Nothing more. Nothing less. She wouldn’t allow herself to dwell on how close she’d come to losing Jet or how much that thought terrified her.

“I should check on him,” Maeve said finally, pushing herself up from the metal, her voice as steady as ever.

“Yeah,” Party agreed, stepping aside to let her lead the way back. “He’s lucky to have you, you know.”

Maeve paused for a brief moment, her back to them. “He’s lucky to have all of us,” she replied, not turning around as she walked back toward the hospital.

Party watched her go, a small, knowing smile on their lips. They followed her inside, the door closing behind them with a soft click, leaving the desert night in quiet solitude once more.

Maeve stepped back into the dimly lit hospital, the familiar smell of antiseptic and metal filling her senses. The quiet hum of the small generator powering the essentials buzzed in the background as she made her way through the makeshift corridors, her footsteps barely audible on the worn floor.

She approached the room where they had settled Jet, her heart pounding in a way she refused to acknowledge. As she reached the door, she paused, taking a deep breath and smoothing her expression into something more neutral, more controlled. She couldn’t afford to let anything slip.

Pushing the door open, Maeve found Jet lying on the cot, his head turned slightly toward the wall. The medical patch over his eye was stark against his pale skin, the only sign of the ordeal he’d just been through. Kobra Kid was sitting by his side, his hand resting on Jet’s arm, as if grounding him to reality.

Kobra looked up as Maeve entered, a mixture of relief and exhaustion on his face. “He’s stable,” Kobra said quietly, his voice tinged with gratitude. “Thanks to you.”

Maeve nodded once, her eyes briefly meeting Kobra’s before shifting to Jet. She moved closer, her practiced hands already checking his vitals, her touch gentle but efficient. “He’ll need to rest,” she said, her tone clinical, though there was a softness to it that hadn’t been there before. “No sudden movements, and keep him hydrated. The morphine will wear off soon.”

Kobra gave a slight nod, his eyes heavy with concern. “You think he’ll be okay?”

“He’s strong,” Maeve replied, her voice steady. “He’ll pull through.” She looked down at Jet, her expression softening ever so slightly, though she was careful to keep it in check.

As if sensing her presence, Jet stirred, his one good eye blinking open slowly. He seemed disoriented at first, but as his gaze settled on Maeve, a faint, tired smile curved his lips. “You still here, Doc?” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

Maeve’s lips twitched into the barest hint of a smile. “Someone has to make sure you don’t do anything stupid,” she said, her tone light but laced with a concern she tried to mask. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his wrist to check his pulse, though it lingered a moment longer than necessary.

Jet’s smile widened a fraction, a warmth in his gaze that made Maeve’s heart clench painfully in her chest. “Guess I’m lucky, then,” he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Kobra looked between them, sensing something unspoken but choosing not to comment. Instead, he stood up, stretching his stiff limbs. “I’ll let the others know he’s awake,” Kobra said, giving Maeve a small nod before heading out of the room, leaving them alone.

Maeve didn’t move, her hand still resting on Jet’s wrist. “You need to rest,” she said quietly, her voice betraying a touch of the worry she had been holding back.

“Only if you do too,” Jet replied, his good eye fixed on hers. There was something in his gaze, a depth that made her want to look away, but she couldn’t bring herself to.

“I’ll be fine,” Maeve said, her voice softening despite herself. “You’re the one who just lost an eye, remember?”

Jet chuckled weakly, the sound barely more than a breath. “Guess you’re right,” he murmured, his eyelids growing heavy again. “But… thanks, Maeve. For everything.”

She nodded, unable to find the words to respond. Instead, she gave his wrist a gentle squeeze before pulling away, forcing herself to step back. “Get some sleep, Jet,” she said, her voice regaining its usual firmness. “We’ll talk more when you’re stronger.”

Jet’s eyes fluttered closed, and Maeve watched as his breathing evened out, the tension slowly leaving his body. She stood there for a moment longer, her gaze lingering on him before she finally turned and left the room.

As she closed the door behind her, she leaned against it for a brief second, allowing herself to feel the weight of everything that had just happened. But only for a moment. Then, with a deep breath, she straightened up and walked away, her face once again an unreadable mask, burying everything deep down where no one could reach it…

[blackdragonturds]

Henlo guys!

Back at it with my bullshit

Your MK honey as foods part 2!

Reiko: Flaming hot Cheetos covered mozzarella sticks

Fujin: Chamomile tea with blueberries

Cetrion: Celery with peanut butter and raisins, (she's too mellow to get choccy chips)

Shinnok: Burnt jalapeno poppers with a side of blackened fries

Cyrax: Cheddarwurst weenies with extra mustard and thicc sesame seed bun

Cassie cage: Military rations but with Boba tea

Johnny cage: Charcuterie tray of apple slices, candied pecans, grapes and pretzel rods

Kobra: Reheated day old spaghetti

Thanks for reading. 🤭

[killjoynest]

🌎 OPERATION HOT CHIMP

For TOO LONG the DD fandom has been in shambles, ppl arguing spreading misinfo, straying from the original concept etc. Remember when we were supposed to make Nananana the most viewed video on Youtube, yea that didnt pan out did it.

Well I believe i have a solution....🤯🤯

July 26 is going to be a WORLD WIDE DANGER DAYS BLAST. We're going to post fics, hcs, art, cosplays, vids etc to show ppl that were back with a force. 💥🙌

Im setting some ground rules for this content and all DD content going forward. ive thought about them for a while and i think theyre fair. new rules for OPERATION HOT CHIMP are as follows,

🦍 No sayin you wanna fuck Tommy chow/lo mein, witch or that clown guy

🦍 Vayas not going to fuck you either so just let that one rest

🦍 OCs are fine but no more crossovers. i dont think sherlocks gonn show up in the zones to say "hmmmm i have a mystery for...............PARTY POISON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

🦍 OC names can only have 2 words, noone cares how many dracks Toxic Orgy Bomb Shit Chromatic Biscuits Pie has killed

🦍 Tbh OC names should be more original in general, theyve all got named like Titty Detonator, for exmaple mines called Ricky Bobby (my fav will ferell movie), its laid back, funny movie reference etc also hes a racecar driver like the real Ricky bobby

🦍 Dr. Death Defyings real name is not "Steve." Its charles

🦍 Power Pup is made from DOG FOOD not "grinded up exterminators"

🦍 No more sayin Kobra kid is 🇬🇧british. Tbh the royals probably died in the wars, and thats a huge part of the "Being british package"

🦍 If you write/draw stuff about the four you HAVE to include the girl. "i dont like her shes boring" idc, the girl is the center of dd, she keeps fun ghoul from doin stupid stuff like sticking his dick in the mailbox and yellin "FORGIVE THIS BITCH"

Rn ppl outside the dd fandom make fun of us, sayin "haha its the wierd sewer of the mcrmy."

Thats bc they see the DD fandom as 💥💥💣🤮🙄🙄😑😐💣 But with OPERATION HOT CHIMP, i know we can turn it into 💿💃🍡🦍👈⛽🍆🤯🛴💰🗿

Call it CODENAME GORILLA when your around non-DD ppl (normies). We're going to blow their minds with the biggest blast the MCRmy has ever seen🤯🤯 July 26, write it down 📝

No this is not a joke....someone needs to straighten things up around here....might as well be me🤌

As Ricky Bobby said shake....and BAKE🤛

that post was NOT an invitation to send this to me 😭😭😭 proud witchfucker wednesday poster... you want me to abandon british kobra kid? my beloved mutuals british kobra kid? you want me to stop misinfo posting oh this is so sick and twisted