#the little Kobra kid.. so silly

[blood-injections]

Mm thought of a funkobra au thats like. Kobra Kid secret identity. Kobra the killjoy goes by Demon Shark Deluxe or something still and is stoic and badass and a little bit scary and he doesnt talk at all and no one knows if its a choice or not. Meanwhile the Kobra Kid is the champion of the crash talk, a bit of a mystery since hes never taken off his helmet, but where Shark is all judgy silence and a penetrating stare, Kobra Kid is all clarm and boisterous laughter. Hes loud and goofy and confident and honestly? Annoying as all fuck. But that doesnt stop him from raking up a good fanbase.

And Ghouls his mechanic, or well, a mechanic in general at the crash track, but he and Kobra have a Thing, kind of flirting, mostly insulting, but they're friends, which means Ghoul has eternal dibs on fixing up Kobra's bike(Kobra's protective of her too, and Ghouls one of the few scarce joys he trusts with her repairs) Meanwhile Ghoul has no idea that this guy is secretly his silent crewmate leading a double life. So what if they literally carpool to the track together, Ghouls so busy in the pit amd watching Kobra he hardly keeps an eye out for Shark in the crowd, and hes too dull to realize that once they head in different direction, Kobra's going straight to his little trailer and bike in the back and getting ready for the race ahead.

Kobra has absolutely realized that Ghoul has no clue, and hes just fucking with him at this point. But not without maintaining secrecy, because he kind of likes the anonymity versus the image hes built. Also, Poison would freak out about how dangerous racing is. Also, after being mute for so long, the concept of revealing this part of him, the loud, confident part hes rediscovered- its terrifying. Because his brother doesn't know the Kobra Kid at all and his personality on the track is a complete 180 from his personality at home, from the silent bad-boy image hes built. Whats he supposed to say to Poison? Sike! I started talking again a few months back after years of being selectively mute, and now I've been leading a double life and I'm involved in a fairly deadly sport, sorry I didn't tell you?

Just the thought makes him want to shit himself.

Anyway at some point either he tells Ghoul or Ghoul finds out bc of something and just yeah the silly goobers.

[youmustfixyourheartt]

Oh my god it would be so silly if you talked more about danger days

its called danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys, implying the residents of the zones have dazzled up the killjoys and hailed them as martyrs of a revolution. they're the ideal, they Are what the zone rebels need to be. the album paints a very different picture. sure they start off as triumphant but party poison (whom i am assuming is narrating most likely due to context clues) is Unreliable as a narrator. of course they're going to paint the revolution as sucessful and wash away all the dark elements of it in the first two songs, but the weight of it slowly starts to set in on him as the killjoys are faced with more and more enemies and increasingly dangerous situations. its messy, its horrifying, and they're not that old. they're probably 19 or in their early 20s at most. they're fighting for something that seems impossible but nobody else is doing it so they have to start. i think party's initial spiral is brought on by losing kobra and jet star in the traffic report. There are four main killjoys plus the little girl. youve basically not only lost half of your team, but your closest friends and allies. youve just lost people who youve fought side by side with, spent sleepless nights with, comforted and cried with and you're barely an adult. you've just lost half of the only family you have. are you fucking kidding me? not so long ago they were singing about how nothing could kill them nothing could ever stop them, but now half of them are gone. the album is Very Much the True Lives of the fabulous killjoys, not the story that you would tell around the bonfire before heading off to fight dracs the next day, its the story of 4 kids and the little girl they're protecting trying to fight an impossible fight against a whole system that hates them and them dying in the process. dying isn't what made the killjoys great, it was how they lived.

[alritestoodeos]

Summoning the OG timeline characters (badly) Pt. 4

Our story begins with the kind and humble Havik, who sees a boy named Shujinko, who is training to be the very best, like no one ever was. Now, Havik resided in Chaosrealm, where the only rule was there were no rules, and he wanted to share this with young Shujinko. So he fucking jumps the kid and Shujinko fairs off against him. Then Havik, being the tweaker he is, is like “Good job bud your training is done. Then Shujinko is like “WTF DO YOU MEAN TRAINING IS DONE U TRIED KILLING ME BITCH” and Havik was like “Yea that’s the training lmfao” and Shujinko’s like “ohhh lmfao. So what’s good g?” and Havik is like “there’s some MCGA asswholes from Orderrealm who want to get rid of the  c h a o s . So I want you to kick they asses and put these silly little armbands on them that says they like chaos” and Shujinko’s like “lmao thats sum good shit. Brb,” and Shujinko leaves, and on his way back he talks to Havik and is like “my man Havik I did it. But why tf was they in a water temple?” and Havik is like “Water’s gucci af” and Shujinko’s like “oh ok lol can i have a key to get a Kamidogu now?” which is an ancient artifact the “elder gods” want him to get, and Havik’s like “oh shi tru here” and he gives shujinko the key. So Shujinko leaves and now Havik is alone again. Yep. All alone. Noothing to do in Chaosrealm except scream and do silly shit. Yep. Very fun. … … … “Oh shit wait I remember some dude telling me that if those Kamodo Dragon things merge together, Onaga the Dragon King will come back and rule over all the realms. Can’t have that. No sir. I hate rules” so Havik makes his way to Onaga’s temple and on the way finds a burned cripple and is like “dude tf are you good?” and he’s like “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-” and Havik’s like “sweet. So tell me about yourself Kabal” and Kabal’s like “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-” and Havik’s like “Oh shit he took your hookswords, too? Damn. Red Dragon ain got no chill. Say why dont you start the black dragon back up with you as the leader?” and Kabal is like “AAAAAAAAAAAAlright. Sounds sick” so Havik heals him up with his silly powers and now Kabal is better than ever, but Havik also had to make him criminally insane bc thats how Chaos magic works. So Kabal and Havik pull up in Earthrelam and they find this Afghani refugee and she’s also criminally inane, and Kabal and Havik are like “come with us” and she’s like “ok” and then they go to new york city and they find this maniac going around robbing and killing people with martial arts and fucking fire and they’re like “sick��� and they find him and he’s like “WHO DARES CHALLENGE THE GREAT POWERFUL KOBRA-” and Havik’s like “sick ok you wanna join us?” and Kobra’s like “ok”, and thus Black Dragon: The Squeakquel was formed. And Havik’s like “alr boys plan’s simple. Shujinko’s on his way to resurrect Onaga fsr and we don’t want that because he’ll make everything have rules and stuff. So what we’re gonna do is wait for the heroes of the realms to come by and help Shujinko bc he’s dumb as nuts and doesn’t know what he’s doing, we let everyone kick Onaga’s keester, and that’s when I go in, eat his heart, and we become ruler of the realms” and they’re like “k” and so they go, and sure enough, the heroes of the realms had defeated Onaga. But before Havik could get to Onaga, Nightwolf, one of the heroes, is like “we defeated Onaga, that’s crazy, woah! Let’s send him to Netherealm, the stupid ho!” and so he sends his soul to Netherrealm before Havik could get his heart. And then Havik isn’t really seen until the fight of Armageddon fighting Cyrax, and then he dies like pretty much everyone else.

[dioneabot]

constantly torn between dressing like ryan ross, a frat boy, a killjoy or 2005 mikey way

[reborn--maggot]

Killjoys headcanons from my friend who knows everything secondhand:

Fun Ghoul has 12 packs of fun dip (6 on each side) stapled inside their vest. These tear open at inopportune times and there is dust everywhere. Every time one breaks it is replaced. There are a bajillion staples at each spot. One time, a squirrel smelled the powder, climbed into xyr vest, and tried to tear them all open. This resulted in much screaming and scratches. Most likely found a palette at some point and is just drawing from that. Sometimes when it falls there's a concerning snap but it's just one of the candy sticks

Ghoul has a bottle opener that says "TEXAS" on xyr person at all times despite rarely using it as it is frequently forgotten within the pocket it lives in.

Ghoul has worn their silly little sweat band on their wrist for so long that they just have red and blue stained stripes underneath so it is simply. Never taken off.

Kobra has about a hundred tiny little holes in the back of his jacket that you can't see unless you look really hard because one time he dramatically threw himself back directly onto a cactus. Has never lived this down. Forever referred to as Kactus Kid. Occasionally finds spikes he didn't see the first time around when putting on his jacket.

Kobra has never and never will know when a pan is hot and must touch it to find out.

Kobra has a tiny plastic baby on a necklace that he does not tell anyone about.

Party Poison ONCE forgot to put socks in their boots when they went to bed and 34 baby scorpions were born in their shoe. They did not check before donning said scorpion-filled boot. Much screaming.

Party has fingerless gloves because they tried to catch a lizard and the lizard bit their finger through the glove and made holes in it and they just said "fuck it" and cut the fingers off. The lizard was caught again and named "Bloot."

Party also left a piece of candy in their pocket and it melted and got gross so they just cut the pocket off.

One time Jet got a bird stuck in his hair for like. 4 hours. But he didn't want to cut it out and couldn't see what was happening so he just kinda sat there and waited till someone helped him.

When Jet first got his space helmet he fell flat on his face while wearing it and almost broke his nose and the helmet in one fell (haha) swoop.

Jet once zip tied his shoe to his foot and it stayed there for a solid week cause he didn't want to hunt for new ones.

[raytoroapologist]

i wanna make a silly little kobra kid fancam so bad but i can't figure out what song to use does anyone have suggestions

[infectiouspiss]

i fucking love kobra kid i’m holding your hand and sprinting through the depths of my mind so i can show you all my silly little headcanons about this dead idiot

[graffitibible]

im not sure how well it comes across with how i write him but jet star will do literally anything to make the people he loves smile. the girl wants to wear his mask? he’ll give it to her without missing a beat because he knows her grin lights up his whole world. he caught the kobra kid eyeing that old-school radio transmitter in tommy chow mein’s for weeks but didn’t get it because he was clean out of carbons so jet buys it and hands it to him with zero fanfare just to see the kid’s deadpan veneer crack for a second and to see his smile brighten a little under the sun. whatever stupid, silly, expensive thing that might split party poison’s distant disposition into one of their megawatt grins or might tempt a smile, a real goddamn smile and not the fronting he sharpens his teeth on like a knife, out of fun ghoul, jet will do it with no hesitation and no warning and no questions asked.

jet star’s love isn’t something he puts into words because how do you put a thing like that into words? jet star’s love is a hand on your shoulder when you’re on the verge of falling apart and it’s him giving you a pack of bubblegum that he paid god knows how much for because he knows you’re sick of smoked bugs and dog food. his love is doing everything under his power to see his crew smile no matter how dark and dismal and relentless and impossible things get.

[rxn-awxy-wxth-me]

The Girl makes a request

Okay so I was meant to be writing a proper fic, but then I decided I hated it and wrote this instead! I was thinking about cacti in the zones and how The Girl would definitely get attached to them, then it kinda turned into this. Anyways, hope you enjoy :D

When The Girl approached Poison with her request, they were sat on a torn up booth seat with their legs propped up on the table, watching Jet steadily as he carved notches into the table opposite with a pocket knife.

Their attention was broken as she approached them and stood back a little from the booth, hands clasped tightly together as if trying to contain excitement or nerves, Poison wasn't sure which.

Catching her eye, they saw it was likely both. She seemed to be anticipating something, and clearly had something to ask them.

“Everythin' alright?” They asked evenly, prompting her to bounce on the balls of her feet and put her hands on the table.

“Can I give some water to the cactus out there?” The Girl pointed out of the diner window towards a rocky area next to the building, “S'just that it’s dyin’ and it looks really sad.”

Poison followed her gaze and looked out at the sandy rubble of what must once have been a wall. Small trees had attempted to grow there, but had become twisted and skeletal under the sun’s constant glare. Sure enough, there was a cactus there too, looking off-colour and distinctly sorry for itself.

They stared for a moment, before turning back to The Girl, ready with a firm but regretful No. The word died in their throat however, upon seeing her face.

Poison was always stringent with their supplies, especially water. The five of them could do without a lot of things, they knew, but if they ran out of water they'd be fucked. There was only so much they could carry around with them, and Poison knew it shouldn’t be wasted on anything that wasn’t their crew, even desperate-looking desert fauna.

Still, she was watching them with such a pleading look in her dark eyes, a small hopeful smile on her face at the thought of helping this feeble looking cactus.

Surely half a bottle’s worth wouldn’t do any harm? They could drink a little less themself to make up for it, Poison reasoned.

“I reckon,” They said, sitting up and swinging their legs back down onto the floor, “you can have half a bottle, but don’t go askin’ for no more, alright?” They raised their eyebrows in a mock warning.

The Girl smiled, nodding her head vigorously. She turned to go, but paused and looked back shyly.

“Will you come help me?” She asked.

Poison was silent for a moment, regarding her. It had taken The Girl the longest to trust them out of everyone, probably because they were often, as Ghoul so delicately put it, ‘a pissy motherfucker’. Besides, it’s not like they had ever really tried to properly engage with her, not like the others. She had kept her distance, and Poison was okay with that arrangement.

But now here she was, asking them to come help her.

“Sure thing” They replied.

It wasn’t like they had anything better to be doing, riding out the midday heat as they were.

The Girl grinned and started to lead the way towards the door. As Poison slid out of the booth and turned to follow her, they caught sight of Jet watching them, trying and failing not to smirk. They flipped him off, causing Jet to break into a grin.

Poison shook their head and continued on. Honestly, this is what they got for being nice?

The back of the Trans Am contained a small mountain of junk, supplies, and other random things the five of them had picked up. It was hard to protect your shit in the zones, and having so much useless stuff to dig through to get to anything of value was as good security as anything. Not that it had been intentional. Poison and The Girl dug through it all carefully, hunting for their stash of water.

“Here!” The Girl attempted to pull out the largest water container, which was thankfully still about three quarters full.

“Hmm, not that one,” Poison dug around next to it, “a bottle'll be easier... hah!” They held one up triumphantly.

“Okay,” They turned to the girl and handed her the bottle, “Now we can get this fucker watered, yeah?”

She nodded excitedly and they walked side by side towards the cactus stood in the dust by the diner’s dirty windows.

“D’you think waterin' it will mean it'll be better next time were here?” The Girl asked, glancing up at Poison.

Seeing the plant up close, Poison saw that when The Girl had said it was dying, she really meant it. Usually cacti like that would be a healthy green colour, but this one was so shrivelled that all they could see was it’s spikes. It was dull, sad looking, and definitely on death’s door. In fact, Poison wouldn’t be surprised if it was dead already, certainly wasn’t going to last much longer.

They weren't about to spoil it for The Girl though.

“S’hard to say, but it'd better not go dyin' on us after this.” They gave the cactus a glare, which made The Girl laugh. The sound surprised Poison, high-pitched and delighted, ringing like little bells. They hadn’t heard it very often, and they had never been the cause of it before.

It was then, as she knelt in the sand and poured half a bottle of their precious water around the base of the cactus, that they realised they were enjoying spending time with The Girl. She seemed to want their company too, it’s not like the others weren’t free to come help her, but she had asked them. Poison wasn’t sure how that made them feel.

The Girl capped the now half empty bottle, and stood up, “I’m gonna name it."

There was a long pause.

“Uhh, you thought of anythin’?” Poison prompted.

The Girl sighed, “Ain't very good at thinkin’ of names.”

They smiled to themself at the truth of that, she still had yet to decide on her own name. “What about... Spiky?”

“No."

“Spike?”

“No!”

“C'mon!” Poison waved their hands in exasperation, “What about Prickles?”

The Girl tilted her head in consideration, then nodded, “I like Prickles."

“Shiny."

And that was that. Poison was about to tell her they should go put the bottle away when they heard a familiar voice behind them. “I never thought I’d get to say this, but Poison? You're goin’ soft."

They spun around and there was Kobra, arms crossed, with a teasing grin on his face.

“Won’t look so soft if y’say that again, asshole," Poison threatened, though there was no force behind their words.

“Whatever you say, Pois,” Kobra said lightly. He looked at The Girl mischievously, and she beamed at him.

“Look, if I wanna water a cactus with the kid here, then that's what I’ll do,” Poison gestured towards The Girl standing beside them, then grinned themself, “and y'can’t say shit ‘bout bein’ soft, Kobes."

“Yeah yeah."

By the time they next came to crash at the diner, Poison had all but forgotten about the cactus. They had gotten there late into the night after driving for hours, and the darkness had obscured most of the surroundings from view.

And so it was morning when they were woken unceremoniously by The Girl. She was patting them on the shoulder, whispering urgently, “Y'have to come see!”

Poison would have been worried were it not for the elation in her voice. Quietly they groaned, “can’t it wait?”

“Pleeease?”

“Okay fine, but this'd better be good.”

So for the second time, The Girl led Poison out to the scrubby area where the cactus was growing. As soon as they saw what she wanted to show them, they remembered letting The Girl water it.

Where before it had seemed old and hunched, it now looked a little healthier. They could see green on its main body, and to Poison’s eyes it stood prouder, arms reaching up toward the morning pink of the sky.

“You were right, Prickles is better!” said The Girl.

Poison could hardly believe it. They had been sure the thing was going to wilt to nothing, but sure enough, here it was. Maybe all it had needed was that little helping hand, or maybe the Witch had taken pity on it. Either way, it had managed to stay alive.

“I just said it better not die," Poison corrected, “Maybe it heard me?”

“Mmm," hummed The Girl, fiddling with the zip of her jacket and watching the cactus in front of them, “Can we give it more water?”

“I think it’s doin’ okay on its own now kiddo,” Poison nudged her gently, “We gotta keep that water for us."

“But It’s a survivor, like we are, we gotta help it out.”

“Why?”

“’Cause then it might help us out when we need it."

Poison started to laugh, “What, a cactus?”

The Girl poked them and gave them her best glare, brow furrowed, “No! The desert."

As silly and fantastical as the notion was, Poison found themself liking the idea that the desert might look after them, if they looked after it. They liked it enough to agree to let The Girl water the cactus again anyway.

How did she keep managing to coax them into letting her do it?

They cared about her, and they wanted to see her happy,  that was why. So much of her life was filled with running and surviving and looking over her shoulder. She deserved to have some fun, to be a kid, to look after some random cactus in zone 5 if she wanted.

So they dug out some more water, and she watered it. Half a bottle, no more, no less.

The other three weren’t worried in the slightest about the misuse of water, it was Poison’s job to make sure they had enough, after all. They did enjoy calling them out about it though.

“Poison, lettin' The Girl water a cactus again? You feelin’ alright?” Ghoul was watching Poison from the passenger seat with an over-exaggerated look of surprised concern on his face.

They were cruising down some unnamed road, having left the diner a couple miles back. Poison could smell the sun-baked asphalt beneath them, and their hands felt warm on the hot steering wheel despite the fingerless gloves they wore.

“It was half a bottle Ghoul, it’s not like we were waterin’ every plant in the fuckin’ zone." Poison glanced at Ghoul, “why're you so surprised anyway?”

Ghoul scoffed and slapped a hand over his mouth. Glancing in the rear-view, Poison could see Jet and Kobra exchanging an amused glance over The Girl's head.

“S'just... not like you to use supplies when you don’t absolutely have to," Jet answered after a moment.

“Someone’s gotta make sure our food for the next week doesn’t get eaten in a day," Poison huffed, “lookin’ at you Kobra.”

“That was one time!” Kobra exclaimed, hitting his hand on the window ledge in indignation.

“S'gonna be worth it though, isn’t it?” The Girl piped up, “when Prickles is all healthy again?”

“’Course it is, it’ll be the tallest cactus in this desert," Poison declared.

Ghoul twisted in his seat to face The Girl, “Thanks to you our diner’s gonna look even fuckin’ cooler than before!” Her face lit up in pride as they bumped fists.

“Since when has it looked cool?” Jet teased, smile dancing across his features.

Ghoul shrugged, “Since we been usin' it ‘course.”

Poison was now only half listening to the conversation, thinking about what Mad Gear record they were going to ask Ghoul to put on.

“Just can’t believe you let her do it," Ghoul was saying to them, grinning, “but good for you Poison, you oughta have some fun."

“Who says I don’t have fun?” Poison asked under their breath, watching the road ahead.

Still, they were all happy giving water to the little desert plant was making The Girl happy. So after that second time Poison and The Girl did so, it simply became routine.

Each time they stopped off at the diner, to pick something up, or lay low for a while, Poison and The Girl would go check on ‘Prickles’. Every time they did, the cactus looked healthier. It started to grow too, which brought discussion of just how tall they could get it to grow.

“Tall as the diner?” The Girl asked one time, looking between the cactus and their hideout, trying to picture it that high.

“That'd be one tall-ass cactus, I don’t think they can get that big,” Poison said. “Though,” they reasoned, tilting their head, “it’s done the impossible before."

Although Poison would never admit it, The Girl wasn't the only one who had grown attached to the unlikely survivor. They found themself hoping it would be okay next time they saw it, not just for The Girl, but for the fucking cactus itself. Poison felt glad The Girl had saved it. It had lived, and was thriving, because of her kindness.

The cactus never did grow as tall as the diner, but it did grow to a good height. Poison had to admit Ghoul was right, the whole place did look somehow better with the cactus there. Or maybe Poison just associated it with The Girl and all the silly, and later heartfelt, conversations they had around it.

Every time they got caught in a sandstorm and survived unscathed, or realised they had ran out of water just as the heavens opened, Poison would remember The Girl’s words about the desert looking after those who look after it. They were never sure they believed it, but they were never quite sure they didn’t either.

Regardless, The Girl had helped them realise something. It felt good to maintain life in a desert that was so often having life taken from it. Not only in defiance of BL/ind, but because the desert was their home.

And maybe, just maybe, the desert would decide to repay their favour when they needed it most.

[always-and-forever-a-killjoy]

Part 2 of Semp’s Bad Fic About Cherri Cola

I’ve been really bored recently, since we’re all stuck inside, so more shitty killjoy-verse fic, here we come!

Title: Orange Soda

Wordcount: 1216

Warnings: a bit of blood and violence, not too graphic but there is a small fistfight.

Summary: Party Poison is a dick, gets their ass kicked for it, and finds out some things about Cherri Cola.

Taglist: @sleevesareforlosers @tasteofamnesia

AO3 Link

(Actual fic under the cut)

Party Poison glanced over from where they were draped over the (battered, old, and threatening to fall apart at any minute) sofa in the living room area of the radio station, a thought suddenly occurring to them. “Hey, Pepsi, why are you called Cherri Cola?”

“I thought I said not to call me Pepsi,” Cherri Cola called back from the kitchen area. He was making…tea, allegedly. It was probably an attempt to be hospitable, but his ‘tea’ was usually quite awful given that it was made of some sort of desert weed. Poison honestly had no idea how Dr. Death Defying put up with it all the time.

“Alright, no callin’ you Pepsi, Dr. Pepper.”

“That’s worse,” Cola sighed, setting the tea down on the crate that passed for a coffee table.

“Alright, Fanta.” They noted in a small corner of their mind that he looked upset, but they often teased their friends like this, so they brushed it off.

“No! Stop that!” Cola’s glare was surprisingly fierce for the gentle poet, but Party just grinned.

"Sure thing, Sprite!”

“Stop!”

“How about Root Bear?”

“No!”

“Cherri’s a little silly, orange soda.”

To their great surprise, that last one caused Cola to lunge for them, and they leapt up as he dove for them. “Shit!”

The two killjoys tussled across the floor, awful tea entirely forgotten as they fought, Cola quickly gaining the upper hand. Party Poison might have been the leader of an infamous killjoy crew, but they were built lean and wiry and not so good for hand-to-hand combat. Cherri Cola was strong, far stronger than his usual gentle demeanor would suggest, and it was only a matter of minutes before he had Poison pinned. Blood was already starting to leak from their nose, and they were starting to regret their decision to tease Cola as he practically growled at them.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.”

Party Poison might have been reckless, careless, and a bit of an asshole sometimes, but they knew when they had pushed too far, and (usually) incredibly gentle Cherri Cola tackling them definitely meant that. Most of the time, he was one of the most mild-mannered and kind people out here, but right now he looked like he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them.

So they put their hands up in surrender (although it was a fairly useless gesture, given their position on the floor) and offered their best apologetic look. “’M sorry, Cola.”

The fight sagged out of Cola’s shoulders, and he climbed off them, albeit without an apology, which was unusual for him. Poison wiped a bit of blood off their face as they watched Cola turn away, suddenly looking fragile despite the fact that he had been kicking their ass with little effort only a moment before.

“Cola? You good?”

“Fine.”

"You don’t sound fine.” Sometimes, being a stubborn asshole was a bad thing. Sometimes, it let them push through and get to the root of things. They tried to be a little more measured with their words this time, given that they didn’t feel like getting tackled to the ground for a second time today. “’M really sorry if I made you upset.”

“I’m a little bit touchy about my name.” The words were soft, almost unintelligible. “Being called Pepsi doesn’t really bother me like I say it does, but the rest…”

Poison hauled themself off the ground to stand next to Cola, trying to get a glimpse of his expression. “I didn’t know that, ‘m sorry.”

Cola turned to look at them for the first time since letting them off the ground. “You asked why I’m called Cherri Cola- my name is for my sister. Because she loved cherry sodas. Cherry-flavored anything, really.”

“You have a sister?” They were pretty sure their face looked as shocked as they felt.

“Had a sister.”

“Oh. Shit.”

“It’s been a long time,” Cola said quietly. “The last time I talked to her was when I was twelve years old. The last time I saw her was the Analog wars.”

They got the impression that there was more to the story, but even Poison knew when to back off. “I had no idea, Cola, shit, ‘m so sorry-“

“It’s not your fault. You just happened to tease me about the one thing I can’t stand.”

“Was still being an asshole about it.”

They didn’t want to know if the shine in Cherri’s eyes was from tears or not. “You thought you were just teasing. It’s okay.”

“Uh, you need a hug?”

“That would be nice,” Cola whispered, and Poison threw their arms around him, ignoring the faint ache of bruises that were already forming from their tussle.

“Really am sorry for that, Cola.” They hoped he could tell they were sincere.

“I promise, it’s okay. You didn’t know.” The words would be more reassuring if his voice didn’t shake so much.

“’M still going to feel bad about it.’

“And I already feel bad about tackling you, but we can’t undo our actions. We can just do better.” Cola gave Poison a concerned glance as he pulled away. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.”

“Bit of a bloody nose, but it’ll heal.”

Cola only looked more guilty at that, and he ended up giving Party Poison a cloth to hold to the bleeding as they headed back to the diner, although they refused any other help. They had deserved it, just a little. They could admit that at least.

-

They arrived back at the diner to find Kobra Kid and Fun Ghoul tinkering with something that looked explosive on the table, bent over it in intense concentration. Neither of them looked up at all as Party walked in the door, despite the noise of the rusty hinges.

“Hey, assholes.”

Ghoul glanced up and a brief expression of concern flitted across his face. “The fuck happened to you? You’ve got blood an’ bruises an’ shit everywhere.”

Poison reached up to find their nose was still fucking bleeding. “Got the shit beat out of me by Cola.”

“Cola? Really?” Kobra asked incredulously as Jet folded their arms in a protective stance, leaning against the doorframe of the hallway leading to the rest of the diner.

“Do I need to drive down to the station and have some words with him?” Their voice was calm, but Poison knew they wouldn’t hesitate to follow through with that if Poison asked them to.

“Nah, ‘s fine, I deserved it.”

“The fuck did you do to him?” Ghoul asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Cola give someone so much as a bruise.”

“I was bein’ an asshole. Wouldn’t stop calling him dumb nicknames.”

Jet frowned, clearly aware that wasn’t all of it, but they said nothing as Kobra returned to bending over the explosive and Ghoul looked Party up and down again. “Guess I won’t fuck with Cola then, if ‘e can kick your ass.”

“Don’t fuck with ‘im, and don’t call ‘im anything but Cola or Pepsi. Or Cherri, I guess. ‘e hates it.”

They hoped that would be a firm enough deterrent as they headed into the back of the diner, keeping the details of their conversation with Cola quiet. There were some things you didn’t share. Even Party knew that.

[blood-injections]

you should tell me about the band au i'm so fascinated by the band au

YES I SHOULDD I FINALLY HAVE WIFI BACK(hopefully it doesnt disconnect Again .its been a frustrating week) AND I CAN FINALLY BRAINROTPOST ABOUT IT OKAY SO

Where to start lets seee. This au is at the like. "Google docs loredump but ive been obsessed with it enough that ive been drawing and ive written a couple little silly but not quite significant bits" stage still lol. Theres funkobra and jetpoison but the funkobra is like SLOW slow burn theyre just weird gay besties that fuck around and make out sometimes but arent actually Together in any way so theres this horrible tension and theres bits of like. See kobras a little slut so hes being gay with sandman and show pony and even an oc that has his own band and so the funkobra is. They dont know why the tension is like that until like. The literal last chapter when they're . Ohhhh shit. We GAY gay. That makes sense. At least thats the plan. The jetpoison is a lot less slow lol they meet and are like ooh you pretty and yeah.

So the first like half of this au is set in the city and actually its less of a fab four band au and more just Kobra's rebellious punk phase au because its focused around him and the Band isnt all four of them together until like. Way on in the story. Poison is even a sort of antagonistic foil character until then too. Because hehe venom sibling angst and theres a few moments where its poison thats the catalyst of Kobra's like. Character growth via spite. Also this au is kobra kid 🤝 jet star being some badass motherfuckers like damn.

So they're in the city, Kobra's like seventeen, not Kobra yet, knows hes trans but not a word for it and isnt out to Poison but Poison Knows enough that hes like. 'Hey i know you dont like this' whe they have to dress to a code or something, and they cae up with a name he likes when he was like way younger bc he hated his deadname so hes already Koda. But hes never been like hey I'm a boy. Poisons a couple years older and works a lot because its just them so he has some office job he hates and the city is on his ass for crow training or something which. He really doesn't want. Because hes in no way loyal to bli hes risking a lot just by keeping himself and kobra off the pills and keeping bli from realizing that. He isnt thinking of being a rebel yet or getting kobra out like in most fics or headcanons no its kobra that ends up dragging poison out. Poisons super overprotective to the point of being a asshole about it because its just them and hes seen too much and knows that you cant get away with getting into trouble forever, and kobras always getting into trouble, and better living has a eye on him because hes autistic and also poisons like labelled as Kobra's caretaker by the city since its just them, and bli is also on poisons ass with that because they want kobra for some kind of test because hes aging out and wont be like a minor and they want to 'fix/cure' him. So poison worrys, poison babys him, because his only goal is to keep kobra safe however he can because hes fucking terrified that his little brother is going to be taken away and hes seen what people come back as when bli takes them to be 'fixed.'

And kobra gets this, he does, and he loves his brother, but he hates him, he hates it, he feels trapped and coddled and between poisons sternness and what the city wants with him and even the city regulations on how he as a female has to look, he feels he has no freedom or privacy and hes cooped up as all hell. So he gets into trouble. He sneaks out no matter how poison tries to keep him from it or ground him, he sneaks out and hides his hair and steals poisons clothes and goes and bes a boy where he can because to the city his days are numbered and hed rather risk it all to have a little fun every night and just be himself than live some boring lie like hes medicated and obedient like everyone else. He doesn't want to rot like that. Poison wants to keep him safe, wants to keep him alive, but Kobra wants to live. Because his mindset is a very reasonable one of 'whats the point of being alive if you're miserable,' but not in an 'i want to die because i am miserable' way but in an, 'out of pure fucking spite, i will change my circumstances, i will be what i want and i wont be miserable and maybe i will die trying but i will have died being happy' way. Because this kid is running on pure spite and rage and envy, of his brother, of friends, of killjoys, of martyrs. Hes angry about it all, Poison is just scared. UGH. me when the venom siblings. hghhdfjdjs.

So he sneaks out, stirs up trouble with street kids and droids and Show Pony, who legit sneaks into the city every so often just to cause chaos and stir up rebellion in the streets. This fic can pretty much be explained as: show pony is pete wentz and the battery city rebellion is the 2000s emo scene. They know everyone and they've got their claws in every little crevice. The suitehearts probably exist because of them, its their actions that domino to what ghouls doing when kobra meets him, and its how they meet that causes them to become friends and start a band, and it all traces back to Pony, its hilarious.

So he meets Ghoul and Sandman, because they're street gremlins together, and they jam a lot and basically play protest songs on the street with people watching out for crows in case they need to scatter and its just Sandmans bad singing and playing a diy guitar while Ghoul drums on some buckets, and sometimes Crab is there with an actual bass but he isn't that good lol. But its punk its to be expected. So he becomes friends with them and when they realize he can sing theyre like omg you should jam with us. And hes like ehhh but eventually does and realizes he loves it. And as time passes they all get more skilled and protest songs in the street turn into actual shows at underground clubs and like, these speakeasys that hide just under blis noses. And being a band is hand in hand with being a juvie halls because if bli was to catch them they'd be so fucked, so if you play music you might as well participate in all the other rebel stuff, and they do, kobra does, he becomes known and the makeshift band of fab four/suitehearts members before theyre the conventional weapons becomes known, he comes up with the name Kobra as a rebel name and hes surrounded by people that treat him like the boy he is.

Meanwhile his relationship with poison is getting more and more strained. Poison is getting desperate and starts trying to follow kobra when he sneaks out but kobras really good at losing him. When kobra is home hes hardly talking to poison anymore. Then some Shit comes. Poison finally manages to follow Kobra to his destination, and its on a night that the bands show is a big fucking dangerous distraction that they purposely gave bli a tip about. So bli storms the concert and the juvie rebellion uses the distraction to break recently caotured killjoy prisoners out of prison. Jet Star is among them.

So poison finds this concert, his quiet little sister up on stage, singing, with a buzzcut hes been hiding. And he storms throigh the pit to up to the front of the stage and kobra sees him and his singing falters and poisons pissed, he expects kobra to be pissed that hes here, but no, kobra looks fucking horribly terrifed at the sight of him and that makes poison falter in turn. And then better living fucking busts in, stun guns firing, and poisons in total shock and kobra grabs him and he ends up running from crows with the band until they get to the underground and its just. A mess. The killjoy prisoners arrive and this is like. Halfway or more through this story and the fab four are finally all in one place. And their band doesn't even exist yet.

Anyway poisons in on it all now and has whiplash and like, well kobras not stopping because his brother knows about the band or rellion or his being a boy, and actually poison sees the change kobra fucking made with that show and is sympathetic to the killjoys and oh that one is really pretty and so theyre terrified but actually pretty supportive of it all and so more time passes and kobra just starts. Dragging them along to practices and stuff. And they find themself learning bass and getting involved with the rebellion and then joining the band when they play and theyve just. Become party poison at some point. Jet star got back out to the desert before long but poison taked to them a bit and totally likes them. I havent planned what happens to make them finally leave the city, but poison, kobra and ghoul all leave to become killjoys, the band is just theirs now and they need a guitarist and like pony steps in sometimes and other friends but they don't have a permanent one. Poison reunites with Star and they vibe and shes hanging around a lot and just. Joins the band somehow. And they become the fab four and the conventional weapons and yeah. Thats the bones of it. Theres so much more and little things 💀 Oh and Ghoul and Jet are both spanish speakers and im rusty but its getting me learning and stuff again so im actually writing their spanish bits out and the venom sibs learning it and its honestly so fun. Star cursing out a exterminator in spanish is. Whew.

[enby-jetstar]

(header image courtesy of @ao3commentoftheday )

So it's Spotlight Saturday, and I thought I'd throw together a little rec list of some awesome Danger Days fics I've enjoyed! 😄

WIPs - fics which are currently being updated

SOME THINGS CALLED YOU by @iggyvoid - FunPoison. Lots of silly shenanigans, drama and pining, plus just the right amount of mystery! 👀

chaos is my middle name, baby! by @kkid-nothingg - JetPoison/FunKobra. Post-SING, lots of action and intrigue so far! ✨

Don't Stop if I Fall (and Don't Look Back) by @discocritic - Tons of drama and action! Lots and lots of angst.... 😭

Art & Gasoline by @itstocreateoritstodestroy - FunPoison. Drama! Mystery! Angst! A really great start to a fic, and I'm excited to see where it goes! ✌

Completed - fics which are marked as complete on Ao3

Clotho by @funghoulies - JetPoison (also technically Phoenix Witch/Party Poison). One-shot, a really nice look at the Killjoys' lives up until SING, with a supernatural twist! 💀

snake secrets by leradny - Kobra Kid meets the Phoenix Witch one night. 😱

Empty Wishes by Writing_Doodle - Fun Ghoul fights the Phoenix Witch in a 7/11. What more could you want?! 😈

Creators - authors who write a lot of quality content

blueberrywithtrexarms - a lot of JetPoison and StarPartyPony content! Sweet and sometimes sexy 😘

mellowyellow_mthrfckr - JetKobra and FunPoison! A good mixture of moods so far!! 💕

CallousHeartz - Primarily FunPoison, with some other ships/non-shippy content mixed in. Great characterizations I highly enjoy reading about! 💖

These are just some of the great fics out there. Definitely check 'em out if you haven't already!

Feel free to add your own fic recs, or give a shoutout to any other fandom creators! 😄

[vampire-himbos-of-santa-perdita]

the only mcr songs i’ve listed to r black parade and na na na na na but u make me wanna listen to them lol do u have any suggestions? what r ur favorite songs of theirs?

Oh boy. Alright. Ok. Everybody sit down, we’re about to have a masterclass in everything MCR.

The thing about My Chemical Romance is they’re a concept album band, which means each of their albums tell a story as a whole. For that reason, I can’t just recommend my personal favourite songs because they’re all part of a big whole. I’ll do my best to break them down in order of personal preference.

TL;DNR: For those of you who don’t have all day to scroll through full album analyses:

My Faves:

(Absolute all time faves are in bold; *** indicate I love these songs too much for my own good and I must be stopped.)

The Black Parade:

***Teenagers***

***Mama***

***Welcome to the Black Parade***

Famous Last Words

Cancer

Disenchanted

The end. / Dead! (you can’t really listen to one without the other)

Kill All Your Friends (TBP B-side)

Heaven Help Us (TBP B-side)

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge:

***Helena***

***I’m Not Ok (I Promise)***

Ghost of You

***Cemetery Drive***

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison

Thank You For the Venom

To the End

The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You

Hang Em High

I Never Told You What I Did for a Living

Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys:

***Planetary [Go!]***

***Na Na Na***

SING

Bulletproof Heart

The Only Hope For Me Is You

Party Poison

Vampire Money

Conventional Weapons:

***Tomorrow’s Money***

Boy Division

AMBULANCE

Kiss the Ring

Make Room!!!

Miscellaneous:

***Desolation Row***

Fake Your Death

Common People (BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge Pulp cover)

***Hazy Shade of Winter***

Happy Together*

*these last two are just Gerard Way covers, but considering they’re featuring Ray Toro, that’s half the band right there…

The Black Parade

Concept: A man known as The Patient dies and accounts his life and death, dealing with his struggles with war and disease, and his fears about where he’s going to go in the afterlife.

Track Listing:

The end.

Dead!

This is How I Disappear

Sharpest Lives

Welcome to the Black Parade

I Don’t Love You

House of Wolves

Cancer

Mama

Sleep

Teenagers

Disenchanted

Famous Last Words

Blood

The whole album is honestly so good. It’s worth a listen from start to finish at least once. I’ve got absolutely no bad things to say about the songs that aren’t my faves, as they’re equally as explosive as everything else. That said…

Personal Faves:

Mama

Teenagers

Cancer

Famous Last Words

Welcome to the Black Parade

Dead!

Disenchanted

If you want the stuff that’ll psych you up/empower you, go for Welcome to the Black Parade, Teenagers, Famous Last Words, Mama, and Dead. If you want some real sad shit, go for Cancer, Disenchanted, and I Don’t Love You. I have yet to find out how to not weep all the way through WttBP, Famous Last Words, or Cancer, so you have been warned.

Dip your Toe in the Water With…

Welcome to the Black Parade

Teenagers

Famous Last Words

Things to Keep in Mind

Mama’s got an extra special guest appearance by one Liza Minnelli, and oh man, is it absolutely worth checking out. Next to Welcome to the Black Parade, this one might just be the most theatrical song in the entire album??? Bold statement, but I like to call it the Bohemian Rhapsody of MCR. It’s SO. GOOD.

Blood is the hidden track at the end of the album. There’s about 2 minutes of silence in the original album before it starts. If you want the version without the false start, nab the version from The Black Parade is Dead live album.

If you’re madly in love with this album, you can find their Black Parade concert live in Mexico, The Black Parade is Dead for free on their youtube channel. Throw it up on your tv screen and it’s like you’re there in person.

B-Sides

Kill All Your Friends

Heaven Help Us

My Way Home is Through You

All the Black Parade B-sides are great, but Kill All Your Friends is the real standout (and has the biggest connection to Umbrella Academy, if that excites you reference-wise).

Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge

Concept: This is a bit of a split narrative, partially a loving tribute following Gerard and Mikey Way’s grandmother’s passing, and partially a revenge plot. The full plot Gee had in mind took a bit of a backseat after they shifted focus on the grief side of things, but the full original concept is worth the price of admission either way. The revenge plot follows a man who makes a deal with the devil to reunite with his lost lover, if he can collect 1,000 evil souls. He sets out on his murder quest and finally reunites with the woman he loves, only to find she never loved him. He vows to take her down with him, but discovers he’s the 1,000th soul.

Track Listing:

Helena

Give ‘Em Hell, Kid

To the End

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison

I’m Not Okay (I Promise)

The Ghost of You

The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You

Interlude

Thank You for the Venom

Hang 'Em High

It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish

Cemetery Drive

I Never Told You What I Do for a Living

This one is loud and dark, and fast as fuck. I use it almost exclusively as workout music because it will make you want to punch everything in the face. You wanna feel like you could take down all your enemies at once? Listen to this album. This one’s a lot easier to break down in terms of listening to songs here and there instead of all at once.

Personal Faves:

Cemetery Drive

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison

Thank You For the Venom

I’m Not Ok (I Promise)

Helena

Ghost of You

Some Underrated Gems:

The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You

To the End

Hang Em High

I Never Told You What I Did for a Living

Dip Your Toe in the Water With…

Helena

I’m Not Ok (I Promise)

Ghost of You

Things to Keep in Mind

Helena is essentially what got the band off the ground. The music video is really something and really set the tone for what early 2000s emo culture would become. If I didn’t love The Black Parade as much as I did, I’d recommend starting with Helena above everything else.

The Ghost of You music video is also a masterpiece. Gerard went to his director and asked for Saving Private Ryan, and that’s what he got! This video also happened to come out around the same time Green Day’s Wake Me Up When September Ends video came out and Gee was worried the anti-war rethorics in both would be too similar, but Billie Joe Armstrong sat him down and gave him a pep talk about how even though their concepts are similar, they’re always going to be coming at it in different ways. 

If you want to get a really solid insight into where the band came from, see the boys goofing off, and see how Gerard’s struggles with mental health and addiction drives so much of what he does, check out Life on the Murder Scene, also free on youtube. It also gives a brief sneaky peek about early days concepts for the Umbrella Academy comics!

Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys

Concept: In a post-apocalyptic California in 2019(!!!), four rebels who call themselves the Killjoys (Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid, and Jet-Star) set out to recover a young girl from the evil corporation, BL/ind. Their progress is narrated by Dr. Death Defy, a radio dj who maintains public morale in an otherwise gloomy new world where electricity is a rare commodity and people worship at the hands of Destroya, a giant dormant robot expected to deliver everyone from evil.

Track Listing:

Look Alive, Sunshine

Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

Bulletproof Heart

SING

Planetary (GO!)

The Only Hope For Me Is You

Jet-Star And The Kobra Kid/Traffic Report

Party Poison

Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W

Summertime

DESTROYA

The Kids From Yesterday

Goodnite, Dr. Death

Vampire Money

This album is radically different than the others in that it’s much mellower. The songs are interspersed with narrative interludes by Dr. Death Defy to better explain the storyline. Danger Days came after one scrapped compilation album (which I’ll get to soon enough…) At this point, Gee’s comic career had started to take off with Umbrella Academy, and things had started to naturally wind down with the band. Gee’s mindspace was clearly in comic-mode, and he upcycled a comic book idea he had kicking around with a comic writer friend of his, Shaun Simon for the new album. After the band’s breakup, Gerard took whatever concepts they couldn’t realize through the lyrics and music videos back to Shaun Simon to make a Killjoys comic. Much of the concept backstory explained above is pulled from this.

Personal Faves:

Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

Bulletproof Heart

SING

Planetary [GO!]

The Only Hope For Me Is You

Party Poison

Vampire Money

This is the album where I tend to get bored halfway through and switch over to The Black Parade (whoops…) But it is 100% worth listening to it from start to finish, again, at least once, if anything, because Destroya and Vampire Money are something else… Bulletproof Heart, SING, and The Only Hope for Me Is You are, at least in my opinion, the standouts of the more mellow songs. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W, Summertime, and The Kids From Yesterday are also super mellow if you’re into the vibe of the previous three and want more of that. 

Planetary Go! is… possibly one of my favourite MCR songs of all time??? (Considering how much I love The Black Parade, that’s a pretty bold statement). It’s the only dance track they ever made, and is it ever a Bop. This is one of my go-to’s when I just need to take a break from whatever’s stressing me out and have a silly little dance party. 

Dip Your Toe in the Water With:

Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

SING

Planetary [Go!]

The Only Hope for me is You

Bulletproof Heart

Things to Keep In Mind:

Danger Days is an incredibly visual album! You really need the music videos to get the whole story. Na Na Na and SING tell the whole story pretty succinctly.

If you’re really feeling that cliffhanger from the end of the SING music video, check out the Killjoys comics. It’s a single volume under the same name as the album, following The Girl a few years after the music videos’ timeline.

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W was inspired by Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds by the Beatles, which really speaks to the overall vibe of the song.

Something I literally just discovered now, looking up the album, there’s an EP of basically fight scene tracks off a special edition of Danger Days called The Mad Gear and Missile Kid. I’ve not listened to them yet, but from the looks of things, it’s got a pure punk rock vibe and they’re apparently what the band imagined the killjoys listened to on the road.

Fun trivia that I personally get a kick out of: Vampire Money was written out of spite after Gerard refused to contribute a song to the New Moon soundtrack for Twilight (Stephenie Meyer was a huge MCR fan and approached them numerous times to get involved in the films). 

Conventional Weapons

Here it is! The scrapped compilation album! These songs were written pre-Danger Days and were presented at a concert in Japan, at which point, Gerard realized it wasn’t the sound they were after and it was promptly nixed. It’s a real shame, because there are some jams up in here, but at least they (or their record label, I can’t remember which at this point) eventually did decide to release the full “album” in 5 two-single EPs at a time.

Number One:

Boy Division

Tomorrow’s Money

Number Two:

AMBULANCE

Gun.

Number Three:

The World is Ugly

The Light Behind Your Eyes

Number Four:

Kiss the Ring

Make Room!!!

Number Five:

Surrender the Night

Burn Bright

Personal Faves:

Tomorrow’s Money

Boy Division

AMBULANCE

Kiss the Ring

Make Room!!!

Things to Keep in Mind:

I often like to give a shout out to AMBULANCE and Kiss the Ring for having opening chords that sound exactly like they’ve come straight off a Queen and Green Day album respectively.

See Tomorrow’s Money for the spectacular way they rhyme “vampire/empire/brush fire/tap wire” all in one verse.

See also Gun. for the far sillier way they rhyme “gun/sun/fun/run”. 

You can tell with some of these songs that there was the stirrings of Danger Days in here. Make Room!!! is the most obvious, with the same mantra of “everybody wants to change the world” from Na Na Na making an appearance toward the end.

I think in some iteration between Conventional Weapons and Danger Days, there were some songs that did make it to the Danger Days album that were called something else. Party Poison, for example, had originally been Death Before Disco.

Covers

My Chemical Romance, in one form or another, have done some spectacular covers over the years. I’m including the Umbrella Academy covers Gerard did with Ray because that’s basically half the band right there.

Desolation Row (Watchmen soundtrack)

Hazy Shade of Winter (Umbrella Academy)

Happy Together (Umbrella Academy)

Common People (BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge)

Under Pressure (ft. The Used)

Those are the ones I’m aware of. If there are more good-quality covers I’m missing, please, send them my way– I would love that!

I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

Ok, look, I’m gonna upset some people by having this on the bottom of my list. I’m sorry, I feel bad about it, but the fact of the matter is, I’m only now getting into their earliest stuff. Bullets is a bit of an acquired taste because it’s incredibly raw both sound-wise and in terms of content. They recorded it before they had the resources to really put out a crisp sounding album, and they were still learning about how to construct songs, but there’s still a lot of beauty in that that I know plenty people appreciate far more than I do. MCR wouldn’t have gained an underground following without this album, after all!

I have exactly zero stakes in this album, so I’m sure someone else out there has a better grasp of this one than I do.

Concept: I know very little about what’s going on in this album, aside from the fact that Gerard was driven to create the band after being in New York, watching the Twin Towers fall during 9/11. A bunch of his more end of the world storylines from many of his works (including Umbrella Academy) are inspired by 9/11. This is a prevalent thread throughout the album, though I’m not familiar with the how beyond Skylines and Turnstiles.

Track Listing:

Romance

Honey, This Mirror Isn’t Big Enough for the Two of Us

Vampires Will Never Hurt You

Drowning Lessons

Our Lady of Sorrows

Headfirst for Halos

Skylines and Turnstiles

Early Sunsets Over Monroeville

This Is the Best Day Ever

Cubicles

Demolition Lovers

Personal Faves:

Headfirst for Halos

Honey, This Mirror isn’t Big Enough for the Two of Us

Vampires Will Never Hurt You

Our Lady of Sorrows

I’m playing fast and loose with my faves here. I’ve only heard these songs a handful of times, but they’re the ones I’m inclined to at least listen to for the guitar work, which at times, is quite fantastic. I will say though, from what I’ve seen of the lyrics, there’s some stellar stuff in here I hope to properly get into some time soon.

All the guys are still plugging away and releasing music either in their own bands (most recently, Frank Iero andthe Patience and Mikey Way’s band, Electric Century) or solo (in the case of Gerard Way and Ray Toro). I wish I was more well-versed in their goings-ons, but I’ve not been following their musical careers beyond Gerard’s (come back and talk to me if you want to get into his Hesitant Alien solo album and his more recent releases).

And that is your crash course in all things MCR.

[ofkorse]

THE GIRL REALISES SHES GAY

OKAY this doesnt QUITE match the prompt but it is Gay

kobra is the first to know. he’ll be the easiest, the girl thinks. he won’t need words or explanations or drawn-out discussions. hell, she probably won’t even need to say the words out loud.

she’ll have to eventually. but not with kobra.

so she doodles a few more rainbows than usual, leaving them out where she’s sure he’ll see. she makes it a little more obvious when she stares at hot chimp. (she’s probably always been obvious, but she stops trying to hide it. it’s scary, but if she’s doing this, she has to start getting used to it.)

after the sun sets, when jet has gone into the diner and poison and ghoul have fallen asleep on each other’s shoulders, the words fall out. 

“what’s it like to be in love?” she asks.

kobra glances over at her. the fire casts his face in a warm orange glow. “you’re asking me?” he says. she nods. 

kobra studies the flames, crackling and spitting out sparks toward the sky. “depends,” he says. “there isn’t one way to describe it. i think it’s different every time, with every person.”

“hm.” the girl’s hands are clasped tight in her lap. she opens her mouth, choosing her next words very carefully. “i want it to be good,” she says. “y’know. someday. i want her to be perfect, whoever she is.”

kobra nods. the girls lungs ache with the breath she still hasn’t released.

“i’m sure she will be,” he says, and suddenly, she can breathe again.

***

ghoul is next. he won’t be as casual about it as kobra, but he definitely won’t get sentimental about it. the girl thinks not, at least. you can never say anything for sure, with ghoul.

she’s sitting on the hood of the trans am, watching him take a blaster apart. his sweaty hair is tucked back behind his ears, but he keeps having to brush it back when it inevitably falls in his face. he’s been working for maybe twenty minutes now. the girl probably shouldn’t interrupt, but the impulse seizes her out of nowhere, and she says, “ghoul?”

“mm?” he asks, not looking up from the half-assembled gun.

“i like girls,” the girl blurts out.

“yeah, i kinda figured you might,” ghoul says absentmindedly. he keeps fiddling with the pieces. for a second, the girl thinks that’s all he’s going to say. then he looks up at her, brushing a lock of hair out of his face. “anybody who breaks your heart is getting their ass kicked,” he says. “i don’t care if it’s a girl.”

the girl smiles. “yeah, by me.”

ghoul grins right back at her. “that’s for damn sure. y’know we love you, kid, yeah?”

“‘course,” she says, rolling her eyes. she’s questioned a lot of things in her life, but never that. “just… don’t tell the others yet. okay?”

he gives her a two-finger salute, and goes back to his work.

***

jet is… a problem. the girl keeps quiet around him for weeks. it’s so hard - if she slips up even slightly, it’s all going to come tumbling out, but she can’t just ignore him. 

that’s exactly what she ends up doing. inadvertently, of course, but it bites her in the end just the same.

“hey, kid,” jet says, sliding into the booth next to her. “can i talk to you for a minute?” 

the girl sets her crayons down, her heart thudding in her chest. she’s been dreading this. jet’s better at handling emotions better than anybody else in their shitshow of a crew, and there was no way he was going to let her keep acting this dodgy.

“you’ve been pretty down in the dumps lately, huh?” he asks. 

the girl nods slowly.

jet nods. “i thought so. what’s buggin’ you, pup? was it the firefight last week?”

the girl shakes her head firmly. “it’s not you,” she says. that’s the most important thing he has to know. “i’ve just been thinking.”

“i’ve done my fair share of that,” jet says with a small smile. “you want to tell me what’s up?”

the girl picks up one of her crayons again, dragging it against the paper. she does want to tell him. she’s wanted to for a long time. she just…. doesn’t know how. she doesn’t want it to be a huge production or anything. she doesn’t want them to see her any differently. the thought of anyone giving her a huge speech about it makes her skin crawl; she’d rather they just accept it and move on. the only reason she’s planning on saying anything is because she’s tired of keeping it secret.

“did something happen?” jet says gently.

“no,” the girl murmurs. “it’s just…” she stops drawing and looks up at him. 

“you know how ghoul just likes boys?” she says. she can’t manage to raise her voice above a whisper. jet looks a little surprised, but he nods. “i think i might be… like him. but with girls. i mean, i don’t think i am, i know i am. but, yeah.”

jet leans over and wraps an arm around her. “well, that explains a lot,” he says, squeezing her shoulder to his. “i’m glad you told me. do the others know?”

the girl nods. “ghoul and kobra do.”

“but poison doesn’t?”

“i’m… waiting on him,” the girl says with a grimace.

jet laughs. “yeah, i get that. i won’t say anything, don’t worry. but you know he adores you, right?”

the girl nods.

“we all do,” jet continues, squeezing her again. “it doesn’t matter if you like girls or boys or anything in between. you’re always gonna be our little motorbaby, and nothing’s ever gonna change that.”

the girl wants to give him a little push, tell him to stop being all mushy, but her throat is getting alarmingly choked up. before she knows it, tears spill over her lashes, and she finds herself burying her face in his shoulder. “it’s okay,” jet says gently. “i know it’s hard. but we love you, kiddo. i love you.”

the girl had thought she didn’t want anyone to acknowledge the weight of it, but maybe that’s exactly what she needs. 

***

party poison.

this is going to be interesting.

the girl steps into the room and lifts her chin. “poison?” she asks. 

poison looks up from the cans of power pup he’s stacking. “what’s up, buttercup?” 

she steels herself. like ripping off a bandaid; it’s best to keep it short and sweet.

“i’m gay,” she says, and it feels like slamming a ten pound weight against a gong as hard as she can. the force of it reverberates through her chest, and even after she’s caught her breath, it leaves her feeling unsteady.

“what? no way!” poison says, delighted. he drops the cans at once and runs over to scoop her up and spin her around in a circle. “when’d you figure that one out, baby?”

the girl lets out a shaky giggle. “a couple years ago, maybe?”

“whaaat? two whole years? that’s too fuckin’ long to sit on somethin’ like that, jeez. what took you so long?” poison plants a kiss on her cheek. the girl laughs and wiggles out of his grip. now that she’s said it, it does feel silly, like there was never anything to be afraid of. just shadows on the wall.

“i was just scared,” she says with a shrug. 

poison gives her a look like she’s crazy. “scared of what? like i’m about to disapprove?”

the girl shrugs again. “just the change, i guess. but i think i’m ready for it now.”

“good. i don’t give two shits who you bring home, as long as they’re not a drac,” poison says cheerfully. “so don’t do that. but girls are great! and whoever ends up on your arm is gonna be the luckiest crash queen in the whole desert, that’s for sure.”

no, the girl thinks as she beams at him. that title is hers, and it always will be.

[koburakodomo]

GOSSIP!!! who are ya tumbled for Kobra?? give us a clue!

He shakes his head so hard that his sunglasses almost come flying off. He’s not about to spill these beans, no way. It’s private! The Kobra Kid’s silly little crushes are a topic that will stay between him and the rest of the Four, thank you very much.

[rnpnet]

Welcome, Roadrunners!

Roadrunner Noise Project is a net for content creators and fans of the Danger Days universe. But you probably already knew that! We’re going to keep this intro as short as possible, but it also works as a quick ref for the future!

Members, Rules, Blacklist, Chat Info, Links, and Next Steps after the readmore! To anyone on mobile: we are so sorry.

Here’s the first wave of members! Welcome! If you have multiple blogs/run a sideblog, we’ve listed you from your danger days blog, unless @ mentioning you wasn’t working.

mods: @mgmks @kobraclean @showbrony

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You knew this was coming.

1. Be kind. It’s punk rock. 2. If you have a problem, talk to a mod. Let the Disc Horse sleep, he is tired. 3. Zero tolerance for bigotry. Racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, abelism, terfs, swerfs, incest, pedophilia, et al., are not welcome here and never will be. Punch your local fascist. 4. You aren’t obligated to follow everyone, only the net blog. However, you’re all cool cats. Support each other! 5. Check out the blacklist, and use it.

Here’s a list of everything our members need blacklisted. It may seem large, but a lot of them are generally good practice to be tagging regardless. Remember, even if it seems silly to you, something small can go a long way to ruin someone’s day. Please make a point to use the blacklist, especially when tagging the net in posts.

This list is available on the blog in a definitely more readable way at /tags, or the blacklist link in the sidebar, and will be updated as needed.

Members should always feel free to hit up a mod if they need something added to the list, or need clarification on a tag.

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After a lot of thinking, we’ve decided Discord will probably be the best host for our group chat. We know that it wasn’t everyone’s first choice, but it’s a kickass application for both desktop and mobile and runs smoother and lighter than skype with a boatload more features.

If it becomes an issue for people, martyr mod Dave @kobraclean is volunteering to mod the hell app that is skype. We agree with whomever it was that plead with us near tears to not use kik, but that’s an option too. We’ll see how it goes!

If you have any issues downloading Discord, hit us up and we’ll try and help you out. Send us your handle if you haven’t already!

Check out some of the blogs links and get familiar! Sorry to say the best experience is off-mobile.

📬 Ask & FAQ ⚠️ About & Rules 🚫 Blacklist 🌵 Divisions 👥 Members Page 📥 Submit 📁 Archive

1. Intro Posts! 🤘

Make a short post introducing yourself to the net, if you feel comfortable doing so. I really recommend it, though!  Here’s some stuff you can and should add:

🔸 Name / Pronouns 🔸 A little about you 🔸 What you like about / do in the fandom 🔸 A pic for the member page, if you’d like! They’re currently your icons. 🔸 Have a main / sideblog / artblog / askblog / etc you want to link? Do it! 🔸 Tag with #rnpnet and #rnpnetintro !

2. Contact Info 📝

If you haven’t already, send us your usernames for the group chat and we’ll start adding people. Again, the main chat and channels will be on Discord, so download that if you want to be a part of it!

3. Send Corrections 📌

If you notice something is misspelled / wrong / missing, you want certain info removed from the page, you find an issue with the blog, or just want to berate someone, yell at Nate @showbrony and he’ll get on it asap

4. Roadrunner Divisions 🌎

Once the dust has settled and we’ve got adding everyone to the main chat out of the way, we’ll be rolling out chat divisions, which will be some rad fun time and a cool way of organizing into smaller, more manageable chats.