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kara killjoys national anthem im free on thursday night and would like to hang out. please respond and hang out with me on thursday night when i am free
[image 1 id: drawing of kara from killjoys national anthem putting on her jacket. Kara is a light skinned woman with white hair that goes down to her shoulders. She is wearing a white tank top, short shiny black skirt, and a bright red jacket. She is looking to the side and pouting and she is wearing bright light blue lipstick. The background is off white with National Anthem written in white behind her. end id]
[image 2 id: drawing of kara wearing the same clothes as the last image but without the red jacket holding a red raygun with both hands, which are tied together by a grey handcuff. She is half crouching and ready to fire. The background is pale lime green end id]
Entirely seperate people, who look nothing like each other, who just happen to have the same name, run the same businesses, and wear the same clothes on the same days, spitefully ignoring the other’s presence— they’ve only met once, and it went badly.
Kobra wears his sunglasses inside a lot. It's part because he doesn't want people pointing out that he looks like a sleep-deprived racoon, part because he likes taking random naps in the middle of the day when nothing's going in and part because it allows him to see Ghoul or The Girl trying to sneak up on him without him noticing.
Kobra is hard to sneak up on, but one time Ghoul managed to come up behind him without him seeing them and they got punched so hard they were passed out until the next day. Kobra apologised and Ghoul assured him they weren't upset with him, but maybe don't try to sneak up on Kobra unless you're sure he knows you are trying to
-Have you made art or cosplayed as this character?
-Do you have other killjoy-related art/writing/whatever else you want to share?
-Well, do you want to be a part of a killjoy-themed fanzine?
I know of at least one killjoy zine done before, but it wasn't focuses on original characters. I want to create a zine filled with photographs, art, and writing focused entirely on original characters. I want to showcase what we are as killjoys, and how we transcend the original source material.
I'm especially looking for cosplay photos, but amything killjoy and zones related could be included, all you have to do is ask.
This is in the early stages of creation, of course, so I don't know all the logistics of this thing yet, but I want to provide a free copy of the finished zine to everyone who submits.
If you're interested, please message me so I can at least write down your url for future consideration, and reblog to spread the message!
I have a vision here, but I can only complete it with the help of the whole fandom
Ooo what’s this? A double prompt? Damn right it is. Day 5 + 6, Beads, Carbons. @killjoynest come get your womans.
Newsie is exhausted. She’s just gotten back to the station after a run to zone 1. It had taken longer than expected because apparently someone had lost a dog and Newsie stopped o help find the poor thing. She, the owner, and about five more ‘joys found her under a rock near the picket fence, and the owner was adamant about paying them. The five other ‘joys had left before he could pay them, and he practically shoved the carbons into Newsie’s pocket. But, that was five more carbons to put towards Chimp’s anniversary present. They had been together for three years, and Newsie wanted to do something extra special. Chimp’s beads had broken a few weeks ago in the last clap they were in, and it was gravity- she was still upset about losing them. So, Newsie was planning on making her a new strand. She had been saving carbons anyways, and with these five, her savings totaled about twenty-seven carbons- more than enough. Opening the top drawer of her desk, she deposits the extra currency and closes the drawer just before Chimp knocks on the doorframe, a big smile on her face.
“What’s cookin’, good-lookin’?” she greets, walking in and putting an arm around Newsie.
“Oh, just cleanin’ up a little bit- an extra lil anniversary present. Me to you.” Newsie leans up and places a kiss onto her girlfriend’s cheek.
“Aww, thanks! How’d the run go- I know something happened, and I want to know all about it.” Chimp sits down on the desk in front of Newsie.
“Well, someone lost their dog, so me and a few others went lookin form ‘em, Chimp he was so cute, you would’ve just died on the spot.” Newsie stands up from the chair and walks over to the vinyl cabinet they had and picks out one of the few unscratched ones to play. As the first few notes play out of the turn-table speakers, Newsie turns back to look at Chimp, waggling her eyebrows, “You wanna dance?”
“Oh my witch- you know I can’t stand Mad Gear songs,” Chimp says, crossing her arms and staying on her stop on the desk.
“But Chich- it’s f. t. whole wide world- you gotta.” Newsie walks over to her and drags her off the desk, much to Chimp’s protest.
“Alright, one song.” Chimp caves in, and Newsie grins at her, snd they both ‘dance’- in all honesty, it was really just jumping around and laughing more than anything- and they’re exhausted by the time the song ends. Newsie collapses, out of breath, against a wall, tugging Chimp down next to her.
“I love ya, goofball,” Newsie says, taking Chimp’s hand in her’s.
“I love you, too,” Chimp smiles back.
***
“Chimp- I’m going to the market to sell this shirt, you need anything?” Newsie calls out to her girlfriend, who shouts, ‘Nah, have fun,’ before Newsie leaves, speeding off to the killjoy hotspot in 2. She’s set up a sale of some old merch from a pre-wars band, there wasn’t a band name on it- but the ritalin rat who was buying it must have recognized the heart-shaped grenade. She pulls up to the market, and the dude ran up with a big smile on his face. She couldn’t help but smile back. She loved this part of the zones- finding things that make people happy- she liked happiness. There was a low supply of that out here. She grabs the old shirt and gets out of the car to greet them.
“Hey there! You here for the shirt?” Newsie asks, holding it up a little bit. The other nods excitedly.
“Witch, please be the right shirt. May I?” they ask holding out a hand, and Newsie trusts them. She hands it over, and they unfold it and gasp. “This is- holy shit, thank you so much- he’s gonna be so happy!”
“Wait, he? You’re not keeping it?” Newsie asks, confused.
“Yeah, I’m giving it to my boyfriend- he was one of the last people to see them live- Green Day- back in 2013 actually. He’s gonna be so happy. It took a while, but I finally got the six carbons- they’re here somewhere.” they tear up, and then they start patting down their pockets, looking for them.
“You know what- you can have it. No carbons needed. It’s just a shirt to me, but it seems to mean a lot more to you, so you can have it.” Newsie says, holding up her hand.
They look back at her, gaping, “Are- are you sure? I mean this is a pre-wa-”
“I’m sure- and if you start crying I’m gonna start crying, too. Witch guide you and your boyfriend, dude.” Newsie says, and they smile, thanking her one last time before leaving. Newsie smiles to herself. She had enough carbons, she didn’t need theirs. She walks into the market and scours the stands and sellers for string, beads, and paints, and she finds all three with eleven carbons to spare. She decides to buy a few cans of Batt Food for dinner that night, and she gets back into the car and speeds back to the station. She hides the string, beads, paint, and Batt Food before telling Chimp what happened, then says that she’s ‘gonna take a nap.’ but Newsie is actually planning on making some progress on Chimp’s new bead strand. And make progress she does. Newsie’s a quarter of the way done before she tucks it away.
***
The next chance she gets to work on the beads is the next day- Chimp goes to ‘get gas for the car’ and Newsie practically finishes by the time Chimp gets back. Their anniversary is two days away, and Newsie is really excited to show her.
***
The days pass by in a blur, and the next thing Newsie knows, she and Chimp are out on a blanket drive to the Witch’s garden for dinner. As they pull up, Newsie gets out and lays a blanket over the roof of the car, and she helps Chimp up. Once they get settled, Chimp squeals in delight when Newsie produces the three cans of Batt food she’d gotten, and Chimp presents two cans of her own.
“Was that what you were doing that day in the market?” Chimp asks, her eyes sparkling with laughter.
“Well, part of it at least- Happy anniversary, Chi-chi.” Newsie puls out a small box and hands it to her, smiling.
Chimp gives her a ‘What did you do’ look before opening the box, her eyes lighting up when she sees what’s inside, “Oh, Newsie, you didn’t-” she takes the beads out and holds them in her hand, Newsie can see the tears forming in her eyes.
“Of course I did, I love you,” Newsie says, wrapping an arm around Chimp’s shoulder and kissing her forehead.
“I don’t deserve you.” Chimp says, her eyes are closed and she’s closed her hands around the strand of beads.
“Oh shush, I love you, and that’s the end of it,” Newsie says, and Chimp smiles.
Cherri Cola loves the Fabulous Four. It’s a truth of the Zones, something evident to anyone who hears how he talks about them. Something that everyone knows- well, everyone who it matters to. Because even if Party Poison pretended not to like him, and even if Fun Ghoul and Kobra Kid wouldn’t hesitate to prank him, he never hesitated to say how much he cared. Not all of them would say it back, not with words anyways. But Cherri would know what they meant.
Cherri Cola loves the Fabulous Four. They knew it, and he knew it, and so did anyone with half a brain. He would give anything for the people he loved, and the Zones saw many quiet demonstrations of that. From taking a ray gun shot for them to standing by their side when one of the others was injured to whispering his broadcasts into the beat-up old radio and giving them a spark of hope to get through the night, it’s easy to tell he would do anything for them. (He would have gone into the city with them that fateful day, if they had asked. Hell, he would have gone instead of them. But they would never ask Cherri to die for them, and Cherri would regret not going for the rest of his life.)
Day four: Mailbox.
So, here are some letters that I thought would be cute, @killjoynest here it is <3
Dear Light,
I did what you asked. I held onto your mask, and I put your bandana in in its place I hope it works the same. I hope your soul is resting. I hope she came by and picked you up. I also put the drac masks in- I know you would've done the same thing. Static's birthday is in a few weeks, and he's gonna be out here, so I'll give it to him for you, as a present. I hope the witch treats you well, and I hope she'll guide your little sister when she comes out.
I love you,
Aggie.
Dear Light,
I just got back from picking up Static. He was so happy to get your mask, but he was sad that he could thank you himself- and I figured that this was the next best thing. He really appreciates what you did for me, and I think he would have loved you as his sister. I'm hiding out with him in our old house, I'm training him before we get out there- the stupid motherfucker is wearing all black. Top left, your mask is the only color on him. I would be surprised if he gets dried out before his first week. Mama left some tamales for you and the witch on the back porch- tell her to share.
Love,
Aggie.
Dear Light,
Great news!!! I got a radio call from Jaxon Reaction- that wave head in 1, and ae said that someone picked up a batt rat, not even a day old, and that they looked like you. I thought, surely it couldn't be her- and I was right. It wasn't her. It was him. Your little brother was quite the trouble maker after you left. He was upset to hear about what happened, but I gave him your jacket- it was a little big, but he's your brother all right. Ugh, the stories I could tell you about him- he has your laugh. He and Static got along really well- bonding over a shared obsession of the Kobra Kid. He's a fuckin shot, too, better than me even. He takes after you. Don't worry- he'll keep an eye on me and make sure I don't get into trouble.
I miss you,
Aggie.
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