#killjoyverse

[telekinetictrait]

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

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

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

see my resources page!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[polly-porygon]

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

killjoy name: Bubblegum Foxkit, Bubble or Kit for short

[satans-cookie-addiction]

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

[practicalgothicism]

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

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

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

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

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

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

and that is absolutely terrifying to me

[zonebunny]

Taking back the crown...

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

[trashydearest]

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

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

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

[killjoytigermom]

Chapter 5 - Pillars Of Sand

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[paranoia-song-killjoy]

International killjoys

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