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I wonder what would happen if the zones ran out of hair dye

I'd fuckin drop dead - Poison

#once again this definitely happened #dancing under neon lights

bisexualjigsaw

I feel like Gee would say that like Fun Ghoul got the scar on his mouth that he has in SING from like,, a really dangerous mission or some shit but what if like,,,he got it from something dumb like Party was like “i bet you cant juggle 3 knives” and Ghoul was like “i bet you i cAN” and whaddya know. He can’t.

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s'more danger days headcanons:

-the fab four are fucking dumbasses who prioritize their looks and aesthetic over, yknow, not overheating and dying of sunstroke daily. the only one they look out for is the girl, whom they constantly stop to fan and give up their own water to whenever she so much as sweats.

-kobra once walked too close to a jumping cactus and got railed with needles; now every time they come across one he jumps back and takes a threatening stance, inching around it from a careful distance. (ghoul mocks him for it until the jumping cacti get him, too.)

-jet once found a tarantula in the diner, which the girl named jet jr, and ghoul named “you better kill that fucker before i set the whole goddamn place on fire”. they ended up letting jet jr go, much to the girl’s dismay. they do later happen upon a black widow, which she names “ghoul’s best friend in the whole world,” though ghoul insists on calling it “the spawn of fucking satan” until jet kills it.

#lmao #this is all true #dancing under neon lights

batterycitizen

destroya’s got nothin’ on me.

the crown of thorns bleeds blue neon.

#airwaves

zone report

it’s fucking hot!

#airwaves

jakedebruyckere

#our home is a broken world

party-kat

Recently got back from a short trip to the desert and felt like a killjoy in the zones (my pictures please do not repost without credit)

#our home is a broken world #queue

There's a soft knocking on the door and the sound of coughing

On the other side of the door, Fun Ghoul’s eyes snap to the source of the noise. Slowly, he stands up and walks cautiously to the door, drawing his gun as he does so.

“Who’s there?” Ghoul asks warily, standing by the door but not opening it.

*sniff* “’S me, Nova. I’ve got a cold or the flu or some shit. Can I stay here for a bit…I miss you guys and I get real lonely when I’m sick.”

Ghoul opens the door to see an exhausted-looking Nova. He puts his gun back in its holster.

“Aw geez, Nova. You look like shit. Here, come in. Ain’t nothing you can do out here but tough it out, I’m sure ya know that.” He steps aside to let Nova in, then calls behind him. “Hey guys! Nova showed up!”

She grins weakly. “Gee, thanks for the compliment, Ghoul.” She stumbles inside with a way too large leather jacket and leggings on.

“Hey, I’m just telling it how it is, sweetheart,” Ghoul grins back.

Suddenly, the sound of small, quick footsteps comes from a hallway to the left, and Grace runs into the room, her face lighting up as she sees Nova.

“Hi Nova!” Grace runs up to Nova and hugs her. When she breaks away, she looks Nova in the eye, a sad expression finding its way into her face. “Oh no! You’re sick!”

Jet walks into the room, moving at a slower pace than Grace had. It takes just one look at Nova for him to look concerned. “Jesus, Nova. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”

Nova laughs at Jet “You guys never fail to make me feel good about how I look, do you?” She smiles happily at Grace. “Hi sunshine, don’t worry about me, I’ll be ok. I always am. And how are you?”

Jet laughs. “Come on, come sit down.” He leads her to an empty booth. “Do you need anything? Poison and Kobra are on their way to the city for supplies, but they didn’t leave too long ago. If you want, I could borrow your bike and go tell them what you need. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

“I know what can make you feel better!” Grace exclaims happily, and runs out of the room, presumably to go get something.

Nova shakes her head “Nah, I’ve got some medicine from a friend that helps with vomiting and all, I just wanted some company.”

“Fair enough. I was going to make Ghoul go anyway,” Jet grinned.

“Hey!” Ghoul slid into the opposite side of the booth. “I would have offered, you know. And if company’s what you need, well, I’m just the best of the best,” he joked.

Grace’s voice came from the hallway. “Nova, I have a surprise for you, but you have to close your eyes!”

Nova shuts her eyes tight, wrinkling her nose, and sticks her tongue out at Ghoul and Jet. “I think we all know who the real grown-up is here. My eyes are closed, sweetheart.”

Nova hears footsteps, then something soft is placed into her lap. "Okay, you can open your eyes!"

There's a soft knocking on the door and the sound of coughing

On the other side of the door, Fun Ghoul’s eyes snap to the source of the noise. Slowly, he stands up and walks cautiously to the door, drawing his gun as he does so.

“Who’s there?” Ghoul asks warily, standing by the door but not opening it.

*sniff* “’S me, Nova. I’ve got a cold or the flu or some shit. Can I stay here for a bit…I miss you guys and I get real lonely when I’m sick.”

Ghoul opens the door to see an exhausted-looking Nova. He puts his gun back in its holster.

“Aw geez, Nova. You look like shit. Here, come in. Ain’t nothing you can do out here but tough it out, I’m sure ya know that.” He steps aside to let Nova in, then calls behind him. “Hey guys! Nova showed up!”

She grins weakly. “Gee, thanks for the compliment, Ghoul.” She stumbles inside with a way too large leather jacket and leggings on.

“Hey, I’m just telling it how it is, sweetheart,” Ghoul grins back.

Suddenly, the sound of small, quick footsteps comes from a hallway to the left, and Grace runs into the room, her face lighting up as she sees Nova.

“Hi Nova!” Grace runs up to Nova and hugs her. When she breaks away, she looks Nova in the eye, a sad expression finding its way into her face. “Oh no! You’re sick!”

Jet walks into the room, moving at a slower pace than Grace had. It takes just one look at Nova for him to look concerned. “Jesus, Nova. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”

Nova laughs at Jet “You guys never fail to make me feel good about how I look, do you?” She smiles happily at Grace. “Hi sunshine, don’t worry about me, I’ll be ok. I always am. And how are you?”

Jet laughs. “Come on, come sit down.” He leads her to an empty booth. “Do you need anything? Poison and Kobra are on their way to the city for supplies, but they didn’t leave too long ago. If you want, I could borrow your bike and go tell them what you need. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

“I know what can make you feel better!” Grace exclaims happily, and runs out of the room, presumably to go get something.

Nova shakes her head “Nah, I’ve got some medicine from a friend that helps with vomiting and all, I just wanted some company.”

"Fair enough. I was going to make Ghoul go anyway," Jet grinned.

"Hey!" Ghoul slid into the opposite side of the booth. "I would have offered, you know. And if company's what you need, well, I'm just the best of the best," he joked.

Grace's voice came from the hallway. "Nova, I have a surprise for you, but you have to close your eyes!"

There's a soft knocking on the door and the sound of coughing

On the other side of the door, Fun Ghoul’s eyes snap to the source of the noise. Slowly, he stands up and walks cautiously to the door, drawing his gun as he does so.

“Who’s there?” Ghoul asks warily, standing by the door but not opening it.

*sniff* “’S me, Nova. I’ve got a cold or the flu or some shit. Can I stay here for a bit…I miss you guys and I get real lonely when I’m sick.”

Ghoul opens the door to see an exhausted-looking Nova. He puts his gun back in its holster.

“Aw geez, Nova. You look like shit. Here, come in. Ain’t nothing you can do out here but tough it out, I’m sure ya know that.” He steps aside to let Nova in, then calls behind him. “Hey guys! Nova showed up!”

She grins weakly. “Gee, thanks for the compliment, Ghoul.” She stumbles inside with a way too large leather jacket and leggings on.

“Hey, I’m just telling it how it is, sweetheart,” Ghoul grins back.

Suddenly, the sound of small, quick footsteps comes from a hallway to the left, and Grace runs into the room, her face lighting up as she sees Nova.

“Hi Nova!” Grace runs up to Nova and hugs her. When she breaks away, she looks Nova in the eye, a sad expression finding its way into her face. “Oh no! You’re sick!”

Jet walks into the room, moving at a slower pace than Grace had. It takes just one look at Nova for him to look concerned. “Jesus, Nova. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”

Nova laughs at Jet “You guys never fail to make me feel good about how I look, do you?” She smiles happily at Grace. “Hi sunshine, don’t worry about me, I’ll be ok. I always am. And how are you?”

Jet laughs. "Come on, come sit down." He leads her to an empty booth. "Do you need anything? Poison and Kobra are on their way to the city for supplies, but they didn't leave too long ago. If you want, I could borrow your bike and go tell them what you need. I'm sure they wouldn't mind."

"I know what can make you feel better!" Grace exclaims happily, and runs out of the room, presumably to go get something.

There's a soft knocking on the door and the sound of coughing

On the other side of the door, Fun Ghoul’s eyes snap to the source of the noise. Slowly, he stands up and walks cautiously to the door, drawing his gun as he does so.

“Who’s there?” Ghoul asks warily, standing by the door but not opening it.

*sniff* “’S me, Nova. I’ve got a cold or the flu or some shit. Can I stay here for a bit…I miss you guys and I get real lonely when I’m sick.”

Ghoul opens the door to see an exhausted-looking Nova. He puts his gun back in its holster.

“Aw geez, Nova. You look like shit. Here, come in. Ain’t nothing you can do out here but tough it out, I’m sure ya know that.” He steps aside to let Nova in, then calls behind him. “Hey guys! Nova showed up!”

She grins weakly. “Gee, thanks for the compliment, Ghoul.” She stumbles inside with a way too large leather jacket and leggings on.

"Hey, I'm just telling it how it is, sweetheart," Ghoul grins back.

Suddenly, the sound of small, quick footsteps comes from a hallway to the left, and Grace runs into the room, her face lighting up as she sees Nova.

"Hi Nova!" Grace runs up to Nova and hugs her. When she breaks away, she looks Nova in the eye, a sad expression finding its way into her face. "Oh no! You're sick!"

Jet walks into the room, moving at a slower pace than Grace had. It takes just one look at Nova for him to look concerned. "Jesus, Nova. You look like you haven't slept in weeks."

There's a soft knocking on the door and the sound of coughing

On the other side of the door, Fun Ghoul’s eyes snap to the source of the noise. Slowly, he stands up and walks cautiously to the door, drawing his gun as he does so.

“Who’s there?” Ghoul asks warily, standing by the door but not opening it.

*sniff* “’S me, Nova. I’ve got a cold or the flu or some shit. Can I stay here for a bit…I miss you guys and I get real lonely when I’m sick.”

Ghoul opens the door to see an exhausted-looking Nova. He puts his gun back in its holster.

"Aw geez, Nova. You look like shit. Here, come in. Ain't nothing you can do out here but tough it out, I'm sure ya know that." He steps aside to let Nova in, then calls behind him. "Hey guys! Nova showed up!"