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[saveyourself]

it's been a long, long time since i've worked on anything danger days, but I was curious about if I was still familiar with it, so take this. post-SING by 10 years, deviation before the true lives.

“You might be trying to find some trace of them, even subconsciously,” Dr. Benzedrine continues, currently soldering together two strange pieces of metal that might become artwork when he’s done with it. 

While he’s a transplant to the Lobby from the desert, giving up the life of a Killjoy, the doctor has never been able to change the ability to find art in everything — one of the few things that wasn’t blood-soaked out in the Zones. 

The Girl finds it endearing. A taste of home from someone who can’t possibly give her grief from it — someone who never got along with the original Killjoys in the first place. 

“I’m not, though,” the Girl hums, spinning on the stool she’s been given to sit on. 

Benzedrine has carved out a place in the Lobby for himself, setting up a poorly ventilated lab with spare parts here and there, in a corner of the city too desolate for even the Scarecrows to care about — it’s beneath them to inspect the dirt in their boots. The Lobby’s lighting suits him well, serving to make the mottled purple of Benzedrine’s decade-old lab coat somewhat clean-looking. 

“I would’ve believed you if I was still thirteen and missed them. Why would I make this up, Benze? I don’t — There’s something here, and I don’t think it’s them. It’s just popped up in relation to them. It isn’t the —” 

“Do you believe in miracles?” 

The Girl pays no mind to the interruption. Benze is known for it, after all. “Not when they’re a decade late.” 

“Who’s to say it’s late? Decades are trivial, time is trivial. Your sense of the impossible towers over the improbable yet plausible. You’re an impossible girl, so who is to say there are not impossible miracles?” 

One day, the Girl is going to find some old English testbook from the snobby Bat City primary schools, and she’s going to throw it at Benze’s head in the hopes that it knocks some sense into him. 

“My impossibility doesn’t —” 

“Does it? You’re afraid of hope, but it’s a weapon just as that electrokinesis — something that I still want to examine, by the way —” 

“Never gonna happen, Benze.” 

“Right. So you’ve said. Anyways, hope is a weapon; it’s the first thing you learn as a Killjoy, and yet you’ve forgotten it. The impossible is only what you haven’t hoped enough for. Your loneliness has turned you into something like stone, unwilling to accept the weathering of the future, you know. Do you wait for miracles?” 

#do people still know abt the suite hearts ??? what is the general danger days fandom like now #ik there's still witchfucker wednesday

[saveyourself]

it's been a long, long time since i've worked on anything danger days, but I was curious about if I was still familiar with it, so take this. post-SING by 10 years, deviation before the true lives.

“You might be trying to find some trace of them, even subconsciously,” Dr. Benzedrine continues, currently soldering together two strange pieces of metal that might become artwork when he’s done with it. 

While he’s a transplant to the Lobby from the desert, giving up the life of a Killjoy, the doctor has never been able to change the ability to find art in everything — one of the few things that wasn’t blood-soaked out in the Zones. 

The Girl finds it endearing. A taste of home from someone who can’t possibly give her grief from it — someone who never got along with the original Killjoys in the first place. 

“I’m not, though,” the Girl hums, spinning on the stool she’s been given to sit on. 

Benzedrine has carved out a place in the Lobby for himself, setting up a poorly ventilated lab with spare parts here and there, in a corner of the city too desolate for even the Scarecrows to care about — it’s beneath them to inspect the dirt in their boots. The Lobby’s lighting suits him well, serving to make the mottled purple of Benzedrine’s decade-old lab coat somewhat clean-looking. 

“I would’ve believed you if I was still thirteen and missed them. Why would I make this up, Benze? I don’t — There’s something here, and I don’t think it’s them. It’s just popped up in relation to them. It isn’t the —” 

“Do you believe in miracles?” 

The Girl pays no mind to the interruption. Benze is known for it, after all. “Not when they’re a decade late.” 

“Who’s to say it’s late? Decades are trivial, time is trivial. Your sense of the impossible towers over the improbable yet plausible. You’re an impossible girl, so who is to say there are not impossible miracles?” 

One day, the Girl is going to find some old English testbook from the snobby Bat City primary schools, and she’s going to throw it at Benze’s head in the hopes that it knocks some sense into him. 

“My impossibility doesn’t —” 

“Does it? You’re afraid of hope, but it’s a weapon just as that electrokinesis — something that I still want to examine, by the way —” 

“Never gonna happen, Benze.” 

“Right. So you’ve said. Anyways, hope is a weapon; it’s the first thing you learn as a Killjoy, and yet you’ve forgotten it. The impossible is only what you haven’t hoped enough for. Your loneliness has turned you into something like stone, unwilling to accept the weathering of the future, you know. Do you wait for miracles?” 

#cherri.txt #danger days #ttlotfk #writing.txt #the girl ttlotfk #dr. benzedrine #danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys

[saveyourself]

but akinator how do you KNOW

#cherri.txt

[saveyourself]

u know its a shame i dont have the password / email to my old ao3 acc anymore bc i have roughly 50k more of the rise & fall of party poison (which is the second chapter alone lol) and i won't finish it but id at least like to release it so its not sitting dusty and in my drafts :p

#cherri.txt

[saveyourself]

CHERRI??!?!? (this is jack)

jack !!!

#cherri.txt

[saveyourself]

thank you so much !! i was talking about the google docs one but i guess my docs app was being broken, im very glad it was just my google docs being weird and not that it was actually gone 🫶🫶

of course ! i rarely touch it so if it was deleted i would be very confused myself to be honest with you. i'm glad u use it as a resource !! i genuinely forgot it existed haha

#cherri.txt #if anyone wants to know what i'm up to now. i'm a bungou stray dogs fan first and a person second.

[saveyourself]

sorry if this is annoying but did you delete your zones dictionary? was looking for it and I couldn't find it

i think you're referring to the ao3 one and i do not have that one solely bc i lost the password to that account.

however, i have this nifty google doc that's much prettier, anyway.

#i am incredibly inactive on this acc oof #cherri.txt #but thank u for reaching out ! esp since i still have it :]

[saveyourself]

A girl and her brother, 2018.

[ID: a digital portrait of Kobra Kid and The Girl. The Girl is a baby, about one year old while Kobra is around seventeen. Kobra is wearing his “Good Luck” racing helmet and holding The Girl in his arms. The background is a desert landscape with cacti and Joshua trees. /end ID]

[saveyourself]

out here in the desert, your shadow lives on without you (otherwise known as grief, in five acts)

[ID: a digital drawing of the girl from a high angle —her head is tilted, eyes tearing up angrily. large, shadow-like figures of the fabulous four stretch out behind her, each of them faceless and pictured in the position of their death. party poison’s chin is tilted upwards, jet star is outstretched, limbs askew, fun ghoul raises his arm, aiming their ray gun, and kobra kid falls backward, arm limply falling to his side and head turned away./end ID] 

inspired by @graffitibible / @omegalomania’s incredible fic i’m not a messiah, just a mess

[saveyourself]

whenever i draw the killjoys i always find myself drawing their jackets and helmets and boots super boxy and big to make them look smaller because the idea of them being like 15-16 has ingrained itself so deeply into my head

#u get it

[saveyourself]

*dude bro voice* wait bro!!! Say that again, bro, so it was this night?? And THE DEAD WERE WALKIGN!?!?! Oh, in a solitary style, no shit?BRO you crashed the cemetery gates???? In the dress your husband hates??!?? Damn bro what happened next?

[saveyourself]

dusted out on route guano

[saveyourself]

and die with your mask on if you've got to

#party poison

[saveyourself]

hi! i was just curious as to if this blog is completely inactive, or more so just has slower paced updates? i had some questions regarding the danger days fanon and didn’t want to flood your inbox if you don’t answer submissions :’)

i mostly reblog stuff nowadays when it comes across my dash; can't say I create it much anymore ! however, I still have all of my old docs and such for the content I did make :] so I can probably answer whatever ya got, but I don't promise it'll be quick !

#ask

[saveyourself]

i get it now

[saveyourself]

do you know where the crash track came from? I can't find anything on it but I see it mentioned a lot...? is it from the listening party?

Pretty sure it’s a fanon thing and I think it came from a fic! Can’t remember who started it specifically, but if anyone does feel free to reply!

#o shit yeah that was me !

[saveyourself]

goodnight to kobra kid and kobra kid ONLY im tucking him into bed and kissing his little forehead everyone else sleeps on the ground tonight