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crashbangprophet · 13 days
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@ ALL CRASHQUEENS AND KILLJOYS!
i've been in this fandom since 2016, so i've seen headcanons and zone culture and terminology of all kinds.
with that said , i'd like to present the official (unofficial) danger days dictionary. includes everything from zone culture, slang, battery city locations, phoenix witch, even down to bad luck beads and the dust bowl.
for the nitpickers out there, the comics are mainly discarded in this— due to how overwhelming it would be to throw in even MORE overlapping terms and such. some comic characters have been slipped into the regular timeline / universe, just for funsies and a honorary mention. don't come at me, thanks!
REBLOGS RECOMMENDED.
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thesepigsareafterme · 2 months
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nightime-sky · 25 days
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desert-fever · 5 months
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Do you believe in the supernatural???
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Hard not to
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lahmajun · 9 months
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out here in the desert your shadow lives on without you
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sparklingtapwater · 1 year
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true lives of the fabulous killjoys ✨
this is my first time using tumblr in like 4 years, so i guess i’ll use this post to introduce myself !
i’m mikey, im 23, im a trans guy (he/him) ! i’m also a tattoo apprentice who is on my way to specializing in my chem tattoos and band tattoos alike ! so here’s a little killjoys flash sheet to get me going ! i’ll attach my instagram too in case anyone sees flash they like here and wants to book some tattoos in the future !!
instagram: sparklingtapwater ✨
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foolscapper · 8 months
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1 the Phoenix Witch or 27 Dr D? :>
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a witchy warm-up!!!! (edit im so sorry anon i read 27 as being for both of them, totally not your intended color palette...)
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eggbagelz · 10 months
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I am so completely off the god-damn grid it's not a question of addressing me
It's "what do these symbols under the dresser mean"
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my-t4t-romance · 1 year
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I want to know who painted “I FORGIVE U” on the Phoenix Witch’s mailbox. I want to know their story. does their dead comrade know they are forgiven? does the painter believe they know? what wrong was committed that was only forgiven after death? does the painter blame themself for not reconciling sooner?
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killjoysecrets · 7 months
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danger days doesn't deserve the phoenix witch she's too cool for the rest of it
Submit your secrets here
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redfish-blu · 1 year
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I doubt anyone remembers the original piece but I redrew my very first ever Danger Days artwork from 2020 for this fine Wednesday.
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spaghetti-man99 · 4 days
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Deer in the Headlights
Killjoys fanfic in which the trans am is a tad bit haunted and Ghoul almost gets flattened.
(fic under the cut as well :3)
If you had told Ghoul that he would be spending his evening getting chased by his own car, he would have thought you were a wave head. The trans am would never do something like that, it loved him!
As he narrowly dodged the roaring car, he was beginning to think he’d been getting too much sun himself.
He hit the ground hard and rolled. The dust on the road clung heavily to his jacket and he sighed inwardly. That was going to take at least three good washes to come out.
In the distance, he heard his friends shouting and swearing over the revving engine. He poked his head up just in time to see them all dive, Jet grabbing the Girl as he tumbled to the ground. He was up and running before the dust had even settled. He felt a spike of pain in his leg and silently prayed it wasn’t too fucked.
He watched the trans am carefully, trying to move as quickly as he could before it made its return trip. As he ran, he thought back on how ridiculous the whole situation was.
It had started that morning when the Girl said that she saw someone in the trans am, someone she had never seen before, someone with spikey black hair and a cloud for a face. Then the engine had flipped on, and it had been all downhill from there. They’d spent all day tracking down the car, asking multiple wave heads and killjoys if they’d seen it and walking all over the zones. Now the sun was down and they’d found what they were looking for barreling at them at light speed. Ghoul only hoped whoever was driving it hadn’t refilled the tank.
As if to answer his prayer, the car drifted around with an ear-piercing shriek and blinked its headlights at him.
Ghoul froze, standing like a deer in the headlights as Party and Jet screamed for him to move. But he couldn’t. There was something in the car looking at him and it had him pinned. It was making him shake, and he never shook. He needed to know what this thing was.
The car sped up, rocketing down the road so fast the tires seemed to shake and shudder on the pavement. Ghoul furrowed his brow and held out his hands. The car didn’t slow down. Kobra yelled something next to him, but he couldn’t have heard it if he wanted to. The engine was too loud. The trans am was halfway to him now. Ghoul closed his eyes and waited.
Nothing. No big bang, no white light, not even any pain. Ghoul stood still in confusion. Then he peeked an eye open to look at what he was sure was probably hell.
No flames. Just an old, battered car slowly squeaking to a stop an inch from his foot.
“Ho-ly shit.” Party whispered from the ground.
Ghoul stared open mouthed into the windshield. Whoever the Girl had seen earlier, they were definitely in there now. As the door opened and a bare foot stepped out Ghoul fumbled for his blaster. The next thing he noticed was the hair. It was black as night and spiked to the stars, like someone had taken a full can of hairspray and teased the hell out of it. Their face wasn’t a cloud like the Girl had described, but it was covered by an intricate, beaked mask.
If Ghoul’s mouth was any more open, it’d probably be filled with desert dust.
“The Phoenix Witch…” He heard Jet whisper.
No, no way. The Phoenix Witch wasn’t real, she was a fantasy, a bedtime story to help the little zone rats process the crazy amount of death they saw on the daily! And yet…
“Sorry about the car, guys.” Her voice was rough but cleansing, like a cat's tongue. “Had a friend who needed a ride.”
Ghoul’s eye twitched. “I-what?” He stammered. The Phoenix Witch tilted her head and made a gesture at the car. A ghostly head popped out of the sunroof and Ghoul stumbled back with a shout.
The ghost cringed and circled their fist across their chest. Sorry. Ghoul recognized the sign. He hesitated before shaking his head and glancing to his friends, who he was glad to see were just as befuddled as him.
“No, it’s fine, sorry, just… What?”
The Phoenix Witch shrugged as the ghost slid out of the car behind her. “It was their last wish.” She said matter-of-factly, “I had to grant it.” She glanced at the car and sighed. Ghoul’s heart sank as he followed her gaze to the scratches littering the side of the trans am.
“Shit,” she whistled, “I didn’t even realize we hit anything. Did you?” The ghost shook their head adamantly and held up their hands. She tsked and walked up to the trans am, laying her hand on the scratches. She wiped her hand across the surface gently and muttered something Ghoul couldn’t quite catch. When she pulled her hand away, the scratches were barely visible.
She looked over her handy work and hummed. “Sorry, I’m a bit rusty.” She said. Ghoul shook his head. She tilted her head and he could feel her gaze on him, boring deep into his chest. His eyes darted to the ground, but he could still feel the holes she was burning. He felt a strong cold flash, and suddenly it was over. He glanced up and saw her walking away, the ghost following quickly behind. They looked back and grinned at Ghoul, tapping their hand to their chin and pulling it away.
Thank you.
Ghoul gave a small, confused smile and pinched his fingers together, waving them back and forth before making hooked peace signs and twisting them.
No problem.
Then a cloud of dust blew in front of them, and they were gone.
The lights in the trans am clicked off, and the killjoys were left alone in the dark, blue desert. None of them talked for a long time.
“What the fuck was that.” Party hissed eventually.
Ghoul hesitated. Then he shrugged and headed towards the car. “Something way beyond us, man, that’s for sure.” He said as he slid into the driver's seat.
The others looked at him in shock before slowly starting towards the trans am. Ghoul chuckled and brushed a candy wrapper off the dash.
At least they had the car back, right?
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thesepigsareafterme · 3 months
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casheugh · 5 months
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VERY late but here are the first five inktober prompts!
Will probably catch up on some more but at the moment I’m pretty proud of these guys 👍
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ow-dva · 9 months
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A motherfucker got a lil too happy with the zaza so idk where this piece went
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lahmajun · 1 year
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happy wednesday
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