Killjoy Day of the Dead where the ‘joys spray paint paths of their friends’ favorite colors to help lead them home. Where the Mailboxes are flooded with letters and gifts to loved ones. Where killjoys remember their loved ones and celebrate their lives. Where they give offerings to the dead and to the Witch in hopes that their friends will be able to visit them that night. Where the Witch guides the dead along the painted paths to the people they called home, so they’re not alone reading their letters and opening their gifts. Sometimes the Witch brings them all of the way back for that night, sometimes not. There is always next year, and the knowledge that your friends are there, even if you can’t see them.
Just. Killjoy Day of the Dead guys.
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I believe in women being happy and okay (groundbreaking concept).
[ID: three drawings of Blue from the Danger Days comics. Two drawings are of her after the comics end with long hair, wearing casual clothing. The last drawing depicts her during the comic storyline. The background is a muted orange. /end ID.]
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I've been streaming Ultrakill with @asterofthedeepforest
And so I made him some glorious pngtubers for stream
I am a menace
The winged hair gabe is Aster's design for Gabriel without his helmet
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Beakley: I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
Goldie: what do you mean?
Beakley: don’t you ever get that little voice in you head that tells you if something is going to cause trouble and so not do it
Scrooge: …no
Goldie: I have a little voice,but she says the contrary
Beakley: that actually explains so much.
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so yesterday i made this post and said in the tags that steph is purple barbie
and i haven't been able to stop thinking about barbiecore steph
like we all know she fell in love with the barbie movie. like thirty seconds in she sold her soul to it and it's all she would talk about on patrols (like the queen she is)
with bruce's money, babs's infinite resources, and steph's adhd inability to not go all in, she would absolutely become barbiecore for at least a month and absolutely ROCK it
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"She aims much higher, our Viserra.I have seen the way she preens and prances around Baelon. That is the husband she desires, and not for love of him. She wants to be the queen."
When I read this at first I was like... no Alysanne that was Saera (she wanted be a queen "like mother") you're reading this situation wrong because you're paranoid after Saera. Also Baelon isn't even the crown prince, Aemon is... and he already has a daughter who is presumably his heir. But then I thought a little more about it and tbh everything I previously said still holds, but also I think there's one more big thing.
So, Baelon and Alyssa are constantly compared to Jaehaerys and Alysanne. Alysanne herself makes that comparison when she's arguing for them to be wed. It's not insane to think that Alysanne saw her own marriage in Baelon and Alyssa. Which is funny because personality wise, Alyssa is not at all similar to Alysanne. But it doesn't matter, Baelon and Alyssa are an elder brother and younger sister in love, they're a perfect match. I wonder if it felt like righting a past wrong when Alysanne arranged their match? They're destined to be together just like Jaehaerys and herself, and this time the adults recognize it right away.
So when Alyssa dies and Viserra starts looking at Baelon as a potential husband (something that is relatively reasonable behavior in this family tbh)... maybe this stings Alysanne. Baelon replacing Alyssa with another sister? Wouldn't that be like Jaehaerys replacing Alysanne? Is Alysanne replaceable... one sister... why not another? IDK I think she's conflating this situation with her marriage and that's where the queen line comes in. I think just like how the Saera situation was damaging to Jaehaerys's self image, the idea of Baelon and Viserra marrying was damaging to Alysanne's self image.
In part perhaps because while she could look at her own marriage through the "pureness" of Alyssa and Baelon's love... Viserra is kind of a less generous view (from Alysanne's own POV) of Alysanne's past actions. Viserra "prances and preens", while Alyssa simply "chases after", Baelon; Which one could Alysanne be accused of with Jaehaerys? Viserra has no love of Baelon, she just has ambitions, so she's not like Alysanne, who loved Jaehaerys. Alysanne didn't do it for ambition... it's not that she wanted to be queen, but Jaehaerys was meant to be king and Alysanne would be a good queen regardless. Alysanne wanted to see herself in Alyssa, maybe she realized she could see herself in Viserra too and that hurt.
Which is what makes it sad that she ultimately tries to do to Viserra what was done to her. She arranges an unwanted marriage for her daughter and her daughter responds by trying to do what her mother did all those years ago. I think Viserra's way of going about it, lying naked in Baelon's bed and getting drunk (was she nervous, trying to get her courage up?) shows that there wasn't actually any trust between her and Baelon. She was trying to obligate him to help her, he has no love for her specifically, so if she just tells him her fears he won't intervene (why would he? his father even pointed out marriage is the Queen's domain and Baelon is a dutiful son). But if he compromises her... well he's honorable, he'll marry her. But of course, he's honorable enough that he merely sends her away. There's no one to help her, all she can hope for is a night of laughter before she freezes. See Alysanne? You've proved your point, Viserra and you aren't the same after all.
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Weeee danger days thing that popped into my head, here u go
It’s still boiling hot even though the evening winds are moving in, quickly filling the wastes with cold. You should be grateful for it though.
It’s not a night to be wandering around, you can feel it swelling in your bones, the too loud sands screaming static in your ears, the pressure builds up in their brain, heavy. The dead will not be still tonight.
You keep walking, one foot in front of the other. Somewhere in the back of your mind you worry for Kobra going into a panic over you running off again, but there’s nothing to do about that. You have to keep walking. Ignore the way the sand clings to your boots and pulls you back. Ignore the whispers pleading you to go away or urging you faster. The only thing you see is the hill as you climb, the hills giving way into a valley.
So much of the Zones hides scars, only visible in memories. Flashes, cries, blood, the same sun rising on a battlefield as setting on a morgue. The girl you laughed with moons ago now just a ghost at your side, still and silent as a dead battery. Her eyes will try and meet yours but you shouldn’t meet them. Instead you’ll watch the horizon, the shadow of a small feathered someone appearing where the sun melts into the ground.
You’ll have no memory of anything after this point when you wake tomorrow. You’ll be somewhere else in the desert, a silky black feather beside you.
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I know I made a post the other day about making fun of peoples names being rude and people need to shut the fuck up but I found out my sister is naming her kid Texas Pete and we're not even American, it is EMBARRASSING to name your kid after a state of a country you don't even live in and the Pete is taken from the idiot father who will NOT like when I ask her in front of him why the hell she chose to name her kid after him when ZERO of her children are named after HER and also you're gunna name your kid after the guy who couldn't even pull his cock out on time? THATS what you're going to saddle this kid with?
I wish she'd gotten an abortion 🙄🙄🙄🙄
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The killjoys are dead, and the world gets smaller. In the wake of four fallen, fabulous heroes, Better Living Industries tightens its hold on the desert. People die. The child vaunted as the Zones' salvation is nowhere to be found.
But you're still here, Cherri Cola, the most poetic DJ left on the airwaves. You speak your words into the dead air and hope that someone out there takes comfort in them. You spend twelve years in an unceasing search for the Girl you promised Jet Star you'd take care of, combing every frequency on the hunt for some sign that she's still alive.
As sands shift and landscapes change, as killjoys rise and fall, as BL/ind tears ever further into the sanctuary of the desert, you watch and you wait, because you stopped fighting a long time ago.
You are Cherri Cola, and you have gods in your footprints. You have songs in your soul.
And one day your story's going to end.
This is the concluding part of this particular fic! Anyone who was waiting for the whole work to be finished before jumping in can do so.
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