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gghoulishdelight · 1 year

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"gimme all your poison, and gimme all your pills!"

(pairing: rayrard

genre: h/c? kinda?)

sometimes ray has trouble voicing what he's thinking. sometimes gerard has to hold him til he can talk again.

a/n: this is based on the one vid where gerards laying on the couch and rays playing on his guitar, and gee tries to get him to play it in c and ray refuses. tism moment./j

Ray shifted uncomfortably in the rickety chair he had perched himself on, legs shifting to try and return the blood flow to them so he could focus back on the guitar in his hands and not the pins and needles sensation settling in his limbs. They'd been at this for a few hours now, and he was starting to regret not taking the couch and instead letting Gerard sprawl himself across it as if he were a porn model for a Playboy magazine (as if those models wore clothes that hadn't been washed in three weeks). Ray paused for a moment at that sudden train of thought, eyes widening like a deer in headlights as he glanced at the singer to make sure he hadn't accidentally voiced his thoughts. He had a bad habit of doing that sometimes; blurting out things he hadn't meant to say without even realizing it, only for it to dawn on him seconds later that he had said it aloud. Gerard seemed to be lost in though however, so even if he had said anything he doubted they'd even notice.

"Play it again," Gerard's voice snapped Ray out of his daydream all of the sudden, causing Ray to give them a slightly blank stare as they watched him expectantly. "The song, Ray," they grinned playfully, watching with slightly squinted eyes as the light went on in his head and his fingers moved to play it. It seemed to flow from his body naturally, fingers and hands moving without any hesitation as Ray closed his eyes to focus. Gerard took that time to admire Ray silently from his place across from him, eyes roving over his concentrated expression as the gentle smile still hung on their lips. Ray's eyes fluttered open to look back at Gerard once he was finished playing, surprised by the caring, almost.. loving look on their face. It brought a gentle blush to his cheeks as he looked down at his guitar, unsure of what the look was directed towards. He probably just liked how he played it.. right?

"Hm.." Gerard shifted so he was sitting up more now, his eyes focused back on Ray's fingers. "Add a few more majors in." Ray looked hesitant to start adding to stuff they had already established, the feeling apparently reflecting in his face due to Gerard's words of instruction. "You gotta play more major, okay?" There was a certain tone of soothing that would've normally ticked Ray off, had it not been coming from Gerard. He knew Gerard was simply trying to get him to step out of his comfort zone and break his already-set pattern, and it was already hard to resist their requests when they were giving him the saddest puppy-dog eyes imaginable. He sighed softly and nodded, this time having to watch his fingers move on the fretboard to make sure they were going where Gerard wanted them to go. It felt.. uncomfortable, to say the least, as he played through the song with a slightly more upbeat tone to it, facial features contorting to express the discomfort physically instead of verbally.

"Play it in C." Ray shook his head immediately upon Gerard's next instruction, raising his shoulders defensively but staying steadfast in his decision. "Why?" "Just.. no." "Why not?" Gerard was starting to sound annoyed by his stubbornness, which made Ray just want to give in and play it, but there was a part of him that just wouldn't give it up. He knew it wouldn't sound right without having to try it, yet didn't know how to explain that to Gerard. "Because." "Tell me why not." "Just 'cause."

"Just tell me why!" Gerard's voice rose unintentionally all of the sudden, causing Ray to tighten his grip around his fretboard to feel the rough strings dig into his hands. His leg started to bounce anxiously against the floor, drawing in Gerard's attention and making them take a moment to calm down.

"Can we do it somewhere else?" They questioned this time, receiving a slow nod from Ray, his shoulders still hunched slightly in defense. "That's all you gotta say, man," Gerard grumbled out of frustration, picking at the chipping polish on his nails and missing the hurt look that flashed across Ray's face at their words. They were interrupted briefly by Frank entering the room to drop off some snacks, the shorter looking confused by the scene before him.

"Damn Ray, whaddya do to make Gee look that upset?" Frank teased without really meaning anything by it, though the look of saddened regret that settled in Ray's eyes made him backtrack quickly. He shifted nervously in place, clearing his throat before he spoke again. "Maybe.. maybe it's time you guys took a break. Mikey's still not home yet, and I think you guys have been at it long enough," Frank's voice was gentle yet serious when he spoke again, catching Gerard's eye and glancing pointedly over at Ray's curled up form. They followed his line of sight and looked over at the lead guitarist, immediately recognizing what was going on with Ray and sitting up further.

"Ray?" Gerard's soft voice prompted Ray to tear his gaze away from the floor and back over to the singer, hearing the faint 'click' of the door closing as Frank left. Gerard felt his frustration disappear almost immediately at the sight of Ray looking so apologetic despite having done nothing wrong, motioning for the male to drop his guitar and come closer. "C'mere doll," they murmured sweetly, humming softly in praise as Ray hesitantly sat his guitar against the wall and stood from the chair. His legs wobbled a little as he shuffled over to the couch, muscles not used to moving after having sat for so long and vaguely reminding Gee of a newborn deer.

Gerard sat up fully to pull Ray down in between their legs, forcing him to lay down partially with his head on their chest. It wasn't entirely comfortable, but Gerard knew Ray needed closeness over comfort right now anyway, and they weren't gonna complain. He stroked a warm hand up and down Ray's right arm as the guitarist buried his face into their shirt, taking in a shaky breath of their scent to calm down. Ray's fingers were tangled in the fabric of Gerard's soft shirt now, the thin fabric offering little protection against the feeling of his trembling fingers just barely digging into their stomach. They mentally hoped he found comfort in the texture of his shirt, knowing Ray was even more picky about what fabric he touched with what parts of his body, so Gerard always made a conscious effort to find safe clothes for them both usually.

Gerard let them lay in silence a little while longer before he began his questioning, running his fingers down Ray's neck to prompt him to look up at him. Ray did so after a few seconds of consideration, a deep-set look of vulnerability in his fearful eyes. Gerard wasn't sure how a tall, well-built man of Ray's structure managed to look so much like a little kid who grew up in his brother's shadow whenever he held Ray like this, but he did, and it tugged at their heartstrings in a terrible way. Gerard only knew partially what growing up in someone else's shadow felt like because he and Mikey had talked about it occasionally a few times after they started the band, but (if they had to guess) Ray probably felt worse due to the fact that he had more brothers than Mikey did, meaning there was an even higher expectation for him to do his best compared to them. He isn't used to having all this attention on him, not without a reason behind it, they realized after having thought about some of Mikey's points when they talked previously.

Ray's eyes glittered with tiny tears gathering at the very corners of his doe-brown eyes as he gazed up at Gerard with something akin to shameful wanting, his gentle sniffles bringing Gerard back into the present finally. "What's with the tears, bubba? You're safe here, yeah?" They cooed sweetly and placed a cool hand on Ray's cheek to swipe a pale finger just under his eye, melting internally when Ray leaned into his palm. Ray just shrugged halfheartedly in response to the question about the tears, whimpering quietly in the back of his throat as he leaned closer to Gerard. A soft little sigh left Ray's lips as he allowed his eyes to fall closed again to try and get his emotions reigned back in, a subtle tremble settling in his body as he held on tightly to Gerard. Stability was always something he knew he could rely on with Gerard, ironically enough compared to their own lifestyle, but that was another reason they knew one another so well. Gerard was Ray's constant; something so sporadic and wild that he was comfortable with their self-built insanity, a never-ending stream of consistency that Ray expected and fit with seamlessly. He hated change, unless it was Gerard.

He could rely on Gerard for never changing, and he hoped their love would never change too.

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vinyls-and-valentines · 2 years

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∇ ■ ♦ for cherri:)

∇ - old age/aging headcanon

If Cherri had survived to see the fall of Battery City and beyond, they would've gone and followed Dr. D's example, in that even in their old age they wouldn't fizzle out as a support to their community (although Cherri is far older than Dr. D when they finally die). While running a radio station was never their calling, Cherri does continue to write and publish his poems, inadvertently contributing to the founding of a literary journal, and generally going around helping people as a handyman or teacher. There were a few times where they were offered more permanent or even leading positions which they automatically declined, knowing that they were simply not suited for them.

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Very much always on the road, he usually goes between crashing wherever he is (much to Hyperthrust employees' never-ending annoyance) or his absolutely godawful pickup truck. That said, though, he does technically have a proper base of operation in a gas station out in Zone 5, though it didn't quite feel right living there until much later when he finally got some control over his own life after over a decade of aimlessly drifting around both literally and metaphorically.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

They regularly leave letters at the mailbox for the people they lost. For Newsie, they most often send birthday cards and magazine clippings detailing whatever the latest endeavor beta bugs took on that time. For Chimp, it's whatever carbons they owed her in life "so [she] can't go around telling people [they're] not a man of [their] word" and stories of whatever crazy stunts 'joys have been up to in her absence. For Jet, they send all and any postcards they find with short blurbs on the back about what was there before the Wars or mere theories, as well as any cool glass beads they find. For Poison, they send whatever concert posters they get their hands on and sometimes even tapes jokingly adding they'll want them back whenever they see each other again.

Cherri, Kobra and Ghoul weren't exactly close, but he still tries to write them about the comic books they never got to finish and highlights of BL/i officials absolutely eating shit

#this took a hot minute but in my defense i was running on 1 braincell and now i have at least 2 #killjoys #danger days #agent cherri cola #cherri cola #character headcanons #killjoy headcanons #headcanon #ttlotfk #anon #answered

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gghoulishdelight · 1 year

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hcs for everyone !

(mostly)

headcanons for everyone in my series, brand new city ! check it out :D

kobra kid ;

mikey/kobra is semi verbal

kobra wears its shades so that have to hold eye contact and everyone else thinks hes looking at them (and that hes awake)

kobra uses he/they/it pronouns

party poison ;

party poison makes up for kobra's silence by never shutting up (this is a good thing)

party does drag((?) is it really drag if theyre gn???) and eventually kobra gets caught trying their dresses on and slowly starts to do it with them

party uses they/he pronouns

fun ghoul ;

ghoul has adhd and can't keep still, but jet somehow knows how to calm it down with a simple touch or grabbing it by the back of its neck (think of a mama cat grabbing her kit) and whispering nonsense to calm him

ghoul's brain gets mushy sometimes and he just sits in someones lap and purrs til its brain starts working again

that, or jet holds onto him and lets it press up against xem and bite til it calms down; its not sexual or anything, despite what some think cuz of the noise ghoul makes, it just needs something to ground it while he works through his thoughts and emotions

ghoul spirals a lot / has issues dealing w/ guilt and people pleasing

ghoul bites people when he stims

ghoul communicates via animal noises occasionally, nobody knows why and it refuses to explain

ghoul is a little fucking freak (affectionate) and stares at people like a weirdo when it likes them, yet can never hold eye contact with anyone ever besides jet

hc that BLI sterilize their drac/scarecrow trainees so they don't have to deal w/ any of them being 'out of commission', so ghoul doesnt have to worry about periods or anything but sometimes it has days where it mourns the fact he cant have kids (jet has to go through these days a handful of times before xe learns to not mention kiddos around him)

ghoul uses it/he pronouns

jet star ;

jet has sensory issues and ghoul understands but also cant stop itself sometimes

jet angers easily, while ghoul is sensitive + has rsd

jet cannot understand social cues for the life of him (it takes xer fucking a g e s before xe catches on that party has a thing for xem)

jet and xeyr hair days<3

jet uses he/xe pronouns

the kraken ;

bert doesnt exactly live w/ the 'joys, hes a bit of a groupie and only stops by every couple of weeks to bring party gifts (she only smiles when they ask how they get these things) and hang around for a few days before returning to his hideout

bert uses he/she/it pronouns

show pony / dr. death ;

show pony has a southern drawl and it makes kobra all shy when ae exaggerates it for him<33

dr. d helped ghoul get top surgery and its "forever in his debt" (dr. d tells it not to worry about it but it doesnt listen)

show pony uses ae/he pronouns

dr. d uses he/him pronouns

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gghoulishdelight · 1 year

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i think my heart is ready to die

part two !!

one / two /

kobra's first run is unexciting and quick, but after a run-in with kraken and pony, it's clear he's getting tumbled over a certain roller-skater.

The ride to the gas station is a little more than 15 minutes long with Kobra pushing 80 mph on the motorbike, Party keeping a careful eye out for flashes of white suits or rayguns in the distance. They arrive without any hitches in their plans, Kobra immediately going over to the fueling stations to see if there was any abandoned cars he could siphon gas off of, or even a pump that was still functional and had gas in it. They needed it to drive the Trans-AM if the four of them wanted to go anywhere together; there was no way they'd be able to get a secondary bike, and even that would be pointless due to it's lack of storage.

Party splits off from it to venture inside the store with a little noise of joy, backpack slung over their shoulder and hunting knife in hand as they crept around the decrepit station; their eyes light up at the sight of food and cans still lining the shelves. "Kobes!! Fuckin'— Kobra! C'mere man, we hit the jackpot!" They shout excitedly and dash over to the shelves, opening their bag and placing it on the ground. Party hears something scuffling outside, probably Kobra, whilst they examine the supplies, taking anything medical-related for Ghoul and scanning over the dates on the bagged foods. A sudden shout makes them jump up all of the sudden, the door opening with a noisy clatter and a pile of mismatched limbs falling onto the tiled flooring. Party reaches for his raygun instinctively, unholstering it and aiming before they pause, eyes wide as they recognize the greasy locks of hair and bright blue eyes the second Killjoy has.

"Kobra, that's Bert! Shit, hi!" Party's ecstatic at the sight of their partner, grabbing Kobra up and away from the shorter Killjoy before cuffing it upside the head. They squawk in protest at the action, but it goes unnoticed by the redhead as they tug Bert up into a tight hug. The dark-haired Killjoy giggles and hugs Party back just as tight, combat boots stomping against the tile in an excited fashion. Party pulls away after a long moment, turning back around to reveal his red face to Kobra, hesitating a moment before speaking. "Man.. Fuck, uh— Kobra, this is Bert! Bert's my, uhm, partner. She's... She don't live with us at the Diner, but they stop by e'ry once inna while t' see me 'nd hang out," they explain shyly to their sibling, having a hard time reading what's going through Kobra's mind at this information. Bert sticks out a hand for it to shake, a beaming smile curling on her face when the blonde shakes his hand hesitantly.

"I thought.. Didn't you say you and Ghoul were..?" Kobra's a little confused by all of this information, brows scrunched together the tiniest bit to express the emotion as it looks from Bert to Party. "Well, yea, me 'nd it are a thing too, but 'm also with Bert! think that's called, uh.." Party trails off for a second, looking at Bert for the right word.

"Polyamorous. 'ts called bein' poly, means ya can love more than one person, 'nd if ya lucky, y'can find some other people who can love a lot too," Bert's voice is a little scratchy in her throat but there's a calm gentleness to it as well, completely throwing Kobra off when he stares at it in slight shock; he expected it to match the bold look in it's eyes, knowing now why Party was in love with the other. Despite thinking that his sibling would be someone who sought out others to compliment their flaring personality, they did the exact opposite, finding solace in people who were silent and calm, more than eager to listen to Party's wild ideas rather than hear themselves speak.

Kobra looks back at their aforementioned sibling just in time to see the loving look shining brightly in their eyes, his own being rolled affectionately before he nudges their leg with his boot. "What did you call me in for, again?" "Oh! Uh, i found a lotta stuff in 'ere man, lotta it is still good too," Party beams proudly as they talk of their discovery, both Kobra and Bert perking up at the mention of salvageable goods being found. "Mind if you split it with us? We're runnin' low on some shit," Bert motions outside with one hand as it walks over to the shelving area with the venom brothers, Kobra looking outside curiously while Party just shrugs. "Sure man, don't think Jet'll mind helpin' you lot out. Y'should go get Show though, think ae might wanna meet Kobra so they both know not t' shoot one another," they hum softly and reach to grab their bag. Party gives Bert a quick peck before she runs outside, the redhead bringing the stuff they gathered over to the counter area so he and Kobra could begin splitting things evenly. Kobra keeps glancing over their shoulder, Party eventually catching on and shooting the blonde a teasing grin. "Nervous, Kid?"

"N-no, I just- ..Okay maybe a little bit, but shuddup!" Kobra's quiet voice rises into a soft whine just as the door opens again, Party's giggling laughs echoing in the small building despite trying to stay quiet. "What'cha laughin' at, cherry bomb? Find somethin' that gotta joke onnit?" A new voice, one with a strong southern drawl that makes Kobra's stomach do flips and the tips of its ears go red, carries over Party's giggling. The newest Killjoy seems to glide over to the counter; skates, Kobra puts together the sound of rolling wheels on tile with Killjoy's smooth motions, and watches with wide eyes as their helmet comes off and their dark, shaggy hair spills out over their shoulders. Oh boy.

The devious look in Party's eyes isn't at all comforting to Kobra. Not one bit. "Oh nothin' Pony, jus' teasin' Kobra here 'bout somethin' they were thinkin' 'bout," Party flicks his gaze between Kobra's bright-red face to the confusion on Show Pony's face, giggling again like there was some inside joke going on. Ae just shrugs, looking over the things the two had separated beforehand. "Well lookit y'all, already doin' all th' work for us i see," ae grin delightedly, giving Party a kiss on the cheek with a loud 'smack!', only to giggle when Bert lets out a playful noise of protest. Bert grumbles playful at aer and gives them a light shove so it can bring Party into a strong kiss, getting an eyeroll from aer and Kobra at the same time.

"Getta room, ya horny fucks," Show drawls in a bored tone as they skate behind the counter to stand closer to Kobra, who lets out a little shy noise when it finally sees Pony's full getup. Their eyes look down to confirm their theory of aer wearing skates, before slowly looking upwards, his face growing more and more red at just how much bare skin is being shown. "Like somethin' ya see, pretty boy?" Pony's teasing drawl pulls him out of his head long enough to realize ae had been watching them stare, a little grin on their face and a hand on their hip. Kobra stutters for a good excuse to say, mouth opening and closing like a fish for a few seconds before ae starts to laugh. "I'm jus' teasin' ya sweetheart, I know it'sa lot t' take in when ya's still new to th' Zones," ae soothes gently, yet it only makes Kobra's face flush more and more each time ae speak. Pony just smiles, patient and gentle as Kobra finally finds its voice to introduce themself further.

"I-I'm Kobra. Kobra Kid, 'm Party's sibling. You're Show Pony, r-right?" Kobra stutters out in a quiet voice slowly, picking at the straps on their worn leather gloves as they speak so they don't shut down. Pony nods happily though, looking proud of Kobra for speaking to aer. Their expression stirs something warm in Kobra's chest, a surge of confidence flooding through it's body all of the sudden.

"Yeah! Party's told me 'nd Bert lots 'bout you doll, I was excited t' meet ya when they said you was comin' out here t' join us." Pony giggles a little at the nervous glance Kobra shoots his sibling when ae speak about the stories they were told, receiving a ornery grin from the redhead before Kobra looks back at aer. They stare at one another for a moment later, a comfortable silence in the air if you ignored the sound of Party and Bert making out somewhere behind them, before it was disrupted by the crackle of a radio coming to life.

"Aye, Show, the hell are ya kid? You done with that run yet?" A gruff voice emits from the radio perched on the waistband of Show's tights, the person behind it sounding annoyed by their absence. Pony groans as they unhook the device and start speaking into it, sounding slightly annoyed as well by the interruption the person caused. Ae begin rolling away towards the door, heading back outside with a slight wave at the three. Bert just giggles while Party meets Kobra's confused look, grinning a little at the blushing blonde. "Dr. Death, ae lives with him inna radio shack in Zone 5. I'll drive ya out there one day maybe," they explain, climbing out of Bert's lap to start gathering their things from the counter. Bert follows after them, nudging them with her hip occasionally to tease, but soon enough the two piles are gone and Party is helping Bert carry his stuff out to the truck he and Pony arrived in. The three of them get most of it in the trunk before Pony ventures close again, reporting that Dr. D was having trouble with a Draculoid radio signal again.

Party and Bert sneak back inside for a moment to 'properly say goodbye', as Party put it, leaving Kobra and Show to finish packing up the two's new supplies by themselves. They finish up fairly quickly between the two of them, a calm silence hanging over them as they do so, and leaving time to have a quick chat before the other two finish up inside and they part ways.

"So," Pony starts once the bed of the truck is closed, leaning against it and giving Kobra a curious look, "What'cha think of the rebel life so far, Kid? 's it as grand as ya expected?" There's no tease or bite behind their words, just genuine curiosity about how Kobra feels in the Zones and out of the city. "Oh, uhm.. W-well.. I-I guess? I dunno, I wasn't really thinking about how pleasant it was gonna be out here, I just.. I wanted to get out of there. I missed Pois, they were the one who got me started on realizing how hellish we were living, and once they escaped with Ghoul 'nd Jet, I guess I just wanted to know they were okay..." Kobra's voice trails off as they look out into the desert, the smallest twinge of fear highlighting its voice. He knows Pony is looking at them, it can feel aer gaze on the size of their face, but they can't bring themself to turn and meet their eyes.

"You're honest Kid. I like that. Not to many a' us out 'ere are honest these days, even though we're all jus' tryna make the best a' what the Witch has given us." Show's voice is surprisingly quiet when they speak again, prompting Kobra to look over and see the hauntings of a grim expression shadowing aer face.

The station's door opens again before Kobra has the chance to say anything further or question the expression, Party and Bert tumbling out giggling and looking rumbled. Kobra turns to watch them come closer, surprised when they feel lips meeting their cheek in a soft kiss. They turn their head to look at Pony in shock, but the brunette is already out of its line of sight. He watches aer hop into the driver's side of the rusty truck, a playful glimmer in aer eyes when they meet Kobra's in the rearview mirror. He just tilts his head in question, getting a slight shake of a head and a mischievous grin from aer as an answer.

A small part of Kobra wonders if he could get its hands on a radio like Pony's, so they wouldn't have to travel to communicate.

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Kobra and Party drive off in the direction of the Diner once Party has said his goodbyes to Pony and Bert (again), feeling the happy sigh they let out as they rest their head against his back. He hums out a soft noise for them and grins beneath his helmet when they hum back, finding comfort in the vibration it feels from the noise. It's almost noon when they arrive back home, greeted by Ghoul's excited shouting when it spots their full packs from its place in the garage. Jet wanders xis way out of the Diner at the loud commotion they've started, clad in a ragged workout tank and xeyr raygun tucked into the waistband of xis skinny jeans. His tanned hands are covered in grease and grime from the machinery he had been working on inside, but there's an excited flare in the way xe walked.

"Anythin' excitin' happen out there?" Xe calls out to them as they come to a stop, Party wriggling his way off the bike and tossing xem their pack as they speak. Jet catches it without flinching, slinging it over xis shoulder. "Jus' ran int'a Pony 'nd Kraken, nothin' much. We split the shit though, figured you wouldn't mind seein' as we know some of their stuff goes to Doc," they explain whilst helping Kobra with the bike, hooking its helmet on the handles before letting Ghoul roll it over to the garage.

"How's Doc doin'?" Ghoul chirps curiosity once it returns to Poison's side, green eyes glinting in the sunlight and reminding Party of the oil paints they used to have. "Doin' fine, from what I heard. Grumpy as ever," they grin teasingly, earning a chuckle from both Jet and Ghoul. Jet rocks on xis heels for a moment, making a soft clicking noise with his tongue that Ghoul echoes instinctively. Party's tongue goes to create the noise as well, but their attention is diverted by Kobra coming back outside, this time only wearing skinny jeans and the ugly cheetah print tank it snagged at Tommy Chow's once. Party hated that thing with a burning passion.

Ghoul presses against Party's side all of the sudden with the appearance of the blonde, gaining Party's interest on why the feral being was being so shy all of the sudden. "...What? Why's everyone staring at me like I just walked on water or something?" Kobra's voice bubbles with discomfort despite the little joke they make, causing everyone's eyes to divert and the silence to be broken. Jet lets out a little snort and heads back inside to deposit Party's pack in the main room, knowing they'll sort it all later on. Ghoul just turns to bury his face in Party's side, the redhead slinging an arm around its shoulders to keep it close.

"So, how'd you feel 'bout your first run, Kid?" Party questions with a grin, waggling their eyebrows at the blonde in a teasing manner. Kobra just rolls his eyes at their childish behaviour, fishing out the flimsy pair of sunglasses he had snagged from the gas station without anyone noticing. "Found these in the station, feelin' pretty good," he boasts proudly, popping the bad boys™ on and grinning at the two happily. Ghoul lets out a little giggle at the sight of Kobra grinning so widely at something so simple, but knows it doesn't have any room to tease about simplicity; it got excited whenever it found pins or patches to decorate it's leather jacket with. Party just grins back at their sibling, ruffling Ghoul's hair up once before speaking again. "C'mon, let's go inside before Jet snags alla the good shit."

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Kobra goes to bed that night thinking about Pony again, about how aer voice made him feel and about how they made it feel in general. He sighed, turning over to face the Jet-Ghoul lump resting nearby. He didn't say anything, just stared, and stared, and stared. Nothing came to mind about the feeling he was experiencing. They'd have to ask Jet about it more tomorrow, maybe. It couldn't ask Party without risking it's secret being spilled.

A small movement catches Kobra's attention again before he can drift off, meeting green eyes in the darkness when they emerge from the pile of tangled limbs. They stare at one another for a long minute, both surprised at catching one another and trying not to spook the other either. Ghoul moves first, scurrying away to the bathroom before Kobra had a chance to talk. Kobra just sighs, letting its eyes fall shut and exhaustion weigh on his limbs. He'd just ask Ghoul about it tomorrow...

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gghoulishdelight · 1 year

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i think my brain is rotting in places ...

part one of brand new city !

one / two /

withdrawals suck, especially when you've never known complete sobriety, but kobra manages with his sibling there to help him out.

The sound of retching echoes dully in the desert landscape. A scattered satellite-star mixture twinkles down from an inky sky at the venom brothers, who are hunched behind the dusty diner they reside in. The newly-named Kobra Kid clutches a metal pail to his chest as the affects of withdrawal run their course through his thin frame, their sibling squatting close by with a worried look on their face. Their red hair whips feather-soft against their cheek as he watches his kid brother get sick again and again, the bottle of water in their hand crinkling being the only other sound besides Kobra's labored breathing. After a few seconds of absolute silence, Party shakily uncaps the bottle and passes it over to their brother, carefully trading the bottle for the gross pail, which gets set aside to be cleaned in the morning.

"Drink," they murmur gently, brushing bleach-blonde bangs soaked in sweat away from Kobra's forehead; Party was still not over the shock of blonde their brother decided to do when he got out here. Sure, they have cherry-red hair that sticks out like a sore thumb compared to Jet's curly mane and Ghoul's grimy ink-black locks, but still.

"This is so gross," the sound rasps in Kobra's throat as they finally find their voice and lean their head back against the wall, a hot sigh puffing into the cold air in a thin veil of mist. Party only giggles softly before they move to sit beside him, wrapping their arm around his shoulders to pull it close. "Yeah, ain't nothin' pretty 'bout comin' off joy. I know ya weren't out here when I was goin' through mine, but I can assure ya it was equally, if not more, gross. Even I couldn't make it look good," Party sighs dramatically with a small shake of their head, earning a quiet snort and a little poke in the ribs from Kobra's bony elbow. "Oh hush, I don't wanna hear it."

They sit in silence for a while longer, watching the dark sky slowly turn into a blend of quiet greys and gentle blues. Party thinks that Kobra has fallen asleep, just about to try and pick it up to carry them inside, but Kobra's head shifts on their chest. They look down to see him looking up at them with a strange look in its eyes. They quirk an eyebrow up in question, familiar with Kobra's inability to voice their thoughts sometimes. It takes a moment, but eventually they talk.

"The city. Are we ever going back?" It whispers almost silently, taking notice of the way Party tenses up and just barely digs their fingers into its shoulder. "No," they reply shortly, voice gaining a sharp, defensive edge as they talk, "No, Kid, we ain't ever goin' back there, not unless it's to fight. There ain't nothin' left for us in that place. Not anymore." Party's voice holds an air of finality when they finish speaking, feeling Kobra's head nod along with their words. They stroke their calloused fingers through his messy, pale locks once more before nudging it gently, prompting it to stand. "C'mon, up. Let's get back inside b'fore we freeze out here." Kobra obliges with a grunt, standing on shaky legs and pocketing the leftover water bottle in his jacket. Party leads it back inside to their shared room, the both of them sharing a smile at the sight of a Jet-Ghoul pile occupying the bed on the opposite side of the room, the curtain that usually separated the brother's room from Jet and Ghoul's pulled back tonight. They climb into their respective beds, sharing a final, whispered 'goodnight' before they slip into sleep. They both miss the green eyes glinting at them from the darkness, watching them with a careful, guarded eye.

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Bright, loud mornings melded into quiet, hazy nights for Kobra during the next couple of days as he lay on its bed in a state of semi-consciousness, only sitting up to eat and drink whenever Party practically forced it down their throat. It knew it wasn't anything serious, just the last affects of the Joy finally wearing off. He remembered how similar it felt to being on the pill however, days melting into one another whenever he was in the city.

On the fourth day, they were finally lucid enough to stand up and walk out into the main room of the diner, where he was greeted by the other three sitting together in a booth, chatting amicably with one another.

Three sets of eyes were quick to snap in his direction as he ventured out into the light, a faint blush of embarrassment dusting its cheeks as they realize how ragged they must look. "Uhm.."

"Kobes! C'mon, come sit!" Party saves their ass from having to start a conversation right away, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of their mouth as they beckon him over eagerly. They shuffle over to take a seat beside their brother at the table, which was shaking the tiniest bit for whatever reason, finally coming face-to-face with Fun Ghoul for the first time; they'd met before when Kobra escaped the city with the gang's help, but Kobra couldn't really remember much about that day just yet, and only really remembers seeing the three's masks during the escapade.

Fun Ghoul's hazel-green eyes are fiery and ansty for the split second they meet Kobra's, staring at him with a burning intensity that revealed the way its skin itched with the need to thrash and bounce around, wanting to tear at its skin and fight a thousand dracs with its bare hands, before its eyes flicked away and instead looked to Jet. Jet Star, who had coffee brown eyes with a passionate glint in them, who's gentle smile was reflected in the gentle curve of xeyr jaw and the lines around xis eyes that were a result of him smiling so often. Jet was better at holding his and Party's gaze steadily, one of xyr hands slipping off of the table to disappear beneath it. The light tremble in the table suddenly paused as he did so, Ghoul emitting a muted whimper before burying itself further into Jet's side.

Kobra simply watches them interact with wide eyes, staying silent and absorbing their interactions curiously; Party was already fairly used to Ghoul's ansty behaviour and how it calmed entirely at Jet's touch, the itching tension bleeding out of Ghoul slowly and surely, leaving it a purring pile of sleepy smiles and slurred words. Nobody says a word for a few seconds, a slight tension in the air, before Party starts rambling about a gas station southwest they saw a few days ago to Jet, who nods along with their words and starts chatting back after a few seconds of silence on xyr end.

Kobra was happy to sit silently and just listen, its eyes flicking from his sibling's face to Jet's, then returning to the side of Ghoul's half-hidden face, pressed against Jet's sturdy arm in a way that probably would've been painful to anybody else. He watches Ghoul's bitten-red lips part to allow needy gasps to escape into the dusty air, watches the way his body trembles the smallest bit, tensing and biting at Jet's sleeve for a quick second before relaxing once more, panting hotly as he calms down again. It's mesmerizing almost, watching the expressions that flit across the ravenette's face as it calms, the glint of his teeth and the visible way he goes slack once he's worked through whatever is troubling it.

Ghoul's eyes flutter open all of the sudden, catching Kobra by surprise when their eyes meet immediately, knowing he's been caught staring. They flush with embarrassment, pale cheeks dusted with a dark red before he looks away and down at their twisting fingers. He feels a gaze still boring into him even after he's done so, knowing it's Ghoul's still, and they risk a glance upwards; Ghoul's eyes are calm and clear now, a strange sense of vulnerability resting in its hues as it just stares. It doesn't meet his eyes, but rather.. stares at his lips?

"Kobes, whaddya think about goin' t' see if we can get anythin' outta that station? Think it'd be a good way for ya t' get used t' goin' on runs," Party flicks his eyes over to his little sibling to see if they're still listening, taking note of the way they jump a little and turn to look at them with wide eyes, like a desert rat caught in headlights. "Uhm.." They snicker quietly, nudging Kobra with a teasing smirk. "Y'gotta listen Kobes, 'else you'll get stuck doin' somethin' y'don't remember agreein' to," Party chirps cheerfully, not missing the way Ghoul is still staring holes into Kobra's skin practically. The blonde simply nods however, scrambling to get up from the table to allow Party to stand.

"Y-yeah, yeah, we can.. Yeah," Kobra stutters nervously and shifts back and forth on his feet, giving Jet and Ghoul one last look-over before it dashes out the door to retrieve their bike. Poison just sighs and rolls his eyes affectionately, giving a little shake of his head. They stand finally, stretching out their spindly limbs with satisfying clicks and cracks, before leaning over to kiss Ghoul on the forehead. "Sweet boy," they murmur quietly, loving the way Ghoul squirms at the praise before ducking into Jet's side completely now. Jet just giggles, breathy and sweet, and holds the smallest killjoy as close as xe possibly can. "Go on Pois, go get'cha kid brother b'fore this poor thing dies from bein' teased." Jet is teasing them both when xe speaks of course, rubbing a hand up and down Ghoul's side to help it feel protected while the other hand makes shooing motions at Party.

Party obliges with a snorting giggle, little teeth peeking from behind their thin lips as they scurry away from their teammates and outside to go retrieve Kobra, who's already on their (newly-stolen,) shared bike and has his helmet on. The visor of the helmet is still up, Kobra's eyes meeting theirs with a fiery smirk crawling on their face.

"Let's go blow this bitch, Kid."

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