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iris-of-bliss · 8 months

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Bathroom Break [18+]

Summary: You and the two Black Dragon boys go to personal business in a public restroom. Kano was getting annoyed about not being able to see you, but that makes it all the better for Kabal.

Pairing(s): Kabal/F!Reader/Erron Black

Warning(s): Teasing, Oral, Praise Kink, Double Penetration

The night of the Black Dragon Fight Club has been wild so far. Hollered cheers through the crowd keep up the energy of the competition between newcomers Kira and Kobra. Kano is seen watching from the distance on his so-called throne in the bar area. He is on his third bottle of beer as he waits impatiently for the clan’s top nurse. You were supposed to patch the fighters up after their fight ends, which will take a while since submitting to the fight was not an option for them. There is going to be one winner after the other gets knocked out eventually. Aside from that, Kano needed to have some sort of “private discussion” with you later. Though, this would be far from a talk you might have assumed he planned. He knows for sure that you, Kabal, and Erron were going at it in privacy. He had gotten jealous, but you didn’t care about how he feels. You never liked him. No, you despise him. You only joined the Black Dragon for the money…and a couple of handsome men.

While the fight continued on, the ring leader catches earth elemental ninja Tremor approaching him at the corner of his eye. He remembered handing out a job for him to sell off or trade weapons with god knows who. The earth ninja speaks with his usual heavy tone, “I have taken care of the weapons, Kano. What else do you need of me?”

“Eh, nothing else really,” Kano replies, “Besides, have you found our nurse lately? I’ve been meaning to talk to her all day.”

“Which one?”

“You know what I’m talkin’ about. The one with the fine piece of ass?”

His response causes Tremor to grow already irritated. He wishes for a well needed break after doing endless chores for his boss the entire day. The ninja’s eyebrows furrow and ends the conversation before walking off, ��I will head off to meditate.”

“Fine, go ahead and do your yoga,” Kano becomes annoyed whilst downing his beer.

Kano leans back to cross his legs to the side of the bar. He taps the side of his shoe against the surface in an impatient manner as he watches the fight go on. Where the hell were you? It wouldn’t be a surprise if you were messing around with the two mercenaries again. Kano has had it and utters to himself, “Damn it, where the everlovin’ fuck is she?”

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“That’s it, just like that, babydoll,” Erron coos down to you while you were busy sucking off his cock. The restroom has been empty since the three of you entered inside. You share one of the stalls to commit filthy acts once again, although it was a bit full, but not too crammed. Erron sat on the toilet seat as he watches you on your knees tasting away his length. The cowboy grips your hair gently to help keep up the pace. Kabal watches you from the corner of the stall, his back leaning against the spot with arms crossed. He didn’t mind watching you suck Black off. The way you bobbed your head back and fourth whilst gripping his jeans looked amazing to him. This made the session for you all the more thrilling.

Erron groans after feeling the tip of your tongue tease underneath the shaft, “Fuck. You weren’t wrong about her being this good.”

“Damn right I’m not,” Kabal snickered. Erron thought you would be good at giving head in some way, but this was way better than he expected. Those smooth tongue motions you made stroking around his cock, tasting every spot of the skin. You felt warm around him, and his hips start to rock in slow movements. The cowboy sighs as soon as he feels his sex twitch in your mouth. He was about to get close, but just enough for you to get off him.

“Alright, sugar, time to get off,” he spoke before you pulled back, “go ahead and handle speedy back there.”

The merc leans forward to unzip his cargos as you turn to face him. He signals you to get close to him before you motion yourself towards his now exposed length. He kept stroking himself to get more erect for you and aims the head close to your lips. Erron begins to watch you while he strokes himself as well to keep his dick hard for the finale.

Kabal soon demands darkly, “Be sure to suck me good, doll face.”

You nod as you proceed to plant a few kisses on it. Afterwards, your lips take in the head first, then slid down to his shaft. He releases a low moan from the tease as you began to bob your head again. You can feel one of his hands grip a handful of your hair, caressing through the soft strands. Your face turns into a slight red as you moan on his cock. Kabal bucks into you a little, seeming as if he was trying to penetrate your mouth.

“You’re so good at this,” he utters, “Good with your mouth and taking me in like this…”

You hum around his cock and sucked a bit quicker. All of this oral has been making your cunt wet for both of them. You guide your hands above the waist of his cargos to tug at them, taking him in deeper. Savoring his entire length inside you made Kabal’s stomach twitch. He bites his lip and shuts his eyes tight whilst whispering swears to himself. He was already getting close to his release thanks to your oral experience. As much as Kabal wanted to keep going, he didn’t want his plan to pass by. He then pulls your mouth off him with a string of saliva breaking off from between. You pant for some air and look up at him, awaiting for what happens next. You can hear your boyfriend catch his breath as well.

“Damn, honestly wish you could just finish us off,” Kabal grins before signaling you to get up, “Come here, sweetheart.”

You take Kabal by his hand to stand up and lick your lips. He takes your other hand with both pairs of eyes softly looking into each other. This would be one of the sweeter moments during the lewd acts of intimacy, even though he invited his friend over. Kabal starts landing kisses on your lips before you return the favor. He tugs at the hem of your shirt, reminding you to strip off. You did as he wanted and remove all of your clothes until remaining fully nude. The merc’s hands snake down your sides to further admire your figure like a vision of art. Erron sneaks up from behind you until rubbing his length against your ass, causing you to yelp. Kabal then slides his hand down your hip only to lift it up his side. You wrap you arms around his neck to prevent from falling. He then looks at Black.

“Lend me a hand,” Kabal orders him, “I’ll hold onto her legs, you take the waist.”

“With pleasure,” the cowboy replied, “Ain’t that right, sugar?”

The way he says that nickname made your spine shiver. You allow both men to pick you up while holding onto the speedster. What were these two scheming? Kabal lifts your legs up just enough for the knees to align with your head. Erron keeps ahold of your waist from behind. Preparation wasn’t on your mind until feeling both holes enter inside of you. The unexpected entries made you mewl with lust. Shifting and throbbing of cocks making you full doesn’t stop you from biting your lip and whimpering. This scenario could be seen as some wet dream, but no, this was happening in reality.

Kabal kisses your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “Get ready for a ride, doll face.”

You hold him for dear life before they begin thrusting into you. The sensation felt so good this way. The endless bouncing on both cocks made you end up gripping the fur of Kabal’s jacket. You throw your head back to Black’s shoulder through those sinful cries. He places kisses along your cheek as you turn to your side. This gave Kabal clear access to your neck, biting and licking at the base. Sounds of husky breathing across your skin makes your eyes roll back. The atmosphere feels so good. No, it feels perfect actually. You were already sweating from all the fucking and heat between the men.

Erron let out a chuckle, “I bet you’re liking how this feels, babydoll.”

“You enjoy us fucking you good, isn’t that right?”

Their flirting makes you moan further, “Ah! Y-yes, more!”

“Sounds like it.”

Kabal tightly holds you from under your hips, pushing them back just a little more. He kisses up to your jawline before making it to your lips to silence you. Erron kisses the back of your head and brings a hand to your breast, squeezing it gently whilst teasing at your nipple. You can tell that you were close as sounds of wet skin slapping and hitched moans were apparent. Your legs were getting weak whereas the men continue to fuck you tirelessly. They’ve got plenty of stamina to plow you inside a restroom like this. Any disturbance is less important to them at the moment. If they were to come by, they just ignore it. These guys are Kano’s top mercenaries after all.

“Oh god! I’m about to,” you speak breathlessly.

“You’re about to what?” Kabal asks.

“I’m about to cum! Please finish me!”

Erron’s lips brush your ear, “I think we all are, babydoll.”

Kabal and Erron kiss all over you during the climax. You hold onto both of them by the back of their heads. Loud mewls spill out of you, causing echos from within the empty area. They were loud enough for a passerby to hear. Both men erupted moans as the three of you came to the end. Your body snaps and rides out the high. Your voice is shaky regardless of how much air you take in. The men caress you skin to help calm down. They gave you a sweet kiss on the lips before pulling out carefully one at a time. Thankfully there was enough toilet paper left for them to clean up. You were set down on the floor to get taken care of first before managing the rest. You were too tired to walk again. Hell, your legs feel useless anyway.

Out of nowhere, you hear the sound of a knock from the door. The three of you jump from the sudden noise. Were you guys too loud? Did anyone notice you fucking in the restroom? Either way, you were already caught. Kabal utilized his quick thinking before coming up with an idea, “I’ll go check for someone outside. If it’s clear, I’ll signal you to take her to my bunk.”

Erron nods before he carries you bridal style, waiting for the signal. The speed demon walks out of the stall and peeps the restroom door open. Strangely, no one seems to be there. There has to be someone near, right?

“It’s clear. Now go,” Kabal alerts Erron, his voice kept as quiet as possible. He opens the door for him to get out with you. Erron looks back and forth in the hallway before heading to his friend’s room. The merc watches from the distance until he senses a large presence behind him.

“Kano is in need for someone.”

The voice made him jump and let out a sigh of relief that it wasn’t Kano. He recognizes the heavy voice belonging to Tremor. Kabal turns to the rock ninja, “You scared the hell out of me, jackass. Besides, he’s not gonna make an appointment with the top nurse tonight.”

“You knew?”

“Sure I do. I’m not letting that rat bastard lay a single finger on her.”

Tremor raised a brow at his statement. It was obvious he had no idea you two were a thing. He believed you were only going at it for fun. It wasn’t just him, though. A lot of other Black Dragon members assumed the same thing. Your relationship was none of his business anyway.

“Alright then, I will head off. I’m not letting your foolishness get into my business,” Tremor turns to walk away.

“I beg your pardon?”

The ninja halted to look back over his shoulder, “I said what I said. Now go ahead and finish what you were doing.”

Kabal watches Tremor walk off elsewhere. He rolls his eyes before dashing back in to snatch your clothes. Kano isn’t earning a chance to mess with you. Not on his watch.

#mortal kombat #mk kabal #kabal #kabal x reader #mk erron black #erron black #erron black x reader #fanfic #blissfic #n/sfw

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bunn-iiii · 4 months

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new headcanon fuckin dropped, kobra kid likes to clean up the diner. he in fact has labeled spots for most everything in the common areas and his room (he stays away from everyone's private rooms because "that would be a nightmare to clean and upkeep"). So usually every other day kobra comes through and throws away trash, puts thing away, stores the toys the girl isn't using, and all that. Sometimes ve will even sweep if ve knows they aren't planning on going anywhere soon. He does it because it helps ven feel a little bit in control of the situation, plus it helps when ve's feeling anxious to just turn his brain off and put things in a designated place and throw stuff away. And none of the other's are complaining, it means they don't have to do it. Occasionally Party or Jet tried to help but it didn't end well each time with things in the incorrect places or not even put away, which caused kobra to be more stressed than before. they learned after that to just let kobra do it and not get in venoms way.

#ttlotfk #danger days #headcanons #kobra kid #party poison #jet star

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lily-drake · 4 months

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The Demon's Queen

Chapter 17

First <> Previous

Mari is 18 Damian is 19

“Okay, let's start the trimonthly meeting,” Superman announced from the head of the table. The Watchtower was filled with the founding members of the Justice League to go over everything that had happened in the last three months, which was a lot.

“Well let’s begin with the most major events,” Batman grumbled, “There were four mass scale alien invasions that involved the whole League plus Young Justice.”

“Thankfully we were able to solve two of them with civil treaty talk,” Wonder Woman chimed in, a gentle smile on her lips as she reminisced on the events.

“The other two had to be captured which resulted in the mass destruction of New York, New Jersey, Missouri, California, and Oregon,” Black Carny listed, “from there we had to help pay for reconstruction. Batman, how much did we have to pay?”

Batman gave the whole League his normal flat look, seemingly unimpressed with the group. “$1.6 billion,” he growled, scowling at the rest of the members, most of which didn’t meet his gaze.

“Right!” Superman exclaimed. “We’ll go over the cost of everything at the end. Next on the agenda is reconnaissance missions and what we’ve learned.”

“The Young Justice team has gone on nearly fifteen missions in the past three months, most of which were successful. From their hard work we were able to prevent five Kobra-Venom shipments,” Flash began to quickly list off, “having skimmed the reports, the few that went off the rails were quickly resolved and handled by other members of the JLA. Going along those lines it was also discovered tha-”

A loud ringing went off and everyone looked back at Superman with a blank stare. “Sorry everyone, it’s one of my emergency lines that I give to citizens, let me juuust-oh.” After Superman had removed the small device his face fell from his usual cheery demeanor into something more tired and solemn. “It’s Mrs. Dupain-Cheng again.”

There were a few frustrated sighs from around the room, others simply shaking their heads in exasperation. As of today it had been one full year since one Marinette Dupain-Cheng had officially gone missing. She and her husband had been calling them every few weeks demanding updates, but the truth was that they hadn’t found anything. Even when Tim had thought he had gotten a lead, it ended up falling flat as there was nothing they could deduce purely from black clothes.

Not only that, but ever since her disappearance, there hasn’t been a single magical attack, which has made looking for her a lower priority. It wasn’t that they wanted her to stay missing or for a lack of scouting, but the matter of fact was that they were dealing with bigger active threats on a day-to-day basis, and there were simply no clues as to where she could be. They let the message go to voicemail and continued on the meeting with a more sober tone.

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Ladybug and Chat Noir Were the Villains All Along–An Informative Article About the Truth Behind Akuma Attacks and the “Heroes” Who “Protected” Paris.

16:24 Written by: J. Jona Jámesón (previously hosted on Wild Safari) & Raine Coffee Chaos

It has now been officially one year since Paris’ so-called “heroes” have vanished, along with the emotional terrorist known as Hawkmoth. The last sighting of the heroes was during the last battle with the Akumatized victim known as The Reaper, a twelve-year-old boy that has chosen to remain anonymous.

In that last battle, the video was captured of the Akuma, The Reaper, having the ability to take the lives of any person or being that came near their scythe or made direct eye contact. Other videos taken by popular blogger, Alya Césaire, showed that both of our heroes greatly struggled with this Akuma, where Chat Noir once more fell victim to it, and once more Ladybug barely succeeded on her own. Since the end of that battle both our heroes have simply disappeared along with the villain that brought them to light in the first place; which begs the question: were they ever heroes to begin with?

*video of final akuma attack from “The Ladyblog” filmed by Alya Césaire*

Take that masked menace the Flash, for example. He presents himself as a protector of the masses with his super speed, but has a suspiciously cordial relationship with his ‘Rogues gallery’. These villains are known to have a moral code, avoiding unnecessary harm to innocents and children while committing their various nefarious crimes. It’s more than likely that they’re in cahoots with Flash; pulling off their various stunts with him acting as the “hero”. Making it so that the police cannot properly do their jobs. He is wrongly adored by the unsuspecting masses in Central City, even having a museum! Perhaps he cooperates with the Rogues in a desire for attention and infamy!

However, just as people worship the Flash, the people of Paris worship Ladybug and Chat Noir. And now that Parisians are no longer afraid to talk about the atrocities inflicted on them, it has been widely speculated the heroes that Parisians so heavily relied on were mere children ! If we study the very first video taken of Ladybug and Chat Noir five years ago compared to the most current video of them, it is obvious that the both of them had grown and matured at the same rate as an average teenager. A set of teenagers could never accomplish what Ladybug and Chat Noir have done on their own! There must have been someone behind the scenes.

*Photo of Ladybug and Chat Noir side-by-side during Stone Heart right next to an image of Ladybug and Chat Noir side-by-side during The Reaper *

Who’s to say that, in the end, these kids were not in fact working with Hawkmoth the entire time? Their job: to create mass fear and panic among the citizens of Paris so that everyone would fear for the safety of themselves and the children, who were most at risk if you look at the Akuma, Gigantitan, who was only 5 months when first akumatized, and was targeted nearly 18x after through the years for minuscule, child-like frustrations.

From this prolonged fear-epidemic, studies have shown a mass decrease in mental health and an extreme increase in the unhealthy coping skill of suppressing emotions so as not to be a target. This in turn has led to a massive increase of people searching for and spending on therapists, where there is a shortage of them in Paris. Commonly referred to as the ‘Captive Hearts Epidemic’. And with the government being unwilling to bring in more from outside the city, and France as a whole unwilling to bring more in from out of the country, it is not hard to believe that this was a ruse for people to spend more money to big Healthcare Companies. We have already seen time and time again that Mayor Bourgeois is a corrupt politician only interested in putting more euros in his own private account. It is not hard to believe that he paid off these children and mysterious entities to terrorize the city into buying higher and more expensive health plans, especially since any damage done by these so-called heroes–rather conveniently–just magically disappears; so he never has to worry about paying for any reconstruction.

This war has gone on for over five years without end. The very sudden disappearance of Paris’ heroes and villains without so much as a warning is far too suspicious. It makes no sense as Ladybug and Chat Noir have had no trouble making public appearances and taking interviews. It’s obvious they care about how they are portrayed through the media, so why disappear without telling anyone unless they were caught and forced to give it up? Are we truly in the clear, or are we just coming home to a peaceful disaster?

17:07 RenaRougeOfficial:

How dare you make up such blatant lies and falsehoods! Ladybug and Chat have defended and rescued our people every day, putting aside everything in their lives for us.

Instead of trying to vilify them, why not think of the actual reason they disappeared. Perhaps they defeated Hawkmoth and decided to leave the scene to live in peace. Or maybe they got injured when defeating Hawkmoth and didn’t want anyone to know. Or perhaps it’s because

“Ohhh, that’s a good one Alya, here add this,” Adrien jumped in, startling Alya from her rant filled with righteous fury. She was forcefully pushed aside as Adrien began to type on the keyboard, adding to her rant.

you are just lacking in brain cells. Ladybug and Chat Noir risked their lives every single day so that this city, this world even, could continue on. They put the world on their shoulders knowing that if they failed then the universe itself could have been destroyed. Stop trying to destroy the heroes' reputations simply because you want clicks and views.

“And, send!” Alya announced, slamming her finger on the button. “Now, onto the next one,” she declared while opening a new tab.

“Okay, that’s enough you two,” Nino called out.

“Oh come on Nino! Just one more,” his girlfriend begged.

“You said that five articles ago. I’ve only tolerated you two doing this for so long because of the day. But if you keep going we’re gonna be late,” Nino barged in, powering off the computer before either could do much as protest.

Adrien and Alya looked away from Nino, a deep sadness penetrating their hearts, the same sadness they had been trying to ignore all day, all year really.

Nino watched as Adrien rubbed at his finger, twisting a ring that was no longer there. He had been an absolute wreck the day it had gone missing, saying that it was a parting gift from his mother. Nino could tell he was lying, but didn’t pry as, at the time, it looked like he had just watched someone die. And then with the news of a mysterious attacker stabbing both his father and Nathalie had both been stabbed in their own home and had nearly died of blood loss. Even though he was a terrible dad, Nino didn’t think he deserved that . And Marinette was still missing. It felt as if everything was falling apart at the seams.

"Let's head over to the bakery. Tom and Sabine are waiting for us," he whispered, turning away from his two friends so they wouldn't have to see his pain.

@The_Official_Ladyblog

The Truth of Paris’ Heroes: A Response to the Forgetful

22:34 Written by: Alya Cesaire

It has, unfortunately, come to my attention that there have been some doubts about the sincerity of our heroes and their intentions in fighting for our city. While my beliefs have personally never been shaken, I know that I was able to get to know the heroes on a much more personal level than most. The heroes were, as has been speculated, children. They never confirmed this to me, but I genuinely believe it to be true.

I believe that our heroes were in the same age range as myself, and as such, they were more comfortable opening up to me about the struggles they faced while they were saving our lives.

Ladybug used to cry to me, about how she had to lie to her family about who she was. About how she felt she was a bad friend for having to run away to fight a battle she never wanted to be a part of.

Chat Noir shared how isolated he felt. How he felt free in the suit compared to his life at home. How he had little to no support group to help share the burden of his secret.

They were indeed children, fighting in a war they had no reason to be fighting. They put their lives on the line every time there was an attack. They showed up for us without fail each and every time we needed them, and this is how we repay them?

This is how we thank them?

We come at them, with accusations and cruel assumptions in response to their sacrifices. They gave their very lives for Paris over and over again, and yet here they stand; accused of participating in the crimes they fought so desperately against. How is this fair to them?

How could we treat them this way?

I personally, would like to apologize. Not to Ladybug, the symbol of hope for Paris. Not to Chat Noir, the very definition of Loyalty. But to the people behind the mask. To the children behind the masks.

I’m sorry for how we have treated you, for the suspicion that has been cast upon you. For the doubts we have held as you held the very world on your shoulders. Thank you for always giving your life, for continuously fighting despite your own doubts, and for saving us every day without fail. I know better than anyone, that we did not deserve you.

I hope you find your peace, in the aftermath of Hawkmoth.

__________ Ever since her mission, things had changed in the base. No longer were the other assassins skirting around her, giving her side glances, and weirdly enough, they were no longer ignoring her. When she had first come back, Tomoe had kept her in the medical wing for three days, where during that time The Boy had come in to check on her wounds, before leaving without a word. She had brushed it off as him wanting to make sure his prized possession was still capable of doing his dirty work, but there was something in his eyes she simply couldn’t place.

Then when she had left she could feel the eyes on her. One of the members even gave her a bow of greeting.

“Samiet 'anak dhahabt fi muhimat mae abn awa li'iinqadh baed al'atfali. eamil jid,” one of the others grunted. It took her a moment, but she was able to mentally translate it to, Heard you went on a mission with the Jackals to rescue some kids. Good work. It made something in her feel warm. Valued even. The feeling lasted her the whole day. But there was always a dark feeling in the back of her mind. The reminder of what she was forced to do to free those kids haunting her day and night.

Her thoughts often wondered to the kids. She had blacked out before she could even know what happened to them, but nobody knew, nobody except one person and she wasn’t going to go searching him out. Granted she didn’t have to as he came to her.

Marinette had been reading the book Talia had given her–it was in Arabic so it took her a long time to translate making it a very slow read–but she had been reading it for so long that her head was starting to hurt. Laying down on the small cot she stared at the beige ceiling, imaging the night sky. As of her mission she had been less restricted, allowed to move more freely around the base. Maybe she could use that to her advantage. Setting the tome back on her small dresser. The idea came with some risk, but at this point she was willing to take it.

Carefully sliding the dagger she was now allowed to keep into its sheath at her hip she exited her room, stalking through the halls on light feet. Making sure that nobody noticed or followed her as she made her way to the stairs that lead to one of the towers that overlooked the base. Slowly she went through the small trap door before closing it behind her. There above her was the starry sky in all of its glory. It was a warm night that carried a gentle breeze strong enough to brush her hair aside every so often. The stars glowed brightly as the full moon shone down its ethereal light upon the whole mountain top.

From her perch she watched as the tall grass and wild flowers danced and bowed with the wind, listened to the sound of the night life playing around her, the feeling of being a mere spectator in this moment, the-

“What are you doing up here?”

Marinette nearly jumped out of her skin as she spun while pulling out her dagger in one swift move only to come face-to-face with The Boy. She felt her grip tighten on the hilt of the blade, but didn’t move.

“I asked you a question,” he demanded blankly.

Her eyes narrowed, but slowly she stood from her stance while sheathing the dagger. “I just wanted to see the stars. Am I not allowed even after completing your mission?”

He didn’t respond, just stared her down, his green eyes almost glowing in the moonlight. They stayed like that for a few minutes, staring into the others eyes before he broke the silence asking, “How are you faring?”

The question took her by surprise. How was she supposed to respond to that ? “What do you mean?” She questioned, crossing her arms in front of her.

She watched as he slowly walked past her toward the wall, staring out at the base. “I know that the first kill can be…onerous.”

Marinette stared at him like he had grown a second head, none of this made sense. “Did you think I was going to kill myself?”

“No, however it is best to not dwell on those thoughts alone.”

“Well I was trying not to think about it right now, but as you so generously brought it up I guess I must spill my soul to you,” she replied sardonically.

“Tt.”

Marinette took a few steps away from him, watching him as she leaned against the stone railing. His face never changed, always stoic, as if it were carved from stone. His forest green eyes moved from side to side, scanning the area around him. His hair was kept short, though the tips of his bangs brushed against his forehead as the wind continued to blow. His shoulders tense, as if ready for a strike.

They stayed silent, minutes passing between them as they stared out the distance. “Why me?”

She heard him sigh tiredly, not even looking at her as he spoke, “I already told you that. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“No. There is no way that you looked at me as Ladybug and me as Marinette and thought that I could ever be qualified to run this,” she stated, swinging her arm out at the end as if showcasing the base.

“You still doubt yourself,” he grunted, shaking his head disappointedly before turning to face her, looking her directly in her eyes.

“I will not repeat myself again, so listen closely, Marinette. As Ladybug I saw your tenacity, bravery, strategic prowess, and dedication you held. Even as Marinette you still held those exact traits, because even though you might have believed that you and Ladybug were two different people, the truth is that is simply not possible and you know it. Even if you feel less confident you lead your class of fools with strength. You never put yourself above your duty. Even with the knowledge that you were killing yourself, you still took on the responsibility of ensuring the safety of your home. I admire those traits, they are what make you a competent leader, and I believe that you would be an excellent asset in the League’s legacy.”

Marinette stared at him in disbelief, brows furrowing as she replayed his words in her mind. “I’m not just some asset you can use for your games! Have you forgotten that I’m a person too?”

“Of course you are, I have never stated that you are not,” he huffed, a brow lifting as he spoke.

“Yes you did! You have since the day I met you! You only think of me as some sort of weapon, just another tool you can use. Well I’m not a tool! I only saved those kids because it was the right thing to do! But you don’t even care, do you? If you did, then those kids would be somewhere safe!”

“They are safe! Each of them were returned to their families,” he stated firmly, stopping Marinette in her rant. It was the first time she had heard him show any emotion in his voice. “And those without a family were given the choice to either join the League and learn to fight for themselves or be sent to safe foster homes where they would be protected from being put in such a situation ever again.”

Marinette stared at him in awe, she hadn’t expected that. She had truly thought that he would have forced all of the kids to join like he had her, or he would have hid them away somewhere else to keep them quiet.

“Then why didn’t I get a choice?!” She yelled, tears of frustration pricking at her eyes, “Why has everyone here gotten a choice but me?”

Here he finally hesitated, turning his head away with furrowed brows. They stood there for many moments, Marinette trying to catch her breath as her shoulders remained tense.

“It’s late…”

“Is that all you have to say?! You can’t even answer this one, simple question?”

“You should go back to bed.” And with those final words he retreated back down into the base leaving a simmering Marinette atop the parapet.

“HA! That was real smooth, Lover Boy,” Plagg goaded as Damian walked briskly through the halls.

“What are you going on about?” Damian demanded angrily as he snatched the pocket sized god out of his hair. How the infernal beast was able to hide there so often without his notice he still could not discover.

Plagg gave him a large Cheshire grin as he stared up at the boy, “I’ve seen a lot of fighting in my life, but nothing compares to these.”

Damian rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh. Sure he admired Marinette and her tenacity, but she was just so infuriating! She was obstinate, brash, an idealist, and argumentative. There was always a blazing fire behind her sapphire eyes, always alight with the need to prove herself. It was as aggravating as it was endearing.

Shoving the small, laughing god into one of his hidden pockets he entered his rooms and tried to push away the question he could not answer that echoed in his mind.

“Can you believe him, TIkki?! First he demands I answer his question then he refuses to answer mine, and not only that but he runs away! Can you believe that Tikki?!” Marinette turned to her right looking up in the air expecting to see her small red and black friend, but was met with nothing. Marinette clenched her teeth in frustration, it’d been over a year now and she still believed her kwamii was still with her. It’d been over a year, but it’d been nearly five years before they had ever been truly separated in such a way. Marinette didn’t know if she’d ever get used to the emptiness of the air, the knowledge that she was truly alone.

Marinette stared out over the base once more, watching the flicker of the sconces that lined every wall. She couldn't help but think back to his face, the way he finally showed her some emotion. The storm in his dark emerald green eyes before he looked away from her, the way the moon cast shadows over his carmel skin and his sharp, stunned features. The way the wind blew his bangs across his forehead without his notice. In the end, she couldn’t help but loathe him.

She hated his pride, his stubbornness, his stoicness, his skill, his ambition. But if she wanted to escape from here, she would need to become as good as- No. She would need to become better than him. Because even if she escaped without that skill, he would just come back for her and she wouldn’t stand a chance.

Her mind wandered back to the last conversation she had with Talia before Talia left on her own mission.

“Have you been studying the text,” Talia asked her calmly.

“I have. It’s in Arabic though, so it’s been difficult at times to get through.”

Talia gave her a warm smile, “Very good, Marinette. You’re doing well.” Her words warmed her chest, and Marinette couldn’t stop a smile of her own at the praise. “Have you been able to practice what you’ve learned thus far?”

Marinette’s smile fell, “No, I haven’t even figured out how to activate that sort of power, I don’t even think I can.”

“Tch. That sort of thinking is the reason you have not advanced,” she paused for a moment before bending slightly to be eye level with her and placed her hands atop Marinette's shoulders. “I have to leave for a few months, but when I return I hope to train you more in this power, however, you will have to seek me out. I can not help you unless you want to be helped, so I leave this choice to you.”

Marinette couldn’t stop the tears that welled in her eyes. A choice, she finally had a choice! She hadn’t had one of those in so long. She didn’t get a choice to be Ladybug, didn’t get a choice when it came to Chat’s flirtations, didn’t get a choice to become the guardian, didn’t get a choice when it came to helping her class, she never really got to choose anything; until now. She finally had a choice .

“Thank you, My Lady,” she said softly, bowing her head in respect.

“But of course child,” Talia whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Marinette’s ear, “Be strong.” And with those parting words, Talia disappeared into the shadows.

Talia had been back on the base for a few weeks now, but Marinette hadn’t approached her for the offered lessons. She hadn’t pressured her, in fact she hadn’t even brought it up since even during their sparse training sessions.

If she wanted to escape The League of Assassins, she would need an advantage. She would need to know or have something that would make it so that if Damian did come after her, he wouldn't be able to touch her. With that thought in mind, she finally made up her mind. Tomorrow she would approach Talia and accept the lessons.

Thank you @the-coffee-fandom, Sage, and Worried_Safari on the maribat discord for helping me out with this!

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blood-injections · 5 months

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Mm thought of a funkobra au thats like. Kobra Kid secret identity. Kobra the killjoy goes by Demon Shark Deluxe or something still and is stoic and badass and a little bit scary and he doesnt talk at all and no one knows if its a choice or not. Meanwhile the Kobra Kid is the champion of the crash talk, a bit of a mystery since hes never taken off his helmet, but where Shark is all judgy silence and a penetrating stare, Kobra Kid is all clarm and boisterous laughter. Hes loud and goofy and confident and honestly? Annoying as all fuck. But that doesnt stop him from raking up a good fanbase.

And Ghouls his mechanic, or well, a mechanic in general at the crash track, but he and Kobra have a Thing, kind of flirting, mostly insulting, but they're friends, which means Ghoul has eternal dibs on fixing up Kobra's bike(Kobra's protective of her too, and Ghouls one of the few scarce joys he trusts with her repairs) Meanwhile Ghoul has no idea that this guy is secretly his silent crewmate leading a double life. So what if they literally carpool to the track together, Ghouls so busy in the pit amd watching Kobra he hardly keeps an eye out for Shark in the crowd, and hes too dull to realize that once they head in different direction, Kobra's going straight to his little trailer and bike in the back and getting ready for the race ahead.

Kobra has absolutely realized that Ghoul has no clue, and hes just fucking with him at this point. But not without maintaining secrecy, because he kind of likes the anonymity versus the image hes built. Also, Poison would freak out about how dangerous racing is. Also, after being mute for so long, the concept of revealing this part of him, the loud, confident part hes rediscovered- its terrifying. Because his brother doesn't know the Kobra Kid at all and his personality on the track is a complete 180 from his personality at home, from the silent bad-boy image hes built. Whats he supposed to say to Poison? Sike! I started talking again a few months back after years of being selectively mute, and now I've been leading a double life and I'm involved in a fairly deadly sport, sorry I didn't tell you?

Just the thought makes him want to shit himself.

Anyway at some point either he tells Ghoul or Ghoul finds out bc of something and just yeah the silly goobers.

#ttlotfk #funkobra #fun ghoul #kobra kid #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys

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stardust-sleep · 2 months

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the Killjoy Chronicles - a rough idea

The video starts showing the Danger Days spider logo in front of a black background, before showing brief clips from the video, alongside introducing the characters,

i.e

My Chemical Romance as The Fabulous Killjoys

Steve Montano as Dr Death Defying

Grant Morrison as Korse

etc, etc before finally showing

THE KILLJOY CHRONICLES

it starts off similarly to the music video for Na Na Na, beginning with Look Alive Sunshine transitioning to the song, the only difference is The Girl doesn't get captured... yet. This part is merely an introduction for the characters

Then it goes to Bulletproof Heart, this is where things kick in, we only briefly see Korse in the previous one (a lot less than in the real vid), but here is where we find BLI searching for The Girl, as well as development of her origin (like the stuff told in the comics)

Then it goes to The Only Hope For Me Is You, here we see BLI actually capturing The Girl despite the Killjoys efforts, and where Jet Star gets his eye injury and his eyepatch

This immediately goes to SING, which is similar in part to the real one, albeit the Killjoys do not die, Killjoys never die. BLI thinks they're dead though.

Then it goes to Summertime, which gives us backstory for each Killjoy, showing their upbringing, but being intentionally vague for one of them, Fun Ghoul. This is on purpose.

Then we go to Planetary (GO!), revealing the Killjoys had faked their deaths and were currently in hiding, they make their return to let The Girl know they are alive afterwards.

This transitions to S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W, where BLI find them again, Ghoul's backstory is finally revealed, his parents wanted him to be an Exterminator before he ran away to the zones, but before he can...

Jet Star And The Kobra Kid/Traffic Report, it cuts to Dr Death Defying reporting that Jet and Kobra had died in the fight in the previous video, this immediately transitions to Party Poison, in which the namesake is bringing Ghoul with them back to Battery City, avenging their brother and their friend, Poison wants to find Korse in particular, as he killed Kobra and Jet.

But remember

Killjoys never die.

After Poison's futile second seige on BLI, Ghoul has been captured, but Jet and Kobra are alive and reunite with Poison. This goes to Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back, where the three get Fun Ghoul back, thanks to the help of some rogue droids, who tell them their tale once Ghoul is saved.

This tale transitions to DESTROYA, the climactic point.

The Fabulous Killjoys are presumed dead after that, and they return into hiding, their legacy being carried on by other zone runners and city escapees, this is all done to The Kids From Yesterday

it closes off with Goodnite Dr Death, and then going to the Killjoys, now performing in secret venues in the zones, as My Chemical Romance, this outro is of course to Vampire Money.

The credits roll, I'm thinking the credits song would either be FTWWW or a song from Conventional Weapons (my bets are on The Light Behind Your Eyes)

hows this for a concept, give me better ideas cuz mine suck ass

#my chemical romance #mcr #danger days #gerard way #frank iero #mikey way #ray toro

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wink-1-8-2 · 1 year

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Superstitions/Customs in the desert:

There's a superstition in the desert that you can never have more than one clock at the same time in the desert. There are several clocks in the Diner, and they all have different times on them (it's not like anyone knows which one's right anyway)

On the longest night of the year, 'joys leave raven feathers (that magically appear near the mailbox) on doorsteps, as a small gesture of love for the lonely in the desert. Prayer beads are gifted to loved ones, to try and get through the night, and the desert is watched warily, through wide-eyes. Sleep doesn't seem to be an option.

Similarly, on the longest day of the year, the sands in the desert are streaked with vibrant colours and fruit, and whether it's 'joys who do it, or the Witch, no one knows. It's a huge day for celebration, and most Zonerunners let go of grudges and fighting for a day. Sometimes it even rains.

Giving someone a dyed lace signifies romantic attraction, and love, while tying a black or white laces around someone's possession or door frame signifies an omen of death or revenge. You should hit the red lines if you get an uncoloured piece of lace. If a 'joy receives a colourful piece of lace, though, they'll signify their feelings by wearing the piece of last around their thigh or their bicep. Often, these laces are woven into commitment bands several years later.

Love for a crew or family is signified through many things, though a popular custom includes giving family a piece of china, creating bracelets out of soda tabs, or even giving a piece of fabric to a loved one- different colours and designs signify different things (e.g. yellow or green or red soda tabs/fabrics signify blood-relations, while purple flowers signify friendships. The Four all have bracelets made from little purple flowers that were forged from different soda tabs, and Poison and Kobra each have a piece of fabric from each other in yellow, Poison's got theirs wrapped around their calf, Kobra wears his as a bandana).

Like during the Dust Bowl in the 1930s, some 'joys will cut open the stomachs of dead snakes and hang them by their necks, during droughts or bad weather.

Photographs are a shockingly valuable thing to have, if they're from before the Bombs. Several photographs are stung out and hung up around homes and baby-cribs as a way of protection, like all the ghosts of the people smiling in the photos will project the place from harm. It's a way of honouring the dead, keeping a photograph and trying not to let the sun ruin it, through any means necessary. The Witch receives many of these photos, and similarly, they are handed down to younger crewmates (The Girl got a lot of these photographs). Photographs are also a way of escapism, and 'joys will pretend that things aren't so bad, pretend that they know and love these strangers to ignore the outside world for a while.

It is customary to get a tattoo or something permanent for crewmates after a couple of years. Often, 'joys get their crewmates' symbols, or small messages scrawled out (messily, mostly) on their skin. Often, crewmates design the tattoos themselves. As well as that, if a crewmate dies, it's possible that the tattoo will fade, or turn a different colour, as a message from the Witch. Separating completely from a crew means the ink will fade, and the tattoo will scar, though many people still have ex-crewmates' tattoos - a signal that a 'joy has not moved on.

#this was literally so much fun to write #ill probably add more #feel free to add more <3333 #danger days #headcanon #danger days hcs #danger days are not mcr #fun ghoul #party poison #kobra kid #jet star #ngl you guys - i did not edit this at all #sorry if its chunky or makes too little sense #BUT i really enjoyed this!!!#my lil contribution to zones cultures lol #might add a part two idk

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i was going to make a joke about how the thing is, if you're going to make the drakes old gotham money (which they were not) and tim tim-drake-of-the-gotham-city-drakes-who-live-up-in-the-house-on-the-hill, he still wouldn't go to gotham academy, he'd still most definitely be a boarding school kid, except he'd be going to boarding school in switzerland instead of the local ones. but then i got to thinking. why did renowned travelers jack and janet put tim in local boarding schools versus international? obviously, from an outside standpoint it's simple: so tim could be close to gotham for the events of alpod and his training period, along with further framing the drakes as rich but not ridiculous rich like bruce is (tim goes to fancy private boarding school, but it's a local one, not a super exclusive foreign one that, like, royalty attends). however, from an in-universe standpoint, i thought of a couple different options for this:

the boring, non canon one would be: jack and janet hated tim all along!! god forbid he be in school anywhere near them, they might have to remember they have a child! he needs to be at least halfway around the world away from them at all times. besides, tim only gets 98 on his tests and the drakes don't need that kind of embarrassment on an international level.

anyways, seriously. the first option would be maybe the drakes wanted him to do international schooling but *tim* pushed to stay close to gotham with his schooling, to better keep track of batman and robin. jack and janet then probably respected his wishes to stay close to gotham and looked for more local ones. tim has an attachment to gotham and they want to indulge him, since they're sending him to boarding school--may as well try and make sure tim's happy with it. this would mean that they listen to their son's input on matters of schooling.

the second option would be that *jack and janet* had an attachment to gotham city, and wanted tim to go to a boarding school nearby as gotham city was *their* home base. they do have several apartments in the city itself, and seemed to enjoy going downtown and doing things in town with tim. also, from a convenience standpoint, if tim is close to gotham, it becomes much easier for them to pick him up and bring him home to spend time together when they're home between trips. pros to this include the fact that when jack, tim, and dana moved to keystone temporarily, jack even admitted he hated living there because it wasn't as good as gotham to him. so it's possible that they just really like gotham city and wanted tim to stay in the area, because they grew up there and they love it or something.

now, we don't actually know that all of tim's boarding schools were near gotham. we only know that the final one was driving distance and local to gotham. however. whenever his parents were home, tim mentions that he would be with them, so he can't have been ridiculously out of the way, and tim never mentions having to take a flight back to gotham for spring or summer breaks, and i believe references growing up in gotham so he probably never attended school in like. california or anything. so i'm inclined to think they were mostly local schools. now interestingly, post-janet's death, during cry of the huntress, jack's kneejerk reaction is to send tim to a boarding in metropolis in order to get tim away from 1) whoever is beating him up 2) bruce wayne, who jack thinks might be beating his son up, which metropolis is a little farther than local but probably still just a drive away. and during the brentwood arc, where tim is back at a local boarding school that jack got him into, after the whole kobra cult thing jack threatens to send tim to a school in haiti (which, rude jack. did you forget your wife died there?), so not local at all. it's possible, of the two, janet was the one who pushed for tim to be in a school closer to gotham whereas jack probably cared a bit less where tim went.

i think i fall on it's a mix of tim probably didn't want to go somewhere too far and the drakes also didn't want tim to go to school far away (so they could see him easily when they were home). anyways. things i think about. tim's boarding school years fascinate me.

#jack drake #janet drake #tim drake

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between-the-matches-verse · 8 months

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Deadceptmageddon Incorrect Quotes #7

Stryker: Why do you look like that?

Kira, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?

Stryker: Like you’re dead.

Kira: It’s because I’m dying. Leave me here to perish.

Kabal: Kira accidentally called Kobra “babe” in front of everyone today.

Kira: *sobs into the floor*

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Sindel: I have a question.

Jade: Shoot.

Sindel: Is the S or C in scent silent?

Kitana: Fuck you, I’m going to be thinking about this all day.

Jade: Okay well, cent is pronounced the same way as scent so I’m gonna say the S is silent.

Sindel: Okay, but sent is also spelled the same way.

Kitana: Google says that the C was added in the late seventeenth century, so I guess the S is silent.

Mileena: Plot twist, both the S and the C are silent and the E actually makes the sss sound.

Kitana: Mileena is not allowed to talk anymore.

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Jarek: It’s nice to be wanted, you know?

Kai: Not by the law!

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Reptile: Which country has the most birds?

Reptile: Portu-geese!

Rain: That's a language.

Reptile: Portu-gull?

Rain: Good recovery.

Mileena: I think you mean good re-dovery.

Sektor: TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY?

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Kung Lao: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Liu Kang: Cannibalism.

Kung Lao: *confused chewing noises*

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Frost: What’s it like being tall?

Frost: Is it nice?

Frost: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Kenshi: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Ermac: It was one time!

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your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag · 10 months

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your hcs have intrigued me immensely and i would also like to know about funkobra if its not too much trouble :]

'if it's not too much trouble' babygirl i am literally in love with you shut up

ghoul is Never Ever Ever Ever Allowed to drive Python [kobra's bike]. well, he's not allowed to drive the Am either, but kobra enforces the rule so much harder than party. its fine though, ghoul likes riding with his arms around kobra's waist anyway :) [< oneshot idea hello.]

kobra's such a simp, like when ghoul puts even the teeniest tiniest effort into how he looks [even just like. cleaning the grease and sand and blood off his face] kobra's like. oh. hi. hello. who is this beautiful person i see. and incredibly embarrasses himself blushing. god forbid ghoul puts on eyeshadow, kobra'd DIE

one time they tried to bake together. the oven blew up.

they like watching the stars on the roof above the diner

ghoul has nightmares a lot, and kobra often wakes up in the middle of the night to find him crying, so kobra has to comfort him. usually the best way to fix it is to just hug him really really bone crushingly tight until he falls back asleep.

that's also why they never sleep in the dark, there's always a few candles on, or the blinds open so the stars light up the room

ghoul's really religious, but kobra and the witch are tight, which makes for some... interesting dynamics. ghoul's all 'kobra you have to respect her!!!' "if you're praying tell that bitch to stop resurrecting party on witchfucker wednesday"

kobra has a tattoo gun, and he's always adding ones for ghoul. the most recent ones, he got all their joy symbols done down his collarbone. kobra kisses those.

they make dumb bets all the time, like 'if this coin flip lands heads then i get all your rations for a week' "if you dont clear this jump you have to sleep outside tonight" and then jet has to come in and be like. no no. you don't get to starve eachother just because you lost a bet. you dont have to commit to the bit that hard.

kobra teaches ghoul to read, but he still likes kobra reading to him best

ghoul will only ever use petnames in spanish [i read in a fic somewhere that he was half spanish and i love that so much and now its canon to me] like, he'll never say babe or sweetheart or anything, only hermoso and los querido and mi corazon

ghoul loves bright colours and stuff, so he has a bunch of necklaces and beaded bracelets and stuff that kobra made him which he wears everywhere, even if they're under his shirt or whatever and you can't seen them. his favourite one's red and yellow.

kobra def gets really avoidant when he's anxious, and he just closes himself off from everyone, getting into a 'what if they all secretly hate me' mindset. ghoul always has to remind him no :( i dont hate you :(

they find an abandonded tin of nitrous and try to make ice cream one time, it actually works out better than they expected. buuuut then the girl gets sad because IT'S SO GOOD WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO MORE

one time ghoul //accidentally// left his bomb wip in their room. he slept in the diner booths for a week after that.

when ghoul started dressing more fem, kobra was GONE. like party has had to leave the room several times because the staring was getting embarrassing. kobra kid simp agenda!!!! im so serious!!!

:D it is literally. eleven thirty so i need to Stop but !!!! the sillies ! !!!

#remi i hope i have adequetely informed you on funkobra things always ask me if you want more hcs i love doing them #<3 #love you my silly goose #piper.txt.#piper's ask box #piper talks to the beloveds #funkobra #fun ghoul #kobra kid #mcr #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys

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tiredstressedemotionalmess · 9 months

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im worldbuilding rn and i must ask. do you think the killjoys play any insturments and if so, which ones? jet seems like the type of person to sing very well but never do it in front of other people.

absolutely agree on the jet singing thing- personally i think he's the best singer of the four with poison behind her. people just tend to hear party sing more often so they assume theyre the best

as for actual instruments, the only one i think actually knows how to play anything is ghoul. that man is a DRUMMER and i will stand by that until the day i die!!! he has a kit it built himself out of old junk and scraps and shit. i think kobras also kinda interested in drums as like. a way of venting his anger and shit without getting into fights and shit, but he doesnt really play songs- not intentionally at least. he just kinda hits the shit however he wants until he calms down (but ghoul does absolutely try and teach him some real songs from time to time too)

i think poison wants to learn guitar- has since they first found out what one was. they always talk abt saving up enough to get one of their own but there just always seems to be something more important they gotta get whenever they go to the market. maybe the others join together to buy them one and they piece together how to play a few chords or teach themself some solos by listening to tapes over and over. i dont think theyre master at it but theyre definitely pretty good for someone teaching themself how to play in the middle of a nuclear desert

also ghoul finds a trumpet in a junkyard and it becomes his prized possession. does he know anything abt playing it? no not at all. does that stop it? no not at all

#asks #danger days #danger days headcanons #fun ghoul #the kobra kid #jet star #party poison

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stuck in funpoison world rn and you are The funpoison guy to me so please.. any spare funpoison thoughts for the poor?? 🥺

WHEE i’m honored!! and YES i would love to talk about them ❤️❤️❤️

FIRST AND FOREMOST i’ve been rewatching the mandalorian so i’ve been thinking about the fab four mandos au again which means that i’ve been considering mando’a again which MEANS i’ve been thinking about funpoison + “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum” (“i love you” in mando’a, literal translation “i will know you forever”). AUGH AUGH AUGH AUGH AUGH AUGH. they are SOOOOOOO.

in unrelated thoughts, stream of consciousness style. they love each other SO much like before they’ve started dating kobra likes to make fun of poison because they will straight up just Stare at ghoul with this really big goofy smile just SO “anything you say, baby” but he also makes fun of ghoul because he’s always making excuses to touch them, to brush hair behind their ears and clean up their makeup for them and squeeze their hand. once they’ve started dating they’re SO shy with being affectionate around each other just because it’s so new but poison really loves being held and ghoul makes them feel safe so it’s not uncommon to see them curled up together on the couch with their hands wound together. and ghoul will blush and grin and roll his eyes whenever jet or kobra walk by but just sweep poison’s hair out of their face and tuck them a little closer.

ghoul likes to say they’re soulmates not because their love story lacked any hardship or was fairytale perfect from the beginning but because it WASN’T. and even though it wasn’t perfect, because life isn’t perfect, they kept running into each other. their lives kept meeting and intertwining for better or for worse. and ultimately what came of that was them both gaining an understanding of each other that blossomed into friendship that then slowly turned into being in love with each other. because they’d seen of the worst of each other right from the start and still ultimately said “you’re the one that i want”. for ghoul it means that the witch set their feet on a path towards each other, for poison, who doesn’t believe in the witch and barely believes in the idea of a higher power at all, it feels like maybe they could believe in destiny if nothing else.

oooohhh my god. i do not use tiktok so forgive me if i’m getting the source wrong but the one adventure time clip that’s like “you were a wonderful experience”/“you were everything”. in terms of personal flaws, poison is not necessarily always 100% healthily attached to their loved ones and i honestly think that ghoul’s death ends up being a kind of world-shattering life-altering event for them because he WAS everything. it’s like sometimes they don’t even know how to breathe without him. between the two, ghoul would have been better equipped to deal with poison’s death than poison was for ghoul’s not because he didn’t love them completely or because it wouldn’t have meant as much to him but because ghoul has been dealing with death of his loved ones from a very young age. it’s part of why he became so spiritual, because he let that belief that he would see his loved ones again, that they were safe and protected in their afterlife, be a comfort. poison doesn’t have that, and has never dealt with the death of someone so close to them before in a meaningful way. so it kind of breaks something in them. they don’t handle it very well in any sense.

on a less serious note i think ghoul loves to take poison dancing because it’s one of the only times that they’ll let their mask come off in public. they love to dance, they’re not fantastic at it, and unlike other times where they’ll feign disinterest in a skill if they know they aren’t good at it to save face publicly, if ghoul asks them to dance they’ll do it and they will honestly not focus on anyone else except for him. ghoul likes seeing them when they’re sweaty and breathless and happy and not caring if their makeup is running or if they look silly or how their clothes cling to their body. so a lot of date nights end up being “hey, there’s a band performing at this bar tonight” or “want to go to this party in zone two?” or “the roller rink is having a disco night on friday, want to go?” in fact, i’ve mentioned it before but their first official date is a couples’ night at the zones’ premier roller rink, Mega Moon’s, which used to be a lesbian bar before the wars and now is a locale for all sorts of folks but mostly LGBTQ-oriented :]

another thing i’ve mentioned before but ghoul loves to cook and party is not so great at it. HOWEVER, party DOES like to bake, though that’s not as feasible always in the zones. on the rare chance they get the opportunity though, they’ll get ghoul to help them — their excuse always being that they could use the extra hands but the real reason being so they can hang out together (and steal sugary kisses). i think their favorite thing to make is cookies but brownies are a close favorite just because those are GHOUL’S favorite & he’s written down his grandmother’s brownie recipe which is a hot commodity in the diner.

OH AND I HAVE TOUCHED ON THIS BEFORE but i don’t think i ever properly mentioned that they’re sun and moon coded. TO ME. more specifically day and night coded. i try to push that personal agenda with my writing when i can. when the day met the night……….

i think that’s all i have for you tonight. feel free to put a quarter in another time and see what i have to say then 👍

#pi's personal #marz tag 🔮#query on top #danger days #funpoison #YAY I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THEM

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