#and the other two look at him like stars don't be a killjoy

[prosebushpatch]

Love when im writing a scene with villains and one of the villains automatically gains a conscience to balance out the other two's freak

[theallianceofcelestials]

Hello, this is my first ask on this account (at least im 99% sure it is), and I was wondering if you could give a little uh drabble I think you called it? Of Bloodmoon and Lunar just like. Causing chaos or bonding or whatevs, im not picky but I just really love the three of them so much

I'm going to do it SEA style then, cuz you didn't specify if you want any other fics or even just canon divergence thingy, hope that's fine dear :)

"Alright! Here's the plan!"

His big brothers are looking at him attentatively, and he knows he can count on them no matter what happens.

"Dad keeps the cookie jar at the top! And I know from reliable sources he's made a fresh batch of raspberry jam and chocolate filled pillows."

The twins' optics fill with stars, and Lunar knows he has them. If he didn't before, now he surely does.

"I need you to get me to the upper cabinets so I can latch on! Between the three of us we should be fine!"

Bloodmoon looks into the distance, and he knows what they're gonna do before they even say it

"I speak with other"

Lunar waits patiently as they sit down to bash their head into the floor, anxiously grabbing their phone so he can look at the time.

Eclipse said he can't keep everyone out for long. They only have a short window to do this!

"Very well, we'll go along with your plan! On the condition that you won't rat us out."

"Deal!"

They shake on it, and he knows from their shit-eating grin what they're about to do.

He still shrieks when they hoist him into the air, then laughs as they throw him a couple times. Then they're separating and it's back to business.

Bloody smiles down at him, and he grins back. Rusty is already waiting for them by the cabinet, ready to hoist the both of them up.

It's much easier to do this with two people, and no shade to Clipsy, but he's not the strongest either. But Bloodmoon are! So it goes much more smoothly!

He takes six pillows this time, two for all of them, and jumps back down. His brothers catch him.

"Let's get rid of the evidence brother!"

"I don't believe father will take well to this blunder."

Rusty, the kinda killjoy that he is, is looking at him pointedly. Lunar just smiles

He's going to do this again, thank you!

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 7: "You know what you did!"

Dipper POV

There he is. My whole reason for breathing......fuck he looks just how I imagine. His skin is dark and tan, his hair golden with a mixture of brown, his body...tone and shaped, God his lips...and his one eye. I chuckle at the eye patch over his left eye. I begin walking towards Bill but stop mid step.

"Dipper no! Stay away from him!" I hear grunkle Ford shout.

I roll my eyes, turning around to meet his disapproving glare. I chuckle. "Of course, my joy has to be ruined by Mr. Killjoy himself." I joke.

Bill laughs and holds a thumbs up while spinning his cane with his free hand. "Good one, pinetree!"

I glance at Bill, smiling brightly for once. "Thank you, Bill. I learn from the best." I wink.

"D-Dipper....how could you?...D-Did you really kill Pacifica?"

"And Robbie?! Dipper, why would you kill my husband?!"

Bill and I both burst into fits of laughter. "Wow, redhead, you're more stupid than I thought! But what can you expect from a meatsack like you?"

My laughter calms as I look at the two hysterical women. "My my Wendy. Robbie must have fucked a few of your brain cells out. He was cheating on you. And with Tembry. I still have no idea how you miss that one." I chuckle.

Wendy shakes her head in disbelief. "Robbie would not cheat on me!"

I roll my eyes and look at Bill. "Mind showing her some proof then."

"Sure, pinetree!" Bill said as a hologram screen appears on the ground in front of everyone.

It showed Robbie making out with Tembry. I smirk, noticing myself behind the tree near them. "Ah yes... here's my favorite part." I said while watching myself kill them.

Mable and Wendy are sobbing messes while Stan and Ford stand in disbelief. I can't help but laugh at this beautiful sight of misery.

Mable starts walking towards me, but both Stan and Ford stop her. "Wh-why Dipper?! Why would you do something like this?! You're my brother! We're supposed to always be there for each other! How could you betray your family like this?! H-How could you betray me like this?!"

My bright smile quickly turns into a dark frown. Bill senses the anger rolling off of me in waves. He places a hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down, but I shrug him off. Bill sighs, "You've done it now shooting star." He said while taking a few steps back from me.

"How could I? Supposed to always be there for each other?! That's rich coming from you, you know that?! Ever since we left gravity falls and gotten into high school, you completely changed! Your friends were more important! Boys that would always treat you like shit were more important! You would always get upset with me whenever I tried to protect you! And that day....oh God that day....I will never forgive you. You let him take me. Y-you let him do those things to me! You let him harass me! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME MABLE!" I place my hands on my face as my body begins to tremble. "I-If it wasn't for Bill....he would've raped me. Hehe...but its fine! It's all perfect! Because I killed him. Oooooooooooooh, the sound of his screams. The way he begged! You should've seen it, Mable! I bet you wouldn't want to be with him after knowing how much of a coward he was!" I laugh. "You've always been mom and dad's favorite, you know? I did everything I could to get them to notice how great of a son they had. Never failed a test. Passed all of my classes. Straight A's.....and yet...they couldn't look past the fact that their only son didn't like spots, never had a girlfriend, and to top it all off! -is gay. But it's whatever. I killed them, too."

Mable mouth dropped in shock. "Y-you....you what?" She whispers, barely audible to hear.

"Huh? What was that? You're normally loud and cheerful, Mable....I wonder where all of that went." I chuckle darkly. "Besides, you're useless to me. I don't need you, Mable. All I need is Bill... he's all I ever needed." I smile widely as I pull out my pistol and aim it at her. "I want you to deny everything I said... go ahead. Do it. Lie to them. Lie to the only friends and family you have left! Please do it...I've been dying to get your blood on my hands...."

Stan, Ford, and Wendy quickly stand in front of Mable protectively, and I laugh. "Oh, how could I almost forget?! You're their favorite, too! You've always been everyone's favorite! I'll kill you...I'll kill each and every one of you..."

Bill steps in between everyone with a smile. "now now as much as I'm enjoying this little show, these meatsacks could be of some use to us pinetree. Especially sixxter over there." He leans to whisper in my ear. "You forgot the rift pinetree. And the equation." He points out.

I look at him and sigh loudly. "Right....The two key components..." I put my pistol back inside my bag and pick it up. "Let's go, Bill." I said, turning my back to everyone.

"D-Dipper!....please I'm sorry!" Mable cries.

I turn my head. "I think you're a little late for that. Burn in hell with the rest of them." I said as Bill places a hand on my shoulder.

"Well, that was a great show, but it's time for us to go! Remember, reality is an illusion. The universe is a hologram. Buy gold, bye!!" And with that, the two of us disappear into my secret place within the forest.

I sigh heavily, walking towards the first tree I see. I drop my bag to the ground as I begin punching it. My knuckles are now bloody, but I don't care. Any physical pain is better than the storm inside my mind and heart. "Stupid... stupid stupid...STUPID-"

I'm interrupted by Bill. He grabs my hands and turns me around so that I'm facing him. "Whoa there! As much as I enjoy the sight of pain and suffering,...witnessing yours is a bit...dull??" He said as if questioning his own emotions.

I roll my eyes and pull away from him. "Jee, thanks for your kind words, Bill."

"Why are you mad at me? I can't help that I find your pain a little.... boring? What words do you meatsacks use?....uughhhh!" He groans in frustration.

"Since you're struggling with using words, use actions, Bill. You're a idiot sometimes." I said while staring down at my blood knuckles.

Bill frowns and gently grabs my hands. He pulls them up to his face and slowly licks the blood from my knuckles. "Enough action for you, pinetree?" He chuckles.

My face quickly heats up with blush as I open my mouth, trying to speak, but no words come out. I can't help but watch him....and get a little turned on.

Bill stops and snaps his fingers, making bandages appear around my wounds. He smiles wickedly and spins around on his cane. "So pinetree! Any plans on how we're going to get the rift?"

I shake my head to rid myself out of my daze. I cough to clear my throat, looking away from him. "Simple. We trick Mable again."

"Tricking shooting star for the second time? How are we going to do that?" He questions with a playful frown.

I smile, sitting down on the flower filled ground. I pull out my journal and point to the instructions. "Mable is completely heartbroken. She'll do anything to get her old life back. Simply offer Mable land again, but this time, offer her to see the loved ones I killed."

"Not bad, pinetree, not bad at all!" He cheers.

"Of course, it's not a bad plan. I thought of it. So once you take control over Mable's body, you use this code to get into Ford's lab. It's located on the far end to the right. It isn't hard to miss. We need to hurry. And if things go south, I have a backup plan."

"Which is my nerdy pinetree?"

"I remember when I almost got myself killed by clones of well... myself when I was twelve.....I rather not tell you why I-"

"It was for the red head, wasn't it?" He questions with shock in his tone, which he's faking.

I glare at him. "Shut it. I was stupid. Anyways, I could clone myself and create a distraction for Mable and everyone else. I'm sure Ford had left over unicorn hair from the first time. And if he already placed it around the shack, then you might not be able to go inside. Even with being inside Mable's body. The spell blocks out magic of any kind, so..." I said while reading over the plans I had set for years now.

Bill loses his balance from standing on top of his cane and falls on top of me. He looks at me with a devilish smirk, leaning to close to my face. "My bad pinetree. I'm still getting used to this form."

I blush heavily, looking away from me. "I-Its fine, just get off s-so we can discuss more plans....." I said harshly.

"Enough about these plans! We're going to get the rift, but not right now. Let's do something fun first."

I raise an eyebrow. You never know with Bill when it comes to his definition of 'fun'. "Uh....what kind of fun?"

He leans in closer to my lips. "I want to...try what Those meatsacks were doing in the woods, you know... before you killed them."

My eyes widen as I shake my head. "N-not now, Bill! As much as I want to...w-we can't. We have important th-things to do-....mmmm!.....mhhmmm~"

Bill cuts me off with his sweet, plum lips. He pulls away, still itches from my lips. "You think too much. Think a little less. I do it all the time, and I turned out fine!"

I look at him blankly. "I doubt that -....aahh~" I moan as Bill creases my half harden length over my clothes.

"Such sass...and a smart mouth." He hums, sliding his tongue into my mouth and sworls it around mine.

I whimper as I move my hips, wanting more friction with his hand. He bites my bottom lip, holding my waist in place. "I decided when you're allowed to move." He growls with his teeth tugging at my bottom lip.

I moan as a response, and he smiles, sliding his tongue back into my mouth. His taste is so sweet...for a murdering dream demon. I wrap my tongue around his, feeling him pin my arms above my head. He pulls away, giving me air to breathe.

"B-Bill...." I whine, wanting so badly to move my hips against his.

"Yes, pinetree?" He hums against my neck before biting down, sucking against my skin.

"Aaahhhh~ bill... I want you..." I beg, moaning at the feeling of his lips against my neck.

"You already have me." He whispers into my ear, using his free hand to rub against my newly formed hickey. "Now everyone will know that you belong to me. Understood?" He said before biting and fanning his breath into my ear.

I whimper, nodding my head. "Yes, Bill.."

He pulls away, jumping up to his feet with a smile. He holds his hand out, his cane floating to him. He grabs it, leaning forward with his hands. "Now.....what was that plan again?" He asks innocently with a playful smirk.

I sit up with a frown, blush covering my whole face. I glare at him, kicking his cane out of his hands, enjoying him falling flat on his face. I stand up and kick him over, placing my foot on his chest.

"Bill...if you ever tease me like that again, I swear I'll -"

"You'll what pinetree?" He mocks, his smirk taunting me.

I lean down, grabbing him by his tie and pulling him itches away from my face. "I'll make you regret placing that mark on me. I know everything about you Bill....do you seriously want to take my words lightly? I don't make threats. I deliver promises."

He yelps and quickly nods his head. "Ok, ok! No more teasing."

"Now that's a good little dream, demon." I said before kissing his forehead, letting go of his tie and throwing him back to the ground. "Enough time wasting. Let's go give our final goodbyes to 'the pines family'."

[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 5x07 Let He Who Is Without Sin thoughts (I’m re-watching, so beware spoilers for future episodes!) [14 Sept ‘23]

Odo and Sisko ribbing Jadzia about her sex life XD

It's so cute that Worf still calls her "Commander" around others.

Hmmm, I was firmly against Worf last time - and I still don't like his whole thing against Boday - but also Jadzia is pretty disrespectful to what he wants, immediately telling people after Worf says it's a private matter.

"Have you ever noticed all the stars look the same?" I love Leeta so much, I can't wait to see more of her when she and Rom pick up.

"What's jamaharon?" "I'll show you later." XD that look!

Their "casual" outfits! Oh, 90s fashion crimes... I miss you

"Aren't you uncomfortable in your uniform?" I mean uniforms and not having to decide what to wear are The Best. (And also I am very much on the autistic Worf headcanon and can imagine uniform gives him a sense of comfort in a very uncomfortable environment.)

Worf! That was Very Romantic! I did not expect you to compare Jadzia to a nebula, ngl.

As much as I think Jadzia should be allowed to reconnect with a friend without Worf's jealousy, she's also not very considerate of his feelings. Blagh.

I actually kind of like this episode more now that I'm not just anti-Worf? I do wish Jadzia was allowed to just be the single, flirtatious woman - or polyamorous, flirtatious woman - she was meant to be, though.

Worf's scowl upon finding his "bathing suit" is Very Justified.

Worf's dumbfoundment at Leeta not being with Dr Bashir is hilarious. I do still like messing with his sense of what is "right" and "wrong".

Ugh, this man wants to paint himself as a "victim", doesn't he... "I can only imagine what you must think of me." Yeah, no, it's not that people hate you because you know some secret "truth" they don't want to hear, but because you're an awful, paternalistic, condescending killjoy.

"I may be wrong, but didn't he just insult us?" I love Julian.

Boy, do I want Jadzia or Julian to stand up and speak about their experiences with the Klingons or Dominion that he couldn't begin to understand.

"You two dishonour each other with your actions!" "You mean... We didn't tell you why we came here." Actually hilarious, Julian, how?

"I hope we proved our point." You wouldn't have if Worf hadn't stopped Jadzia attacking back, you'd be on the ground.

"I did not say you were doing anything wrong. It's just that some of your behaviour-" Aghhhh, I actually hate understanding Worf because this speech is awful but also it's coming out wrong. What he *wants* to say is he's feeling hurt by her disregard for his feelings but he can't put it like that.

And what he actually says IS awful - "At times, your are too impulsive. You act without thinking. You have no self-control." - because HE'S just as impulsive as her, and in ways that have actually hurt him and Starfleet - look back to his trial!! His fight with the Jem-Hadar when working together on the Defiant! He cannot stay himself when it is his Klingon pride at stake.

And Jadzia is rightfully hurt by these words, and how Worf has generally been acting, because if he meant it the way it sounds it would really not be great of him! I hated him the last timei watched this, and I really wasn't expecting that to change!

"Jadzia you are my par'machai... and everything you do reflects on me." That was not how that sentence was supposed to end 😅

I hate it but I'm actually liking this episode quite a bit - it's the classic miscommunication trope, but genuinely not from lack of trying on Worf's part, simply from lack of ability.

Leeta's so vicious in smashing the dish!

Quark is so hopeful with Leeta's revelation that he might see some of those "fireworks" he was taking about... xD

Hmm, not so sure even the Bajoran ceremony quite makes one ready for that sort of honesty, quite so soon, Leeta...

Worf calling her "Dax" as he spots her with Arandis. Seeing her as the symbiont and Curzon, not Jadzia.

Ugh, "you're too much work". Why did you have to say that? Though I guess if the situation was reversed and it was Jadzia saying it, I'd just take it as good natured teasing...

"What I want is Worf." "Why?!" "Because he has the courage of a beserker cat and he has the heart of a poet." "And the brain of a pigheaded idiot." "Yeah, sometimes." She says that last sometimes so fondly though... maybe if she loves him that bad she does jut need to put more effort in... (Also loving 'beserker cat' rather than simply 'beserker' or 'beserker warrior' XD)

"Maybe we have forgotten how to deal with adversity." Maybe the point of having a civilization where adversity is rare is making the most of happiness? And maybe those who do face adversity - like the Starfleet staff - deserve a fucking vacation? Most people on Risa are on holiday - they have jobs and other life stresses, even in automated space communism utopia. I think Fullerton is probably the one who needs a little experience of *true* adversity. -_-

Last time Worf's story made me go "booo, a little not of tragedy doesn't mean you're allowed to be a massive misogynist." But actually, Jadzia is right, it does explain a lot. And I do give most of the other characters some slack in the misogyny area given they were written in the 90s...

"Or at least get out of this room." "... Very well." Fullerton actually sounds disappointed to be asked to leave the room that's about to collapse. Oh god, he wants to be a martyr, doesn't he? 🙃

"I will do as I please." *throws him across the room* FRICKING IMPULSE RESTRAINT WHAT, WORF?

"I am on holiday." I'm glad that amused you, Jadzia, but what?!

"I better go find Bashir. He brought a horga'hn down to breakfast and that's the last I saw of him." Quark looking out for Julian is not something I realised was a thing? But that definitely sounded a little like concern. (Unless it's a hope he can join in, I guess... 😅) (Was not expecting to get on the Quark/Julian train either but if there was a time when it was going to happen...)

Huh, the worst thing this time was actually not Worf, but Julian and Quark objectifying Jadzia... and at least on Julian's part, I think it was in jest, given I don't think she was being her best self at that time?

Alright, well - for all that people hate that episode, which had included me… I enjoyed that, genuinely! Surprises never cease...

[jennycouldyoucomebackhome]

KILLJOY OC POSTING HOURS

This episode: Thunderclap and Dust Devil

SO. Who are they? How did they get here? And why did I make art of them sleeping in a run down convenience store?

To start us off, if you want more background details about them, you can check HERE for my introductory post about these characters. But to summarize the post for those who don’t want to look, Dust and Thunder met when they were teenagers. Dust was a desert kid and Thunder was a recent Battery City runaway. They become friends and partners, eventually picking up 2 kids, Acid Lightning and Storm Angel, years later.

Content Warnings for this post include mentions/talk of:

-Danger Days Canon Typical Violence

-implied torture (love putting my beloved blorbos through hell)

-temporary/incorrectly assumed character death

-trauma and nightmares

With all that out of the way, let’s get started!!

Dust Devil (ve/gho): -25 years old -Unlabeled (as I put it in one doc, queer as in fuck you and the horse you rode in on, I don't play by your rules) -Minor joint pain from various past injuries (mostly in wrists and knees) -About 6'1"

Dust is the kind of person who feels emotions very deeply, and vir emotions tend to cloud vir judgement and drive vir decisions. Ve is stubborn, hardheaded, and a tad temperamental. However, gho's also caring, empathetic, protective, and intelligent.

(I did not intentionally give vir two killjoy slang terms for death in vir name and pronouns, but i have definitely taken advantage of possible lore implications since realizing)

Thunderclap (he/him): -24 years old -Gay, Trans man, Greyromantic -Joint Hypermobility (basically think hEDS and those associated problems) -About 5'10"

Thunder has a kind heart, which is both a strength and a weakness. He's always jumping to help people in need, but that sometimes lends itself to putting his own safety on the line. He's quick-thinking, clever, and fiercely protective, though he's also anxious, and tends to ruminate on bad things that happened to him.

After picking up the kids, at the time Battery Acid and Rosie, things stayed fairly stable for a while. Rosie picked up the name Storm Angel. Everything seemed like it was going well for them.

Then it all went wrong. The four of them were hunting for anything usable in a junkyard when they were attacked by an exterminator leading a sizable unit of dracs. Acid and Angel drove away while Dust and Thunder held them off. Dust got knocked unconscious at some point, and when ve came to, Thunder was nowhere to be found. He was presumed dead after around a week where nobody was able to find him.

Dust was kind of consumed by rage and grief after that. Gho kind of disappeared, wandering through the inner zones and getting into fights. Gho spent around three months like this before something changed.

Gho was near an old gas station in Zone 1 when ve saw a group of people scrambling and shouting. They were looking for their medical supplies because someone was wandering around bleeding and in a daze and passed out nearby. To vir surprise, it was Thunderclap. By some miracle of the Witch, he was alive. He was in really bad shape. He almost looked like he was dead, but he was alive.

He woke up a few days later, and after a whole lot of crying, the two started driving towards Zone 4, where they planned to lay low with the Blackbirds for a little while while he was healing. Only problem is that someone else was staying there at the time: Lithium Star and their gang. Dust had grown up with Lithium Star (they/them), a young adult with anger issues, highlighter yellow hair, and at least 3 facial piercings. They had never exactly been friendly with each other, and Lith seemed to love insulting and antagonizing vir. Dust and Thunder were there for less than a minute before Lith was getting on vir nerves.

Regardless, they stayed, and quickly found out that both of them had trauma responses and ✨nightmares✨ because SURPRISE! the last few months had been pretty damn traumatic for the both of them. Thunder ended up opening up about what had happened to him.

He’d been taken to the city and subjected to countless BL/Ind re-education videos and experiments. He didn’t know what the experiments were for and figured that was something to be thankful for. He had no clue why they hadn’t just made him a draculoid and been done with it.

Dust still had nightmares about the day in the junkyard, replaying the moment where ve was sure Thunder had died over and over again. Gho had trouble opening up about emotions after everything, feeling like gho had to be strong for Thunder.

They cried some more, and there was a lot of hugging. Even though they’d been through hell and back, they were back together now. they would be okay

[celebrated-amongst-the-gurneys]

Hello, could I request an angst fic with a male reader and Party (or Kobra!)? something like Y/N gets hurt in a fight between some Dracs and it's just patching him up to holding him while he's hurting? I don't have a preference for really how long it is, or between Party or Kobra :] I hope you have a nice day!

Keep You Safe Tonight

Pairing: Kobra Kid x Killjoy Male!Reader Word Count: 1824 Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Cursing, Uhh...I think that's it? A/N: Did I get carried away? Yes. Yes I did. But as an absolute whore for Kobra Kid, how could I not give this fic all the love? This is my baby, I love it and for being the first thing I've wrote in a long fucking time it didn't come out that bad. Hope you enjoy! Y/K/N = Your Killjoy Name

“FUCK!” Y/K/N hissed as he held his right arm, sinking against the passenger door of the Trans Am. He pulled his hand away, examining the wound from the raygun blast. The blood already began to seep its way through his jacket, the initial shock from the blast had since subsided and was now met with a sharp stinging. In the entire time he had been running with the Killjoys, Y/K/N never once was on the receiving end of a wound. But there is a first for everything. 

“You good?!” Fun Ghoul yelled, head still forward as he fired at the two Dracs that were still blasting their way. “Fan Fucking Tastic” Y/K/N groaned  as he pulled himself to his feet, grabbing his gun off the ground. Now he was pissed. He began firing at the Dracs, his vision going red and adrenaline pumping through his veins. Within minutes they both dusted the Dracs, breathing a sigh of relief as they got back in the car. “So much for an easy supply run.” Ghoul laughed as he started the car up, taking one final look back at the two bodies on the ground just to make sure they wouldn’t have any unexpected guests following them home. He began driving away, the California sun beginning to fade behind the hills. It was supposed to be an easy run, so easy in fact that Party Poison felt like only two people needed to go. It was safer that way, less people brought less attention. “Since when has anything ever been easy–” Y/K/N began before letting out a sharp hiss, grabbing his wound. The adrenaline rush wore off, the pain now taking it’s place. By now, a large amount of blood covered his arm. Ghoul’s face immediately turned into a look of panic. The sudden change caused Y/K/N to grin. “I’m not dying Ghoul.” He said with a laugh, still holding the wound. Ghoul gave a small laugh as he turned his head back to face the road. Y/K/N was calm despite what just happened, and that scared Ghoul even more. 

“Kobra is gonna kill me…” He mumbled. Knowing Kobra, he will absolutely lose his shit. 

—

Kobra was pacing around the diner, periodically looking at the clock. They should be back by now, supply runs never take this long. He was working on a new blaster glove to keep himself distracted, but the mounting anxiety and the ticking of the clock pulled him away from his project as he gave in to his anxious thoughts. 

“They’ll be back soon Kobra,” Jet Star said, his face still buried in his magazine crossword puzzles that he spent the last few hours trying to complete. “Hmm, a corpse reanimated by a supernatural force; an undead being. This should not be this hard.” He said, the aggravation with his puzzle clear in his voice.

“Have you tried Ghost” Party Poison said, reclined in the booth across from Jet, his eyes closed.

“No, this one is 8 letters long.” 

“Phantom?”

“That’s 7 letters dumbass.”

“It’s Revenant” Kobra said, looking away from the window to once again check the clock. Jet let out an ohh as he wrote the word in the little boxes. 

Kobra felt sick. He had a horrible feeling that something bad happened to Ghoul and Y/K/N. Ever since day 1 of Y/K/N being part of the Killjoys, him and Kobra have been glued to each other's side. They would spend hours together, practicing firing and talking about everything and nothing, spending countless nights laying on the hood of the Trans Am gazing up at the night sky, counting every single star. The bond they had soon grew into something bigger, their friendship blossoming into romance. 

At that moment, the sound of a car door closing caused all three boys to immediately stop what they were doing and look out the window, relief setting in seeing their friends get out of the car. But relief soon turned to panic as Kobra saw Y/K/N holding onto his arm. Kobra ran out of the diner and straight to Y/K/N. “What happened!?” He said, his voice a mix of worry and anger. 

“We had a run in with two Dracs on the way back here. We took care of them though.” Y/K/N said, giving an assured smile but knew this would not do much to ease the worry of the other killjoy. Kobra examined his wound, gently touching it and receiving a sharp hiss in return. “Shit- sorry..” He said, his attention immediately shifting towards Ghoul who was hiding behind the Trans Am. “What did I tell you before you two left?” He said, anger seeping into his voice. “Uh, Don’t destroy the car?” Ghoul said with a nervous smile, still hiding behind the car. “No. I said Try to come back in one piece” Kobra said, anger still very present in his voice. 

“And we are in one piece, see? We aren’t missing any limbs as far as I know.” Ghoul said, checking himself to make sure that in deed he was in one piece, earning a laugh from Y/K/N. 

“That’s not what I meant. I meant for both of you to be safe and come home safe. Y/K/N has a hole in his fucking arm!” The anger rising in his voice. Y/K/N put his hand on Kobra’s shoulder, causing him to melt into his touch. “Kobra, it’s really not that bad,” Y/K/N said, his voice calm, despite the pain he was in. Kobra turned his attention back towards Y/K/N, his demeanor softening and the anger in his eyes being replaced with that of adoration. Y/K/N was alive, and that was enough for him.

After coaxing Ghoul out of hiding, the guys went back inside to the safety of the diner, returning to whatever activity they were doing before the interruption. Y/K/N sunk down in one of the booths away from the others, exhausted from the events of the day. Kobra joined him, first aid kit in hand as Y/K/N took his jacket off, the extent of the wound now very visible. 

Kobra began to wipe the blood away, pouring rubbing alcohol on a towel and gently tapped the wound, causing Y/K/N to pull back with a wince. Kobra immediately pulled his hand away, his eyes full of worry. “Fuck-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean..” He stumbled on his words, the last thing he wanted was to cause any more pain. Y/K/N leaned back towards him.

“No, You’re okay, I just wasn’t expecting it to sting that bad. I’m okay now, you can keep doing that.” Y/K/N said with a gentle smile. Kobra got back to work, cleaning up the wound and wrapping his arm in bandages. After the dining room surgery was over, Kobra began packing up the remaining cloth and got up to put the first aid kit back. Y/K/N sat in a daze, fixated on the faded black and white tiles on the floor. 

Y/K/N’s mind began to wander as the reality of what happened sunk in: They could have died today. They easily could have been the ones laying on the ground where the Dracs now lay, everything happened so fast. The fact that this was the worst to come out of it was nothing short of a miracle, he was lucky to be sitting here. Tears began to fill his eyes as the fear he repressed during the fight came to surface now that he was surrounded by the safety of home. He quickly wiped the tears as they fell from his eyes, he did not want anyone, especially Kobra, to see him cry. He always hated crying in front of people, oftentimes saving his tears for the late hours of the night where nobody could see him in his most vulnerable state. But this time was very different, this time he couldn’t help it. His worst fear was becoming a name on Dr. Death’s traffic report, what would Kobra have done? The thought of the boy he loved more than anything falling apart at hearing the report of his death caused the ache in his chest to grow even more.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Kobra said, suddenly appearing in front of Y/K/N. He sat down and gently wrapped his arm around the other, Y/K/N leaning into his embrace & burying his face in Kobra’s shoulder. “I’m here. You can cry if you need to.” They sat in comfortable silence as Kobra wrapped his arms around Y/K/N, running his hand through the other’s hair. After a few minutes of silence between the two, Y/K/N pulled away, rubbing his eyes. Kobra gently smiled at the other boy. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stain your jacket.” Y/K/N said, gesturing towards the tear stains on Kobra’s jacket. He laughed, his expression of adoration not changing. 

“Don’t be sorry, it’s just tears. You’re okay. What’s going on?” He said softly, rubbing the other’s arm. 

Y/K/N took a breath, “It’s just the reality of what happened today, the fact that Ghoul and I could have died. It’s…it’s fucking scary. The idea of not coming back home to you guys, not seeing you guys ever again, that feeling is scarier than facing any Drac.”

Kobra suddenly pulled him back into a tight hug, recieving an *fuck, ow!* from Y/K/N. “Oh shit, sorry,” He quickly said, “You’re okay now. You’re home and safe for tonight. I’ll keep you safe tonight. I promise.” He said, rubbing the other’s back and pressing a soft kiss on the top of his head. Y/K/N looked up and leaned in, softly pressing his lips to Kobra’s.

“And Tomorrow?” 

“I’ll do the same every single day.” Kobra said, kissing him once again, the two of them in their own little world, and they never wanted to leave. 

“Wow, you guys didn’t invite me to this cuddle session? That’s Rude.” Ghoul said, popping his head up from the booth behind them, causing the two of them to jump. 

“FUCK OFF GHOUL!” They both said at the same time, causing them to laugh. Ghoul rolled his eyes and got up to bother one of the other two killjoys. 

“You guys are missing out!” Ghoul said teasingly as he walked away.

Kobra and Y/K/N just laughed and went back to laying in each other's arms. Y/K/N looked around the room at the others, Party snoring away, Ghoul harassing a very focused Jet, and then looked back at Kobra with a smile before burying his head back into his chest. Everyone was home and safe, things were as they should be. 

[4rainynite]

Danny Phantom Neutrals Headcanons

This headcanon is gonna be about the many characters from the series Danny Phantom and see what their relationship with Team Phantom would be in the series ranging from: ally, neutral, and enemy. Now, it's time for the neutrals, Enjoy. Allies here!

P.S. This strangely took longer than the last one!

Warning : Some character explanations will be super long, mentions of death, and other things rated PG-13.

Neutrals:

Jeremy and Pamala Manson - We all know Sam's parents think the Fentons are dangerous and bad examples. As much as they don't like Danny when they find out he's Phantom and the reason why is because of his parents Ghost Portal they would get in contact with child services immediately, Only for Team Phantom to come in Danny's defense and Sam revealing her role in Danny's transformation. Knowing they can't reveal Danny out of the fear of Danny being experimented on and Sam's reputation would be destroyed they decide to go silent, but Jack and Maddie are on thin ice seeing their son being half-ghost is their fault. It wouldn't surprise me one bit if they tried to make Sam be friends with the A-listers or make her date Dash or Gregor/Elliot to distance her interaction with Danny. With them being rich they might have interaction with Vlad even becoming friends with him, who would make Sam miserable. But once they find out that the A-listers are a group of bullies, Dash being the leader and that one party where some of the guest up as their daughter, Tucker, and Danny as 'losers', Elliot/Gregor was a fake, and Vlad is half-ghost and has been tormenting the Fentons the alliance is broken. Even though the Mansons are killjoy elitist their main goal is safety and as much as they dislike the Fentons they draw the line at bullying and everything Vlad has done. Over time, now knowing Danny's secret and Maddie and Jack ease up on property damage their dislike becomes neutral, when Danny and Sam finally start dating they'll accept, but wish their dates were a safe trip for ice cream instead of ghost fighting.

A-Lister (Mainly Dash, Paulia, Kwan, and Star) - The only time the A-Lister interact with the trio is to bully them, so I doubt they'll become allies with each other. During, 'Reality Trip' when Danny was exposed and needed to leave the school his classmates were the ones to get him out. Showing that after everything Danny has done for them, they will return the favor. I can see Dash still being a jerk to them (mainly Danny), during sophmore year Danny gains muscles due to ghost fighting and is so untouchable Dash fears being beaten by him so he ignores the young Fenton. Dash still worships Phantom so he somewhat follows Phantom's morals and eases up on the bullying. The two will never be friends and both are fine with that. The rivalry between Sam and Paulina end in neutrally as well. We know Paulina is a daddy's girl mentioning and seeing him multiply times in the series, but never her mother. My headcanon is Paulina's mother is a stage mom and points out Paulina's mole as a flaw or just isn't around. Heck, she's probably one of the reasons Paulina is so fixated on looking good 24/7. I can see Mrs. Manson try to arrange a playdate between Sam and Paulina revealing Sam is rich. Sure, Paulina could blackmail Sam, but if word got out the goth geek was richer than her, Paulina's popularity would crumble so she keeps quiet. During the playdate Sam sees how pushy Paulina's mother and why Paulina is so shallow. The two girls agree that their mothers are annoying and to keep the other's secret. I see Sam and Paulina dynamic similar to Mandy and Mindy from 'The Grimm Adventures of Billy and Mandy' and after the 'Wraith of the Spider Queen' both girls agreed that hangout wasn't bad, but being friends with neither girls cup of tea. Kwan seems nice and only bullies due to peer pressure and to not lose his spot with the A-listers, which is still no excuse. Kwan spent the most time with Sam and Tucker so he probably gain a soft spot for them. Over time Kwan stops bullying and even tells his fella A-listers to knock it off even if it means he getting ban. Seeing that he's some type of scientist or just has a good job in the future he probably stopped hanging with the A-listers. Star doesn't care for the trio and the only reason they interact is because of Dash, Paulina, and Kwan (I don't know if she's still friends with Valerine). Once, Sam's secret of being rich is exposed the A-listers would try to make her join which she refuses. At first they try to blackmail her or something and Sam reveals she's not just rich she's old money rich and most of their parents work for her family. Now realizing the girl they used to bully and her friends could rat them out at any second they avoid her like the plague. Over time Team Phantom while overshadow the A-listers before senior year. I can see once they get older all the A-listers having a falling out with only Dash, Paulina, Kwan, and Star still remaining friends.

Youngblood- Just a brat trying to have fun. In one of the Nicktoons comics Danny ended up babysitting him, and he probably still does. Over time the two bond (maybe about space stuff due to his astronaut costume). He still causes problems for Team Phantom, but he won't enslave the adults or anything serious. I also see him and Dani becoming close friends.

Ember - We all know Ember's story - unpopular girl who dreams of being a rockstar gets asked out by a boy to see a movie. She waits for him all night at the movies only to realize she's been tricked. Once she makes it home a fire starts and she's too unconscious to wake up and dies. Once, a ghost and escapes the Ghost Zone she becomes what she couldn't be in life - a star! One day Team Phantom gets a report of a ghost attack outside Amity Park and investigate it. The ghost attack is happening during a class reunion and the ghost haunting the place is Ember. They do their resource and find out how Ember died and try to convince Ember not to kill the man responsible for her death. Only, to find out the guy who tricked her all those years ago is a slob, a loser, and owes a lot of child support, so Ember let's him live to continue his horrid life (like Katara did in that episode when she confronted her mother's killer). Ember feels depressed seeing that she spent years planning her revenge for nothing and wondering if she really wanted world domination in the first place. Team Phantom remind her she has a huge fanbase in both the human and ghost world so that encourages her to focus more on her music. In time she will join Team Phantom, but for now she is focusing on herself.

Freakshow's Ghosts - Unlike Lydia they didn't have a choice being under Freakshow's control and they seem more neutral than evil to me.

Ghost Writer- He'll never forgive Danny for what he did with his first book but seeing how his second book is better he'll let Team Phantom use his library for information.

Desiree - I can see Team Phantom pulling an 'Aladdin' on her and setting her free. She can still grant wishes and now her own, but she'll probably just go off to find herself or something.

Dairy King - He did help Danny escape Vlad and Skulker's trap thingy, but he didn't help with the fight. I honestly think he passes on after 'Bitter Reunions' because that's the only way Vlad got away with all the crazy crud he's done.

Ghost from the Ghost Zone- Let's face Danny has saved both the Human and Ghost world a dozen times so the residents of the Ghost zone either love, neutral, or hate Team Phantom. For the hate part it's for Team Phantom's enemies like Skulker, Spectra, and others who wish harm. The neutral part is for those who don't believe the Halfa exist, in the Ghost Zone Danny Phantom is an urban legend. For those who love Team Phantom is because they helped the ghost or put ghosts in a positive light.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1032: Teaching Inari Pocky (Persona 5)

1:45 p.m. at LeBlanc Café.......

Yusuke: (Stares at the Three Mini Sticks Futuba is Holding in Front of Him) What am I looking at exactly?

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) Pockies! They're Japanese treats that can shared with two partners. (Starts Twisting her Feet Around and Looking Away in a Shy Manner) Annnd I figured since today is a holiday dedicated to the whole thing entirely, that...we could celebrate the occasion by...eating one ourselves. (Blushes a Little) Just the two of us.

Yusuke: I see.....(Gives Futuba a Neutral Smile) Well, seeing that you're more familiar with the custom than I am, i wouldn't mind it if you were to give the proper instructions.

Futuba: (Happily Nodded) No problem, Inari, I got you. (Smirks While Wiggling Her Finger From Side to Side) You just gotta call me Sensei first~

Yusuke: .....How about I just call by your name instead? I don't quite see you as the actual teaching type.

Futuba: (Places her Hands on Both her Hips With a Pouty Look on her Face) Um for your information, Mr Five Star Artist, I happen to be an excellent at teaching things. Last week, I taught the kiddos at the mansion how to execute the inputs on the Raging Demon perfectly and three of them didn't lose a single round ever since!

Yusuke: That is an admirable feat, I must admit. (Crosses his Arms) But I believe my point of the matter still stands on the matter.

Futuba: ('Groans') Fiiiine. You don't have to call me sensei if you don't want to, killjoy.....

Yusuke: (Went Back to Smiling Again) Spendid. Now, shall we begin with the tradition?

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly Again) Yep! First things first though: (Pulls Up the Three Pockies in her Hands) Which flavor you wanna try out? We got strawberry, chocolate, and caramel.

Yusuke: (Grabs his Chin as He Stares Closely at his Choices of Pocky) Hmm.....The choices here are already tempting enough as they are.....but in the end, I afraid i would go for the flavor of strawberry for now.

Futuba: Strawberry it is then. (Places the Other Two Pockies Back in the Mini Box Before Taking a Bit of a Deep Breath) Okay, so....after we've chosen the flavor of pocky, we now have to start eating the stick from each sides without having come off from our mouths. Oh and we have to take it slow, so no speeding through this!

Yusuke: Ah, so it's like a friendly competition of sorts?

Futuba: Yeah. Something like that.....(Takes One of the Pocky into her Mouth) You ready, Inari?

Yusuke: (Nodding Once He Already His Mouth on the Other Sode of the Stick)

Futuba: Great. Uhh....L-Let's begin!

And so, the duo begins to eat each sides of their pocky stick as they slowly approaches each other.

Futuba: (So....this is it. I'm actually going to kiss Inari. On the lips... With no turning back or anything....('Groans') Come on, Futuba, get a hold of yourself already! Inari kissed you on the cheek once, and sure, you might've blushed like a tomato after that, but you still survived from dying of flustration after that!.....If that's actually a real word or now, but whatever! All you have to do is wait for the perfect timing for the Kiss, YOU GOT THIS- Wow, his lips looks shiny!....Has he been wearing lip balm or something? Should I start putting some on my lips too? I mean, obviously, mines aren't anything to write home about, but-)

Before Futuba could finish fleshing out the recent thoughts in her mind, her and Yusuke accidentally bonk foreheads with one another.

Futuba: Ow! Damnit! (Winces in Pain as She Starts Rubbing her Forehead) That might leave a mark or two....You alright, Inari?

Yusuke: (Sighs While Rubbing his Forehead as Well) Somewhat....My apologies for headbutting you like that. I was too busy admiring the taste of the pocky that I've started to lose focus.

Futuba: Nah, don't worry it. I got myself distracted along the way too. On the plus, neither of us let the stick out of our mouths.

Yusuke: So the challenge ended in a draw?....(Simply Nodded at the Realization) Hm. I suppose that's something I could get behind- (Suddenly Felt a Viberation in his Body as He Takes his Phone Out of his Pants Pocket and Takes a Good the New Message That Was Sent to Him Before Sighing Again) As much as I would love to stay here a little more longer, I must get going. I promised Hades I would paint a portrait of him for his annual Hellfire Party next weekend.

Futuba: (Grabs her Chin With a Smirk on her Face) Ahhh...now you're doing commissions for the Underworld God now? You've really moved up in the world, Inari~

Yusuke: I wouldn't exactly say that I am, but it is nice for my artistic skills and mindset to gain more attention nowadays. (Toss a Golden Ring into the Air Before Expands into Giant, Dimensional Hopping Transport in Front of Him) Are we still on for Anime Night this evening?

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly at Yusuke) Yep! We're starting off with Chainsaw Man at 7:30. (Wiggles her Finger Around While Winking at the Up and Coming Artist) Don't be late~

Yusuke: (Smirks Fondly Whole Letting Out a Chuckle) I wouldn't dream of missing it.

As she watches Yusuke walk into the giant ring before it starts spinning out of existence, Futuba begins to walk away to the csfé living room and sits down next to Morgana, covered in blue lipstick all around his face, on the Sofa, letting out a huge, heavy sigh in the process.

Morgana: How's the Pocky game with Yusuke went?

Futuba: As well as you expected......

Morgana: (Turns to Futuba) Unsuccessful?

Futuba: (Looks Up at the Ceiling) Yeeeup. We headbutted each other at the last second.

Morgana: Yeesh. It didn't hurt you guys too badly, did it?

Futuba: Nah, it was just an unexpected bump is all. Though, I did thought about how shiny Inari's lips really are up close, so......it's not an (Starts Blushing Again)...entire loss I guess....

Morgana: (Puts on a Bit of a Semi Weirded Out Look on his Face) If you really wanna put it like that....(Gently Pats on Futuba's Knee) Just try not to let it discourage you too much, yeah? There's always next time.

Futuba: Yeah, but I rather try doing that mushy stuff again for at least a year or three. But enough about me. (Turns Back to Mona With a Cheeky Smirk.on her Face) You certainly had a better pocky experience than I did~

Morgana: (Chuckles Lightly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth While Blushing) Yeah.....But that's only because she was able to figure my motives behind the game by reading my mind at the last second.

Futuba: (Starts Snickering) Getting find out by telepathy, ain't that some crap.

Morgana: (Snickers as Well) Right? But anyways, after that happened, she decided give me multiple kisses all over the cheeks and forehead in exchange. (Starts Smiling in a Dopey Lile Fashion) Which doesn't bother me in the slightest obviously~

Futuba: ('Heh') Yeah, no kidding.

??????: Oh Mona-Chan!~

The duo turns to see the youngest Velvet Girl giggling and happily waving at her boyfriend.

Lavenza: Happy Pocky Day, my dear~ (Blows a Kiss at Mona) I'll be back in the momnet~(Giggles Some More Before Making her Way Upstairs)

Morgana: (Places his Hand on his Cheek While Blushing a Lot More Than Previously) "K-Kay~

Futuba: You really love that girl, don'tcha?

Morgana: (Lays Himself Down on Futuba's Lap) With all my heart and soul~

Futuba: (Giggles Softly While Gently Ruffling the Top of Mona's Hair) Good, good. 'Happy for you, lover boy. (You crazy kids have more luck in romance than I'm having right now....)

Happy Berated Pocky Day Everyone!

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[nobully]

❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜

𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

'Don't you have your own place?' Wang Yi blurts out before realizing that's probably not why Nicolette's asking. In the wake of her suddenly-too-cheerful smile, he folds without a murmur.

'I-I mean, sure...if you don't mind squeezing in with a bunch of guys.' Technically, one of his roommates is a turtle or something, but he's pretty sure the dude's male too. 'We have a spare room...'

On the other side of the condo, now that he thinks about it, and down the hall from a weird dude with heterochromia he's not sure he should poke. He gets Wang Yi's villain radar pinging on odd days, which is pretty suspect already.

'...actually, on second thought, you can just take my room. It's more furnished and, uh, I can change the sheets and stuff...'

Suddenly everything's turned domestic and Wang Yi's not sure how to deal, except to think about the practicalities.

'Do you need a toothbrush? I think I have a spare. Shit, what about facewash stuff and pajamas, uhh...'

"Yiyi, you make it sound like I'm moving in," Nicolette points out after she's had her fill of him ranting.

'You technically are, for a night,' he retorts.

"It's fineeee. I brought most of the things, see?" Nicolette turns around, magically takes out a Ziploc bag, and shows off her toiletries and toothbrush all in one place.

'Oh, that's good,' Wang Yi relaxes before he suddenly tenses again. 'Wait, did you plan this ahead of time?!'

"I wasn't sure if it'd be with you," Nicolette begins, but—

'You mean I could've refused and you would've tried somewhere else?' Wang Yi interrupts before she can finish.

"What kind of question is that?!"

'The common sense kind?'

"Are you saying you don't actually want me to stay over? You could've admitted that from the start, Wangy!"

'I didn't say that—'

"But you thought it, didn't you?!"

'I don't think!' Wang Yi finally snaps back. 'Not about...stuff like this. Dammit Nicolette, it's not like I have friends coming to sleep over every week! Sun only comes once a month and he's, I don't know, a monkey who can sleep upside down if he wants and you're different, I have to make sure you're comfortable and welcome so—shit, why are you looking at me like that?'

Because Nicolette's stopped fuming, but her bright smile is just as intimidating, especially when she corners him on the couch. "No, go on. I want to hear the rest."

'There isn't any more!' Wang Yi grabs a pillow to act as a shield. Nicolette just leans on it like an armrest, effectively pinning him down.

"No? But you were just getting to the good part? 'Comfortable and welcome' so what?"

Wang Yi only rolls his eyes. 'So you don't kill me in my sleep, what else?'

He's only joking about that part. Maybe.

In any case, Nicolette relents while whining about what a killjoy he is before he shoos her off in the interest of preparing his room. Of course she insists on tagging along, if only to see what he's up to as he tidies the place up.

Luckily, Wang Yi's used to keeping his quarters neat. They're also pretty plain, having no decoration beyond the default furniture. There is a mini-fridge in the room though, which Nicolette finds interesting since there's a communal one in the kitchen. While Wang Yi's changing the sheets, she opens the doors for a peek. The freezer contains packs upon packs of frozen anchovies—for his cat, she guessed, though she'd only heard of him a couple times—while the bottom had two pretty familiar presents.

Huh. Weren't these the Valentine's chocolates from her and Zhilan? She recognized that star-shaped chocopop at a glance, and the other fancy box was definitely her booze candy.

"You haven't eaten these yet?" she called out to the guy who was now fluffing up fresh pillows.

'What?' Wang Yi glanced back, saw her at the fridge, and shrugged. 'Oh. They're gifts, so I want to keep them.'

"You know these have an expiration date, right?"

'Yeah? They'll last for a bit though.'

"But they taste better if you eat them fresh!" Already, Nicolette's taking out her own present from the fridge—she'll leave Zhilan's untouched, of course. "Come on, let's have some now!"

'No, I want to save it.'

"Well, I want to eat it!"

'Tch, it's my gift,' Wang Yi points out.

"Yeah, and I bought it for you? That means dibs for me too."

'That's not how it works—'

"Besides, if you like these so much, I'll tell you where to buy them."

'I'm not going to buy myself a box.'

"Oh, so you want me to gift you another one instead?" Nicolette arches her eyebrows, reveling in the sight of Wang Yi left momentarily tongue-tied. "Or did you just not like my gift, Yiyi?"

She's getting better at navigating his highs and lows; as expected, whenever it was something that could hurt her—or anyone's—feelings, he always backtracked.

'No, I just...I just wanted to save it for later...'

"That just sounds like you just don't want to eat them."

'It's not that!!'

When he panics, she knows she's got him.

—

They end up finishing half the box, though she insists on Wang Yi eating most of the chocolates since it's his present. Sadly, there's hardly enough alcohol in them to get him close to drunk. Instead, Nicolette finds something else in his room to entertain them: fairy tale books for kids.

'They're for Sun,' Wang Yi explains when she holds up one with a questioning look. 'He can't really read so I...read to him when he stays over.'

"Oh really? I didn't think you were the type." Nicolette's eyes are shining with mirth as she sits in his bed, dressed in an oversized sweatshirt (his) and shorts (hers). "Can you read me one too?"

'Uhh...but can't you read just fine?'

"It's not the same! Come on, Wangy? Pretty please~"

'Ugh, I'll do it if you stop talking in that tone of voice.'

Another point taken: Wang Yi's more likely to do something if he has an excuse for it first. Honestly, she's pretty sure she can read him like a book by now.

"What are we reading tonight?" Nicolette asks, milking this for all it's worth as she sits expectantly on the bed.

'Uh, The Princess and the Pea,' Wang Yi grabs the first book off the pile. 'Pfft...oh yeah, she reminds me of you.'

"What, because she's royalty?"

'Because she ends up sleeping in some random guy's house.'

She throws a pillow at him. "Well then, you're the pea because you're being a pain!"

'If you know the story already, we can read another one...'

"No, this one's fine," Nicolette stops him before he can replace the book. "Besides, aren't you supposed to keep reading until I fall asleep?"

'You can't be serious.'

"Or I can talk your ear off."

'Okay, okay, I'll read, I'll read...'

She doesn't expect him to do as she says, but Wang Yi's surprisingly docile tonight. He finishes the first book and picks up the second, going through it at a steady pace. Although he doesn't bother acting out any of the scenes or changing to different voices for the characters, there's a soothing steadiness to his diction, more than enough to put her at ease. Though that just puzzles Nicolette some more.

Was he...always this easygoing?

Their dynamic has always been more push and pull, but today he's stepping completely to the beat of her drum. He's not wholly relaxed either—there's a tenseness in his body that tightens up whenever she gets too close, like he's wary of something.

It's really fucking weird, but it'd be weirder to call him out on it, so she'd poked and prodded and ended up literally having story time like a kid.

...wait, story's not going on anymore.

Nicolette looks over and sees that Wang Yi's actually nodding off. She immediately stops moving, watching as his head bobs up and down before he finally knocks out on the bed, head sprawled over her stomach under the sheets. She gently plucks the latest book from his fingers and glances at the cover; ironically, it's Sleeping Beauty.

He is the pretty type, isn't he? His eyelashes are long enough and the pink hair speaks for itself. She wonders whether she should wake him and reaches out to poke his cheek...

Wang Yi stirs.

Faster than the speed of light, Nicolette lies down and pretends to be asleep herself. She hears rustling before the sharp scrape of a chair—that would be Wang Yi pushing himself back from the bed—and then a creak as he gets up and tiptoes to the bed and mutters to himself.

'Shit—did I fall sleep first? Or did we doze off together? Uhh...where's the book...'

She'd placed Sleeping Beauty by the window, which means Wang Yi has to reach across the bed to get it back. He does so gingerly, and that's when she has the brilliant idea to roll over in the bed just to screw with him. Nicolette can pinpoint the exact second he freezes mid-grab just to make sure she's still sleeping. When he recovers enough to readjust himself, she rolls back on her back and draws up her knees, knocking into Wang Yi enough that he almost crashes into her with a muttered oath.

Oh no, this is more fun than she thought.

So of course when Wang Yi does snatch the book and tries to make a speedy retreat, she lunges upright and grabs him.

"Boo!"

'YAGHH!'

They collide in a mess on the mattress, her arms and legs trapping him against her torso and damn, she's never seen Wang Yi this red-faced in his life.

"Oh my god," she chortles in mock astonishment. "You're not a pea, Yiyi. You're a freakin' tomato."

'And you're a fucking heart attack!'

Now this is the tempo she recognizes. "Says the guy trying to climb into my bed?"

She doesn't think it's possible, but Wang Yi turns even redder and starts sputtering excuses which while cute as they are, don't really help his case.

"I mean all right, so it's technically your bed. Since you're halfway on it already, why not climb in all the way?"

'What—no, I—aargh!' Summoning strength from nowhere, Wang Yi finally breaks free and runs for the hallway. 'Dammit, go put yourself to sleep!'

In hindsight, Nicolette realizes she probably pushed him too far for that last bit. But well, it was a learning experience!

Next time she'd get him for sure.

[kill-the-rockstar]

Mirrorball (Party Poison x Gender Neutral! reader)

Summary: Three times Party Poison thought he was in love and one time he knew

Folklore Masterlist

A/N - You know the drill, Y/KJ/N means Your Killjoy Name ect. It's been a minute since I read a killjoy fic so if I get some of the terminology wrong, ✨sorry✨ Hope you enjoy :)

Requested by: @starshineandbooks

I'm a mirrorball / I'll show you every version of yourself tonight // Hush / When no one is around, my dear / You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes / Spinning in my highest heels, love / Shining just for you / Hush / I know they said the end is near

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

One

The first time Party Poison thought he might be in love, it was late at night.

The fab Four were at Dr Death's with a few other Killjoys trading supplies.

Y/KJ/N had been staying with them at the diner for a while - after their crew were killed by Dracs and they'd found them wandering aimlessly near the diner.

Since then Party and Y/KJ/N had become close, enjoying each other's company in the downtime between missions.

The idea that maybe he wanted more than a friendship struck him as Y/KJ/N talked with a lilac haired killjoy he knew as Felony Steve. Party didn't particularly trust the other man, but he felt something more as he watched Y/KJ/N talk to him.

Not jealousy exactly just... He wanted to be the one making them smile. Felony was showing them how to make paper stars out of the wrapper of a Power Pup can, and they looked happier than Party had ever seen them.

He wanted to make them smile like that. And he had a suspicion as to why.

Two

It was around three AM, and Party couldn't sleep.

He pulled his jacket on and shuffled around the diner, moving towards the patch of moonlight that shone though onto the floor from the slightly open front door.

Through the gap he could see Y/KJ/N sat on the porch, so he quietly opened the door and sat down beside them.

They didn't really acknowledge his presence at first, but after a few minutes - and with a quiet sigh - they lent their head on his shoulder.

"Carbon for your thoughts?" he murmured, unsure how awake they really were but concerned for his friend.

"How long have you got?" They joked half heartedly, and he could feel them smiling a little against him, "I just... Do you sometimes wish you'd never left Battery City? Never figured out how fucked up it all was? Cuz don't get me wrong, out here I feel like me but... It takes so much effort. We have to be strong all the time and constantly on edge because we could die any minute and, I don't know... Sometimes I wish I just didn't work out what was going on... I'm so tired Party."

They pulled away from him a little then, and he missed the feeling of their warmth in the cold desert night.

"I get it," he turned towards them, resting his head against the wall he was leaning on, "things were easier when you could just believe what you were told... But we get to dye our hair cool colours here." He smirked, and Y/KJ/N knodded sleepily. "C'mon, let's get back to bed you... You can sleep in mine if you want the company?" he asked tentatively, helping them up from the dusty porch.

"That'd be nice. I have less bad thoughts when I'm around you." They told him absentmindedly, half asleep and leaning against him as he wrapped his arm around them and they shuffled back inside.

Three

Kobra Kid, Jet Star, Fun Ghoul and The Girl were at Dr Death's, so Party Poison was sat on the floor of the diner with Y/KJ/N sorting through some boxes of contraband they'd stolen from BLInd a few days earlier.

Every so often they'd come across something they wanted to keep, the rest was put in a pile to be given away, and they showed each other the interesting things they'd found.

Party wasn't really paying attention, until he heard a clack on the floor and looked up to see Y/KJ/N wearing a sparkling pair of high heels, holding onto the counter unsteadily.

Getting up to help them, they grinned as they grabbed onto his arms and wobbled towards him.

"Y'know, I think you should put on that top hat we found earlier and dance with me." they said as they regained their balence, "I think it'd fit with that record we just dug up, it looked jazzy."

And how could he say no?

So they danced in the golden light of the sunset, Y/KJ/N holding tightly onto Party Poison, until they started bumping into the debris on the floor because it had become so dark.

And when the others came back, they found them both asleep propped up against each other in one of the booths. Y/KJ/N's shoes half falling off, and the top hat having slipped down over Poison's eyes.

The Time He Knew

Party Poison couldn't sleep.

His head was spinning with thoughts of BLind, the Killjoys that'd been lost in fights with the Dracs, and what happened to them afterwards.

Was this a fight they'd ever win, or would it outlive them?

"Party." came a whisper from the doorway and he propped himself up on what passed for his bed to see Y/KJ/N stood in the doorway.

"yeah?"

"I could hear you stressing out through the walls. You okay?"

".. Not really" He responded after a minute. What was the point in hiding it? Usually he could push the anxieties behind his anger and the joy he found in this life but right now, the fear for his life and those around him was hitting him hard.

What would he do if he lost Y/KJ/N?

How could he survive that?

They'd sat down next to him at that point, and pulled him into their arms, and he could hear their heartbeat to ground him.

"I can't promise everything's going to be fine. And I know that sucks," they told him as he relaxed into their embrace, "but you know as well as I do that we have to take what we've got. And personally, having you is pretty good to me."

Party looked up at them, trying to judge by their face what they meant by that, but their eyes were fixed on a patch of moonlight shining through the badly boarded up window.

He knew he had to tell them then.

Tomorrow wasn't promised with the life they led, but right now they were together.

And he was head over heels, madly in love with them.

"Y/KJ/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm in love with you."

"Good, I was hoping you would be. I love you too as it happens."

"Good." He murmured back, already beginning to drift off in the arms of the person he now knew for a fact loved him back.

[chaos-in-bright-pink-hair-dye]

The stars still shine as bright

So, @ordinary-dust happy fucking birthday! Since I can't give you a gift irl I wanted to at least write or draw something for you and well why not both actually. I love you and here have this Kobrastar so that you don't have to create all the content for this ship yourself as you said XD

It isn't easy to be brought back into a world that is nothing like the one you left twelve years ago but in the end it doesn't seem as hopeless when you have your partner by your side.

wordcount: 1358

warnings: death mention

Kobra wiped his hands to get rid of the grease and dust, there was something wrong with 27 and he, for the love of the Witch, couldn’t figure out what. He checked and took apart everything at least twice looking for broken gearing, corroded parts, exchanged all the belts and hoses and just couldn’t find what’s bothering his bike so much. Everything seemed in perfect condition yet she always whined and growled in a way that made Kobra’s soul ache when he tried starting her and his inability to fix it was driving him crazy.

The twelve years of standing under a sheet, getting dusted on, uncared for, becoming another ghost of the past really took a toll on her, it was wonder no one stole her, actually. He could probably thank Cherri or Dr. D for that, he was a legend in the zones of course, but when you’re a killjoy there’s no respect for your things after you die, someone needs them more and there’s no arguing with that so no matter how great The Fabulous Killjoys were none of their stuff would be left if it wasn’t for the radio crew.

It was weird to wake up into a world without them, Kobra knew them since his first day in the zones, he couldn’t imagine the desert without Dr Death’s broadcast blasting from the radio on long rides, without Cherri stopping by to brag about another clap he barely made it out of alive or without Newsie’s familiar laugh on the waves. But it’d been three months and they were really gone. And so was BL/Ind. It didn’t feel right, it was all they fought for, all they died for but it just didn’t feel right. The Girl did defeat them and now that there was no revolution, there was no need for four mismatched teens who knew nothing than running on gasoline and gunpowder, there was no place for them anymore, they were out of their time, imprints of the past somehow brought back, lost and trying to find their place in the world they didn’t know and that didn’t need them. They couldn’t go back to their old lives, there were no old lives to go back to after all, but they couldn’t go back to the city either, they simply didn’t belong.

‘Hey, Speed, want some help? Can’t stand the wailing anymore’ familiar cheerful voice from behind Kobra’s back jerked him out of his thoughts. How long has he been staring into nothingness? He quickly glanced around, the ground was still covered in spare parts, misplaced pieces of metal and plastic and screws, and he was still holding the cloth covered in motor oil, now more brown and grey than white, one tear rolling down his cheek, he quickly wiped it of before turning to Jet smirking in the way that earned him his reputation and name, teeth bared and every word dripping with venom that wasn’t really meant: ‘Thought ya were outside helping Party and Ghoul with the car, needs care too. And knowin’ Ghoulie it could be putting a bomb under the hood and not that I wouldn’t like bein’ dead but few more days’d be nice.’ but he knew Jet noticed the movement of his hand, the slight tremble in his voice, he always did.

‘Can’t take a break to visit my favourite crewmate?’ Jet rolled his eyes leaning on the doorframe ‘Plus Party and Ghoul were throwing hands over some fuckin’ bullshit as usual when I left so ‘s your brother I’d be worried about.’ the older killjoy laughed. His laugh died away turning into a warm smile as his eyes got caught on something on Kobra’s chest. Kobra loved Jet’s smiles, he didn’t smile often, at least not when anyone could see him but on the rare occasions when he did Kobra could swear the desert sun didn’t feel so bright in comparison anymore.

‘You really never go anywhere without it huh?’ Jet uttered with amazement as he walked slowly to the younger killjoys still not lifting his gaze from the small ring of gold hanging from Kobra’s neck on an old beat-up chain, the metal shining bright in the dim lighting of the room. ‘I know how much it means to you. And... it means a lot to me.’ Kobra whispered softly wrapping his own hand around Jet’s, he could feel the heat radiating from his skin, Kobra’s hands were always cold but but Jet’s burned with the warmth of thousand stars and Kobra would like to pretend it was the only reason he like being close to Jet so much but everyone knew it wasn’t true.

‘Zone rats like us might not really praise these but it was your mother’s and… and I appreciate this so much yk.’ He smiled at Jet who finally looked up and back at him, sometimes Kobra forgot how beautiful Jet Star really was. He might be covered in sand and dust, infinite scars covering every part of his body, his bright blue and purple hair not really so vibrant anymore and his eyes clouded with worries and stress even tho he tried to bury them deep underneath loud laughs and ironic remarks but again and again Kobra realized he’d never seen anyone more beautiful than the boy standing in front of him, every little imperfection making him love him even more.

‘Maybe I wasn’ talkin’ about 27 before, Kobes.... You’re not really yourself, I can see it.’ Jet whispered laying his hand gently on Kobra’s cheek, worries visibly reflecting on his face. 'None of us is okay, Star.’ Kobra snickered as he wrapped his arms around the older boy’s shoulders pulling him closer. He missed hugging Jet, he missed his smell, he missed the strength he hugged him back with that made him feel so safe.

‘Is true.’ Jet had to admit, none of them really felt like themselves but how could that be of any surprise. How could you feel completely okay waking up after over a decade of being dead. ‘Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun, hm. Just the two of us. Party and Ghoul will find a way to entertain themselves and maybe if we’re lucky they won’t even burn the whole place down.’ Jet laughed winking at Kobra, bright blue curls falling into his eyes before he left a butterfly like kiss on the side of his neck. 'Heard there’s a party in The Nest tonite, how about we take the AM. Haven’t seen ya wear that pretty red dress in a while’ this time Kobra was the one to kiss Jet on the corner of his mouth smiling as he saw the bright blush on his cheeks covered in freckles. He always thought it looked like the night sky somehow found its way onto his pretty face and wondered how his name matched him so perfectly in so many ways.

‘Sounds nice, Shiny’ he kissed his partner again before sliding his ring from the necklace and back onto his finger where it belonged. They did have their beads to prove their pledge but he always liked the way their rings were special and he never took his off unless there was a high chance, he could lose it and even in that case he still kept it close to him tucked safely underneath his t-shirt.

‘Okay, by the car in fifteen. Gotta get those two boogies of our tails’ Jet winked and Kobra before quickly disappearing into the dark hallway and Kobra had to smile. He had to smile ‘cause he loved the boy so damn much and Destroya fuck it now he really had to go find the red dress. He had to smile ‘cause he knew Jet would look beautiful in the fifteen minutes they agreed on casually leaning on the white car he praised so much with glitter in his hair, his eyes shining in the setting sun and smiling in such a way that everything around would seem to disappear. And everything could be fucked but it didn’t really matter when he had Jet Star by his side again.

ID: Digital drawing of Kobra Kid and Jet Star slow dancing and lovingly smiling at each other. Kobra has his right arm on Jet's shoulder and his left hand in his hair and Jet is holding Kobra by his waist, Jet is a little bit taller than Kobra and their noses are only few centimetres away from each other. Kobra Kid is wearing red dress and has two little black stars painted on his cheekbone. Jet Star is wearing a black crop-top and his curly hair is black at the top turning purple and blue the longer it gets, he also has glitters on his nose, cheeks and in his hair. The background is a gradient going from yellow in the middle of the image through purple to black at the edges, the yellow functioning as a backlighting giving Kobra and Jet warm yellow rim lighting. There are little white blurred lights all across the scene. /End ID

[kittycatgundam]

A Hazbin Christmas

You may not think hell celebrates Christmas but you be wrong, there was even snow if you could imagine that. Everyone in the Happy Hotel aka Hazbin Hotel were very busy put up Christmas decorations, helping what little guest they had, and deal with threats to the hotel. Demon in hell still through the hotel was a joke.

Charlie and Vaggie were putting ornaments on the giant Christmas tree in the lobby. Charlie is the princess of hell. She and Vaggie a moth demon own the hotel. There 3 Christmas trees in the whole hotel one in lobby, another one in the dining room, and the last one was in the ballroom.

Angel Dust a spider demon and porn star, Husk bartender/front desk, and Niffty the housekeeper decorated the tree in dinning room. Well Husk and Niffty were there not only to help Angel with decorating the tree but to also keeping Angel from putting on any inappropriate decorations.

Alastor The Radio Demon and Pixie The Siren decorated the tree in the ballroom. These were Overlords, very powerful demons and deal makers. These were the demons other demons would warn you about. They could just snap their fingers and the tree would be done but they decided not use any of their voodoo magic. They were putting up the ornaments by hand.

"It been awhile since we anything like this Al."

"Very true my sassy songbird!"

Pixie and Alastor were best friends. A lot of Male demons came to the hotel just get a look at Pixie. She is has beautiful as she was powerful. Alastor wasn't happy when this happened. Not one of these demons wanted to check into the hotel and they were treating Pixie like she was some sideshow attraction. He didn't have problem scaring them away and as long Pixie didn't know the better.

Soon all the trees were finish and the hotel was now decorated for Christmas. Everyone was back in the lobby. The conversation went to Christmas events. They decided on a Christmas party on Christmas day. This started a argument on who was cooking Christmas dinner. Alastor, Pixie, and Angel Dust were the only one who knew how to cook.

"Come on I'm a great cook! Al, you and Pixie have to let me help out with Christmas dinner!"

"I don't know Angel. Al and I been cooking together for a while now and I haven't seen you in the kitchen that much."

"We don't need Angel in the kitchen with us, My sassy songbird! Besides from what I hear he only know how to cook pasta dishes anyway!"

"So what Alastor? Pasta dishes are still cooking!"

"Al just let Angel help with Christmas dinner."

"I don't think that be a good idea, we don't know were Angel been and who he been with. He might be too dirty for the hotel kitchen!"

"You two stop this, Angel if you can keep yourself clean then you can help with dinner but you do what Al and I tell you got it."

"No, problem!"

"Fine, Angel can help!"

This was Pixie first Christmas at the hotel and Alastor want it to be perfect. He want her to be happy and Christmas had been one of her favorite holidays. Singing songs, cooking dinner, and put out decorations. He remember when they were alive how much fun Pixie had around Christmas. He want this to be the best Christmas Pixie ever had.

Most demons through Alastor and Pixie were dating. No one ask either of them if they were a couple or not but they would always say that they were close friends or best friends. Pixie was always under Alastor protection even though she didn't need it.

Ever time Pixie was seen together with Alastor on their many outings she was smiling, talking, and laughing at his jokes. Alastor was never seen without a smile but since meeting Pixie again his smiles were brighter and wider. They both seen happy together and most demons left it at that.

There some demon who were jealous of one them or both. These demons try to pick a fight with them only to be squeeze by tentacles or to be play with like cat toy by a giant Shadow Cat.

Charlie had a idea and it a good one too even Vaggie agree. The idea was to have a Christmas ball. Angel and Alastor were of course going fight about the music but it would get figure out by Christmas day hopefully. Niffty got right work cleaning the ballroom as Husk look over drink lists and check the bottles of alcohol.

Of course the girls needed dresses and the guys need tuxedos. Charlie and Vaggie went to see Lilith Charlie mom. Angel was getting his own tuxedo. Alastor and Pixie went to Rose's Boutique. There they met a couple of old friends Rose and Mimzy. They hug Pixie as soon as they saw her. The four of them talked over coffee and tea.

As soon as they finish their tea and coffee the girls went to the back of the store while Alastor look around. They decided on a dress and Rose help Alastor find a tux.

At the ball the girls show off their dresses. They all had ballgown. Charlie had on a white and pink gown with red poinsettias on it. Vaggie had purple gown with sliver snowflakes on it. Niffty had on a green gown with Christmas presents on it. Pixie gown was red with green holly leafs on it. Angel, Alastor, and Husk had on tuxedos with gold and silver designs on them. Angel tux was pink and white while Husk tux was black and Alastor tux was red.

Charlie had asked both her parents the king and queen of hell to come but they both too busy. Most of the overlords didn't come with is good because Angel didn't want to deal with Valentino and if Vox came he and Alastor wouldn't get along. Both Rose and Mimzy Came to the ball. Cherry Bomb came with Angel. Sir Pentious came to the ball too as long as he and his Eggboys was on their best behavior. Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench decline to come. Lots of unknown demons came as well.

Charlie dance with Vaggie, Angel dance with Cherry, and Pixie dance with Rose and Mimzy. Soon everyone was dancing and having a good time. Niffty clean when need to but did dance some Husk just stay at the open bar and pour drinks and when he wasn't he was drinking.

Pixie dance with Angel a few times. His hands were always trying to go place they shouldn't but Pixie eyes started glowing blue tell him without saying a word that his hands need to back in the appropriate places.

Pixie even dance with Sir Pentious at least once. As well as few other demons. She was having a great time and so was everyone else.

A Christmas jazz song come on it reminded Pixie of Alastor. She wondering if he ever dance with her before the ball ended. Other male demons want to dance with her as well but a male demon had beating them to it.

Alastor had walk up Pixie and bow gracefully and extended his hand toward her.

"Would you like to dance my beautiful princess?"

Alastor love teasing Pixie and was entertain by her reactions and snappy comebacks most demons took it as them flirting with each other.

"I would be delighted my handsome prince."

As they were dancing Pixie's gown seem to be making dancing difficult for both her and Alastor.

"I think you need a dress change something easier to move in let's see what a little of my voodoo magic can do."

Alastor spun Pixie around and as she twirled her dress change magically from a gown to a red and green short flapper dress with a red boa around her body and red high heels. In her blue hair was a jeweled Holly barrette with emeralds and rubys that sparkled.

"Now that what I call a dress!"

Pixie and Alastor danced until the ball ended. They help clean up and put food away. Angel help Husk put away the bottles of alcohol that he hadn't finished off. After opening presence everyone but Alastor and Pixie went to bed.

Since both Alastor and Pixie were powerful Overlords they would check the hotel any demons troublemakers who were hiding.

After they check the whole hotel the last place to check was the ballroom. When they were done and they felt the hotel was safe Pixie smile.

"This was the best Christmas I ever Al."

"I'm happy to hear it my beautiful songbird but it not over yet!"

Soon jazz music filled the ballroom and Alastor grabbed Pixie hand for one last dance. As they dance the ballroom filled little lights like little fireflies dancing around them. Her eyes never left his. He hug her close and she put her arms around his neck.

Pixie knew two thing about Alastor. One he not interested in sex. She felt sex was not important in relationship to begin with. Two he didn't like been touched. Pixie never had a problem with Alastor touching her.

Alastor seem ok with Pixie arms around his neck which mean that he truly trusted her. She also trust him. He give her a sweet kiss on the forehead as they continued to be in their own little word dancing the night away.

[spectraspecs-writes]

Dantooine - Chapter 50 (Carth)

Link to the masterpost. Chapter 49. Chapter 51.

A/N: Well, that’s it for a bit. I still have more to write, plus my consistently available computer time is at my student job and my last shift ends in an hour. Not that I have any regular readers. I feel like this will blow up sometime in 5 or 6 years and I’ll still be plowing away on the last chapter of the Star Forge, lol.

——–

Wow, they sure know how to calm a girl down, don’t they? The fate of the galaxy is in my hands, apparently. That’s not stressful at all.

I think I want to spend one last night here on Dantooine. But not on the ship. Or in the Enclave. I want to sleep out on the plains. Hey! What if we all go camping? Like with tents and tarps and stuff? And I invite everyone to come with me? That would be so much fun! And we can make a fire and tell stories, it’ll be great!

I think I’ll invite Carth first. I need to tell him that we’ll be leaving tomorrow anyway. Tatooine first, for Mission. He’s the pilot, he should know what’s going on. He’s probably in the cockpit. Yep, there he is. “Hey, Carth.”

“What did the Council have to say about the ruins?” Getting right to business, I see. 

“They have tasked me - and Bastila, of course - with going to the planets on the Star Map, finding more Star Maps, and using them to track down the Star Forge.”

He gives a heavy sigh - really heavy. “Fine. Where are we going?”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on leaving now, if that’s alright with you.”

“Fine with me.” He sounds really irritated.

Wait a minute, he wanted to talk to me. “You wanted to talk to me about something yesterday. What’s up?” He shakes his head. Trying to brush it, brush me, off again. Uh-uh. Not this time. “You’ve been very quiet lately, you know that?” I ask him as he presses buttons on the control panel.

“Have I?” he says rhetorically, “I suppose. I guess I just don't like being left out of the loop.”

Wait, what? “Left out of the loop? How do you mean?”

“Left out of the loop?” he repeats slowly, upset, “You know, not being told anything, strung along? It's really starting to irritate me.”

“I know what it means, Carth.” Don’t patronize me, dude. “And I'm not the one leaving you out of the loop.”

“No?” Again with the rhetorical questions, “Well, you certainly aren't helping matters any, either.”

“I’ve been telling you everything you asked me!” Have we been having the same conversations? Show me where I‘ve said that I couldn’t or wouldn’t tell you something.

“Well, then maybe you can enlighten me.”

“Fire away, flyboy.”

“Well, for one thing, I want to know what the Jedi Council said to you. They pulled you in there and refused to tell me a thing about it! I'm rather curious to know what went on, and why they didn't keep you on Dantooine for training. Isn't that strange?”

Well… yeah, I guess. “I guess they thought it was more important that I help find the Star Maps instead.”

“And why is that?” he asks still, “You were a great help on Taris, but why would they keep you with us? Don't they… don't they have to train you?”

“What are you implying here?” Because he’s implying something. “Because I think I've done pretty well so far on my own.”

“That's completely beside the point,” he says, “The Jedi encouraged you to stay with us, and I don't believe the reasons they gave! I mean, you're a neophyte Padawan who's been saddled with the responsibility of tracking down these Star Maps. Why? That's not normal!

“I am not trying to provoke you, or imply that you're somehow responsible for the Jedi Council… but give me a hand, here! There has to be a reason!”

“Are you trying to say I’m not needed?” Because let’s face it dude, if not for me you’d be dead somewhere on Taris. If you don’t think that I’ve got it in me to save your ass again, you’ve got another thing coming.

“No, I don't… I didn't mean that you weren't wanted, or that I want to go, it's just… damn it!” he swears, “I'll tell you this much… I am not going to wait around until I'm betrayed again!”

Whoa, whoa, back the fuck up! “I am not going to betray you!” I shout at him, “I am not Saul!”

He scoffs, “Well, we'll see about that, won't we?”

And right after he says that, I can see regret in his eyes. But I’m not letting him off that easy. After all, he’s finally said what he really feels, why would I let that go? “Look,” he starts to say, trying to be softer now, “I didn't mean it that way.” And just what way did you mean it? “I want to get to Saul, not…” he stammers, before giving up, “... no… no, forget it. It seems all I can do is insult you, isn't it?”

“Oh, so now I’m over sensitive in addition to being a backstabbing bitch?”

“I never said that!”

“No, but it’s pretty damn clear you were thinking it!”

He sighs again. “Look, just... forget I said anything. Let's… let's… just get on with what we were doing. Was- was there something else you wanted?”

Not anymore, asshole! “Just to tell you that you’re not invited on my camping trip.” And I turn on my heel and leave. Wow, that sounded childish, but it feels serious to me. What a son of a bitch! I thought at this point that he trusted me! Where the hell does he get off acting like I’ve been going behind his back since day one? I have been away from the ship for basically a month, of course I haven’t told him everything! Not to mention the fact that he’s been quiet for the past two or three days anyway! It’s hard to answer questions if you never ask any!

Chill out a bit, Rena. Do not let him ruin your plans for a fun evening. Ask whoever you see first. Even if it’s… “T3!” I see the droid first. I know I know, “Rena, why are you inviting a droid to go camping with you?” Because I like droids and I love him and he’s my droid! Plus, hey, even with Juhani no longer spreading a dark and gloomy influence over the plains, kath hounds are pretty dangerous, and there are still Mandalorian raiders tromping around. Point being, I want someone keeping an eye open while we sleep, and let us know if something comes. I’ve always had a droid for that in the past. T3 turns to me and beeps inquisitively. “I want to go camping tonight, out on the plains, do you want to come?” He beeps again, a question. “I really want you there.” And another beep. “Yes, I know you don’t sleep, but that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t be welcome.” He beeps again. He’s sassing me now. But then a beep in the affirmative. “Thanks, T3! I’m glad you’re coming with me!”

He beeps again and rolls away, passing Bastila as he leaves. “Where in particular are you going that the droid is following you?”

“Camping trip tonight, out on the plains,” I tell her, “Want to come?”

“No, I think not, thank you,” she says, “I’m surprised you want to spend another night on Dantooine. I was under the impression you were tired of being here.”

“Tired of being in the Enclave, yeah, but I could never get sick of sleeping under the stars,” I tell her, “It’s quite relaxing.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy yourself,” she says, “I assume you’re inviting everyone else - Canderous, Mission, Carth…”

“Ugh!” I groan, “Don’t talk to me about that nerf-herder, he is not coming.” I go into the cargo hold to see what I can dig up there as far as supplies, and Bastila follows me. “Everyone else, yeah.” No, I think maybe we should try to find food out there. Track down an iriaz, maybe. And if we can’t find anything, I can just as easily walk back to the Enclave, talk to a merchant for something. “We can leave for the search for the Star Maps tomorrow.”

“I’m not complaining,” she says, “Have a good time.” She starts to leave, but then comes back. “Oh,” she says, “I think Juhani just boarded. Mission is showing her around.”

“Great! I’ll go ask them!” I move past her and towards the main hold, and see Mission talking to Juhani. Mission is excited. Juhani looks a bit uncomfortable.

Then she sees me. “Master J-” She stops herself. “Rena,” she corrects, “Thank you for accepting me on your journey, and helping me resist the Dark Side.”

“Oh, hey, no problem, you needed help, I’m just glad I could help you,” I say. 

“Rena’s really good at helping people. One time my friend Big Z was kidnapped by some Gamorrean slavers, and Rena helped me out, no problem,” Mission says. Singing my praises - how sweet of her. I think I’m blushing.

“Just bringing a little light to the darkness,” I say with a shrug.

“If there is anything I can do to help you on this mission, please tell me! I can't begin to repay you for- for the kindness you’ve shown me,” Juhani says.

“I’m glad to have you,” I say. Now, to my camping trip! “Would you like to come camping with me tonight? Sleep under the stars, tell stories around a fire - it’ll be fun!”

“I’ve never been camping before!” Mission says excitedly, “I’d love to go! I’ll go tell Big Z!” And she scurries off to find her Wookiee friend.

“They seem an odd pair,” Juhani comments.

“They’re sort of like family for each other,” I say, “So are you coming?”

“I am honored to accept your invitation,” she says. If she’s going to keep talking like this, we’re going to have to have a little chat.

“Great!” I say, “Pack a bag and set it near the door. We can go as soon as everyone’s ready.” I go to the port side quarters to ask Canderous, but before I can say anything, he speaks. 

“Mission already told me,” he says, “You want to go camping? You want to spend a night outside sleeping on rocks? And you thought I’d be interested?”

“That’s correct.”

He laughs a bit. “Then count me in. But I’m not sharing a tent with Captain Killjoy.”

“Carth is not coming,” I say firmly, “You don’t have to worry.”

“Oh?” he asks, cocking his eyebrow, “Sounds like there’s a story there.”

I roll my eyes. “I do not want to talk about it right now. Pack a bag, set it by the door. We’ll leave when everyone’s ready.”

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writing wrapped 5 & 8 !!

5- favorite line section of dialogue?

Waugh. Um. Looks. Ok this was difficult because my stories usually have an insane amount of description and very little dialogue but I think it's between this whole Bit in the corpse fic (nikolai pov)

“How did Lucifer fall?” he asked me with all the conviction of the most devout nun, fingers twining the chain that suspended his own cross. “Ah, I know this one,” I laughed, clasping his hand in mine, “Enlightenment!” “Clever boy!” He kissed my knuckles and swept my hair back, secrets hidden in those tendons. I resolved to expose them, I ached to see them, those sweet organ chords. “He flew too close to God, and dared to light his own lantern with the stars.”

and this from my bigass as of yet unpublished Killjoys Thang (poison pov)

The girl was staring at Destroya. “Big, huh?” I smiled, exhaustion tinging my sigh. She nodded. “It looks like a junk droid but way way way bigger. And really old. Is it dead?” “Yeah.” I turned to go, but it seemed she wasn’t done. “Do you think it saw the dinosaurs?” Ghoul got a kick out of that, turning aside as the other two went to the door. “No, I doubt it. It’s not that old.” “Wow.” She leaned on me, her hair in my face. “What was it?” I held her to my chest and breathed in, full of wind and dusty hope. “God.” Her eyes grew big. Ghoul laughed, and I knew he would. “You really feeding the kid that crap? It’s a pile of junk.” “Laugh all you want. You weren’t there,” I shook my head. “In 2010, with the androids on Satellite Row. I know it. I feel it in my soul, it’s part of Destroya.” He just sighed, shoulders falling. “Yeah, like you felt it in your soul that the walls were covered in eyes last week. I’d trust your cock more often than that soul thing you claim’s in there.” His hand slipped from my waist, cocking his head towards the door. “Bring the kid in.” “I see better on acid than off it,” I taunted, following him. I let the topic drop. “You weren’t on acid,” he muttered. I let the topic drop.

8- did you have a word that you use too often?

god I know back a few years ago I used to beat the word "crimson" to fucking death but I don't think I do that anymore? That was the result of writing exclusively about vampire media lol.

Nowadays I only beat to death the words "vulnerable" and "desperately". (which I also did back then as well.) Literally I am so normal. I think every author is sometimes guilty of overusing "seemed" but yeah that one too.

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what are your thoughts on the member's personality? i just read your post about why you think aron isn't participating in the show and found it really interesting. i also agree with you that i don't think aron has the mentality to deal with the atmosphere of the program like the other four do

Oh, this is gonna be a long one because I have so many feelings about all of these boys and I really treasure them. 

I’ll go in alphabetical order by stage name. 

Regarding Aron, he is so ridiculously American, and more specifically, super West Coast. He seems to be the type that just wings everything, outgoing, socialite type. He really enjoys attention and is always willing to go to a party. He’s kind of still in that stage where all he wants is to drink and have fun with friends, and the concept of working just isn’t something he’s concerned with. Despite having told us he’s a Democrat, he definitely seems to hold some traditional views on roles (gender, status, etc etc). I think Aron’s nickname “maknae hyung” really encapsulates his personality; he’s a little childish and all play, despite being the oldest member of the group. He’s also the type to speak first and think later, which is how he’s gotten himself in a lot of trouble before (and probably why now he just doesn’t speak much at all). Aron is the type that thinks it’s more important to have lots and lots of friends and connections, and he also expects himself to have a relatively typical homelife once he’s ready to settle down (as I said, still has some traditional views). 

Baekho definitely reads as an older brother type (and he even has a younger brother himself, so it makes sense that he’d take on this role). If you pay attention, you can tell he likes to tease the other members, but only with love. He also is not a “flower-boy” and never will be a “flower-boy.” It’s just not his style. Baekho also seems to prefer the company of a few close friends rather than being surrounded by people he only knows a little bit (much of NU’EST is this way, actually). Baekho is also very relaxed, very much a go-with-the-flow type of guy, but doesn’t show deep, personal emotion very often. I think he’s the type that would prefer to keep things up-beat rather than get too serious, but when it’s time to be serious you will know it. He also knows when playtime is over, and takes his work with music seriously. Baekho is kind of like a slight cross between Aron and Minhyun, if I’m honest. 

JR wears his heart on his sleeve. He is the youngest child with two older sisters, and I feel like you can see that he was the baby of his family just by the way he carries himself. Despite not being the oldest, he was made the leader and I think it was a lot of pressure to put on someone who probably hadn’t had many leadership roles before growing up. He’s a very good, kind leader, though. And he’s very sensitive and I think he can read off of other people’s energies very well. He’s very good at reading people, even if he doesn’t show it outwardly. JR is also pretty easily embarrassed, and what I would describe as “a smol.” He just wants to do the best he can, though he’s full of self-doubt. He’s actually a very good dancer, but for a long time wouldn’t show off his dancing and instead became known as the King of Silly Dances. JR really lacks confidence, but I’ve only known him to do well. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that boy say a mean thing, even in jest. 

Minhyun is such a mom. Cleanliness and organization are very important to him, and he has a really good work ethic. He’s also a bit of a perfectionist, and if he’s going to do something he’s going to do it right and dang it he’s going to do it really well. He’s the type who will practice until 4am and then wake up four hours later and do it all over again until he’s happy with the result. Minhyun is also the type to throw himself into research when he’s preparing something. I cannot stress enough how important knowledge and accuracy is to him. However, despite being such a perfectionist, he’s not a killjoy either. In fact, he’s just the opposite. He’s also a huge nerd (he loves Transformers and Marvel heroes along with Star Wars) and is never afraid to let people see him when he’s not looking all glamorous (king of ugly selca’s I swear). He’s also really good at reading people and knows how to bring the best out in those around him. He’s a really low-pressure kind of person, even if he’s always putting hours of work towards everything he does. I would say Minhyun expects nothing but the best from himself, but when it comes to those around him, he just wants to see them happy and healthy. 

Ren, our sweet maknae child, has put the world on his shoulders. I believe Ren made it his job to take all the pain and struggles of his fans and non-fans alike onto himself. There is a reason he idolizes someone like Lady Gaga, someone who stands for equality and the spread of love, someone who stands for something bigger than themselves. Ren wants so badly to make the world a better, more understanding, and more loving place. He puts a strong face on for his fans, but it’s very clear that deep inside, Ren is really self-conscious and full of self-doubt. He doesn’t want to show that part of himself to his fans, though, because it’s important to him to be a rock, a source of stability for those who have it harder than he does. He’s highly empathetic, so when he sees darkness in the world he feels it really hard. And despite all that darkness, Ren still sees all the good there is in the people around him and he wants to encourage people to grow and be happy.

Honestly, I could go on and on about these kids. They all have really big hearts and really want to do well by the people around them. They are so much more than pretty faces to me, they stand for something bigger than themselves and have ever since debut. And they’ve always dedicated so much of their music to their fans and it’s so clear how much music means to them. I’ll leave it at this for now, but trust me when I say that being a LOVE is so worth it because these boys are so gentle and kind, and they constantly make me proud to support them. 

[vinyls-and-valentines]

I'm not sure if you've made this post already, but if not, what kind of comics do you think each of the killjoys + the girl would like? (I just remember seeing something similar at some point, don't remember if it was you tho)

I have not! It was @\saveyourself who made that post, though i do have my two cents on the subject with the addition of some graphic novels as i found some i’ve read really fitting for the characters.

I feel Kobra’s the easiest to answer this for because in my canon at least, they’re the only one who genuinely enjoys reading. They often are drawn towards the more violent comics with gritty art styles or revenge-driven plots. Watchmen and V for Vendetta are right up their alley, though they’d find something like Sandman too slowburn for their taste and that Lobotomy Kid has too unreliable of a timeline and narrator to really be able to stand through it, never mind the fact that after Poison is taken away memory and loss of it becomes quite a touchy subject.

Jet Star, on the other hand, would quite enjoy Lobotomy Kid because it’s the perfect read when you’re feeling mentally ill on a saturday evening and half-dissociating in your seat. He usually tends to stray towards comics that have more anachronistic timelines, use a lot of flashbacks and jump cuts as narrative devices or follow the POV of multiple characters. I figure they’d also like The Umbrella Academy because of this reason since a broken up narration helps keep him grounded somewhat when his thoughts get all mangled like that.

Ghoul is much more about looking at the art in a comic book rather than reading it mostly because trying to force himself to read is a quite literal headache courtesy of a mix of ADHD and dyslexia. Because of this he has to sit through a lot of pretentious art-of-concept works that bore him to death until he reaches half-way through them, but the ones he genuinely took his time with are my universe’s version of Nat Anthem and the Jem and the Holograms meet The Misfits comics because he nearly cried when he found out of the members of The Misfits was also dyslexic.

Poison tends to get most invested in stories where the main character was just thrust into the action by accident or they were forced out of their normal lifestyle to fulfill some greater purpose they don’t want to have to fulfill at first. Some titles they’d enjoy would be Raven, Sing No Evil and Punk’s Not Dead.

I feel like The Girl would really enjoy Harley Quinn: Breaking Glass (which i’m honestly forever thankful to @tasteofamnesia for recommending) because, well, i see a lot of her and her character journey in Harley’s own, so i think she’d see it in herself too.

(P.S.: if u want to read any of the titles mentioned above please ask for/look up the trigger warnings for said comic/graphic novel because some have quite a few)