#fun ghoul uses xe/xem and he/him

[skele-bunny]

I'M THINKING ABOUT ZEPHYR/DELTA/PEBBLE/MIST EVERYONE SHHHHH...... (No CW besides pregnancy talk)

While I'm here I'm dropping hcs:

Mist - She/He , Breeding Ghoul

Zephyr - He/Xe/Any , Harvester Ghoul

Delta - They/Them, Harvester Ghoul

Pebble - He/Him - Breeder Ghoul

•Zephyr loves giving rides around for his mates, just happily wheeling them around the abbey - especially Mist when he gets pregnant with the packs kits! Xer chair is specifically made to comfortably seat him, and the back to hold his oxygen tank - he has no issues or discomfort doing this for xer mates

•Mist is their unassigned pack leader, her gaze can kill a man if he so chooses to do so. Still, she loves her mates more than anything in the world even if he looks like an angry parent about to rip all of their heads off

•Delta and Pebble are never separated, as Delta is partially vision impaired, Pebble is partially hearing impaired. They're each other's eyes and ears, and love goofing off when they can. No one expects the blind/deaf duo to be the ones to set the Sibling kitchen on fire.... No....

•With Delta being albino (hc based off @here-under-blasphemy ) , they prefer to stay in darkly lit areas or deep underwater with Mist. Because of that, their own little corridor they took over (which was just spare ghoul dorms) is constantly at low light. It's comforting for everyone involved and they don't mind it at all

•Pebble is an absolute clean freak, and Zephyr likes irritating him by purposely throwing trash right at him. "Oh, oops, dropped that." It's all fun and games until Pebble puts a drumstick in Zephyr's wheels - but it's all done lovingly

•They nicknamed themselves the Disabled Deviants (Pebble does not claim this name) and even invites Special and Cowbell over for their "secret meetings" which is just tea and cookies while watching some cheesy romance movie - occasionally Rain drops in too!

•It was an agreed decision once they found out Mist was knocked up to keep the clutch, and being one of the small percentages of ghouls to actually be able to conceive Topside, the whole Ghoul side is overjoyed and constantly leaving little gifts for the pack. The other three are a hot MESS. They're terrified that they won't be able to assist bc of their limitations, but still trying to keep high hopes everything will work out. (Spoiler: they're all amazing at being parents)

•Mist absolutely lost his shit the further into her trimesters she became. His attitude was bad before? That little water ghoul ended up putting the fear of Lucifer itself in the clergy higher-ups when they started poking a bit too close to his clutch and inquiring about them. Even the second era ghouls know better than to try Mist

•Pebble made a small tree nest, with a "porch" for the wheelchair, for Zephyr and even hand made a log ramp for xem to comfortably wheel himself up in for when he needs high altitude time ™. Pebble occasionally will join but knows Zephyr uses it as xer calm time - he usually only comes down when xe know they've been out too long or their tank is getting low

•Delta and Mist will have naps at the bottom of the lake when the bed gets too frustrating, Mist is always the big spoon and he likes it that way

•While they do have separate rooms when they need their own space, etc, their main room specifically was modified with the Doves (era 1)'s help since they have a similar set up. Extra long bed for all four bodies and counting, and a much spacious bathroom so they can be more comfortable with their accomodations and sharing together

•While Mist doesn't have an obvious disability, no one really questions her - but he actually has POTS. There's an extra infirmary wheelchair for Mist in case he's too dazed to actually stand and move. She's very arrogant about her episodes, and even with his own pack she doesn't like getting help. A bit of a hardass, but knows when to suck it up and accept help

•While Delta had a successful elemental transition, it will still being worked through the kinks and wasn't a full transition like Dew. They're still very much a water ghoul, now just with extra quirks and better healing abilities. Sometimes if they focus really hard they can enter their mates head before it gives them too much of a headache and taps out. It actually helps when their eyes are closed and their brain links with someone nearby.

•They all love each other so much it's DISGUSTING!!! Kisses and cuddles all the time, sickly sweet nicknames, it's HORRID /j. They're so accommodating to one another and nothing will ever tear them apart - even when they have arguments, they always find a way back into one another's arms with apologies and compromises.

[richie-shitlips]

Here have my gender/sexuality/pronouns headcanons for the killjoys!

Party Poison - pansexual (maybe Demi too, not sure yet); polyamorous, non-binary (AMAB), any pronouns but they/she/he is the preferred order

Kobra Kid - bisexual, male (AFAB), he/they

Fun Ghoul - omnisexual (nb preference), agender (AMAB), he/they/it

Jet Star - unlabeled; polyamorous, genderfluid (AMAB), xe/she/he

The Girl - lesbian, female (AFAB), she/her

Cherri Cola - bisexual, genderqueer (AFAB), he/him but doesn’t mind they/them so he won’t correct you (it’s custom in the zones to use they/them for anyone until they tell you otherwise)

NewsAGoGo - pansexual; polyamorous, genderfluid (AFAB), any pronouns

Show Pony - gay (MLM), non-binary (AFAB), he/they

DJ Hot Chimp - lesbian, female (AMAB), she/her

Dr Death Defying - aroace, male (AMAB), he/him

Vaya - aromantic pansexual, non-binary (AIAB), any pronouns but they/them is most right

Vamos - unlabeled but girls are hot, genderfluid (AIAB), they/xe but won’t correct if you call xem by other pronouns

Val Velocity - probably straight but nobody’s asked so who knows, male (AMAB), he/him

[gghoulishdelight]

hcs for everyone !

(mostly)

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

kobra kid ;

mikey/kobra is semi verbal

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

kobra uses he/they/it pronouns

party poison ;

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

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

party uses they/he pronouns

fun ghoul ;

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

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

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

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

ghoul bites people when he stims

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

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

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

ghoul uses it/he pronouns

jet star ;

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

jet angers easily, while ghoul is sensitive + has rsd

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

jet and xeyr hair days<3

jet uses he/xe pronouns

the kraken ;

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

bert uses he/she/it pronouns

show pony / dr. death ;

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

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

show pony uses ae/he pronouns

dr. d uses he/him pronouns

[crowzwurld]

pinned post ^o^

hiii i’m crow!! i use he/him, they/them and xe/xem.

MUSIC:

.mcr

.green day

.black dresses

.ghost and pals

.vane lily

.maretu

INTERESTS:

.poetry

.skateboarding

.cyberbullying republicans

FANDOMS:

.the magnus archives

.the magnus protocol

.epithet erased

.communications

.to hell and back

KINLIST:

.martin blackwood (the magnus archives)

.kennith simmons (communications case 2)

.fun ghoul (the true lives of the fabulous killjoys)

[cemetery-drive-sys]

➜ ┊ The Cemetery Drive System 🪦

. . . . . . ╮🪦╭ . . . . . . ✎. ﹏ The Cemetery Drive System .ᐟ

(THIS IS OUTDATED AS HELL BTW!!! 😭)

╭ ˗ˏˋ Age ⦂ 13yr ┊Pronouns ⦂ Xe/xim/xis, it/its/itself, void/voids/voidself || prns.cc ┊Gender ⦂ Transmasc, genderfluid, sysfluid, demiboy, and more ┊Orientation ⦂ Asexual, aroflux, cupioromantic, unlabeled ╰ ˗ˏˋ Relationship Status ⦂ 😐

≫ System info . . . ⁀➴ System Type ⦂ P-DID ⁀➴ Modifier ⦂ N/A ⁀➴ Headcount ⦂ ~20 known ⁀➴ Frequent Fronters ⦂

╰ Crow ‣ Host ‣ Xe/xim/xis, it/its/itself, void/voids/voidself ‣ Signoff is 🕸️ ‧₊˚ ╰ Adam ‣ Protector and Caregiver ‣ He/him/his ‣ Signoff is 🕰️ ‧₊˚ ╰ M!K3Y ‣ Unknown role ‣ He/him/his, xe/xem/xyr, it/it/its, + more ‣ Signoff is 🌐 ‧₊˚ ╰ Aster ‣ Protector and anger holder ‣ They/them/theirs, ze/zir/zirs, she/her/hers ‣ Signoff is 🌒 ‧₊˚

︵ Boundaries . . . ⤻ DMs ⦂ Open ⤻ Asks ⦂ Closed bc pro/comshippers keep sending me really weird asks

﹏ DNI and BYI . . .

DNI ⌕ Non-traumagenic "systems" and supporters. (Neutrals are okay to interact) ⌕ TransID and supporters ⌕ TERFs ⌕ Radqueers ⌕ Vivziepop supporters ⌕ MCYT supporters ⌕ 25+ bodily ⌕ Pro / comshippers ⌕ South Park fans ⌕ NSFW / kink accounts ⌕ Anti neos / xenos ⌕ Basic DNI ⌕ Etc. BYI ꗃ We need tone tags most of the time ꗃ Do not make fun of any of our headmates for the way they type ꗃ Do not make any KYS / KMS jokes, they make us uncomfortable and trigger us ꗃ Do not ask about our trauma ꗃ Do not use any slurs around us, reclaimable or not ꗃ Asking for socials is ok ꗃ Do not roleplay around / with us ꗃ Try to avoid making paranoia-inducing jokes ("I am in your walls," "I'm watching you," etc.) ꗃ Some of our headmates may come off as rude / abrasive, but it is not their intention ꗃ Don't DM us to just make random small talk

ꕀ Links . . . ➜ Pronouns.cc ;; https://pronouns.cc/@.cemetery.drive ➜ System-Only Discord Server ;; https://discord.gg/nw4EqHKZFY ➜ Other Discord Server (Singlet Friendly) ;; https://discord.gg/MEkxVd8Tp9 ➜ Pronouns Page ;; https://en.pronouns.page/@.cemetery.drive ➜ M!K3Y's Spacehey ;; https://spacehey.com/cemetery_drive (AUTOPLAYS MUSIC) ⸝⸝ ❝In a solitary style and crash the cemetery gates❞

Headmate Signoffs:

Crow -🕸

Adam -🕰

Aster -🌒

M!K3Y -🌐

Poison -🔫

Ghoul -🪲

Bat -🦇

Kiki -🌸

Fern -🌿

Allister -👾

Zero -🧷

Zelda -🌙

Link - ⚔️

Userboxes under the cut (all made by sysboxes here on tumblr):

[always-and-forever-a-killjoy]

Part 3 of Semp’s Bad Fic About Cherri Cola

Good evening y’all and welcome to the latest episode of 'Semp can't title shit to save his life'! On this episode, he will refer to himself in third person, write about Fun Ghoul, and compose poetry so bad it's a disgrace to Cherri Cola's name. 

I’m sorry for posting twice in one day, but i have absolutely no impulse control and I finished this today so...there you go.

Title: Sofas and Poetry

Wordcount: 1090

Summary: 

Cherri Cola has the unfortunate habit of leaving his poetry lying around Dr. Death Defying's radio station.

Fun Ghoul has the unfortunate habit of being a nosy gremlin

Aka how Fun Ghoul got a lot more than xe bargained for, learned about a war and Cherri Cola's backstory, and continued to be a little shit to Party Poison, feat. my shitty poetry.

Warnings: mentions of death, violence, and war. Nothing is super graphic but let's just say cherri's life has really not been fun. Also lots of swearing but that's a given with me.

Taglist: @sleevesareforlosers @tasteofamnesia (sorry for tagging y’all twice in one day, like I said I have no impulse control)

AO3 link

(Actual fic under cut)

“Give that back!” Cherri Cola called exasperatedly.

Fun Ghoul leapt onto the back of the sofa, out of his reach, still holding the poem. “I want t’ read it! I never get t’ read your poetry!”

“I read poems on the radio at least once a week!”

“Yeah, but only Jet n’ Kobes listen t’ that!”

Cherri sighed. “At least take one of the finished ones.”

“But this one looks neat,” Ghoul protested, still perched precariously on the back of the sofa.

Cherri sighed again. “If you get off D’s sofa, I’ll read you the poem. Whichever one it is.” He didn’t know exactly which of his poems was on the raggedy scrap of paper that Fun Ghoul had managed to steal, but chances were it would be one he was planning to read on the radio anyways.

Ghoul seemed to think for a moment before he hopped off the top of the sofa, tilting xyr head at Cherri as if to say ‘pay up’. “Got off Dr. D’s sofa.”

“I suppose you did,” Cherri sighed, settling himself down on the sofa as Show Pony went skating by, yelling something about “Do y’ think we’ve got the carbons for that?”, presumably to Dr. Death Defying.

Ghoul happily settled next to Cherri, waving to Show Pony before passing Cherri Cola the scrap of paper.

Cherri’s heart plummeted when he recognized the poem on the sheet, but he forged on anyways. A deal was a deal, even if this one was a bit of a heavy topic.

“This one isn’t really finished, just warning you.”

“’S okay.” Xe looked over (and up) at him expectantly, and Cherri took a small breath.

“Right. Uh. Here we go.

Blood on your hands, a final goodbye. You drown in your grief, you scream to the sky. You held onto your pain, your fire, your rage. You cannot escape, your mind is a cage.

The people fell and the bodies rose. The deadly bomb brought the war to a close. Every body once had a beating heart. Every fallen soldier a craft or an art.

You fought a war from pain and grief. You are drowning, searching for relief. The wind whispers and shouts their names, The Phoenix Witch plays her games.

None of them deserved to fall, And in the night you’ll hear them call. They whisper oaths to the ones left behind, You offer quiet promises in kind.”

It wasn’t his best work, not by a long way. The rhymes were clunky and the symbolism obvious. It needed a lot of refining before Cherri would count it as finished, and even then, he doubted it would be his favorite.

But Fun Ghoul looked at the very least intrigued, eyes wide as xe asked Cherri “What does that all mean?”

“It means…” For once, the poet was at a loss for words. “It means that every person deserves to live. Every soul deserves peace. It means that there are no winners in war, only the ones who died and the ones left behind.”

“Oh.” Xe frowned, looking both thoughtful and awfully young. “How d’ you know this stuff, Cola?”

“I’ve seen it.” He debated how much was appropriate to tell a literal teenager, and ultimately decided most of his stories were no worse than what Fun Ghoul would have seen already.

“I’ve watched so, so many people die for no reason. I’ve seen killjoys die for love and their love die a second later. I’ve known parents who gave their lives for a future that their children never even got to have, I’ve heard tales of medics and neutrals who were just trying to help the wounded when they were shot down. I saw the loss of life in the Analog Wars and the years after, and I saw the grief that followed. I knew children who were forced into fighting for Better Living Industries and killjoys who ended up fighting their former friends; I felt the pain and wrote the tales.”

Ghoul stared at him. “Shit, Cola. That’s…”

“I know,” Cherri said quietly. “I’ve seen horrors that I can’t express in any typical way. That’s part of why I write.”

“Shit. That’s- that’s really rough.”

“It’s been a long time.”

It had been, longer than he wanted to think about- or really remembered, for that matter. There had been years where all the days blended together, and who knows how long lost in the haze of addiction and sunlight. It was so easy to lose track of the time when all your effort was focused on getting through each day, and he still vividly remembered the years spent in that state of survival mode. It hadn’t been long enough for any of those memories to start fading away, much as he wished he didn’t carry the pain of his past.

Cherri shook his head, clearing away those thoughts to focus on what Ghoul was saying.

“-an’ can I have some of your destroya-cursed tea? Poison hates it and I want t’ get back at ‘em for that prank they pulled last week.”

He had no idea what prank Poison had pulled last week, but knowing them, it had probably been dastardly. “Alright, you can have some of my very good tea.”

“No offense, but tha’ tea is th’ worst thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Rude,” Cherri sniffed, but he ruined his own dramatic effect by letting a smile slip. It was impossible to stay mad at any of the Fabulous Four for long, not with their bright smiles and laughter always bringing the room to life, not to mention how truly young they felt compared to him. They were still teenagers after all, no matter how fiercely they fought or how famous their crew.

So he took a bit of the radio station’s precious water supply and threw together some tea, giving it to Fun Ghoul in an old plastic water bottle. “Here you go, trouble.”

Xe grinned. “Thanks, Cola!” He gave Cherri a thumbs-up before running off, presumably to head back to the diner and prank Party Poison.

“Be nice to Poison, okay?” Cherri hollered after xem. “Don’t prank them too much!”

“Will do!” Xe hollered back, not sounding entirely honest.

Cherri shook his head and returned to his poetry, only later realizing that the poem he had shown Fun Ghoul was gone.

Ah well. Sometimes, the young and reckless needed a reminder of what the might face- and what they were fighting for. He hoped his poem would serve that purpose well enough.

[reborn--maggot]

what are various things that give the four gender euphoria/dysphoria?

Euphoria for Party comes with layers of masculine and feminine clothing, and with colors. A good example of this would be like a pink skirt over top of bright orange jeans. Dysphoria comes with any masculine terms and of course the use of he/him, as well as short hair and loose t-shirts (only short sleeved ones, everything else is fine)

For Jet, it's all about stuff like "beautiful boy" he enjoys being at this like neat midway point between masculine and feminine. They also have considered using star/starself pronouns but decided against it since it didn't quite fit, but they definitely like being compared to the sky and the stars. Most dysphoria was knocked out via magic phoenix witch hrt and top surgery but it does crop up sometimes if people legit mistake him for a girl or something like that.

Kobra enjoys being masculine in a sliiightly femme way- enough to be pretty but not enough to be percieved as femme himself. Something something intentionally botched femininity. He liked being called punk because it seems rather fitting to him. Dysphoria comes with most femme clothes and all femme terms- it is rare that he'll wear, say, a skirt or something without having it be in an unmiatakably masc way.

Ghoul's euphoria is primarily when people have to stop and think about what xe is. Xe also definitely prefers xe/xem when being referred to. Also, layers upon layers of clothing. Does not care if they clash. Fuckin' loves layers. Dysphoria happens with shit like exclusively being referred to with masc terms, but things like "boy" are ok. And, like, short hair pretty much.

All in all, they're pretty comfortable with themselves and their genders and bodies so it's mostly when it comes to people talking about them that things get fun.

[newsagogos]

fun ghoul or kobra angst? (lets pretend im not predictable lmao)

oh gee, angsty hcs, you really caught me off guard there /s

Back in the city they were both well on display sorta speak, each in a different way. 

For Ghoul xe happened to be out in the lobby on a day of a sweep, xe’s “friends” decided to get rid of xem failed to share the detail that it was gonna happen on that particular night, so xe got taken to be dealt with and with xyr record it was either bleaching them, which didn’t work the first time around, or tossing xem out to the desert. Well there was also a third option, sending them to the lab. And that’s what happened, xe was there for around a year, being their lab rat, xe got used for so many tests, new drugs, inventions, torture machines, radiation, you name it. They were resilient, maybe it was luck, maybe it was destroya and the witch who xe prayed to every night, we’ll never be sure. At some point the scientists got bored of xe since xe was basically half dead, so xe got tossed to the desert as you do, some zone rat stumbled upon xe’s half dead body and decided to bring them into gertie’s, even though xe’s not a kid, but xyr height and weight made it appear so, she nursed xe back to life and the rest is history.

as for kobra, before he was kobra, before he was “him”, he had a job, he didn’t like it but it’s not like he had much choice. You see by the city’s very fucked up beauty standards, kobra was IT, he was the standards, i mean a little “improvement” didn’t hurt right? you always wanna be “better” in battery city. so anyway he worked, it was his job to be the face of battery city, you’d see him on billboards and tv ads for literally anything, he was THE celebrity, young and beautiful and involved in a lot of calculated moves by the city to keep the citizens distracted with bullshit. that was his “day” job. With his status, he was very desirable, so the city would force him persuade him to “model”, to be part of high society’s event like he was the show for the night, the central art piece or the evening. Of course that life that he didn’t chose and didn’t fit in any possible way you could imagine, so the problems started, the drugs, the drinks, the non calculated public scandals... The city decided to cut its losses, after all he was getting old, so they made one last big scandal, every headline read “beloved star taken out by terrorist killjoy crew” while they swiftly dealt with kobra and tossed him to the desert. How he survived? well, beloved star taken out by killjoy crew.

[synchlora]

decided to do more raven headcanons bc i cannot stop thinking abt this concept

while he's generally on good terms w all of the ravens in the Zones, xe has befriended a particular flock in Zone 6 that have made their home around the diner

and yes this causes absolute chaos at the diner, especially when Ghoul is around

this flock will bring her all sorts of random trinkets, from mechanical parts to bottle caps to particularly round rocks. and he'll always repay them with what little Power Pup they can spare

xe almost always finds a use for the things the ravens bring, typically making it into something that he'll gift to someone else like a bracelet or beads

when she first made their way out into the Zones, xe followed several ravens before finding the gas station that they later met Jet and Kobra at. so he quite literally owes the ravens xir life

he followed the ravens because of the stories that her sibling would tell xem about how ravens would guide lost souls when they needed it. this is also why their sibling chose the name Raven

kind of felt like she was following their sibling in a way, even though he knew they were long gone

while he doesn't directly believe in the Phoenix Witch, they still strongly associate xemself with ravens and believes somewhat in their guidance

they're just generally really good with animals and she's very patient with the birds. not so good with people, but xe always have had a better knack with befriending the birds

the birds are relatively defensive about Ghoul, seeing her as part of their flock in a way. this leads to some quite funny scenarios (mainly to do with Kobra) where the ravens will cause a ruckus if they see someone mess with him. makes it easy for Ghoul to win an argument when no one can hear the other side

several of the flock have learned to mimic simple words and phrases. this is both hilarious and unfortunate because there's no real way to keep a bird from yelling "FUCK" directly in front of the Girl

[ID: A pencil drawing of Fun Ghoul from the Danger Days comics/album sitting at a table and surrounded by four ravens. One raven is sat on their shoulder and is cawing over his head. Another is pulling at xir left jacket sleeve with its wings open. The one in the foreground is holding a can of Power Pup and walking in front of Ghoul. And there is one to Ghoul's right that they are petting with their right hand while smiling.]

[juniperscorner]

heya!!

My names are  Fawn, Mars, Oliver, Aster, Kory, Flynn, Jester, Ace, Juniper, Leo, Axel, Sulfur, Aspen or Kiyo! but you can all me any white irl names!

my pronouns are:

He/him It/itself Xe/xem zer/zey Shroom/shroomself Frog/frogself De/Dex Mush/mushself Ne/nyim/nir Pe/per Ze/Zim/zir Ve/ver/vis Void/voidself Kit/kitself Pix/pixself Flow/flowself Mush/mushself Ko/koself End/endself Fog/fogself Mist/Mistself Heart/heartself Tree/treeself Spark/sparkself Bone/boneself Bun/bunself Bow/bowself Shell/shellself Mal/malself Bee/beeself Moon/moonself Star/starself Cloud/cloudself Snow/snowself Rock/rockself Der/de Dream/dreamself Puff/puffself Pop/popself Blue/blue self Bun/bunself Rot/rotself Mew/mewself Pup/pupself Bubble/bubbleself Rain/rainself Cloud/cloudself Clown/clown self Clock/clockself Seven/sevenself Vamp/vamp self Beep/Boop/boopself Berry/berryself Fizz/fizz self Pebble/pebbleself Gem/gemself Honk/honk self Milk/milk self Moo/mooself Purr/purr self Blub/blubself Squid/squidself Sol/solself Thee/thy Doll/dollself Fluff/fluffself Sun/sunself Paw/pawself Rot/rotself Plushie/plushieself Button/buttonself Magic/magicself Card/cardself glitch/glitchself moon/moonself echo/echoself pixie/pixieself hope/hopeself chain/chainself luck/luckself clover/cloverself chaos/chaosself Knife/knifeself Map/mapself Nova/novaself Celes/celeself Nebula/nebulaself Solar/solarself Dark/darkself Night/nightself Blood/bloodself Bat/batself Pearl/pearlself Blaze/blazeself Moth/mothself Pika/pikaself Jam/jamself Pastry/pastryself Sweet/sweetself Sugar/sugarself Sprinkle/sprinkleself Twig/twig self Leaf/leafself Witch/witchself Sparkle/sparkleself Wand/wandself Color/colorself Bright/bright self Light/lightself Portal/portal self Joy/joyself Web/webself Dust/dustself Sword/swordself Ecli/ecliself Gravi/graviself Dull/dullself Tomb/tombself Ghoul/ghoulself Sin/sinself Abyss/abysself Rem/remself Haze/hazeself and Gloom/gloomself!

I’m nonbinary, bisexual and polyam! https://en.pronouns.page/@solarruxstudio

Me in the real!

David(camp camp)

Teruhashi(saiki k)

Catra(she-ra)

Nezuko(demon slayer)

Marcy(amphibia)

Luz(the owl house)

Masaru(danganronpa)

korekiyo(danganronpa)

ibuki(danganronpa)

kyoko(danganronpa)

penny(bojack horseman)

princess carolyn(bojack horseman)

spinel(steven universe)

overhaul(mha)

flynn rider(repunzel)

stanley (gravity falls)

eclipsa (svtfoe)

ash ketchum (pokemon)

sally(play with me)

tammy(the mysterious house)

pastlle(syrup and the ultimate sweet) (starry flowers)

korra (tlok)

mars patel(the strange disappearances of mars patel)

twilight sparkle(mlp)

koito (wonder egg priority)

zee(not saying what its from i dont wanna get made fun of!)

watari(ylia)

eleanor (the good place)

dni if you

reality check people

sexualize me

make korekiyo s1st3r jokes

make danganronpa death jokes

sexualize minors (real or fictional)

general dni criteria

byi...

I am fine with doubles, so doubles can interact as long as they’re comfortable with doubles!

I will gush about my partners alot with the tag “lovemail”, i will also use this tag for platonic and irl lovemail

[always-and-forever-a-killjoy]

Good morning fuckers, after that last angsty dumpster fire, it’s time for some fluff! Aka ‘I have thoughts about Ghoul and bad luck beads and I’m inflicting them on all of you’.

Title: Ain't a preacher gonna save me now

Wordcount: 768

Summary: Fun Ghoul gets xyr first strand of bad luck beads. Party Poison is an idiot who doesn’t know how to express that they care about people.

These things are, in fact, related.

Warnings: None? there’s a fuckton of swearing but I think that’s it.

Taglist: @wishiwasthemoon-tonight @sleevesareforlosers @stressed-depressed-emo-mess @tasteofamnesia (message me, send an ask, or reblog/reply to one of my posts if you want to be added or removed)

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“Hey. Ghoul.”

Ghoul looked up at the sound of Party Poison’s voice, away from the gadget he was supposed to be helping Kobra Kid with (which xe was, in fact, fixing on xyr own, since Kobra was reading a magazine). “Yeah?”

“Come with me.” Ghoul was confused, and Poison's expression wasn’t helpful in the slightest, a faint and mysterious smile gracing their lips.

“Why?”

“Got something for you.”

Ghoul glanced at Kobra, who shrugged as if to say ‘my sibling does what they want’. “Okay, coming.”

To xyr surprise, Poison only led him over to another table, a few booths over from where Jet Star was sitting, working intently on what looked vaguely like a bracelet. Poison made quite the show of digging around in the booth, looking for…something, and xe watched nervously.

“Oh, fuck, I’m wearing it!” Poison laughed, a wild laugh like crackling flames and wind in your hair. They dramatically pulled a strand of beads off their wrist, holding it out to Ghoul. “Ta-da!”

Ghoul was suddenly very aware of Kobra and Jet’s eyes on xem, clearly waiting for his reaction. “Beads?”

“Bad luck beads,” Poison corrected, and xe suddenly recognized the strand.

“That’s the bracelet Jet gave you!”

“Uh-huh.”

“The one they got from one of their very first crews!”

“Uh-huh.”

“You can’t just give that to me,” Ghoul protested.

Poison smirked. “Darling, I do what I want. Jet chose to give the beads to me, and I choose to give them to you.”

“But-“

“Ghoul, take the fucking beads. You need bad luck beads, out here, and I’ve got an extra strand. It’s Zone custom to give them to you.”

“You don’t have to give me Jet’s old beads though, those are special.”

“Uh-huh, and so are you. You’re part of the crew now, no takesie-backsies.”

Ghoul reluctantly took the beads, turning them around in his hands. They were still warm from Poison’s hands, and surprisingly smooth. Any rough edges or splinters had long since been worn down by the hands of many killjoys, from the original maker to the member of Jet’s crew to Jet themself, and finally Party Poison. Xe could almost feel the ghostly hands of the killjoys who had held the strand before him, had run their fingers along the very same divots and imperfections.

With slight prompting from Poison, in the form of a ‘go on’, xe slid the strand onto xyr wrist, admiring the carvings and wondering if Poison had felt the same way when Jet had given them this strand. They had told Ghoul all about it, how one of Jet’s crewmates from an earlier crew had given it to him, claiming it had passed through the hands of so many killjoys that no one remembered the original maker’s name, or even the original wearer. The maker’s symbol, or possibly the wearer’s, was still on one of the beads, though, a rough little design of diamonds and swords. Ghoul thought it looked pretty neat, personally.

“Oh good, it fits,” Poison said, breaking xyr train of thought. “I was worried, you’re not that tall. But I’ve got small wrists, so it all works.”

“I’m not that short! But…thanks for the beads,” Ghoul mumbled. It seemed only polite.

“No problem, Ghoulie.” They sauntered off, grinning.

“Drama queen,” Kobra muttered. “They knew exactly what they were doing.”

Ghoul gave him a confused glance.

“You know. Giving you that so obviously. Making sure all of us were in the room.”

“It’s a gesture of trust,” Jet put in, making the other two jump. Ghoul hadn’t realized he was listening. “Bad luck beads are traditional to exchange between crew members, so it’s a sign you’ve been accepted as a full member. Choosing that specific strand means more than just any old bracelet- it means something to them, and it meant something to me. They’re saying that they trust and care about you.”

Ghoul glanced down at the bracelet again. “Oh. Don't see why they couldn't just say that.”

“Because my sibling is an idiot who can’t express feelings out loud,” Kobra snorted.

Xe could have sworn Jet rolled their eyes. “It’s not like you do either, Kobra.”

“Fuck off, Jet. We all know Poison is the worst.”

Jet sighed. “Anyways. Poison intentionally gave it to you while we were here to show us that they trust you.”

“Basically they’re saying ‘trust this guy, fuckfaces’. Even though Jet clearly does already.”

“And so does Kobra."

"Shut your face."

“Oh,” Ghoul said. “Guess I’m part of the crew now?”

Kobra snorted again and returned to his magazine. “You always were. Idiot.”

[always-and-forever-a-killjoy]

Good evening fuckers, I am working on very little sleep and I’ve decided to bring you more bad luck beads fluff! This time, feat. soft Jet Star. Also note: Ghoul uses he/they/xe pronouns. Jet uses he/they and prefers they.

Title: The only one for me is you

Wordcount: 620

Summary: Fun Ghoul gets a second strand of bad luck beads. Jet Star is slightly better at articulating their feelings than Party Poison.

These things are somewhat related.

Warnings: None? there’s a fuckton of swearing as always but nothing else.

Taglist: @wishiwasthemoon-tonight @sleevesareforlosers @stressed-depressed-emo-mess @tasteofamnesia (message me, send an ask, or reblog/reply to one of my posts if you want to be added or removed)

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It was a week or two after Fun Ghoul had been given xyr first strand of bad luck beads when xe acquired another. This time it was Jet Star that tapped xem on the shoulder as he was sitting in the garage of the diner, where a little workshop was slowly starting to form. At first it had just been the tools they used to fix the Trans Am, but other stuff was starting to pile up too, bits and pieces of radios and flashlights and other gadgets. The ever-dramatic Party Poison had declared it a ‘mess on the scale of Kobra’s hair in the morning’, earning themself a glare from their brother. Ghoul liked it though. Xe found the mess comforting, a welcome difference from the cold and white emptiness they had seen in Battery City.

So yes, Fun Ghoul was in the garage of the diner when Jet came to tap xem on the shoulder that sunny afternoon (not that many afternoons weren’t sunny, out in the desert).

“Oh hey, Jet!” Xe twisted around to grin at them, abandoning xyr project.

“Hey, Ghoul.” Jet gave him a small smile in return. “Not to pull a Party Poison, but I’ve got something for you.”

Ghoul eyed them with joking suspicion. “Is it going to be another bracelet?”

“You caught me! I guess it doesn’t have to be a bracelet, but it’s about the right length. You could use it as a bracelet.” Jet produced a strand of beads from their jacket pocket, holding it out to xem.

Ghoul took the beads, examining them tentatively. The strand was warm from being carried in Jet’s pocket, and slightly rough beneath his fingers. The beads themselves were a little uneven in size, seemingly made out of pebbles. It was clear that a lot of work had gone into it, as the pebbles were nearly drilled through, strung together, and painted with intricate little designs. There were many beads with only abstract patterns, but quite a few had more specific designs on them. Ghoul spotted wings, flames, water droplets, the killjoy spider, and several with little green hearts. The colors of paint were remarkably varied, ranging from red all the way through the rainbow to a tiny bit of purple, although green seemed to dominate.

“Any, uh, thoughts?” Jet sounded strangely nervous.

It was a silly thing, but what Ghoul first thought to say was “It’s very green.” Xe immediately regretted that, hoping the other wouldn’t be too offended.

“You said green is your favorite color, and I couldn’t get my hands on a lot of colors,” Jet explained, fiddling with their jacket. “I hope it’s okay.”

“You made this?” Ghoul was pretty sure xyr eyes were wide as a fucking kitten’s as they looked up at Jet.

“Oh! Yeah, yeah I made this. It’s Zone tradition, giving bad luck beads to your friends, and I figured I’d make a strand since we had the supplies. Well, most of them. I did spend a couple carbons on the bright green paint, but I figured it wasn’t complete without it.”

“Oh. You spent carbons on me?”

“My own money, don’t worry-“

“Not worried about the money, it’s just…” Jet's statement caught up to them. “You care enough to spend your own carbons on somethin’ for me?”

Jet seemed briefly startled by that. “Yeah? You’re part of my crew, Ghoul. I care about you.”

“Oh.” Xe looked down at the beads in his hands, turning them over again and looking at all the intricate patterns. They must have taken hours, each one carefully painted on by hand. “I care about you too, Jet.”

Jet Star’s smile could have been a star all on its own.

[synchlora]

OH and i wanna know what ur ghouls fave part of the desert is? least fave thing about it? if he’s cityborn, why/when/how did he leave?

OOOO hell yeah this is fun!!

ghoul's favorite part of the desert is probably just how incredibly different it is. xe can drive for miles without the land seeming to change but what she loves are the tiny little things that you can notice in all of that sameness.

the changes in what types of plants are scattered about the sand, the difference in the kinds of rocks that make up the cliffs around him, the subtle transition from open sands to more scrub-filled plains. they absolutely adore how incredibly different parts of the desert can be despite how easy it is to miss. xe loves the little details of it all.

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his least favorite thing is probably how empty it can be sometimes. she hates being alone and whenever they're on solo missions, the desert always seems like it's such a vast space to get lost in. the others have picked up on this, so xe don't have to go on many solo trips. but those first nights all alone under the stars that felt far too open? those were the worst days.

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ghoul was born in the city, in the more run-down portion, to a single mother and with one older sibling, raven. before they were old enough to even remember her, xir mother was replaced by a droid. ghoul had been taught by his sibling to always be herself, so xe was. but that didn't work so well under a droid parent. and one day, things escalated to the point that raven, now more well-versed in droid tech after working odd jobs to get any money they could manage, ended up shutting down the droid. permanently.

so they had to flee.

they lived in the old underground system, making a family with a small group of juvie halls. for several years, they simply lived life, took odd repair jobs, and tried their best to get by. but when word of the rebellion in the desert began to spread- word of a war beginning- raven became restless. the group of juvie halls they called family began to start a plan to escape the city and make it out to the desert.

the condition of the slums was only getting worse with the analog war beginning, and they knew the consequences of capture would certainly be far more dire in a time of war. so they attempted escape.

it was a simple plan: the seven of them (including ghoul and raven) would head down to the most local, least-guarded gate and escape while another pair of juvie halls distracted the dracs guarding it. it was so simple, there was no way it could go wrong.

but it did.

while the dracs were distracted, an unexpected patrol vehicle came screeching down the road just as the seven were attempting escape. hot beams of light sliced through the group and ghoul fell backwards, his hand slipping from xir sibling's. she watched as three of her family escaped and three were killed. in all of this action- the lights, the flashing, the screams- the exterminator within the vehicle stepped out and approached ghoul. he laughed at them as they screamed and wept before ordering the dracs at his side to put xem in the back of the patrol vehicle.

and then everything was fine.

ghoul- or rather angel (there's no need for such vile names being someone who is so pure of character)- was living in a bright, shiny white building owned by BLi. she was content and life was going well, better than he'd ever done living with his old "family." BLi was their family now. Korse had been ever so grateful to take him in when his sibling and "family" had abandoned xem. led them astray and then left him for the punishment when they didn't want her anymore.

and they believed it.

xe was a perfect little scarecrow apprentice, working hard and at the top of his class in every way. when she turned 16, she couldn't have been more excited to begin to do actual shadowing of exterminators out in the desert.

and she did well. he took down 'joys like it was sport, every outting they were brought along on ended up successful. every person they mindlessly slaughtered, just another tally mark on xir chart.

until one run, one that was just like all the others, took a turn he did not expect.

they were headed to a zone gas station to fuel up and, hopefully, to find some killjoys to chase. and they did. it was a familiar tactic to angel, go to a station, more than likely find some unfortunate rebels in need of a fuel-up, and then scare the life out of them before taking it with a swift shot to the head.

the chase was on, two 'joys riding on one bike with Korse driving BLi's vehicle hot on their tail. angel took a few pot shots out the window, though few landed true. eventually, Korse managed a shot out the window that landed square in the spine of the killjoy riding on the back of the bike. they jerked harshly to the side before slumping off the bike and crashing into the fast-moving ground below.

another tally mark.

the teal-haired 'joy driving the bike looked back and screamed after their companion, and though the sound of their voice didn't carry over the loud thrum of engines, it was clear their face was contorted into a look of fierce grief. angel took the opportunity of this rebel's distraction to her own advantage, firing several shots at the vehicle in front of him and eventually managing to take out their front tire.

the teal-haired 'joy went careening over the front of the bike as they lost control, slamming hard into the road in front of them. Korse hit the brakes, stopping the car perfectly along the roadside before striding out and over to the fallen 'joy. they weren't dead, surprisingly enough, and he sauntered over to them with a hearty chuckle before hauling them to their feet.

Korse probably said something after that, probably launched off into one of his monologues, as he had always liked to hear his own voice. but angel had tuned him out. she was busy staring into the eyes of the 'joy dangling from Korse's grip, the rebel who was screaming in agony and spitting in the exterminator's face through tears and blood that streaked their face.

a face that angel- ghoul- recognized.

it was raven, xir sibling, just a little bit older and in a hell of a lot worse shape than when he'd last seen them. last looked into those eyes, last heard them sing her to sleep, last heard them curse BLi and vow to "fuck them over like they've fucked us over." and it all clicked.

BLi wasn't her family, what was xe doing here? they stole them from him and now xe was out here doing their dirty work? defending this disgusting corporation that had destroyed every aspect of his life over and over again?

and now they had to destroy even more, more than they could bear to.

they pulled the trigger.

another tally mark.

~~~

xe didn't talk the whole way back to batt city, which in and of itself wasn't all that unusual. but Korse seemed oblivious enough to not notice the tears that threatened to wash over his cheeks, the scream that felt like it would wrench its way out of their throat, the deep red marks that were left where her nails dug into skin.

she didn't talk the rest of the afternoon. taking dinner early, heading back up to the barracks, hiding their gun underneath the bed.

he had a plan.

it wasn't pretty. it wasn't well-executed. it wasn't even heroic. it was just rageful.

ghoul escaped battery city in a hail of laser fire, screaming at the top of xir lungs until it hurt to breathe as they stole the nearest motorbike and shot anyone in her way.

they didn't expect to survive.

she didn't expect to be alone in the desert, blood from both his own wounds and witch knows how many dracs soaked into every inch of their solid white uniform. but here they were, stuck out in the cold, bike out of gas, and all alone under the stars, shaking with rage and terror and anguish.

they don't like being alone.

[synchlora]

what r ur thoughts on the killjoys Transness? like obvs they all trans but whats your takes on the specifics of it 0_0 how do you think being trans works out in the zones? is physical transition a thing out there?? also plz rant abt ghouls sibling omg....

OH MY GOD everyone in the zones is trans <33 i don't make the rules (yes i do)

i feel like w physically transitioning there's a lot of different options in the zones but it just depends. im sure BLi makes hrt medications w/o trans intentions so the killjoys absolutely get their hands on that as well. it can be a bit of a mess for any 'joy on hrt bc it can vary how much of a steady supply they would have, but they make do. surgeries are probably more out of the question just bc of skill needed and also the dangers of being a killjoy while recovering from a surgery, even if u can find a good surgeon. but i think it could happen feasibly, just super uncommon.

i think one of the biggest aspects of trans-ness in the zones is clothing!! it's a huge form of expression and killjoys will make their own unique clothing all the time!! it's commonplace for crewmates to make one another cool clothes and accessories including trans things.

anyway, here r my hcs for the fab four and being trans!!

Kobra Kid:

trans dude! (he/him, but neutral pronouns are alright w his crew and anyone who doesn't know his pronouns)

he's on t intermittently, and can grow a very patchy little mustache <3 (ghoul teases him for it but that's just cause xe's jealous)

mainly dresses pretty masc, but also adores rly short dresses. bonus points if he's got a cape/cloak to go w it

will steal the others' nail polish for Gender reasons and then blame ghoul for it (you'd think party and jet would learn, but you'd be surprised how quick they are to blame ghoul)

Fun Ghoul

absolutely gender fucked (xe/they/she/he. also uses it on occasion, depends)

will wear anything it Does Not Matter if it's masc, femme, or falling apart <3

uses both masc and femme terms. also inanimate/object terms

has a bunch of other names and will respond to just abt anything (you could call her brick and he'd respond)

Jet Star

genderfuild (they/he/she, though he isn't used as often w strangers. even called it/its but ONLY by ghoul)

LOVES long flow-y dresses and oh my god they look incredible in them (every allo person in the zones has got at least a little crush on jet star <3)

goth cowboy is her gender presentation, that is all

new hair color every week baby!! new hair color w every new gender asghsbsgsnsc

Party Poison

nonbinary (they/them, she/her w certain significant others)

will call the others transphobic if they even slightly irritate them (they say it as a joke but god sometimes they're so good at deadpanning it that their trans crew is like oh fuck am i??)

mainly use feminine terms reffering to them

will only wear dresses/skirts if they have tights or even jeans underneath (but also they rock this look somehow)

loves fucked up evil makeup and somehow almost always has some weird shade of eyeshadow perfect for any occassion

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NOW. for ghouls sibling.......

ghouls sibling is called raven and they grew up together in the more run-down part of Batt City. they r literally the sweetest person alive oh my god they would die for ghoul (foreshadowing (but not rly))

they named themself after their mom, an ex-killjoy who got caught and re-introduced back into Batt City, told them abt the incredible flocks of ravens that would gather out in the zones. she told them all sorts of stories abt her times in the desert but they latched onto the ones abt the ravens. they were said to help carry souls of dead joys, gathering at joshua trees designated as memorials and carrying off the trinkets left behind in honor of the dead. it was believed that once the ravens took something held dearly by the person who had died, then their soul would pass on. (this is also how the tradition of having brightly colored masks and beads came into play. the ravens tended to favor the brighter items, so it became an interesting sort of way of both showing your soul's bright colors and also enticing those who would carry you off to the afterlife)

so raven chose their name based on those stories, sticking with it even after their mom was taken by BLi and replaced by a droid. ghoul was basically raised by raven and, up until ghouls capture when xe was 10, they were inseparable.

ghoul tried to erase all memory of raven while he worked in BLi, just abt everything short of actually getting her memory wiped. they burnt all raven's books, changed his name, and began to loathe the family she had before. but despite all the BLi lessons telling xem otherwise, she still held onto an old knife that raven and him had both engraved the sides of together. the one last remainder of raven and of ghoul, sitting underneath the matress where angel sleeps (angel is ghouls new name btw, ik that's not super clear).

but yeah :))) im gonna pretend nothing bad ever happens to raven and end this ramble here bc. spoilers and also sad.

[always-and-forever-a-killjoy]

Chapter 3 is up!

Hey y’all! It’s time for the third and final chapter of let me be the one to save you, aka the chapter I’ve been promising will make up for all the pain! 

Chapter Title: Everything Is Going To Be Okay

Chapter Wordcount: 1588

Chapter Summary: Cherri Cola wakes up, makes some mildly ill-advised choices, and finally gets a fucking hug.

Warnings: Non-graphic descriptions of injury and stitches, hospital setting.

Taglist: @wishiwasthemoon-tonight @sleevesareforlosers @stressed-depressed-emo-mess @tasteofamnesia (message me, send an ask, or reblog/reply to one of my posts if you want to be added or removed)

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When Cherri Cola wakes up again, he’s in a room he doesn’t recognize. The walls are whitewashed and plain, and his first thought is that he was captured on the mission to Battery City. Why they didn’t simply slap a drac mask on him is anyone’s guess, but the more pressing question is if the fabulous four made it safely out with the Girl.

Which he has no way of finding out. Great.

After a moment, he notices that the bed he’s lying in creaks, and the paint of the walls is far too chipped to be Battery City. Not to mention the thin layer of dust and sand coating everything, which confirms that this must be the desert. He struggles to sit up, sending shoots of pain through what feels like a hundred small cuts and bruises. Abruptly, he remembers what happened; Poison getting shot, Jet running with Motorbaby, smashing through that glass wall with Ghoul, Dr. Death Defying coming to save them in the van, all of it comes rushing back.

Cherri pushes himself further up, since knowing what happened at the bli building still doesn’t answer the question of exactly where he is, and carefully swings his legs over the side of the bed. His jacket, mask, and ray gun are gone, making him feel strangely vulnerable, but that’s not going to stop him.

What does ultimately stop him is the fact that he gets to his feet and immediately almost passes out. His head is spinning badly enough that he has to sit right back down, making the bedsprings creak even more as he tries to catch his breath. He must have gotten hurt worse than he thought, given his inability to even stand.

After a few moments, footsteps sound in the hall and then a tall, dower-faced person wearing the symbol of a medic walks in. They look Cherri Cola up and down, pursing their lips. “You’re awake already.”

“How long has it been?”

“Only a few hours. Did you try t’ get up?”

“I have to find my friends,” Cherri defends himself.

“Your friends are safe. You’re in the hospital in Zone 2,” They add. “Your friend, DJ Dr. Death Defying, brought you an’ another kid in.”

Cherri blinks, mildly baffled at being grouped in with Fun Ghoul as a ‘kid’. “I’m twenty-eight.”

“Sorry, you an’ a teenager in.”

“Is xe okay? And what about the other members of the fab four?”

“Xe will be fine, xe’s no worse off than you were. Xyr crewmates are all fine as well, although the redhead was in critical condition for a while.” They peel off the bandages on his arm and start examining a long cut he doesn’t remember getting, which is now neatly stitched. “Your friends said your name is Cherri Cola?”

He nods and regrets the movement as his head aches. “That’s me.”

The medic nods in return. “I’m Senior Medic Dowdy, pleased t’ meet you.” Their voice is professional, but they have the rough accent of someone who either grew up in the Zones or has lived here a long while.

Cherri manages to sit quietly as they check on varying slashes, which he assumes are from throwing himself through a glass door. That really was not his smartest idea.

Finally, they’re finished, and he dares open his mouth again. “Can I see my friends?”

“Only the ones who can walk on their own, ‘m not having you up and walking just yet. You lost a lot of blood.” Their voice softens slightly. “I’ll go get them, you stay right here.”

Ten minutes later, Jet Star enters and immediately goes to throw their arms around Cherri. He winces as his varying injuries scream out, but he doesn’t even think about pushing them away. While Jet Star is by far the most open of the Fabulous Four about expressing affection verbally, they’re restrained with physical affection. They’ll return hugs, but rarely initiate them, unless they think one of their crewmates needs one. And they never hug like this, raw and scared with no warning. So even though they’re taller than him by not an insignificant amount, Cherri holds them gently and lets them fall apart for a moment as they cling to him.

“Thank you,” Jet mumbles. “Thank you for coming with us. Thank you for saving Poison. Thank you for getting hurt to save Ghoul. Thank you.”

“Of course. You’re my friends. I’m always going to try to help,” he promises, and that’s a promise he can keep.

They let out a small sniffle. “Love you, Cola.”

“Love you too, Jet.”

It ends up being another day before Poison even wakes up, and another couple after that before Cherri is healed enough to go see them. During those days, he sees the Girl, who gives him sweet, little-kid hugs and whispers “thank you, Cola”, and Newsie, who gives him a ridiculous amount of shit for almost dying but grins fondly and says “I knew you’d make it, you lucky fucker.” Show Pony somehow manages to smuggle a cherry-flavored lollipop into the hospital for him (where ey got it is anyone’s guess), and gives him almost as much shit as Newsie for almost dying. Cherri just smiles, knowing that it’s eir way of saying that ey cares.

Dr. Death Defying also comes to visit, and the first words out of his mouth as he wheels in the door are “Never do that again. You could have died!”

Cherri almost laughs at how on-brand it is for D that the first thing he does after they’re reunited is scold Cherri for nearly dying. “I love you too, you worrier.”

D sighs. “I love you, even if you gave everyone a fright.”

“I did promise I would come back.”

“I didn’t believe you.”

Cherri knows. It wasn’t a promise he was sure he could keep either, but he’s certainly glad he did.

Although everyone else is able to visit, he doesn’t get to see Fun Ghoul, Party Poison, or Kobra Kid until he can walk on his own. While Kobra is mainly uninjured, he refuses to leave Poison’s side, and Cherri understands that.

The day Cherri finally goes to visit Party Poison is also the first time he sees Ghoul since the two of them were buying the rest time to run.

Actually, xe almost runs into him outside of Poison’s hospital room. “Oh! Cola!”

“Hey, Ghoul,” Cherri offers with a smile.

Xe fiddles with xyr hands. “Thanks for. Y’know. Savin’ me and all.”

“You did just as much,” he gently reminds xem.

“Yeah, but you didn’t have t’ throw yourself through a glass door an’ use your body to shield me from the glass.”

There’s no way he can possibly express, not with any words in his vocabulary, how impossible it would have been to stand by and not do something to help xem. Instead, he just gives Ghoul another small smile and hopes that his true meaning comes across. “I was only doing my best to help.”

Ghoul shakes xyr head. “Dr. D would say you don’t give yourself enough credit.”

“D is very kind, but really I was just doing what I could.”

He swears xe rolls xyr eyes at him as he opens the door and finally gets to see the last two members of the Fabulous Four. Poison looks much smaller and much younger than normal, sprawled out on the bed, but their playful grin is firmly set on their face, and most importantly, they’re alive. The rest of the crew is already arrayed around them; Jet Star is standing next to them, Kobra Kid sits on the bed by their other side, and Motorbaby is snuggled up next to them. Dr. Death Defying is sitting next to Jet, and Newsie grins from the corner, where she’s sitting with Pony.

“Cola! Up and walking, I see.”

“Slowly, but yes.”

“So I shouldn’t tackle-hug you.”

“Not unless you want to tear some of these stitches, no.”

She laughs and comes to give him a gentle hug. “I think the venom siblings have something to say to you. Right, Poison, Kobra?”

Kobra huffs a sigh. “Sorry we were assholes to you when you offered to help.”

“Yeah, we were scared for Motorbaby, but you didn’t deserve t’ be treated like a stranger,” Poison contributes.

It’s rare to hear either of them apologize for anything, so he has a feeling that there was some convincing from Newsie and D involved, but it’s an apology nonetheless. “It’s okay. You were scared and separated from someone you love, and I’m not exactly known for being a fighter.”

“’M really glad you were there,” Poison mumbles. “Kobes says you kicked Korse’s ass.”

“Swear jar!” Jet reminds as Cherri winces.

“I don’t know about that, but I did my best.”

“That’s good enough for us,” Ghoul puts in.

Cherri isn’t supposed to stand for too long, so they let him sit on the other side of the bed from Kobra, and Ghoul perches on the foot of the bed alongside Pony as Dr. Death Defying wheels close enough for Cherri Cola to lean a little on him, and NewsAGoGo and Jet Star do their utmost to gather all seven of the rest into a hug. And even though it all still hurts a bit, and even though there’s a long fight ahead of them, for those few minutes, surrounded by the people who have become his family, it feels like everything is going to be okay.

[always-and-forever-a-killjoy]

Good morning again, I’m back on my bullshit (again) and this time I’m here to drop yet more fluff on you. Yes this is a Christmas time fic, yes it’s July, mind your own fucking business.

Anyways! Have some fucking FLUFF.

Title: There Are So Many Special Things About You

Wordcount: 1530

Summary: It's Fun Ghoul's first Christmas in the Zones, and xe ends up getting roped into way more decoration than xe would really like. But xe also ends up with something that used to feel impossible to find: a family.

Warnings: None, surprisingly!

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(Actual fic under the cut)

Fun Ghoul didn’t know exactly why xe was at the radio station, but apparently the Fabulous Four’s presence was necessary that particular day. So Party Poison had bundled everyone into the Trans Am and sped through the desert (far too fast, of course, they never drove safely or sanely), and now they were all standing in the living room of Dr. Death Defying’s radio station, waiting for…something.

It turned out what they were waiting for was Dr. D himself, rolling into the room with a tired but fond smile as he addressed them. “Thanks for coming out on short notice- I really need someone to help Cherri with the decorating before he gets himself hurt. He loves Christmas, but I have to keep telling him ‘Cherri, you can’t just run around for days on end making the radio station fancy’. Not that he listens,” he added ruefully.

Ghoul mentally tried to add up the weeks and months since he had arrived at the desert, and concluded that it could reasonably be December or so. Xe didn’t think the killjoys would celebrate Christmas, but then again, most killjoys would take any opportunity for a celebration.

Meanwhile, Poison was shooting Dr. D one of their bright grins. “No problem, D. We’ve got Pepsi’s back, an’ I’m sure Pone will help.”

“Sure will,” Show Pony chirped as ey skated into the room, followed by Cherri Cola himself, who was looking rather ridiculous with his sleeves rolled up and the amount of hair already falling in his face. But he was smiling, brighter than what Ghoul thought was usual for him, and everyone seemed to take that as good enough.

“Hey guys!” He greeted them. “D said you came to help with the decoration, so I’m putting you to work of course.”

“‘Course you are,” Kobra Kid snorted.

Cola just laughed. “So we have these shitty plastic garlands, two strands of lights which mostly work, and an assorted lot of random ornaments. I’m thinking the garlands can go around the radio station, and then we’ll need something to put the rest on.”

“Oh no. Oh no, no, no,” Kobra said.

“So I’m getting us a massive tumbleweed!”

Pony cackled, and Ghoul almost started laughing xemself at the look on Kobra’s face. 

“Last time we got a tumbleweed, I nearly died!”

Poison let out their own cackle of laughter. “It wasn’t ‘nearly dying’, dearest brother, it was just you getting tangled in a massive tumbleweed. But if it makes you feel better, this year I’ll go with Pepsi to get the tumbleweed.”

Kobra sulked as Ghoul snickered and Cola grinned. “Thanks, Poison! If the rest of you could get those lights untangled and start hanging garlands, that would be great.”

“Pepsi likes me best now,” Poison declared and walked out the front door before anyone could protest that.

“For the record, I like you all equally,” Cola told them before heading outside after Party. “Wait up, you need me to actually drive the truck!”

Dr. Death Defying chuckled. “Well, I’ll leave you all to the decorating, I’ve got some other things to do. Thank you again for helping out Cherri, I know he appreciates it as well.”

Fun Ghoul ended up helping Kobra detangle and test the varying mismatched lights that Cherri owned, as Jet sat on the floor and patiently sorted ornaments. Pony skated around figuring out where to hang the garlands. Jet was humming under their breath, presumably some sort of Christmas tune, and Pony yowled along, but other than that the room was silent. Strangely so, given the usual loudness of most all killjoys, but no one seemed to feel like breaking the companionable silence. 

Well, that is, until NewsAGoGo showed up.

“What the fu- oh, Cola got out the decorations, didn’t he?”

“Uh. Yeah?” Ghoul offered.

“And let me guess, he took….” She scanned the room. “Party Poison to go get a massive tumbleweed that will fill half our living room and be covered in glitter by the time Pony is through with it.”

“Sure did, and it sure will,” Pony laughed.

“Fuck yeah. Anyways, what do y’all need help with?”

Ey gestured to Jet. “Jet’s sorting ornaments all on their own.”

“Great, scootch over.” She settled next to them as Pony kept skating around, and Kobra and Ghoul kept working on the lights.

Most of the lights ended up working, and Kobra was able to fix most of the ones that didn’t. Ghoul tried to pretend that xe wasn’t peering over his shoulder, curious about how some of the circuitry worked. Xe knew a fair bit about technology, enough to make a fairly passable bomb, but Kobra was just a bit better. Still, xe at least understood most of what he was doing, which seemed like a victory to xem. Jet, meanwhile, had moved on to helping Pony hang the garlands, much to eir delight. 

By the time most of the garlands were up and all the lights worked again, Poison and Cola were back, tromping through the door with a ridiculously large tumbleweed. 

“Merry Christmas, fuckers!” Party hollered. 

Newsie took that as a chance to shout “Merry Christmas yourself, bastard!” 

“I thought I said a small tumbleweed this year,” Dr. Death Defying sighed as he poked his head into the room again, ignoring Newsie and Party. 

“It was the only one I could find,” Cola defended.

“The only one. In the patch you call the ‘tumbleweed zone’. Which is utterly filled with them. And where I know for a fact you were going.”

“Mhm. Yep. The only one.”

“I love you, you Christmas-loving dork,” Dr. D sighed. 

“Love you too, D.” 

Cola and Party navigated the ‘tree’ to one corner, where, as soon as they set it down, Kobra, Jet, and Pony instantly descended on it with decorations. Ghoul glanced at Dr. Death Defying, who gave xem a warm smile and tilted his head at the tumbleweed as if to say ‘go on’. So Ghoul, alongside Party, picked up the remaining ornaments and started decorating.

Xe found that only a few of the ‘ornaments’ appeared to have been originally intended for that purpose, while most of the rest were scraps of paper painted in bright colors or shards of glass with wire wrapped around them to form a little holder. They looked lovely regardless, twinkling in the lights on the tumbleweed ‘tree’ as if they were always meant to be there. They had clearly been made by the careful (and not-so-careful) hands of many killjoys, and now were being placed by even more hands.

Even Dr. Death Defying had joined in on the decoration, although he mostly held back until most all had been placed. Then, he wheeled up, removed one of the brackets from his wrist, and hung it front and center on the tumbleweed. 

Ghoul glanced at the others in puzzlement as Cherri Cola stepped up and repeated the process, followed by Show Pony and then Newsie. Jet shot xem a smile, which was reassuring, but not all too informative. 

“Here, go on,” Cola said, nodding to the Fab Four as Newsie stepped back.

Poison gave a very dramatic gasp, grinning. “Really, Pepsi?” 

“Yes, really.”

“And your husband’s okay with it?”

“Yes, I am,” Dr. D said with a smile. 

Poison stepped up and hung one of their strands of beads on the tumbleweed as Ghoul glanced confusedly at the rest of xyr crew. 

“It’s an old Zones custom, for those who celebrate Christmas, anyways,” Jet told xem in a whisper as Kobra pulled a bracelet off his wrist. “Family members hang bad luck beads or other jewelry together as the last ornaments on a ‘tree’. So they essentially just invited us to be a part of their family.”

“Come on, Jet!” Poison was calling. 

Jet Star offered Ghoul another reassuring smile and approached the tumbleweed, pulling off one of their strands of beads and hanging it by Poison and Kobra’s. 

Finally, it was Ghoul’s turn, and xe felt weirdly nervous about such a small thing as xe fumbled with xyr bracelets. It took xem a moment, but he managed to retrieve the very first strand of bad luck beads xe had been given. 

The tumbleweed pricked Ghoul’s fingertip as xe lowered the bracelet onto the branch with shaking hands, right in the middle of the rest. Xyr hands still refused to hold steady, and he almost knocked off what xe thought was Cherri’s bracelet as xe added xyr own. 

Cherri gave xem his warm smile as xe fumbled to fix it, finally pulling back from the tree to see the rest’s reactions. 

Pony was the first to move, swooping in to plant a kiss on each of Ghoul’s cheeks as Poison grinned at xem.

“Welcome to the family, asshole.”

Ghoul flipped them off. “Love you too, asshole.”

Xe found xemself being completely lifted off the ground by Jet’s hug, and Kobra gave xem a brief nod that seemed to convey roughly the same sentiment as Newsie ruffled xyr hair. 

Dr. D just smiled fondly at them all and took Cherri’s hand. “Merry Christmas, you all.”

“Merry Christmas,” Cherri agreed softly.

“Merry Christmas, gay desert dads!”