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bro talk to me about kobra kid. anything. give me

KOBRA. MY BOY.

here's some general headcanons ive got for him

overall pretty quiet but damn he is a very physical, very angry person if he's upset (and he is always at least mildly pissed off, may be projecting oh no)

autistic and wears sunglasses a lot bc bright sun is godawful (not great to live in a bright ass desert but oh well)

so much bottling up of emotions oh my gOD kobra please talk to people

TALK TO POISON YOU DUMBASS

twins w party poison (though poison does not know this, their memory prior to 13 is entirely gone bc of BLi. which is another reason why they need to talk lmao)

he loves to feel emotions dialed up to 10 bc his emotions were so heavily dampened down when he was on BLi's medication

ANGRY

trans but everyone is so u already knew that

not a great biker but it's very fun so he does it a lot

gets in a lot of crashes bc of the above point oh no

loves making random little gadgets

his crowning achievement is the vend-a-hack which very nearly got broken the first day he tried to use it (also happened to be the day he met ghoul, yes those two events are related, yes it is the way you'd think but not in the way you'd probably guess)

loves his sibling a lot :(

loves his crewmates a lot :(

loves the girl SO MUCH :(

likes to think he's punk rock/hardcore. he is not, this bitch is SCENE as fuck (kk: im punk, im punk!! pp: you fucking WISH you were punk!)

not the best at hugs but he's trying

LOVES to tackle people

kobra Kid 🤝 fun ghoul -> tackling people out of affection

he and ghoul will literally play wrestle all the fuckin time

likes to whistle a lot

will literally whistle or hum in response to most questions (aaaahhhhh projecting)

switches between talking and signing a lot

very sweet w his family <3

here's some backstory

saw party poison get taken away in front of him when he was 13. he didn't shed a single tear and even though his whole body was screaming, he couldn't let out a sound

despite how muddled his head was and how many times he got in trouble, he kept trying to find people to get information on where his sibling could be

eventually got to a point where he just wanted to escape. so he ran out of battery city in a t shirt and shorts (the desert's hot right??) and a few important things that he could carry in his pockets

among this was a polaroid picture of him and party from when party had found an illegal camera. it has two words written on the back in poison's sloppy attempt at cursive: "my brother!" this means a lot bc it was the first time poison called him brother (they took the photo like right after he came out)

he also has a small cd player with one single cd: ¡viva la cobra! also a gift from his sibling

so he attempts to escape through a gate w/o alerting the drac guards but he does anyway

ends up running from them and gets shot in the lower leg and grazed on the arm in a strange, snake-like pattern because of how he was limping

makes it out into the desert in the middle of the night, in a t shirt and shorts, bleeding from one leg and one arm so hurt he can hardly move it without screaming

so, not knowing any better, he wanders directly along route guano hoping to find some semblance of civilization. the desert's supposed to be teeming with killjoys according to BLi isn't it??

eventually collapses along the road, shivering, in withdrawal, and also having lost a fuck ton of blood

after who knows how long, he hears motors and hopes for the best

it's the worst

a drac patrol comes careening across the sand, kicking up dust and headed straight for him

but he realizes they aren't coming for him; they're running from someone else (as evident by the lasers arcing over their heads and occasionally hitting them)

and a band of killjoys also come down the road and take down the dracs right in front of kobra

once the dust has both literally and metaphorically settled, the group notices kobra sitting dazed in the sand, propped up against a rock trying to brace against the cold

a very nice killjoy in a red jacket who can't be more than a year or two kobra's senior goes over to him and gives him their jacket as the rest of their crew calls someone called "cherri" on their radio

kobra later gets to properly meet this killjoy and learns their name is jet star

after what feels like hours, the killjoy group finally decided they've got to get moving and they'll have to leave kobra to wait for cherri. kobra's not sure why they're in such a hurry, but they're not going to be able to wait with him for cherri cola to show up

so they let him know what cherri looks like, tell him to hide out nearby where they told cherri he was at, and wish him luck as they all speed off on their motorcycles

kobra's not sure how much time passes before he hears yet another engine roaring up route guano

he sees a dull green truck come rumbling over the hill, but doesn't see the person until the truck is on the road right next to his hiding place

when the guy that seemed to pretty well match the other 'joys description steps out of the truck, kobra fumbles up to his feet, entirely forgetting his injuries for a moment

man, this bitch falls flat on his fucking face and is just out cold

cherri is, as you would imagine, extremely concerned and very quickly gets this kid back to the dj shack where he can fix up his wounds and hopefully keep the poor kid from dying then and there

but he lives so fuck yeah! and cherri takes him in, so he lives at the djs shack for a while before meeting the rest of the four

that's as far as i'll go for his backstory lmao agndvsjsvsh i just have many thoughts abt poor kobra just trying his best to escape and failing in every aspect short of dying

[synchlora]

tell me about the Kobra as the only survivor of sing go

BRO bro of course u would choose the idea that i literally have labeled as light behind your eyes agfndbxjbvnv

so...... im gonna talk in bullet points bc AAAAAA here we go

SO. everything is the same up until poisons death.

kobra charges at korse as he kills poison, but instead of getting shot so many times, ghoul charges in as well and incapacitates korse so that kobra isn't shot as much

and everything progresses the same until the dracs all rush out of the building to chase after the dj van

at this point, kobra gets up, still heavily injured, and goes over to party and ghoul

rly fuckin sad shit cause jesus christ man just lost his sibling and crewmate and also likely his other crewmate who he's currently not near so. ow.

he rushes out to the trans am and storms out of Batt City

and the next few years he spends wandering for the most part

he occasionally will return to the dj station and check in but mainly flies solo at this point

and then abt two years later, he reuintes w the girl

it is (obviously) a very tearful reunion and days are spent just catching up w one another

and after a while of just meeting up w the girls crew every couple of weeks, kobra decides to stay w them

and uhhhhh lots of things happen that r. sad and also spoilers and hhhhhhhh just many things going on man..

sfvxhvfbchbf there's a lot of details i left out in between so. this concept has a lot more happening than meets the eye. but genuinely this did help me expand on the idea, made some new evil notes on the outline doc shcfndhxbcb

[synchlora]

if ur really wanting prompts........ witchpoison 95.......?

hey don't mind that this is. so fucking late sgvfhbfjvhb. not used to writing tooth-rotting fluff but this was so fuckin fun to write <3 thank u for this prompt

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“Do you believe in love?”

Poison glanced back peculiarly at their partner, shifting their feet slightly and lazily pointing their red-stained brush vaguely in her direction.

“Sure hope I do, painting somethin’ like this,” they nodded their head back to the mailbox, the faded pink cursive letters spelling out “love” now re-colored a vivid crimson. Might not be their best handiwork- a few smudges and drips here and there- but someone needs to keep up maintenance on the mailbox’s graffiti. Keep the messages of their ghosts alive.

“Didn’t mean it in such a literal sense, dumbass,” Poison felt her playfully shove at their shoulder before sitting down beside them, feathers brushing against their arm. She sat criss-crossed-- or at least what Poison guessed was as such underneath all those feathers-- propping her head up on her hands. She stared ahead at the mailbox and inspected their work with a distant look behind her eyes.

“Just got me thinkin’ ‘bout how life in the desert is,” she sighed, “Everyone always on the move, scared to make connections ‘cause they’ll be severed by next week.” She watched as Pois finished up one last little loop on the end of the cursive “e” with a careful swish.

“Think it might be all we’ve got out here, ‘f I’m bein’ honest,” Poison spoke through the brush held in their mouth, straining to reach over and grab a bottle of blue pigment before giving up, “Could you hand me that, sweetheart? Sorry.”

“Too short?” the Witch chuckled as Party grumbled a protest and elbowed her in the side. She picked up the bottle and held it above their head teasingly, dropping it just before they could manage to grab it. It landed with a hollow thud as it bounced off of Poison’s forehead, sending the Witch into a fit of laughter.

“Can’t pull that shit on me directly after asking if I believe in love,” upon seeing the mildly puzzled look on their partner’s face, they continued, “‘Cause I can’t imagine I’d put up with this shit if I didn’t sincerely love the fuck outta you.” They pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before turning back to the mailbox, ignoring the warmth they could feel spreading across their face and the stupid smile spreading across their partner’s.

“Oh, so you love me then?” she drew out the word “love” as annoyingly long as possible, leaning into Party’s side to accentuate her question.

Poison rolled their eyes, “‘Course I love you,” they wiped off the last of the red paint onto their jeans before dipping their brush into the blue. “even if you are a pain in the ass sometimes.” With the last few words, they lifted their paint brush and put a splotch of bright blue onto their lover’s nose, taking advantage of her close proximity.

“You fucker!” She pushed herself away, shoving Poison hard enough that they went sprawling back into the dirt. Though it wasn’t like they resisted, they were laughing too hard to care. She huffed and swiped at the paint on her nose, smiling despite herself before turning over to where Party’s paints were. Quickly acting while her partner still sat on their back laughing, she picked up a bottle of green paint and popped the cap off.

Before Poison had the time to even register what was going on, there was a smear of green paint across their right cheek to the bridge of their nose.

“Hey!” Party was still giggling through a mix of curses as they sat up to fully face their partner, “No fair, those aren’t even your paints!” They reached over to snatch back the green bottle but the Witch was faster than them, standing up and holding the bottle up high above their head. Poison shuffled to their feet, attempting in vain to grab at the Witch’s arm to try and pull her back down to their own height. They ended up one arm wrapped around her shoulder, the other stretched as far as they could in the direction of the paint, and face-to-face with their partner.

“Still love me?” she cooed, giving them a quick kiss on the bridge of their nose that left the faintest bit of green paint on her lips.

“Oh, fuck you,” they used her cloak to pull her down into a proper kiss, blue paint from her nose now smeared on their face. She brought her hands down to gently place them on their shoulders and steady herself. And Party took their opportunity.

Before she knew it, they’d snatched the green paint from her hand and quickly turned on their heels, ducking for cover behind the mailbox in a fit of giggles.

“Oh nice one,” she rolled her eyes and fought the smirk she felt tugging at the corners of her mouth and instead attempting a pitiable frown, “distracting your partner just for your own selfish purposes.”

“Worked like a charm,” Party gave her a hardly-perceptible wink.

“‘S that the only reason you kissed me?” she held a hand to her chest, pitching her voice up for the dramatism, “you wound me so!”

“Oh, no, of course not,” they leaned over the mailbox until they were mere inches away, “the kiss just happened to be an extra benefit to the distraction.”

“Idiot,” she scoffed with a smile.

“That’s just your type,” they drawled, earning a playful shove before the Witch pulled them back into a kiss.

Love may not be the easiest thing to build up in a desert full of death traps, but in the end it’s all a killjoy’s really got.

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if i crash ? uwu

Summary: Party Poison learns how cruel the city can be to those that don't like it's rules

(aka Party Poison experiences divine intervention aka the phoenix witch is tired of having to pull every string of fate to keep Party Poison's dumb ass alive)

Warnings: this includes the idea that Party Poison's memory was wiped and manipulated by BLi, and though it's not spoken about in detail in this particular scene it is still implied.

how did you manage to choose the one witch-related wip on here man?? anyway im not complaining this'll be a fun one bc it's abt Party's backstory!! not so much fun for them. but hey, youll get backstory!! anyway, all u need to know for this is that Poison is abt 13/14 and has just recently been taken from their family and had their memory wiped. they were then basically just left out on the streets by BLi and then they followed a weird purple light into a warehouse w some people before they passed out of exhaustion.

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When they awoke, they found themself in a very strange place. Yes, it was a warehouse much like the one they faintly remembered being in before losing consciousness, but it seemed much brighter somehow. Not bright in the sense of the flickering LEDs and blindingly white halls of BLi buildings, but bright in more of an emotional sense.

The first thing they noticed was the graffiti splashed across the walls.

Beautiful paintings of figures they’d never seen before, words hardly readable in their massive letters and unique fonts. Even abstract patterns littered the halls of this place, color weaving its way into every corner until no monochrome concrete walls were left. Though they didn’t know how, seeing the graffiti filled their chest with the saddest sense of nostalgia. Particularly one figure that they couldn’t quite place.

A tall, hunched silhouette- no, rather just someone cloaked in black- covered in feathers obscuring all but their face, hands, and feet. Though not covered by feathers, their face was still hidden behind a white mask, haunting hollows of eyes staring out from behind its porcelain cover. In their hands- more like claws- they held a cheap metal shopping cart. One hand was wrapped around the handle, pushing it forward with ease, while the other held something that took them a moment to recognize.

A mask.

Bright yellow with blue triangles above and below each eye-hole, held dangling from one claw on a flimsy little stretched-out length of string. The more they looked at the mask, the more familiar it felt, though they certainly had no idea why. The painting practically seemed to glow, the same purple-ish shade that had guided them here in the first place. They looked back up to the eyes, somehow seeming to be looking back at them now despite not having the appearance to do so.

“You religious or somethin’, kid?”

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14, 68, 20....?

14: Do I have a crush

bro i genuinely have no fuckin clue exactly what it's like to have a crush so i legally cannot answer this. but perhaps??

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?

FUCK YES i don't know why but i think it smells good man

20: First thing I notice in new person

oh god depends on the situation, but probably just general body language/tone of voice. like when i first meet someone it is in that moment that i decide whether i should be open around them or be fuckin afraid lmao. but i am also godawful at reading people to begin w so unfortunately this does nothing to help me </3

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🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

[ID: A screenshot of blue written text on a white background that reads "I write the bastard songs that make me feel alive."]

man literally all of this has been frank iero don't fucking look at my music tastes oh GOD

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hey just so you know this is hate mail

oh my god am i popular enough to receive hate <33 thank u!!!!

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5’6

alright i know u did this just to piss me off but FUCK U

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5’11 vibes

cheater >:(

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4!

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

oh FUCK dude im probably gonna go w two different ones here, one from killjoys and one just random writing shit i've been doing

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They lunge across the table and Kobra braces for a punch, hoping his favorite glasses would be spared (should’ve thought that out before wearing them on a day he expected to get his shit kicked in).

But the punch doesn’t come.

Rather than Party’s fist connecting with his face, he feels his sibling’s shoulder roughly slam into his jaw and their arms wrap around his back. Kobra opens one eye cautiously, looking down to see Party clinging tightly to his chest in a hug.

Party mumbles something into their brother’s jacket, the only comprehensible words being “I love you, you fucking bitch.”

Kobra is very fucking confused and unsure of what the hell just happened but he knows exactly what to say.

“Love you too, asshole” he mumbles, putting his own arms around Party and hugging them closer, letting himself cry into Party’s messy red hair. His face’ll be stained from resting it in his sibling’s shitily dyed hair but he doesn’t care. All that matters in that moment is that they’re there. They made it and they’re alive and they’re exactly who Kobra knew they’d always become.

(so this is technically part of an outline but i basically wrote it out lmao. anyway, just sibling emotional moments man, i love writing the venom siblings sm bc they have such an interesting dynamic. especially factoring in that Party straight up doesn't have any memories of Kobra oh no. anyway. they r very sweet and yes Party does actually punch Kobra directly after this bc he's a bitch and deserves it <3)

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How can you discredit the artists that kept you from killing yourself?

Easy enough actually, dont know them at all and they dont know me. But i suppose i dont know me either so i cant blame them. Ive been living with you for 18 fuckin years and i still dont know you. Youre a mystery to me yet i still know far too much. A stranger at a gas station with glassy eyes and some homemade pins on a jean jacket with a massive target painted on the back. Maybe you can be my guide, or i can be yours, help you through it all when youre drunk out late at night in some shitty gas station dimly lit by street lights that flicker and hum loudly. Maybe i can help you in your darkest nights, or maybe youll see me and be disgusted, tired of your old self and just looking for some escape. Maybe ill make it worse but the least i can do is try.

Maybe i can help you, stranger at a gas station in the desert with the lost eyes and hair brighter than the sun, or at least dissuade you from a poor choice of shitty gas station food.

(farquad pointing meme -> TRANS. anyway this was from a little free write i did yesterday. don't know why i kept coming back to the stranger at a gas station metaphor but i kept going w it like three other paragraphs lmao. think this one turned out the best tho. may reveal too much abt me but man that's what free writes r for babey)

[synchlora]

84,,,,

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

uhhhhh this is very trans of me but shape shifting would be rly cool man. like if it didn't hurt tremendously to change ur entire form then GOD i would do it all the time

[synchlora]

sweet dreams & ponder ? (i wanna rock!)

sweet dreams: are you happy?

cHRIST this is a lot afsjsvgsnsg. id probably say that im pretty happy atm overall. stressed as all fuckin hell but im also rly happy w where im headed in life or at least where i hope im headed. so i guess not entirely liking life right now but im so fuckin excited for the next few years to be past so i can actually do shit w my life and be myself.

ponder: what do you want to do with your life?

HELL YEAH!! same man, i literally cannot wait to start this band w u guys <3 genuinely don't know what the fuck id do w my life other than music at this point man. hoping to just be myself more in life and do whatever the hell makes me happy