#the fab 4

[agxinstthesun]

an overly complex analysis of how the killjoys deal with loss

party poison-

party poison has a soul crushing fear of death. maybe it isn’t apparent- not what you’d expect from someone who appears so confident and in tune with themselves, but there’s signs. the way their eyes go dark when anyone in the crew gets even slightly injured- the way they're always first to volunteer to stay up all night on patrol, knowing their paranoia would keep them up either way. you could chalk it up to their “leader instincts,” but their crew would argue it runs deeper than that. a good leader doesn’t have to do what party does- a good leader - by zone standards - keeps the group motivated- keeps them from splitting up. party poison keeps the group alive, together. they took a team and effortlessly morphed it into a family. admitting to it would feed their suspended guilt even more, but each time they hear of a death outside their inner circle, a small part of them is relieved that it wasn't their family blinded by the witches touch that day.

if it were to happen, it would destroy them. the loss would be bad enough, but the guilt of it all might be enough to put them out of commission for a long while. as strong as they are, the role of "leader" digs into them like the soles of a brand new pair of shoes. leaving an indent of responsibility and overcompensation in the sand with every step they take.

jet star-

jet star never strays far from death, not since what happened to his family. finding his parents ghosted after an unexpected raid carried out by some particularly violent exterminators was the catalyst for a lot of things in his life. his heightened sympathy for the dead and the mourning was one of those things. he was known throughout the desert as a safe person to talk to about those topics. it was even said that he would offer sympathy despite negative affiliations or disagreements your group had with his. it'd be a lie to say it didn't weigh on him, though. the anger built up from hearing all of these stories and the lingering effects from his own experiences culminated in an intense hatred for BLI and everything they had done. this passion was the one thing him and party poison truly connected over when they first met.

it's no surprise that, if confronted by a companions passing, this anger and passion would hit him hard. how unfair it is, how inhumane, it shakes him. initially, he'd think to organize- to finally just go for it and take out as many of those pigs as possible- but he wouldn't. he's too aware of the amount of people in the zones that still need him. he's second in command, he's as much a leader as party is. still, he'd become distant. it'd serve as another warning not to get too close, to not give too much of yourself to something that is only ever temporary.

fun ghoul-

fun ghoul doesn't acknowledge death. despite his ever frequent catfights with it, he manages to get by rarely considering the possibility. the truth being that if he did, the weight of it all would crush him. deep down, he knows he's helpless to it. he knows that each time he evades her grasp, she gets smarter. it's no doubt it'll all catch up to him eventually..but his friends are all untouchable. seeing them injured, near ghosted? it never feels real. on a bad night, he'll think of how the others must look down, mortified, to him each time he’s left bleeding out against the desert sun. it gives him a sense of importance sometimes, but usually it just builds guilt.

if he had to face a loss head on, it would be a pivotal moment to him. as the reality set in, he'd feel lost. stupid for being naive enough to ignore it for so long. that love of throwing himself into the danger that he relied so heavily on before would fade just as fast as it came, the loss weighing him down in small ways for as long as he lived. the remorse he’d feel for pushing his love inward, and seldom expressing it, would sit heavy on his shoulders. he'd cling even more to whatever it is he had left, and protect it with his whole life.

kobra kid-

kobra kid is conflicted on death. of course it scared him- the thought that he would disappear one day, but more often than not, he caught himself wondering if that was just something he had picked up from party. the longer he thought about it on his own time, the more the thought became oddly comforting. the fact that there would eventually be a moment of rest amidst all the chaos didn’t sound all that bad to him..of course, it also pissed him off. it made him mad that the city forced that mindset onto you. the idea that submitting yourself to death was the only way to true freedom. however, it wouldn’t take long for the morbid curiosity found its way back to him.

he was almost too aware of the looming presence of death around him and the rest of the crew (the rest of the desert, really). if it happened, he wouldn’t be shocked, but deeply mourning still. he’d send letters in the mailbox, despite always considering it a futile effort. he’d silently participate in whatever zone rituals he thought would help him feel better, though they almost never would. he’d become especially reclusive and unresponsive to sympathy- it’s just something people do to feel like they’re helping, right? he’s way more dependent on his crew than he’d ever let on, and this fate would only further prove that.

[imagine-mokey]

The Beatles with fresh hair cuts!

[foolsocracy]

Hi, I love your art! Would you ever consider drawing the Fab Five as adults?

hell yeah

[pom-pruru]

あああ　モップ頭たち　可愛い　でごじます＼＼(^o^)／／ 今の写真や映像のリマスター(画質改良)技術ってすごいなあ･･･目の前でたった今撮られたようだ

[aesfocus]

Fable 2025

[ljaylmaoo]

🎃HOOK KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 2024 🎃

Last minute kinktober line up! (There may be other kinks and themes in the fics)

Day 1 (October 6th)- cockwarming

Day 2 (October 12th)- virginity loss

Day 3 (October 17th)- wet dreams

Day 4 (October 22nd)- hate sex

Day 5 (October 31st)- exhibitionism

Day 6 (DELAYED)- punishment (fab 5 x reader SPECIAL)

[beagleamarelo-moved]

dear friends 🤍

[retropopcult]

June 1964

[sunshinescare]

I've found out that watercolor is really hard to work with when you use cheap, old fuckin paint with limited color choices and don't use the proper paper

Reference image under cut

I found it on Pinterest, but i believe its the band Pale Waves.

[helluvautism]

FUCK YEAH KILLJOYS FANART

(I do not ship ferard I ship the characters from the Killjoys comic they both happen to play)

[agxinstthesun]

killjoys holiday headcanons (:

-upon learning what a snowman was, ghoul began recreating the concept but with sand. he'd pour water over sand and build mini snowmen with it. ghoul tried to teach kobra who was surprisingly into the creativity/artistry of it.

-every year dr death defying refuses to play any christmas music on the radio station...every year cherri sneaks some on when he's not looking.

-for at least a year or two party thought ornaments were really poorly executed earrings

-one time the girl was upset that it didn't snow in the desert, so she decided to pretend that the sand was snow and try to make snow angels in it...her fun only stopped when she was discovered by a very unamused party poison.

-for killjoys, the holiday season marks the end of another year, and it's a celebration of the fact that those still living have made it that far. it's a time to be thankful for your friends and family, everything you have and everything you've lost. most joys would say its the time they feel most united with others.. with that being said, though, there's never truly any time to rest in the zones....

-In the city, holidays and anything similar are practically obsolete unless it relates to their fucked up sense of patriotism. if you're an enemy or a threat to them in any way, they never give you a chance to catch your breath,. they're everywhere. all the time.

-jet finds the holidays difficult. of course he loves celebrating with the people he loves, and he's more than grateful to have them, but there'll always be that cynical part of him. the part that hurts for everyone that can't be there...what is there to celebrate when you've only ever lost more than you've gained? when the world is falling apart quicker than you can piece it back together and everything feels helpless? the others get this feeling sometimes too, but they've found ways to cope and help each other over the years. jet doesn't know what he'd do without them.

-party and cherri separately loved to write notes to all their loved ones during the holidays, recounting favorite memories and giving sappy statements that were harder to say aloud. upon realizing they both did this, it became a joint activity. cherri always cherished the late nights spent writing stupid letters with party, and after the fab4's deaths, he kept the tradition alive, writing small poems or notes for all of them and leaving them in the mailbox.

[imagine-mokey]

The Beatles decide to experiment with a little bondage.

It turns into a right of passage.

[foolsocracy]

another successful mission complete!!!

[jellibabie]

[lukasspookas]

thinking about Kobra Kid katana

[fabdante]

*gritting my teeth* if you don't share your work no one will see it and nothing will happen. you don't know what piece will resonate with people. you don't know you just have to keep going even when it feels like you're throwing stuff in the void. you just gotta keep going