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kobracola · 1 day

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y'all are lying to yourselves if you don't think that party poison is unironically the "i sacrificed everything (committed murder on a technicality) immigrating from (busting us both out of) our home country (battery city) with nothing but the clothes on my back (a contraband raygun) so that my kid (my deaf nonspeaking autistic trans little brother) could have a better life (not be regularly abused humiliated and dehumanized by literally every authority figure in our lives) and have the freedom to do anything he wanted to (kissing boys and dominating the cash track)" sibling

#they dont do it to rub it in kid's face but they do take the circumstances surrounding their leaving the city very seriously #party poison is the best fucking older sibling propoganda and i am NOT considering any alternate takes #mcr #my chemical romance #danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #ttlotfk #party poison #kobra kid #venom siblings

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thesepigsareafterme · 2 days

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Party Poison, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

Fun Ghoul: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

Poison: Ohhhh-

Kobra Kid: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

#killjoys #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days #incorrect killjoys #incorrect quotes #party poison #fun ghoul #kobra kid

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pocketknifeprayers · 1 day

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damage control

by cj pocketknifeprayers. 587 words. ao3 link

party was in one of their moods.

not the sad kind. wasn't the wouldnt-get-out-of-bed kind, or quiet-'cept-for-waxing-poetic-about-death-and-hopelessness kind. instead it was the kind that scared kobra a lil more, the one where they snapped at little things 'n spoke too fast 'n the things they said just didn't make too much sense. self sacrificial 'n balls to the wall energy.

he could tell when they were gettin' like this. a certain tone in their voice. on edge, almost. or sometimes jus' a type of confidence that pissed people off, arrogant 'n unlike themself. kobra didn't appreciate that becoming his sibling's reputation. it made him mad. that wasn't them in their right mind.

tonight their tone had an edge to it. he could hear them, talkin' too loud in their room, too fast, rambling 'n then laughing sharply at something they'd said. kobra could hear ghoul's responses, too. taken aback, quiet, listening. tired, too. it was late. he could picture the scene behind the thin wall he pressed his ear against. could picture poison pacing, or worked up 'bout somethin' grand, with ghoul assuming the role of damage-minimizer, worried 'til they came back down in a couple 'a days. (hopefully only 'a couple a days.)

kobra chewed at the skin on his lip as he listened, little pieces flakin' off from dehydration. he heard ghoul say somethin' inside, somethin' quiet that party didn't appreciate, 'n their attitude did a 180. their tone told kobra that they were sayin' something hurtful in return, berating ghoul, 'n kobra cringed to himself. fuckin' christ. he heard footsteps and quickly backed away from the door in time to be out of the way when it swung open, ghoul pushing his way past 'n out, swiping angrily at a tear streaming down his face. kobra made eye contact with a very pissed-off looking party poison inside through the opened door. their glare got even harder 'n kobra flinched when they slammed the door in his face.

ghoul was crying when kobra came in the room. he gingerly sat down next to him on the sagging mattress. stayed quiet 'til he wanted to talk. he did, eventually. all stuff kobra already knew. he coulda predicted what ghoul would say from the start. worry, fear for party's state 'a mind. they took offense to his suggestion that they weren't doing well. this was the best they'd ever felt, theyd said. they always said that when they got like this. clearer than ever. they knew their purpose. they wanted to die for it. wanted to feel it that deep. they couldn't see how not normal that was, ghoul cried, frustrated. how they couldn't see somethin' was wrong.

kobra worried too. was hard not to when your sibling, or in ghoul's case, your partner was sayin' this typa stuff. actin' this way. friggen concerning. they used to take meds for it, he remembered. things were bad when kobra was little. they acted all kinds of sideways, then the city put them on some medication. he didn't know whether he agreed with it or not. it took this violent up 'n down away from them but at what cost?

all 'a this started again with those pink and white pills, crushed under their boot on the sandy asphalt: a renunciation of the system the two of them left behind.

kobra made up his mind to talk about it with them when things had passed. til then, they were doing the best they could. all of them, poison included.

#party poison #kobra kid #my fic #the fab four #fics #danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days #danger days fic #funpoison

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foolscapper · 10 months

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