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RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW . . . independent & highly private P A R T Y P O I S O N. comic based with obvious influence from mcr’s music videos & concept album. written by A S H / they them / 25+. this blog does not follow first. N O T E: if you don’t like musicians being used as fcs, do not follow this blog. must be 21+ to follow / interact. ALL THE WAY IN BATTERY CITY! INFO. MEMES. SIDEBLOG. PINTEREST.
due to lack of interest, i’m putting this blog on low activity / hiatus.
starter call. comment with one of the following to indicate which verse you’d like the starter in.
main verse - a killjoy trying to save battery city.
modern verse - working as a hacker for an underground orgnization.
mad max - wanders the wastelands trying to help people out of the citadel’s grip.
apocalypse - after losing all of his friends, party tries to help survivors live in the end of the world.
umbrella academy - one of the special kids born 10/1/89, poison works as a criminal hacker. he has lazer powers.
theseancekid , klaus hargreeves.
He doesn’t know where the fuck this flaming-haired angel of revenge has been all his life, but he didn’t have to think twice about the proposition. The score itself was unbelievable, but getting to ruin his dad’s life? Shit, he’d do that for free. This is the best day of his goddamn life, as far as he’s concerned.
Unfortunately, the mixture of molly and giddy nerves doesn’t so much to help his already dismal ability to concentrate; he blinks once, twice, three times, when a hand is suddenly thrust in front of his face, brows pinching together as he tries his very best to untangle the jumbled words that just came out of the other’s mouth. God, he hasn’t dealt with plans and strategies since he was a kid. No wonder he failed all those missions— this shit is so BORING!
“Yeah, yeah. No, yeah, I got it. I got it! Christ, take a chill pill.” Lopsided smile creeps up his face as he pulls a pink pill from his pocket, offering it up with a raised brow. “The old man’s not goin’ anywhere, there’s no rush! Lord knows that ol’ bastard’s gonna spend the rest of his life locked away in that study.”
Leaning forward, he settles his weight on his elbows, head lolling to the side as he lets the giggly excitement drain from his body for just a moment. “You wanna get into the Hargreeves mansion? You’re gonna need a wetsuit, some pliers, a flashlight, two pieces of semi-chewed gum, a phillips-head screwdriver…and ME.”
there was always one downside to working with addicts, and that was that they were unpredictable. party could count on the fact that they were high, but there was never just one way for them to act while on their drug of choice. klaus seemed to function relatively normal, albite a bit obnoxiously. the man seemed to be on cloud nine, and that was almost more annoying to poison than if he was nodding out in a corner, somewhere. all party needed klaus to do was focus. seemed simple enough to the hacker ; then again, he isn’t on molly.
hand flashes up to grab at the pill klaus holds proudly up in the air, grasping it in one sweaty palm and shoving it deep into the pocket of his pants. even if poison was interested in popping a couple dream drugs, now wasn’t the right time. the last thing he needed was to be floating around, getting himself caught breaking into a wealthy man’s home. eyes remain on klaus, half lidded and unimpressed by the other’s teasing. ‘ you’re gonna get me in and out, quick. no fuckin’ around, no spacin’ out, none of that shit, ’ if party’s entire underground career is ruined simply because of the fading man in front of him, poison would personally make klaus’s life a living hell. eyes connect with the others, driving his point home. ‘ gonna get what i need, then you’re gonna forget i exist. understand? ’
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fourthorse , rachel jessop.
she’s coasting, slipping through crowds, always unnoticed. hardly anyone knows her, and those who can recall her name, want nothing to do with her. the jessop family has been tainted as a result of her. she’s been ostracized by the community as a whole, which has led her here. a woman at rock bottom, only friend being a needle and a half empty bottle of something. she’s almost convinced herself that she prefers it this way. almost. the burn slivering down her throat reminds her that she hasn’t succumbed to that ideology completely yet. and that paired with the flash of bright red hair approaching her, is enough to drag her back down to earth for a little while. “ a lot of people around here fit that description. you know that, ” the girl starts with a light smile. it doesn’t fit the haggard features of her face. “ someone with a lot of pocket change like that, is going to be hard to track down. unless you can spare more money than that man can, i doubt anyone is going to be willing to rat him out. ”
there isn’t much else in this world that people value more than money. party supposes he could understand that. money buys everything - food, shelter, drugs, sex, happiness. the green is what makes the world go round. he doesn’t give a shit about the stuff, himself, but he also knows it can get him a long way. he’s gotten somewhat of a good reputation around these parts, curating a particular relationship with those that found their home on the streets. that’s not to say they didn’t want cash in exchange for information, sometimes. it’s that most of them knew party was good for his word, as long they were good for theirs. staring down at the woman in front of him, poison shoved his hands deep into into the pocket of his hoodie, strands of bright hair falling into his eyes as he blinked. ‘ if y’know anything, i got ways’ve payin’ you back, ’ despite the response being fairly vague, party thinks he’s being clear enough. ‘ don’t even gotta give me specifics. last time you saw him, last time he was here. whatever you got, ’
@fiivvee , continued.
used to open wounds, broken bones, and near death experiences, there wasn’t much that could shock party poison, anymore. this is the life he’d chosen, one of danger and crime, all to help others. and if that meant he needed to get hurt a little bit a long the way, than that’s a deal poison was more than willing to take. seeing others get hurt was a bit of a different story. he’d take a bullet for a number of his allies, smaller bruises and holes even more frequently. party thought he had seen five getting roughed up, but the redhead had been too preoccupied in fighting his own battle to help with whatever trouble five found himself in. now that the fight was over, poison limped a bit towards one of the rooms, only to find five trying to cover up his damage.
‘ looks like it fuckin’ hurts, ’ party replies in a low tone, slowly making his way towards the table and the supplies that sit on top of it. he’s been around the other long enough to know five would refuse assistance nine times out of ten. but that didn’t mean party wasn’t going to try. picking up the tweezers that had previously been dropped, hazel eyes glance over the metal before moving towards five again, a dull expectancy in his eyes. ‘ you gonna let me help, or are y’just gonna bitch about it? ’
i didn't have any time this weekend, but i'll be around during the week!
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𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙅𝙊𝙔𝙎 - 𝙈 𝘼 𝙆 𝙀 𝙎 𝙊 𝙈 𝙀 𝙉 𝙊 𝙄 𝙎 𝙀! independent & highly private party poison. comic based with obvious influence from mcr’s music videos & concept album. written by ash / they them / 25+. this blog does not follow first. NOTE: if you don’t like musicians being used as fcs, do not follow this blog. must be 21+ to follow / interact.
i finished starters, so i’ll be working on drafts this weekend.
don’t get attached, don’t make friends. you never know when you’re going to get betrayed out here, throat slit in the sand, or a bullet straight through an eye. stumbling across the girl, party had half a mind to take her back to where she said she came from. running around out here with a savior complex - there was only room in the dunes for one martyr. then poison saw something in her ; part of himself, a younger him, someone who wanted to help, who would venture out into a wasteland and risk their own life for others. foolish, really. party wouldn’t recommend it. look at what’s happened to him - alone, wandering, looking for people to rescue when he can’t even save himself. but it was her choice, ultimately. which is why she was sitting in the passenger set of his trans am as he drove through the sandstorm. ‘ get your arm inside, roll up th’window, ’ one hand retracts from the steering wheel to do the same, hot air now trapped in the car with them. chin nods out the windshield, offering a view of the dense sky ahead. ‘ storm’s comin’ up. strap in, ’ @cloudtm.
klaus had seemed the most approachable out of all of them. not to mention, the seance ran in the same crowds party did, though the other man indulged much more frequently. it wasn’t hard finding him, nor was it hard to dig up information about the umbrella academy, the washed up super heroes that once ruled the news. seven special kids thrust into the spotlight, only to fizzle out sooner rather than later. poison didn’t give a shit about that. what he wanted was information on their father. trying to get into reginald hargreeve’s personal life has proven to be nearly impossible, and party was now more curious and eager than he’d like to admit. that’s where klaus came in. ‘ are you payin’ attention? ’ it’s a low snap, hand waving in front of klaus’s face before falling back into the pocket of his hoodie. ‘ s’not a hard concept. you gotta tell me you understand th’plan, or i’m outta here, ’ if klaus turns out to be worthless, poison would just have to find his own way into the hargreeves house. it wouldn’t be his first instance of breaking and entering. @theseancekid.
i really wanna be on this blog, but there’s so little interest that i’m having a hard time. i realize this is a super niche story and character, so i get it, it just sucks lmao.
amina sent me a video of someone chomping straight through a jolly rancher and said ‘party energy’ and she was absolutely right about that. the most chaotic eater i’ve ever seen. he’d take one down in three bites just to see someone stare at him in awe and terror.
‘ y’sure you want me t’do this? ’ he was giving her an out. party hadn’t taken any money from her yet ; they could both just walk away. rarely did the killjoys take personal jobs like these, but her father was the type of man poison hated deeply. rich men who believed they were better, stronger than everyone else. above all rules and laws because their pockets overfloweth. but this was too much like a friend helping a friend, instead of him taking down some corporation and spreading the wealth. eyes move up to meet gaea’s, hand pushing away his hood, leaving party with messy red hair shielding his temples. ‘ anything i pull outta here ain’t gonna be able t’be put back, so y’better be sure, ’ @herbtm.
at first, he thinks it’s a hallucination. the green of it all, an emerald world surrounded by disaster and sand. an oasis. party even laughed the first time he laid eyes upon the place, a chuckle that made the killjoy seem like he was losing his mind. days without food or water would surly do that to a person, even one who was used to it. but he approached even still, because what was the harm? if he was imagining such beauty, than there would be no consequence to getting a little closer. then he walked, and it grew in size, came further and further into view, and his smile turned into a surprised frown, a raise of both eyebrows. it wasn’t possible, not with the toxic air, the lack of any fresh water anywhere. but impossible or not, party walked right into the jungle of paradise, only to be greeted by a gun. wouldn’t be the first time ; he isn’t surprised. tired eyes move to the man who silently threatens him, mouth kept shut, waiting for the other to speak first, to give his warning. then poison would decided whether this place was worth dying over. @dolceclavier.
