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mejomonster · 10 months

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Okay so I used clairol advanced gray semi permanent dye for the first time ever. I'm absolutely beyond impressed.

I've used Clairol Jazzed before (the pink one because of course I tried pink) and it lasted 1 fucking wash, 1 fucking day, I was charged like 50 dollars by the salon that put it in and had to redo it myself the day of the wedding when my hair was meant to be pink. So naturally, because of that experience I had avoided ever buying Clairol semi permanent dyes again.

But my hair was bleached to white, lacking any gold tones, and the problem is every "natural color" dye generally is formulated with the expectation you are at LEAST putting the dye on pale banana yellow hair, or light gold hair, since that's how much most people lighten their hair. They don't make most "natural color dye" formulations for fools like me that over processed their poor fucking hair to paper white then accidentally stained them with ash so they're fucking grey ;-; no. No generally there's no fucking dye options to add gold to hair with absolutely no base gold. I usually slap pink, peach, or rose gold into hair when I've fucked up and bleached ALL yellow out of my hair, because pinks add gold back in. Pinks turn your hair pink, then fade to golden blonde. Thankfully. But alas, this time? I added peach and my hair just got silvery/whiter rather than dull grey. It still didnt get enough gold added ;-;

So I go to Sally's, asking if there's anything that will deposit golden tones to hair that's lacking any gold to begin with. Since usually, a natural blonde dye will have some violet or blue (or green if you pick a dark blonde) because the dye is meant to neutralize the slight gold tint hair is when lightening. Natural color dye does not actually get made to be put on paper white (or grey) canvasses of hair. So at Sally's, they suggest GREY COVERAGE dyes. Since natural grey hair also lacks that light Yellow base. Further, they suggest semi permanent so I can mix it with conditioner to control the color outcome better. Finally, they suggest I get both a 6G and a 6N so I can mix a tiny bit of 6N just in case the gold on its own alone (or at least as the overpowering color in 6G) doesn't hit the blue-greyish hair I've got currently and turn swamp colored (the 6N can add some of those ash tones the 6G expects on natural hair so the dye comes out closer to expected).

I do like 20 squirts of my conditioner, 20 squirts of 6G and 6 squirts of 6N. (Beforehand I do a patch test of just 6G, and 6G mixed with 6N. Both turn out golden blonde so I go with mixing both colors so my roots don't get super warm, since my roots aren't grey only the platinum lengths). Turns out: perfect natural looking golden blonde.

I decide to go over it again with just the 6N (neutral) mixed with conditioner (20 squirts conditioner 20 6N dye), because now that there's gold base in my hair I can put a neutral dye in and get a result I expect. I do, it's now a neutral-ashy blonde (but my hair tends to pull ashy quite easily). Since it's semi permanent, it's likely to fade. As long as the gold color clings longer I should be fine (gold generally does hold out longer, since people always complain about brassiness when their toners fade lol). Once it fades? My plan is just continue what I've been doing, shadow roots on myself to blur the growth line, and keeping my lengths some shade of natural looking blonde ToT.

Anyway I'm so fucking impressed with the clairol advanced grey semi permanent line. 1. They work fine on actual grey (or ashy as all hell greenish/bluish hair) 2. They can therefore ADD gold back into hair (or add reds if you fucked up and turned a brown color super ashy). This is great cause very few products can add warmth back in. (Before this, pink dye was literally the only thing I'd ever tried that managed to add gold back in). 3. You can control the light/darkness of the outcome by adding conditioner when mixing, just like if it was a rainbow color like pink. (For example I used 6G and 6N, but with conditioner I lightened them to a level 8 blonde. And for the test strands I did level 9 lightness). It's rare I've seen the ability to control lightness with dyes that come in natural shades. 4. They come out true to color. I got pretty much exactly what was promised on the bottle. The 6G dominant mixture I made gave me a solid Golden Blonde (level 8 with the conditioner mix). The 6N only mixture with conditioner I did later gave me a fairly neutral level 8 blonde (my hair pulled slightly ashy because my bleached hair has less gold than normal hair lol but still overall fairly neutral). I can say the color came out very close to the color of the conditioner mixture, just like if I was using a pink dye. 4. Very even coverage. This is good or bad depending on perspective. The good is I think it would provide good grey coverage by darkening grey hair to the surrounding hair color. The downside is I had an ombre and now its much less noticeable as the lighter hair was darkened... but it's a semi permanent so it'll fade. And the ombre will be clear again later lol.

Anyway, results:

Before dying, you can see it's white with pink bits, and very warm roots:

This is after the 6G, a little 6N, and conditioner mix (for 1 hour):

A much more natural looking color, way more blended. My roots are still a little darker as expected. But the result was a Bit too brassy for my liking in the sun. Still, adding gold was the goal so SUCCESS LOL

After the 6N conditioner mixture, 20 minutes:

In natural lighting, a bit less brassy. A bit more ashy, darkened my lengths a slight bit more. Quite happy with it though, as lengths are still slightly lighter and as it fades I'll preserve my highlights. My roots are still a touch brassy but 1 they're gonna be dyed over with regrowth in a couple months so not a big concern, and 2 it's my lengths over absorbing dye like crazy so like. Once the lengths are looking good, I can fuck with dying the roots whenever. The roots are likely to stay the same shade more or less, as the porous bleached hair fades faster. At least until it heals from enough protein treatments.

#my hairdying woes #hair #hairdye #hair dye #so. clairol advanced grey semi permanent is GREAT if u fucked up and turned ur hair #white/grey/silver/green grey/blue grey #truly until this? peach or sushi lime #crime hair dye was the only thing i had found that could add gold back in #also blonde is so. touchy #i try to trust salons then blonde fuxks up anyway cause blonde is finicky like that #so its like. fuck it i might as well do it myself so it costs 30 or less to tweak until it looks right

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yloiseconeillants · 25 days

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C H A R A C T E R P R O F I L E

(tagged by @elf-simp, and I am in the process of making more for my other characters-)

B A S I C S

Name: Yloise Elilswys Coneillants

Nicknames: She doesn't like them but has heard "Yl" (Eel) and "Lou" a couple of times at least.

Age: 34 (as of DT, presumably)

Nameday: 22nd Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon

Race: Duskwight Elezen (Gelmorran)

Gender: Clown daughter

Orientation: Bisexual (Disaster)

Profession: Former Governess (fired), Former Customs Assessor (Promoted Laterally), Warrior of Light (Retired???), Practicing Chirurgeon and Speculative Botanist.

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Dark, dark blue and some streaks of slightly lighter blue throughout. It's naturally a bit greyer, but she dyes it fairly regularly. It grows fast, and she has a tendency of cutting it erratically whenever something dramatic happens to her.

Eyes: Grey, though her left eye retains light poisoning damage since SHB. She's near-sighted and sensitive to light, so she wears tinted glasses pretty perpetually (in the soap opera, the lenses are red, but in blorboverse, she wears green lenses in the First since she didn't bring her own glasses along for the Calling - for the Wizard of Oz reference).

Skin: Also grey, acne-prone.

Tattoos/scars: She has scars from light poisoning cracks (they're sympathetic in blorboverse, since she wasn't there physically).

F A M I L Y

Parents: Julien Cibleroit, Gelmorran poet and highwayman who spent nearly two decades in Spirithold on false charges before escaping during the Calamity (there may or may not be voidsent involved in said escape) who is currently doing Crimes Too Heinous for the Redbelly Wasps in the Black Shroud, and Hersande Coneillants, a botanist originally from Gridania, who took an assignment in Halfstone to improve the crop yields in rocky soil conditions (she took the assignment in part to hide her pregnancy from her fellow guildmembers). Yloise has never met her father, and her mother died during Leviathan's attack on Halfstone after the Calamity.

Siblings: Vallerin Coneillants, aspiring magician who was on semi-permanent guard duty at Issom-Har to ward off graverobbers/adventurers. Yloise and Vallerin are twins.

Grandparents: ??? (she's been jokingly referring to the Centurio Yloise in Idyllshire as her grandmother but it's getting more affectionate every time)

In-laws and Other: Beatin was a childhood friend of her mother's and he and Yloise get on tremendously (two of them). Midgardsormr is NOT her dad.

Pets: An echevore followed Yloise out of Dohn Mheg and has haunted her steps since (its name is Elsie and it loves pixieberries and snuggling and biting).

S K I L L S

Abilities: Damage-forward scholar (she still has bane and miasma you can pry them out of my cold, dead hands thanks) who is Extremely Efficient at Spell of Boil Lungs. Healing, alchemy, carpentry.

Hobbies: She uses leftover alchemy ingredients to mix perfumes and collects tiny bottles to put them in - the issue is her labeling system is not always consistent so. Probably better to just leave her stuff alone. Is compulsively pocketing trinkets considered a hobby? She's doing that. She *loves* eating and will definitely seek out food carts in every city she ends up in. This is probably what's going to get her to the Dawntrail expansion, honestly.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: She's trying!!!! Very good at the whole Helping thing. Keeps calm in drastic situations. Hype generator for literally anyone if she believes in the cahoots potential.

Most Negative Trait: Commitment to the Bit (and, in fact, Acceleration of the Bit). Has a tendency to ghost people instead of addressing her Problems (working on it!!). Poor judgment of character. Will revert to destructive coping behaviors after everyone thought she had worked through it (sorry).

L I K E S

Colors: Wine red, grey-blues.

Smells: FOOD. The smell of fried foods has led her to places she shouldn't have gone. Florals, resins, smoke, in that order for perfumes.

Textures: GROOVES IN METAL. Silk robes.

Drinks: Tea, wine, fancy liquors, cheap liquors.

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Every night. She smokes out of a pipe that belonged to a former party member who has since died. It's a grounding ritual for her (preferably on a balcony).

Drinks: She used to drink pretty heavily when she lived in Limsa Lominsa, and she stopped drinking for a while (HW to Stormblood) but started up again during Shadowbringers.

Drugs: Yep! Both professional and recreational.

Mount Issuance: Not Allowed.

Been Arrested: Lost count of how many times she was arrested in Limsa Lominsa (mostly bar fights) but she's on a first name basis with most of the Yellowjackets at this point. (Mistress Thubyrgeim has Not Lost Count of how many times she's been arrested).

#yloise coneillants #memery

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hazeltailofficial · 2 months

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ST. PATRICK’S DAY FLASHBACK

Special Effects Bright As F*** Hair Dye Splat Blue Envy Semi-Permanent Hair Color

TUTORIAL BLOG POST

How To Dip-Dye Ombre Hair (Green and Yellow)

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keithbutgay · 2 months

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have you ever/ do you want to dye your hair?

oh my gosh i actually have an entire set-up because the only times i've dyed my hair have been me sitting with a bottle of dye, gloves if it's bearable that day and then i duct tape a plastic tablecloth in the bathtub with a hole cut out for the drain and get my acetone and baking soda ready to wash off all the dye stains

(once I did it with a tarp and a garden hose in the middle of the night which was miserable)

i actually need to get more dye... i really want to do green again, or maybe purple. i would love magenta but i can't get a good shade without bleach. most recently i did a black and red split dye :D

i only use semi-permanent dye though- i want to use permanent dye but i'm worried about messing it up...

#thanks so much for the ask! :)

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kquil · 9 months

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Hii its me again! I can't get enough of your writing ❤️

🧁:

I very proudly speak 4 languages (Danish, English, German and Spanish). I am ultra sarcastic, but i zone out all the time. I ride horses, and love rabbits.

Im 5,4, have semi long brown hair, that i dye semi permanent hair colors all the time. I love like 70 music, and have quite a big collection of records. My style is downtown. I play the drums and piano. And im a hopeless romantic

Ok thats its! Dont feel pressured to do this, since you've already done requests for me ❤️❤️

thank you for sending in this request, darling! and don’t feel bad that i’ve already done requests for you, i’m aiming to complete as much of these as possible so it isn’t a problem at all!

from your description, i ship you with, Sirius Black!

i. your sarcasm in class is what draws sirius to you. he doesn’t know if you mean it but some of your sarcastic remarks have him clutching at his stomach in pain from how much it sends him into boisterous, uncontrollable laughter. you notice him a lot too since he can’t stop laughing at the things you say and only intend to utter under your breath, but you swear he has the ears of an elephant; he can hear you no matter how quiet you are.

ii. it isn’t long before you and sirius become close friends and he’s walking around with his arm strewn across your shoulders and grinning ear to ear as he converses with you. sometimes, the two of you would get into little bickering fights that aren’t too important and are rather mundane but since he can speak french (which you don’t understand) and you can speak danish, german and spanish, you simply take your pick of whichever language to argue at him with since he wouldn’t understand you while he would argue in rapid french. it sounds like a serious fight but the two of you always ultimately end up giggling with each other.

iii. sirius loves when you try a new semi-permanent hair colour, he thinks each one looks good on you and begs for you to dye his hair a semi-permanent colour too. the only problem was that he had really dark hair so it wasn’t as effective in showing. this lead to you spending multiple nights using your potions knowledge to somehow create a semi-permanent hair dye that he can use on his dark hair. this eventually leads to one of the marauders' greatest pranks of all time. seeing so many of the nasty slytherin students walking around with semi-permanent neon green hair, all for their ‘slytherin pride’ was so much fun to see.

iv. obviously, sirius adores your clothing choice as well. It looks so good on you and matches his style well. whenever you could wear casual clothing around the castle, sirius would seek you out to see what you had worn for the day and so that he could show you what he was wearing for the day as well. many people thought you were cute together and asked if you were in a relationship when sirius had you sitting in between his legs, reading a book in the common room and nuzzling his face into your neck from behind. “yeah, we’re together,” sirius answers for both of you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. you may have missed something somewhere and turned to sirius for an explanation but his answering kiss was explanation enough.

vi. you being able to play piano is a classic but being able to play drums is impressive to sirius and he swears that he could listen to you all day drumming up beats while doing tricks with your drumsticks. you even teach him a thing or two on it, he’s not as good as you but he feels proud every time he completes a short beat and you praise him endlessly. he’s beaming brighter than the sun by the end of it all.

vii. sirius isn’t a hopeless romantic but by god do you make it easy for him to want to be one. being a ladies man, he knew how to get girls but was never committed. and since you were a hopeless romantic, you could see through his earlier disingenuous acts. you assured him that he didn’t have to push himself for you and he gave in….for a few days only. after that short time, he was determined to win you over with all the actions he used to deem as cheesy before you happened to him. now he quite enjoys picking flowers to make a small, handpicked bouquet for you or sending little origami notes to you with cute romantic sayings he thought of for you or spending his saved up money on matching jewellery for you two to wear together. he was especially enthusiastic about it when you littered kisses all over his face and held him close after every small romantic act.

viii. no honourable mention here, sorry my lovely, i quite like you with sirius black ;)

#☀︎ : 1k milestone #☀︎ : 1k #🧁 : cupcake 1k #sirus black #sirius black x reader

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yardsards · 2 years

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i told myself i was gonna put the dye in my hair and then rinse it out after watching the new toh episode

but then it took an extra half hour for the ep to be released. and then i needed to yell about it for an hour afterwards

so now instead of blue, my hair is basically fucking black

goth boy summer ig

#eliot posts #it was just semi permanent dye #(as pretty much all blue dyes are)#so unlike REAL hair dye it didn't danage my hair or anything #just came out the wrong colour #oh well at least it'll lighten up in a couole weeks to the intended colour #or i guess if i get real impatient i could bleach it out bc i've REALLY been needing to bleach the roots anyway #but i didn't wanna deal w bleach tonight but was tired of the weird green and brown deal i had going on #like offbrand s1 amity #so i was like okay we'll have light blue ends and dark blue roots :)#nope! all black!#toh has converted me to the goth lifestyle. what'll it do next? convince me to do gay witchcraft?

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hanasnx · 2 months

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indy im a natural brunette and i wanna dye

my hair so bad like blonde or sum not like platinum blonde tho or maybe even blue but idkkkkkkkk if i should I’m like hesitant cos i don’t wanna damage my hair and im too indycisive

bleach damages, semi permanent hair virtually does no damage. try out a blue or a green that’ll show up on your brunette. could even do a high lift or a bleach wash before if you wanted to go blonder or dye a lighter fun color

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon

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dropdeadbeautiesxox · 11 months

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Link to this hair dye: https://amzn.to/3PiKEH1

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satellite-runner · 1 year

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The significance of the color red (the venom siblings)

[Tw's: Canon typical violence, misgendering, child neglect? I physically couldn't bare looking at this thing any longer and it's already been like a month since I said I'd post it. I didn't even finish it but I figured I'd just post what I have. Sorry that if its formated badly and the grammar/punctuation is off, i only have my phone to write and post on. Ive also never posted fanfiction online before so theres that to]

Everyone knows the venom siblings both include red as part of their primary colors.

What most don’t know is why they do.

Party Poison had striking red hair and matching makeup on their neck. The hair was done first, long before the iconic red splatter over their jugular. Poison doesn’t like to think of themselves as an attention seeker, more like they drew attention. they couldn’t control it, eyes constantly on them whether they liked it or not; especially in their first few years in the zones, it caused a lot of trouble. They needed to fly under the radar. Fresh out of the city, barely fighting off Dracs coupled with the desert heat and starvation, they couldn’t afford to be the one flame moths were drawn to. For a long time, they thought they were cursed. It caused them unimaginable grief. Getting them in rumbles and duels before they even knew how to shoot proper but somehow surviving.

They knew when they were just Juvie Halls, Kobra had a psychology book on the effects different colors had on the mind. Poison wasn’t all that interested in reading but Kobra was. He loved books, once he got his hands on any book of any genre, he wouldn’t put it down until he finished. The psychology book being one of the first few non-city regulation books the young boy had, he spoke about it a lot. It was clear Kobra liked the color red the most, he talked about it constantly and mostly its effects. Red meant plenty of things: love, anger, passion, hatred, desire, strength, anxiety, help and danger. One thing that struck the siblings about the color was that it was always loud. It screamed in need of attention, it was yelling to everyone, “Look at me! Look at me!”

Once they landed a semi-permanent home with Dr. D, Cherri Cola, and Show Pony, Poison found themselves bored. They’d spend only Witch knows how long looking at their appearance, the urge to change becoming insatiable. They felt too city-like. It was clear they were green, with a city accent and no proper sense of zone fashion, plain brown hair and no tattoos or piercings. They were painfully plain. They couldn’t stand it, seeing themselves in any kind of reflective surface, it made them sick (they later learned that was also related to their gender dysphoria but lets smooth over that for now). So for the next supply run, they asked Pony to find them some bleach and red hair dye. They felt a bit dirty, stealing Kobra's favorite color right out from under him, but he reassured them that it was okay. Despite turning to Pony about their problem with their appearance, they couldn't stand having the person to also help with the dyeing process. So they got Kobra to do it, under Pony’s careful instructions. After all that, their hair was shaggy and their scalp burnt– but their hair was firetruck red. They couldn't find Kobra any gloves to wear so his hands were just as red, the color staining both of their souls permanently. Poison spent so long staring at themselves in their shitty, broken mirror, transfixed by the fact that the color felt so much like them. Eventually, Kobra had to drag them out of the bathroom, making Poison realize that the matching stain on Kobra’s skin made red feel like the both of them.

The vibrant color felt fitting, their outward appearance finally matched with their skill to draw attention. Now it was them that visibly screamed, “Look at me! Look at me! I'm rebelling!” Of course, the dyed hair took away any chance they had to live life peacefully as a neutral. the vibrancy went so far against Bli’s black and white that it was a death sentence. They weren’t bothered about it though, they wouldn’t have been able to live with themselves if they complied with Bli’s rules out in the desert instead of inside their walls, they needed to rebel.

Dyed hair was symbolic no matter where you lived, even just highlights would get you re-educated inside the city. In neutral towns, you could get away with a blonde streak or two but color was still a large no-no. But with killjoys? Neon was the norm. Dyed hair, bright clothes, painted vehicles, painted guns, graffiti. You couldn't step into killjoy territory without seeing so many colors your head would hurt. Once again color screams, and it screamed, “Look at me! Look at me! I'm not alone! We are rebelling! We made these dyes and paint! We are rebelling!”

The red stain of Poison’s hair dye on Kobra's hands was not the first piece of red symbolism he took on. He’d taken a shine to the color early on, finding its brightness captivating.

He knew Poison was always the center of attention; always catching eyes and turning heads, always being sought out for advice and reassurance. People looked up to Poison, but overlooked Kobra. He was mostly okay with this, seeing just how crushing the weight of the attention Poison received could be. But sometimes, he just wished to be the one they looked at. He was skilled and smart too! Just because he was younger didn’t mean he was useless!

When they got into the zones, Kobra was just a boy. He was barely ten and still unsure of his own pronouns, letting people call him a girl, never speaking up about the horrible churning pain it stirred in his chest. He could ignore it if he distracted himself enough, if he used everyone's lack of attention on him to his advantage.

They hopped from crew to crew often, no one was willing to take in two kids so young and unwieldy. Poison was loud, clumsy and angry. Kobra was virtually mute, standoffish and suffocating to be around. It left all the attention to Poison, like always. By the third or fourth crew they passed through, Kobra had the perfect system for swiping things from them. Poison would inevitably do something that needed everyone’s undivided attention and no one would notice the little girl slipping his tiny hands in their pockets or bags, rifling through and stealing anything with a significant amount of red on it. Poison knew Kobra did this but could never find a reason to force him to stop. He didn’t take anything important and most of the time, the crew wouldn’t even notice anything was missing until after the siblings were already gone. they never suspected the innocent little girl and Poison was just too boisterous to steal anything without immediately giving themselves up.

A few years later, the siblings stumbled upon the radio shack. After a few weeks of observation, it was impossible for Dr. D to not notice the boy's obsession with the color. There were a lot of things that were impossible to miss about the boy, actually. He was almost always non-verbal for one and he was scary smart for a kid his age. He was standoffish and shy, not telling anyone much about himself other than the fact he was not a girl (which was more so said through Poison but Dr. D liked to count it anyway) but he was also polite, thoughtful and scared. The poor boy was terrified. It took Doc a few weeks and a lot of gentle prodding to learn he was so scared because they’ve never stayed in one place for so long.

It wasn’t surprising, it wasn't shocking, instead it was sad. The kid was well into his teens at fourteen years of age and never settled into one spot for more than two months, hell, the boy knew every zone like the back of his hand simply because he had lived in every inch of sand the desert had to offer. Neither of the siblings ever had a home or a crew to call their own. It was then and there Doc decided he’d do anything he could for the siblings, care for them until they found their own crew, spend every last carbon he had on them for them to realize that they were worth it, until they understood he wanted to keep them around.

It was a no-brainer to look for red clothing the next supply run he went on.

He was beyond delighted when he found two (mostly) red jackets that seemed right up Kobra's alley. He picked up a few zonemade sketchbooks and pens at Tommy Chow Meins for Poison, so it didn't look like he favored Kobra over them.

When he got back to the radio shack, Kobra and Poison were on the floor. Poison was laying on their back talking animatedly to Kobra as he sat about a foot away, listening. Kobra was very good at listening, especially when it was Poison talking.

"You two! C'mere!" He gestured towards the siblings, waving them over to where he stood in the middle of the room. The pair got up excitedly (well, Kobra looked more confused than excited) after seeing Doc holding something behind his back, out of their view.

He'd found two red gift bags to package the presents in, figuring the color suited the both of them just fine. He found both of them rocked on the balls of their feet when waiting.

"I got you two some gifts!" he grinned, pulling the bags from behind his back, presenting them to the siblings.

The young 'joys looked at him apprehensively, with Kobra even taking a half step back. It took a few words of reassurance for them to take the bags let alone open them at all.

Poison reacted first, gasping when they pulled out the twine tied pack of pens and a few handmade sketchbooks. They practically squealed, tackling Doc into a hug that he happily returned. He was so distracted by the older venom sibling that he didn't notice Kobra putting on the lighter weighted jacket of the two.

The jacket was too big, engulfing the boy’s body. It was a windbreaker. Zipping up to the chin, the sleeves and lower half a faded red with an upper panel of mustard yellow that started at the chest and went up to the chin. Truly Dr D didn't know the boy's sensory issues with clothing, so he'd gone over the common things like no tags or feelable threads or seams. Past that, he had no clue if Kobra liked the fabric, the zipper or the noise it made when moving. He'd just hoped he could find someone who liked the jackets if Kobra didn't.

Kobra twisted and turned in the jacket, getting a sense of what it was like. The zip going all the way up to his jaw was weird, though not a feeling he couldn't get used to. It was baggy, an adult jacket was indeed unfit for a malnourished teen. But he adored the colors, the yellow matched with his bleached hair perfectly, the red just a few shades lighter than Poison’s ‘in your face’ red. The sleeves and waist were cuffed with fabric that was softened with time, making him feel secure in the article of clothing.

He felt like lightning had been shot through him, coming out in the flapping of his hands and the chewing of his bottom lip. The jacket concealed his horribly feminine figure, the colors were eye-catching but not overwhelming. Instead, he got the immense feeling to never take the jacket off, it felt like the missing piece of the puzzle he was looking for. It was staggering.

Doc looked back to the younger sibling, finding him to be stimming up a storm. The jacket suited him surprisingly well, the faded hues blending well with his hair and skin tone. Doc could easily see the boy growing into the jacket and have it become an easy part of his iconic killjoy outfit.

It took a lot of convincing for Kobra to try on the other jacket. This jacket was all red and much heavier, thicker, stuffier and once again far too large.

Doc hummed in thought, looking over the 'joy.

"It's a motorbike jacket, we gotta get you a bike to go with it," he said casually. In passing just to wipe the confusion of both the siblings' faces. They all still understood it as a promise, they would get him a bike to go with it.

Dr D watched with pride as Kobra took to the first jacket immediately, wearing it every day he could. A year or two later, after they'd found him a sketchy city surgeon to give him top surgery and supply him with HRT, Kobra reinstated his love for the jacket as he filled it out with some muscle. The jacket no longer swamped him and hid his figure, the tighter fit brought him a constant sense of confidence and security.

Kobra's name grew from being unheard of to being whispered in alleyways, his reputation in duels and rumbles turned heads. People started to recognise him by his iconic jacket, bleached hair and sunglasses. People started to know who he was, when walking past a deck o’ cards, it wasn’t only his sibling who was spoken about in admired, hushed words.

When Kobra and Poison were grown, with two close friends, Doc was sure they'd run off with to start a crew of their own. They celebrated their final zone birthday before Doc had to watch his first two permanent strays leave him behind (it was dramatic,

he'd still have Pony living him with and 'joys from all over the zones popping in and out)

Zone birthdays were important for city borns. Zone birthdays were for the fortunate bats that made it for more than a year in the desert, an anniversary of the day they escaped Bli’s black and white life and making it to the zone's neon. Dr D knew he'd have to make this one a big one, give them the biggest presents he could before they were suddenly gone, not filling the Radio Shack with excited laughter, ramblings, fights and endless creativity. He'd miss those venom kids.

Doc left for a week to secure Kobra’s present, leaving Poison’s present to Pony (he put his trust into them, knowing they always had luck on their side)

He left Cherri in charge, being the second oldest (which really wasn't that far ahead of the siblings) and slightly more responsible than Pony. Cherri was much more laid back than the Doc, less strict on the rules, basically letting the 'joys do whatever they liked as long as they didn't die or leave any evidence behind to a crime.

That's how the venom siblings ended up drunk on Zonemead, rambling to the poor guy about anything and everything. As it often did, their conversation gradually drifted to the color red and its significance. That piqued Cherri’s interest, because it lit up Kobra’s face (his eyes widened slightly, the biggest facial expression he'd make these days) and his hands curled in the thick fabric of his pants.

The topic stuck, going over psychology, theory and speculation. They came to one conclusion, red was important. It was a stable of not only the desert, killjoys and revaluation, but life in general. Cherri could vividly describe to you the suffocating feeling of being around something larger than you. The feeling that always choked him up after having a long conversation with the venom siblings.

While Cherri was primarily there to keep everyone alive and well, his job was to also distract them. The presents they were getting weren't exactly easy to conceal as time goes on.

Doc always got discounts, no matter where he went. He was the only zone-wide radio host, keeping everyone company on their best and worst days. He was every 'joy’s friend, everyone knew his name and radio station number by heart. For many lone wolves, he was the only friend they had. He wasn't shocked when he got to the shop where he ordered Kobra’s custom bike and they immediately docked the price so heavily it cost the same as a box of power pup. It helped that everyone knew who Kobra Kid was. He pretended not to notice the 'joy getting starry eyed at the mention of the boy, for their sake.

Pony was admittedly running late on Poison’s present. They hadn't actually thought about anything to get the red head, just trusting that they'd stumble across something perfect like they always did. It was a day and half after Doc left and they still haven't done much more than hop couches and wander the zones like they always did. The crew they were running with for the day was familiar, a young crew who had been hanging around the radio station every now and again.

"Pony!" One of them yelled out, a pink haired boy who went by Sandman.

"Yes, darlin'?" They hummed, skating over to where the 'joy had been rummaging through a few dilapidated buildings. Pony hadn't bothered joining, their skates not faring too well through the rubble, they didn't fancy eating concrete that particular day.

"I think there's something shiny you might like there," he grinned back, sweeping his arm to a rusted garage. Maybe the buildings once belonged to a neutral village, there wasn't enough color for it to point towards it being a killjoy village and the architecture looked plain.

Pony rolled over to the entrance, leaning over to peak under the roller door that Sandman forcefully pried open moments prior.

What they saw, they'd have never expected to see out in the dregs of zone 5. A car, dusty and half covered with a sheet that Sandman had clearly just moved. It was a nice car, sleek and looked like it was once well looked after. Pony wasn't a motorhead, they couldn't have told you what kind it was but it really was shiny.

"Wow, a Trans am! Haven't seen one of those in real life before!" Another 'joy in the crew whistled, his coily hair bouncing around his head. He ducked under the garage door, marvelling at the vehicle.

The familiar thing in Ponys chest clicked, they knew they'd found the right present. They sent a quick 'thank you' to the deities before ducking under the door themselves.

Just like that, a few days of work on the car and Doc's tedious journey back with a new bike, they secured both the venom siblings a shiny new vehicle for their fresh start.

Birthday parties always worked the same in the radio shack. It'd be done in the lounge, where there was the most space. They'd wrapped and wheeled Kobras present into the room, and had just wrapped the keys to Poison's car tightly up in a box. The siblings always had a race to open their presents first, the wrapping getting more intricate and difficult over the years.

The siblings got blindly placed in front of their presents, Jet's hands covering Kobras eyes and Ghoul's covering Poisons.

Both the presents were wrapped wildly, layers of tape, paper, wire, anything they could get their hands on to make the packaging impossible to tear open quickly. The venom siblings always knew how to get through it anyway, finding which string to pull and what wire to rip.

They were both rocking on the balls of their feet as everyone counted down, excitement thrumming through their veins.

As soon as Doc yelled 'go!' They were scrambling. Poison threw themselves onto their knees, pulling the little box onto their lap and throwing off the first layer of newspaper. Kobra had immediately wrapped his hands into the first layer, snagging some string underneath. They were both much too busy trying to win the race to think about what their gifts may be, neither even so much as glancing at the other's present.

The room was full of screaming and cheering, incoherent yells of names and directions. Kobra felt his heart rise into his throat as his fingers met a white sheet. They always used fabric as the final layer between the wrapping and the present, to try ensure no damage was done to the actual gift in the onslaught. He heard poison scream next to him, so he assumed they'd hit the fabric as well. He desperately clawed the fabric away, only to be left utterly speechless despite the overwhelming noise around him.

It was a motorbike. Not a city one either, a real honest to Witch zone made motorbike. It was painted a shiny blood red.

Poison furrowed their brow as they tore open the box, throwing the fabric covering the small item inside. They were faced with a pair of keys. They looked handmade and a bit junky, like most keys were in the zones. It took them a long moment to realize it was a set of car keys. The ribbon holding them together was a faded red.

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