#robinaltieri

[frankiedane]

✨ Top five dalpony tropes/subgenres ✨

dallas and pony parting for 𝑥 amount of time, and then meeting again at 𝑦 point in time and them grappling with the changes they've wrought in each other.

instead of ponyboy going to johnny, he meets dallas instead after darry hits him. this is a very tiny subgenre and one i really like.

ponyboy and dallas run away together or are isolated with each other for a long period of time with each other.

dallas and ponyboy both being into crime etc together

✨ MONSTROUS DALPONY ✨

[rosemirmir]

Hello there🌈✨ Do you have a top 5 of favorite pokemon?

Hello! <3 And my top 5 pokemon would be:

Squirtle Line/Altaria (I can't pick one over the other)

Liligant

Lampent

Flareon

Medicham

[cdecrisesblog]

So @robinaltieri made me realize something yesterday: Maria is always with stars.

It's in her box of stuff.

In her skates.

Even in the drawing that she made.

Stars are a part of her personality. It's something she likes, maybe even love. Now imagine Shadow, who knows that his late sister loved stars like anyone else, having a daughter who also loves stars. A daughter who draws them in her airshoes, notebooks and even her clothes. A daughter whose smile shines brighter than the sun. A daughter called Star Maria Hedgehog.

[bruceewayne]

Tagged by @robinaltieri

last song: disease - lady gaga

last book: i don't remember

last movie: twisters

last TV show: law and order

sweet/savoury/spicy: i like spicy and sweet together

last thing i looked up on the internet: champurrado

current obsession: Clark Kent

looking forward to: being moved into the new house

[princessaltieri]

MY ACCOUNT IS BACK FELLAS. SEE YOU IN @robinaltieri🌈✨🌈✨

[frankiedane]

✨ 4, 5, 17 ✨

4. teacher/single parent au

Ponyboy's face blooms red and Dallas wants to sink into the floor. "I - sorry, he shouldn't have said that."

Chris huffs. "Why? It's the — Pops!" He complains as Dallas forces them both to stand up before this gets more embarrassing.

"Thanks, Mr. Curtis. I'll get his assignments done, and we'll be - be back next week," Dallas hastily grabs all of the materials from the teacher, almost frog marching Chris out of the classroom and down the hallway.

Ponyboy still remains in the classroom, overwhelmed at Chris' words. I think you and my Pops would be good together. He already likes you.

Kids.

5. one night stand and falling pregnant au

"No offense, but I'm 35 and you're, what, twenty?" Ponyboy says holding up a hand, feeling so stupid, "I didn't really want anything from you 'cept a knot. I didn't — I wasn't looking to have a kid."

Across from him, Dallas looks at him with a look too intense, too clearly wanting for Ponyboy. There's something in it he's very sure that is hungry for him, hungry for this situation, and he does his best to shut it down with, "I ain't gonna say no to havin' one. But if you don't wanna be involved, it's up to you. I wasn't gonna press for nothing, just wanted you to know."

"Why wouldn't I wanna be involved?" The phrase is snapped out, impatient and passionate and Ponyboy doesn't know how to even feel about that, how much he wants it and how young he is. "It's our kid!"

17. meeting at a party whilst drunk au

Dallas ain't a drinker by nature. The only reason he's drinking now is cause he can't get the thought of the Curtises, dead, out of his brain. He's just allowing the drinks to get pushed to him, allowing himself to swallow down whatever's on the table.

He's not sure how he ends up in a room, later with a guy with auburn hair and tattoos who's kissing him so good that he can hardly even think about anything else. He's not sure how the guy ends up getting his jeans off and giving him head — a thing he doesn't even like most of the time, but he does know that when he grunts out, I knot everytime the guy's eyes go big in his face, hungry.

He also knows that when the guy goes, Can I ride you, baby? he says Yeah.

Something about the guy is just — maybe it's the omega scent all over him, maybe it's the wild auburn hair and the sharp teeth, maybe it's that he calls him baby and honey while he rides him, maybe it's cause he feels good with Dallas cock inside of him, maybe it's cause he's soft when Dallas gets his arms around him.

Whatever the case, Dallas feels okay being drunk with the guy. He feels good to roll him over, pin him by the hair to the bed and fuck him until they're both satisfied.

When he wakes up in the morning, his stomach upset, it feels awful to pull his still engorged knot out of the guy. Better he does it though, throwing up in the toilet in a way he never has before, shame and confusion washing through him.

Drinking was so fucking stupid. He'd get killed like this.

He doesn't expect a hand to run through his hair in the morning light or for the guy's gentle voice to say, "You're safe with me. Don't worry."

Dallas looks at him, in the morning light and with a jolt realizes he'd just fucked the missing eldest son of the Curtises, the one who technically was Jennifer's but not Darrel's.

Ponyboy. Shit, he was probably back in town for the funeral. Shit. Shit.

[rosemirmir]

For fandom ask: ✨ 5, 6, 11 ✨

I may have answered these questions but there is always more to say with them! :D

something you see in fics a lot and love

I love seeing people put their very specific knowledge about something in a fic, it's very fun. :D

something you see in art a lot and love

When people draw Ankh as an angry little gremlin, I love that genre of Kamen Rider OOO fanart!

if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

I'm really proud of this art I did of Hotaro a little while back!

(Ask Game)

[luring-lurkers-and-radio-hosts]

@robinaltieri

OMG!!!

[frankiedane]

✨ 7, 10, 12, 15, 21 ✨

7. the lonely

Sometimes, he thinks about when he'd told Ponyboy Feel my heartbeat, clutching his hand, thinking he was going to die. Sometimes he wonders if Ponyboy was thinking about that too, after Tim had shot him, when all that white liquid had spilled out of his chest and onto the floor, in his last moments. And Dallas hopes he wasn't.

10. dogtooth

"Don't you dare—" Ponyboy is cut off by Dallas pulling him into a kiss, beneath the streetlight, cutting off the strangled sound of pain in his throat. He has the urge to bite him, tell him to fuck off for tricking him, and at the same time he kisses back, lets Dallas take his hat off, his fingers pulling Ponyboy flush against him.

God, how were they gonna work together like this?

12. gorgeousverse

His hand runs over the back of the dress that Ponyboy has picked out for the cotillion, over the pretty laces, the white fabric, and Ponyboy seems to hold his breath when their eyes meet in the mirror. His fingers play with the laces, waiting for something, waiting for a signal.

"Just... just do it," Ponyboy breathes out, and Dallas tugs.

15. convictverse

"Doesn't mean anything — Hell it does mean something that you still don't seem to be doing honest work!" Dallas can hear Darry bark out at Ponyboy when he steps inside of the house; of course they're fighting again.

"I'm not asking for custody! I'm just asking to see him once every weekend, help with his homework. You think going to work for your old Soc buddies is really gonna work out for you when they didn't even stick up for you in high school, Darry?"

Dallas shuts the door behind him with a snap, and both of them look at him with surprise.

21. trap au

"Say my name," Dallas smiles down at Randy, at his bloodied, terrified form, "You remember it, right? I told you when I came to clean your office." He allows Randy to feel the tip of his sharp knife inside of his cheek, the threat to cut it open. "Or did you, what, just ignore me cause I was beneath you? Cause I was the help?"

[frankiedane]

Dallas and pony for wolfskin or gorgeousverse?💖✨

wolfskin

"I keep having weird dreams," Ponyboy says, his voice quiet in the car. He picks at his jeans, not feeling brave enough to look Dallas in the face. "About — about you, I guess. But it doesn't feel right."

"That so?" Dallas keeps his own eyes on the stoplight, and Ponyboy doesn't know if it's a good sign or not that he's not looking at him. "What kinda dreams?"

Dreams of Dallas transforming from wolf to man. Dreams of Dallas grinning at him with a bloodied mouth. Dreams of Dallas kissing him in a way that no one ever has.

Ponyboy clears his throat. "I don't always remember them. Just know you're in 'em."

gorgeousverse

Dallas looks angry again — really angry, with the bruise on his cheek and the cigarette in his mouth, "What are you doing here? You ain't supposed to be on this side of town."

"I heard you got jumped," Ponyboy pushes his hair away from his face, aware of what he looks ilke, of who he is in this moment. He's the Soc Dallas saved, the Soc that's acting like a tag along kid and no one likes someone like that. But he also finally took the bus across town by himself, he walked over here alone, and he isn't turning away because Dallas is angry and thinks he should be at home.

Not when Dallas has a swollen jaw, a bruise on his cheek and what looks like a cracked rib. Not when Dallas had saved him when he didn't have to.

All he wants to do right now is to save him back.

[frankiedane]

Hi evil wife love of my life💖✨

HIII BEST WIFE EVER AND LOVE MY LIFEEE

[frankiedane]

✨ 5, 9, 23, 37 ✨

5. lonelyverse“I’m going to take care of you, okay?” Ponyboy reassures Dallas, running his fingers through his hair. "You're just having a rut, I can help you."

Dallas groans, hating how his senses are utterly filled up with Ponyboy's scent, how soft his skin is against his own, how beautiful he looks beneath the lights. He shouldn't want him, shouldn't want this, yet every repressed feeling he's had is washing over him, telling him that Ponyboy is there, Ponyboy wants to kiss him, wants to take his knot, wants to satisfy his rut in ways that Johnny never has.

He wants to say no, should say no, and yet he doesn't push Ponyboy away.

9. trampsverse

“Don’t ask me that.” Antonio says, keeping his eyes focused on Cherry. He takes in the way she looks opposite him, the anger on her face, the disbelief. "I'm a lawyer; you and I both know that if we went toe to toe, you'd lose."

Cherry pulls herself away from the door, her eyes piercing. "No, you would. I know how your kind behave."

She sounds a lot like her father, Antonio thinks as he finishes washing his hands at the sink. The mirrors are as grimy as ever, and he keeps his mouth shut, not giving her another inch as she keeps on. "You'll grease hands anywhere you can, and you can't stand on your own if your money can't do it for you. I'm not going to just let you get away with —"

"Sweetheart, this isn't a comic book," he dismisses her, adjusting his tie, "Nor is this a movie. You can throw any accusation at me that you want; what matters at the end of the day is that you're not as smart as you thought and New York isn't Oklahoma."

23. peepshowverse

“Just pretend to be my date.”

That's what Dallas had said in New York, at the diner. That's what it was supposed to be, a simple con. Ponyboy doesn't feel it's simple as he looks around the lavish hotel suite they've gotten in Vegas. It's too fucking big, filled with too many things that could pay for his life for a year or more, too goddamn beautiful what Dallas gets him for it to be so simple.

He lies down on the bed, curling up in the fur coat, trying to just think about what they were doing, how crazy it is and he hopes to god he doesn't make a mistake here.

37. greekverse “Do you think they could have loved me?” Ponyboy asks, looking from the television set with the Browns game, and to Menelaus who was busy putting the tiropita in the oven.

It's been weeks since that visit to the deli. Most of them have moved on, haven't addressed the fact that it was Darry Curtis there, who'd recognized Ponyboy. Not beyond that one conversation with Pappo.

It feels like a good time to talk to Menelaus now, with Pappo out of the house, with the game on again and Menelaus closes the oven with a snap that told Ponyboy his mood right now: not annoyed at Ponyboy so much as he clearly was annoyed at the mention of Darry.

It occurs to him, then, that they might've met. Menelaus was about three years older than him, and it could've occurred.

He waits for Menelaus to exit the kitchen, his eldest brother looking at the television set and back to Ponyboy. "I don't know," he admits, still surely thinking about Ponyboy's description, "He was an asshole at the deli. Maybe if everything was different, sure. But someone like that, reacting to just you existing?"

He can see Menelaus trying to choose the right words like he'd done when they were younger and Ponyboy asked a difficult question about something like the arm or how Pappo was doing or their family history. How he always tried to say it in a way that wouldn't hurt and Ponyboy interrupts with, "It wouldn't be the same as you. I know it wouldn't."

[frankiedane]

✨ share a song that makes you think of lonelyverse ✨

i will do you one better. have my playlists! i haven't worked on them in a minute but!

dallas:

ponyboy:

[frankiedane]

Treat for dalpony🐣✨

you get lonely'verse

The present is beside Dallas' cup of coffee when he stumbles into the cafeteria, groaning. Even though they'd moved into a better wing of the facility, his body still remembers what it's like to be so damned dall and unable to really manuever in a bed. The lack of Ponyboy beside him was even worse, and for a second, Dallas isn't sure what he's squintong down at.

Sure enough though, it's been wrapped up and painted in those red, yellow, and orange spirals Ponyboy is obsessed with — sunlit pinwheels, just for Dallas. There's no sign of him at the moent, which meant he was on duty checking the latest flora.

Carefully, Dallas undoes the twine, runs his fingers beneath the brown paper, as neat as he'd been as a child when stealing things surreptitiously. It all unfolds properly, the sound a nice distraction from the sound of rain still beating against the walls.

What unfolds before him is a kit in front of him: brand new paint brushes, tubes of paint in varying colors, and a book about the history of art — an old one, at that, dated to be 1999 when Dallas turns it over.

It's in that moment that Dalals realizes that he couldn't have gotten this from just anywhere. He'd either ordered it behind Dalals' aback, risking further punishment, or he'd stolen it beneath Dallas' fucking nose at the Sun Dome they'd been to.

Either possibility ran straight against Bob's words, against everything he thought about that android.

He runs his fingers over the tubes, the new paint, and he knows that he's got to get up and end the loneliness between them now, himself.

[luring-lurkers-and-radio-hosts]

@robinaltieri

Hey does anyone want to see the best birthday card I ever found?

It’s several years old now and I liked it so much I bought myself a blank one in addition to the one I gave my friend for that year’s birthday. It’s so perfectly weird.

[frankiedane]

✨ 23, 28, 30 ✨

23. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

probably the entire lead up to dallas dropping the secret marriage plot in fire in the sky. no one really had seen it coming (including you, the person who inspired it) and it was immensely satisfying to drop.

28. If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

all of my friends, my laptop, the places i've eaten, se hinton, matt dillon, timothy olyphant, and vortex keyboards

30. What would you like to write next year?

nyc fics. wilder aus. maybe, a fic inspired by bram stoker's dracula.