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[christotokos]

✨ 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 ✨

[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

[demon-witch05]

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[princessaltieri]

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[christotokos]

✨ 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."

[christotokos]

✨ 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:

[christotokos]

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.

[christotokos]

✨ 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.

[christotokos]

✨ 38, 43, 51, 53 ✨

38. red, white, and bruised — alt soc au

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” Ponyboy knows that's a bad thing to say, to a greaser that was already pretty damn scary like Dallas Winston. He's also aware that there's no one around here to see them as he takes a drag from his cigarette. "So why'd you tell your friend. back there to back off?"

"I ain't say it cause I was trying to make good with a Soc," is the harsh response from Dallas, "I said it cause there's no way you're the one who did what he was accusing you of. Not much more complex than that."

Ponyboy looks at him from the corner of his eye as he leans against hte counter, his dark eyes still focused on Ponyboy, as if he knows that Ponyboy is a dangerous thing anyway, even if it isn't physical.

Maybe he is, given he knows exactly why Curly Shepard is in the hospital.

43. greekverse

“I am not losing you again!” Atreus' voice climbs the walls in intensity, in volume, in anger. "You're my son, you're my Daisy."

Ponyboy can feel his hands grasp his cheeks too tightly, can feel the tears burning at his eyes. His breath hitches, and he swallows, unsure of how to answer his father, unsure of how to reconcile with all the horrible things in their lives.

And he doesn't fight Atreus, doesn't fight his father pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

51. red, white, and bruised — alt soc au

“I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.” Dallas says, turning his head to take in the weird little Soc that has popped up in his life, always coming around like a tagalong burr. "You got something to say, you can say it."

Ponyboy looks hesitant, scared. He wonders if it has to do with that black eye he's pretending isn't there or the wildness to his scent that seems stressed out, or the way he can tell he's not been around the other Socs. He's done something to be ostracized enough that they won't talk to him normally yet not something as heinous for them not to acknowledge he's above them on the pecking order.

To Dallas, it's suspicious.

Ponyboy doesn't do more than shrug.

53. peepshowverse

“I’m flirting with you," his fry is pushed through the ketchup, his voice careful, "Whenever I do something like that, if my pheromones are a little more intense, it makes all of that more intense. Which, I guess, is what you two both want?"

Dallas nods, leaning back in his seat. Ponyboy continues to stir his fry, as if it will tell him something. Dallas can't blame him for being overwhelmed by all of this; fifteen minutes ago he'd been working at a peepshow as normal and now he has two mobsters asking him to get in on a heist for an obscene amount of money.

Money they'd be stealing from a casino owned by a guy who'd ruined his life in Oklahoma years ago. A guy who Ponyboy clearly was repulsed by. "We do. We want to have you on my arm, and flirting with him. He has a thing about taking other men's broads, omega or alpha, man, woman or whatever the hell. It's a power play, and we needed someone who not only could do it, but who knows him well enough. You think you're up for it, kid?"

Ponyboy bites into his fry, and then another one in the diner. "Depends. Do you want me to give you the entire boyfriend sort of experience while we're out there too or is that not on the table?"

A half laugh leaves Antonio's mouth at the audacity this little omega has, even if it is a good question.

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@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.

[christotokos]

✨ 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.

[christotokos]

✨ 31, 37, 46 ✨

31. prostitute/client au — peepshowverse

"Do you have any kind of plan if my heat hits, or your rut?" Ponyboy is the one who asks it, his face plainly expectant, as if Dallas' answer won't shock him at all.

He's never been in the business of paying anyone for a fuck, and Dallas tries to figure out what to say for a moment. He'd just been focused on getting someone who could compete with Cherry, make her jealous. The smaller parts of it, he hadn't fully thought of, nor had he considered the length of time. "I ain't had a heat since we divorced," is what he settles on. "It ain't gonna come back."

"It could," Ponyboy counters, taking a bite of the chocolate pie he'd gotten for dessert, "It's not uncommon for me to spend time with someone and then it happens. If you want me that long — it could happen." There's an odd gentleness to his voice as he goes on, "You're buyin' all my time. I wouldn't mind it, it's what I'm usually doing."

Discomfort ripples through Dallas and he pushes on, "It ain't gonna happen. If it does, we'll cross that bridge."

37. meeting in prison au

The omega shortage in Tulsa is bad — he's always known this. To have it so bad that a muzzled alpha has been assigned his roommate is another thing entirely.

Ponyboy keeps his guard up, tries to avoid thinking about the night as much as he can. The last thing he wants to do is meet him, to have to share space with him but once the night comes, once they're all made to go to their cells, there's no avoiding it.

Sure as shit, the alpha is there, sitting in the bottom bunk already, his eyes dark and menacing when Ponyboy is pressed to enter. Every sense he has is inflamed, entirely aware of the other man, and he does what he's always done and shut the fuck up and get to his bed.

All the while he's being tracked and he hates it.

46. nanny/single parent au

"He doesn't look like a nanny," Ace remarks when Ponyboy leaves the room go to put Chris down for a nap.

Dallas knows that was coming, rubbing at his face in exhaustion. "I know. He's real — I don't know. Little more like a cowboy sometimes. But he's done a lot and it's only been a week." He can feel himself wanting to drift off already, giving Ace a lopsided smile. "I'm still tired, but shit it ain't as bad as it used to be."

Ace gives him a cutting look. "Don't fuckin' sleep with him."

[christotokos]

💫 🤍 🕯️☯️ 🧿

💫 what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

play-by-play comments and/or long comments/reviews. i like hearing how readers felt at certain times, but i also love a carefully composed, long comment/review. even if it has some "i don't like x" i like hearing an explanation as long as it's not just being negative. i like these bc it gives me insights on how readers things, on how my writing is and i like observations.

i know not everyone's into them but these kinds of comments are things i'd like to print out and put on my fridge.

🤍 what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

hard to say. i think my readership now understands me a lot more than when i started out but there is certainly a subset of readers who are very upset that i don't have soda/steve as anything close to endgame 99% of the time whether they get angry that soda/ivy is happening — going so far as to comment to me telling me that ivy's barely there presence in chpt. 40 was making the fic "unreadable" — to being annoyed that i usually have soda/sandy happen. and i don't understand why they express this to me in ways that are increasingly rude or don't seem to understand that i view sandy like almost anyone else and that's not ever going to change.

🕯️ was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

trap au. i'm still working on the next part, but i had no clue that writing dallas as an active serial killer would be so... interesting in how he views things? making things omegaverse certainly brings about a change in things, but making it omegaverse in this way brought to the forefront ideas around prey drive and hunting, and how dallas' viewpoint while fucked up... makes more sense if you think of him as a feral alpha who's been repressing more of those feral instincts and once they're allowed to really metasize, he winds up violent in a different way and in a way that if he expressed it almost makes sense if you view him as a wild animal.

he's a wild animal who's been forced not to, essentially, hunt the way he's supposed to. and now that he is doing it, ofc he's healthier. but it's also insanely, you know, harmful.

☯️ how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

honestly, and i'm guilty of this at times myself, being on tumblr is not a good fandom experience for fandom in general but in particular, this fandom bc not only is it small but many corners of this fandom encourage surveilling others or at least having to know what's going on or else you'll suddenly be hit with waves of harassment out of nowhere. either you don't engage on looking at others and then i suddenly have anons calling me the n-word and trying to call me a pedo bc i wrote something they didn't like and someone with obvious mental problems will make escalatingly alarming posts about me though we've never interacted or interacted years ago once or twice or i keep an eye out but find myself reading hurtful comments about me, people i know, and blocking a lot but it still makes for misery at the end of the day.

i don't like it. it brings out the worst behavior for everyone involved, and i wish we could go back to forums. (and i mean. i do have one.)

i do however, think ask games like this, posting in a small group on discord or tumblrs like this, kudos and comments should be curated more and be healthier. i think comments really encourage conversation, being able to talk to friends in small groups help. i don't enjoy fandom being this fractured but frankly, until there's some sort of control exerted so less people under eighteen and less people who've solely been socialized on line occurs, it's all we got.

🧿 what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?

take a break, block people, whine in private (having a public sideblog or posts with a dedicated tag where you whine in public is not a good idea. that's not private.), keep my cool in public as best i can and move on. things also have a weird shelf life online; it's shocking to me that my main soc au fic, while i've stopped receiving comments (you guys can comment completed fics!!!!!!) it receives consistent kudos to the point it's close to my #2 fic. so you really never know.

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The colores and blending, omg.

@robinaltieri

💛🐚 Siren of the Times 🐚💛

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Commission information at the link too! Halloween pin ups are 50% off through the end of October!

[christotokos]

✨ Fate as faith, On the sea and Undressing ✨

fate as faith — snake cult au

Dallas watches as Ponyboy goes through the aisles of the church basement, his cigarette tasting damn good as he takes a drag. "So, what, you think you and Menelaus were always gonna meet?"

He skeptical. Most things about the situation make him skeptical in the first place, and to hear Pony tell it didn't necessarily sound right, the idea that he was always fated to meet him. It sounds like something a backwater preacher would say, as Dallas watches Ponyboy peer into a box.

Whatever is in there isn't satisfying, and Ponyboy hums. "Yeah. We're twins, why wouldn't be fated to meet each other?" That irritates Dalals too; they aren't twins, they just resemble each other. Ponyboy doesn't notice the look on his face, continuing with, "What would be the point of me if I couldn't meet him?"

"What about Darry or Soda?"

Ponyboy looks up, eyes connecting with his. "It's not the same."

on the sea — selkie au

"I have to take them out to the ocean," Ponyboy says, his voice hitting those odd melodic notes that Dallas has gotten used to now. He cradles the small bundle, the baby's soft cries quieter than ever. "It's the best way we can bond, and it's what makes them truly selkies."

"What happens if they don't get out there?" Dallas asks, wiping his forehead and leaning against the library wall.

"Then they're human, and can't ever know me or the ocean itself," he says, his voice hollow, sad. "The way they've all been."

undressing — peepshowverse

Ponyboy laughs — well, giggles, really, as Dallas leads him off of the elevator and back to the suite. Everything's gone to plan so far, from Cherry's obvious surprise and jealousy to the scouting of the casino to Antonio's contact with the game commission.

Everything was going... good. Really good in a weird way that Dallas knows can't go to his head. The point of all this was to undermine Cherry and Randy, to get his money back, and to ultimately take Vegas for himself. That was the end of all this.

But he can't help how he feels, leading Ponyboy with his hand in the small of his back to the suite. He likes that Ponyboy is fun, in his own way — that he had visited the library while they were out here for books to read while they were planning, that he had talked so avidly with Dallas when he was in the mood, how smart and quick he'd been on the floor.

It makes him so interesting as Dallas leads him to the suite, to help him strip down from the pink mink, the beautiful top, and say to him, "C'mon, kid. Let's get your teeth brushed, get some water, and get you to bed."

"You comin'?" Ponyboy asks, as Dallas helps undo the buttons on his bellbottoms, pulling them down, his fingers grazing his skin. The light from the bedroom looks like twin lights reflecting in his dark eyes, a smile on his face, sloppy and sweet and wanting. "You bought the time, didn't you? I think we earned it."

Dallas thinks about arguing with that.

Then he looks at Ponyboy's smile, feels his hand running up his wrist, tugging him closer and Dallas thinks the champagne tastes better on Ponyboy's mouth.