#scruffy!verse

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Jason being insecure (physically bc he’s not pretty boy Dick Grayson) and reader literally sitting and absolutely worshipping him. Telling him every single thing they love about him. Kissing every scar and tear, holding him close, letting him be vulnerable enough to be little spoon. Not NSFW, just pure fluff

Let Jason Todd process his trauma and insecurities 2k22

"You're so fucking pretty," you murmur, draping yourself over him like a weighted blanket, your head against his heart.

"Pockets-"

"How are you this fucking massive and still so fast?"

"I dunno," Jason said, the weight of you already sapping his will to move. Or protest. Almost like you pressed the tension out of his body- it was the only time feeling trapped felt good. Because it was you. And because he knew you liked laying on him. And he liked you being comfortable- and he liked having you close.

He wasn't sure at what point you had become his favorite teddy bear to hold but- he did it now, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing.

"All tough and shit and still such a big heart-"

"Baby if you want to sit on my face all you have to do is as-"

"No," you huff, sinking your teeth into his pec, just hard enough to leave a brief impression of your teeth. "I want you to understand that you're fucking pretty."

"I'm not-"

"You are though," you tell him, sitting back to look down at him, your bottom hovering above his hips. "You're pretty and I love you."

Jason felt himself melt and he smiled softly. He didn't know what spurred this but. It felt good knowing that you thought he was nice-looking. He knew, that you'd probably seen him frowning at himself in the mirror or something and decided to love him as loudly as possible.

And it helped.

He hated when people came up to you when they thought he wasn't looking to ask if you wanted help. He hated the scars. He hated being so big- but then. When you did things like this. Laid on him and fussed over him and refused to let him tell you otherwise... He believed you.

"I love you too, baby girl," he murmured, practically purring when you lay back down on him and turning you so he could pin you between his chest and the back of the couch. Where he felt you were safer- better protected.

"We'd make pretty babies," you muse, "But they'd have to get your eyes or I'd be upset."

"Pockets, why-"

"Because," you answer shrugging, "they're my favorite color."

"But we don't-"

"Oh we absofuckingltely shouldn't have kids," you snort, "But if we did they'd be beautiful."

[buumbaby]

merthur, but theyre dogs and cats

[dgxehg0ek]

4 5 1 7 8 9 2 6 3 0

[lifesver]

once again: extremely ch 2 lee

[skycapt4in]

NOAH LIGHTFOOT, PRINCE OF THIEVES. / fantasy verse.

Growing up the bastard son of the local lord and having a mother who loved but left him at a young age, Noah's life seemed to either be cursed by the gods or not of their concern. The middle child of three, Noah was tasked with an impossible task for any child and that was to not only keep himself safe and fed on indifferent streets and keep his younger sister, Nadine, safe too, while helping his older brother, Nicolas, provide for all three of them. Noah learned from an early age to resort to whatever means he thought might bring him some form of advantage or aid, even doing his time in the fighting pits to earn measly coppers to buy stale bread, though Nicolas would quickly take the role of fighting for money from his brother, not wanting to witness him bringing hurt to himself.

He learned also, that the skill of listening in and being unseen was a most useful one, people seemed uncaring while delivering secrets to others, secrets that once Noah had overheard, could provide more value than coin.

It was in his teens that Noah's skill for listening and gathering whispers and secrets from the realm caught himself a kind of positive attention, in the form of a visitation from a man who claimed to be part of a group known as the Underground Men, a guild of thieves. Leaf was the man's name, brought to town on guild business and training his young son, Torrent, in the ways of the organization and both had witnessed Noah's ability to sneak around and go unseen by the locals, noticed his dirt covered clothes and, shockingly, polite demeanor while buying fresh bread with coin earned from sharing one Lord's secrets with another. The politeness disappeared almost completely once Leaf and his son had made their light stalking known, though the offence barely lasted once Leaf offered the three siblings a chance at something better than living in the woods, all but begging for scraps.

Nadine and Noah showed themselves to have the ability to sneak around better than Nicolas, and thus Nicolas's training mostly consisted of proper fighting, teaching him how to defend himself against attacks, how to blend in with his surroundings, and also how to read and write. Noah and Nadine's training was similar enough, but they were taught skills more aligned with the guild's main trading of thievery for coin.

Of the three siblings, Noah is the only one who stayed with the Underground Men. Both Nicolas and Nadine leaving at different points, once they'd been trained how to better survive in this cruel world with different aims, Nadine set out to see what else it had to offer, Nicolas set out to find a life for himself. Noah stayed and quickly climbed the ranks and notorioty among the large group, eventually by the age of 19, finding himself as the right hand man to the leader of the Underground Men, a man by the name of Solas. Like Leaf had years before, Solas had seen promise in the young man's talents and commitment to the work the Underground Men would do.

It stayed that way for a few more years, together Noah and Torrent would become brother-like in their friendship, they would complete many a task together, stealing from the rich, giving to the poor, trading in lies and secrets a like to the benefit of whomever paid highest. Solas continued to train Noah in the ways of leadership and how to successfully run and enforce the rules of the Underground Men, and continued to do so even as he grew sick and became sicker. By 26, everyone within the guild's compound was aware that Solas was not meant long for this world, and that instead of giving the title of Prince of the Underground to the man he'd grown up with and lifelong best friend, Leaf, it was a title going to Noah, all that is, except Noah, who seemed to be living in an almost childlike obliviousness to the whole idea until it finally came true.

Trying to reject the title was unacceptable, considered to be a high form of disrespect upon the previous Prince, and not wanting to be cast out of the first family he's truly known, he accepts the role and it's responsibilities albeit reluctantly, appointing Leaf as his right hand man and advisor to keep him, and thus the organization on the right path.

By the age of 30, the workings of the Underground Men had expanded through the kingdom and stretched into international waters thanks to Noah's guidance, though it comes at the small price of their workings becoming more known and common to hear about above ground, many rumors surround them and many of those rumors hung around Noah's name, some painted him as a savage who'd stole power for himself and would happily strike down anyone on his path, others painted him in a more fair light, a true robin hood, folk hero type. Noah has yet to make any attempt to do anything about those rumors, leaving them be might be in his better interest.

[reiketsui]

"You look very well put together today, it will aide in your self-confidence while you finish processing you tissue samples," Lusamine mentions to her pupil, one single hand reaching down and fixing a few strands of his hair.

A quiet 'hmh' of amusement.

"Ah. You need to do something about your mane before someone mistakes you for a Furfrou."

The young man needs a haircut.

// Woe, scruffy era upon ye

" thank you, mrs. president, i tried to– pay attention to it today, " it's difficult to shift focus. as many times as he had lingered near those display windows of high-end fashion stores when passing by them in goldenrod, silently admiring the craft, atomu had never once thought he'd even get to touch fabric of such quality.

unless he chose to break in and steal some, of course. but that would mean having to admit to himself that he was interested in something so– well, that. something unfitting for a man with a line of reputation in the johto underground fight circles.

his lips purse, brows tugging into the subtlest frown at her comment. the only haircut he had ever gotten in his life is the kind done with dull kitchen scissors by a dirty bathroom sink. " you– think so? " / @aetherceuse

[dxsole]

@id1eyouth | Cont. from X

There's a hard edge to his gaze now. A few faint scars from past tussles hidden beneath and fine coat and a trimmed beard. His hands are still soft though, a trait uncharacteristic of outlaws— Lawrence always believed himself to be different than your run-of-the-mill criminal. There was a sophistication there, a silent sort of intimidation you might see in a courtroom or a high council.

For one who did awful things, he demanded a semblance of respect. And disrespect was treated with the same sort of punishment as the law would give; a foul word led to a hanging, a snub of a greeting led to a firing squad. Even now as Zachary confirms that it had crossed his mind to sever ties with Lawrence, his mismatched eyes flash— especially the blue one.

It was always more expressive of the two, secrets hidden in the umber right but reflected in the icy left.

He sucks his teeth. "I see." Lawrence could have made the same reasoning if it had been the other way around. And he might have spared him just to hold this over his head; Do you remember when I let you live? Remember when I was merciful?

Perhaps he just doesn't like the fact that he was indebted to Zachary.

Regardless, he's in a saloon, he's not dead, and Zachary looks horribly peeved. Lips stretch into a smirk, his conniving ways coming back to him. "And keep the wolves at bay I shall." If only because Zachary, apparently, couldn't stomach it. Ah, well, they were very different men; Zachary may want money but still only secretly stole from his father.

If Lawrence wanted money from his father, he might have been tempted to slit his throat. "You're so serious." He muses, now glancing down the corridor to assess now that he has a satisfactory answer from Zachary. "You ever been an outlaw, kid? A proper one, I mean. Not this lil' thing you had going with your father." Because Lawrence has been, many times. And there tends to be at least one person in every saloon who you could exploit for a coin.

"We've got to cover our tracks. And change clothes— I still look like a lawman."

[pizzatheif]

i just think that "day after the full moon is a big werewolf hangover" vibe would be a fun vibe.

[the-smallest-star]

"Pleasd don't kill my dad. He's been the best dad I've ever had."

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

A request if it strikes your fancy - Jason leaving a mission/patrol early or just skipping bc reader needs him and him assuring her she’s worth it?

"I gotta go."

"Hood what-"

Jason didn't say anything, he just handed Bruce his phone so he could see what you sent. The words "I'm not okay. I'm gonna be okay, right?"

"Go," he said, taking a deep breath. "We'll be okay tonight. Call if-"

"I will. Should be fine." And Jason couldn't say anything else. All he could do was get home. To kiss you and remind you that you're okay. That this is all real. He's real. And you're safe. That he can keep you safe when you can't protect yourself.

He let himself into the apartment and wrapped his arms around you where you were waiting by the door. Pacing and agitated. "Shhh," he soothed, "You okay?"

"No."

"What do you need? What can we do?"

Silence. And he felt you hug him tighter. Clinging. Hands bunching his shirt into a crumpled mess. "Cuddles?" he tried. "Did you eat?"

Two options. Two choices to help narrow things down.

"Don't let go," you murmur.

"I won't," he promised. "Let's go find Scruffy, kay? We'll cuddle and watch horrible true crime docs."

"Okay."

You don't loosen your grip and he patted your arm, prompting you. "Arms around my neck, Pockets," he said softly. One step at a time. You'd been holding on to control by your nails. He could see the red mark on your chest when he lifted you up. Where you'd rubbed a patch of skin almost raw. Because your chest hurt. Because you were trying to ground yourself. Baby steps. You reached out to him.

Trusted him. And he could come, so he did. Now he just had to remind you that yu were safe. That the chaos in your head was just that.

[buckyalpine]

Bodyguard Bucky x Drunk reader

This little drabble is for an idea from one of my favorite angel babies, its SO CUTE. Might make a longer version of this at some point but for now: 

“Buckyyyy” You clung onto him like a koala, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the heady scent of his cologne. After a drink too many, you were happy to crawl into his lap, tipsy enough to happily wrap yourself around him, though still mostly aware of your surroundings. He remained silent, a classic grumpy scowl on his lips, keeping his eyes straight to the SUV. 

He wrapped his strong arms around you, carrying you and walking to the car, his broad frame keeping you snug against his chest while moving through the crowd with ease. No one stood in his way, immediately moving aside from his facial expression alone. Piercing blue eyes and a clenched jaw daring anyone to make the mistake of coming near you. 

“M’so sleepy” You whined against his neck, letting your hangs cling around his neck, squeezing your legs tighter around his tapered waist. 

“It’s okay pretty girl, I’m taking you home” He murmured, not wasting a second getting you outside and into the all black SUV that was parked at the club entrance. He swallowing thickly when he felt your soft lips press gentle kisses along his neck, the warmth of your breath tickling his skin as he slid into the back seat, nodding to the driver to get going. 

“So handsome” Your nose nudged into his shoulder, burying yourself into him as much as you could, refusing to let him move you from his lap. He spent the entire ride letting you cuddle into him while he held you securely, carefully holding you as he stepped out once you’d reached home. He carried you right to your bedroom, setting you down on your bed. You whined when he tried to pull away, pulling him back, giving him your sweetest pout, glassy and wide. 

“Please don’ go” You mumbled, tucking yourself into him, “Stay? Please?”

How was he supposed to leave you when you were so sweet and cuddly and so utterly adorably drunk. 

“Alright babygirl” He whispered, kissing your forehead, “I gotta get you clean up first through, okay?” He went to you bathroom, well versed in what your night time routine was, making note of the smallest details in everything you did in a day. He found some wipes, and your lotions, bringing them over and gently rubbing the makeup off your face while your mind was still stuck on the name he called you. 

“M’your babygirl?” You asked hopefully, noting the way his cheeks blushed, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered but it was impossible around you. 

“Always, you’re always my babygirl” He smoothed the cool lotion onto your skin before helping you out of your heels. He convinced you to get changed out of your dress, staying stationed outside of the closet in case you fell over but you were changed seconds later. You came out in an oversized tshirt- his oversized tshirt to be exact, that you’d stolen unbeknownst to him. 

So that’s where it went he shook his head to himself, biting back a smile while you flopped back onto bed, stretching on the covers like a kitten before giving him grabby hands. 

“What is it princess” He knew what you wanted but it went against what he was there for. He had to protect you and to do that he couldn’t ever let his guard down. Not one moment of vulnerability, not when he had to protect you. 

But fuck, you were so utterly irresistible and he’d be lying to himself if he thought there was nothing he felt for you. He came down to tuck you in, hoping the warmth of the blankets would help you sleep but you tugged him into bed instead, wrapping your entire body around him. 

“You’re blushing” you giggled, cupping his scruffy cheek, letting your thumb trace his pink lips. He could help but chuckle, hoping you’d forget all this by morning, letting his fingers trace over your delicate features. 

“You act all grumpy but you’re actually a teddy bear”

He cocked an eyebrow while you tried to copy him, scrunching you brows together instead making him grin. He smoothed the line that formed between your brows, loving the way you continued to contort your face trying to match his grumpy face. 

“A teddy bear, huh?”

“My teddy bear” You sighed contently, snuggling into him, a yawn slipping past your lips. You let the warmth of his arms drift you off to sleep, still smiling as you snored softly. 

“My babygirl” He held you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, allowing himself to fall asleep with you; after all you’d always be safest in his arms. 

[lifesver]

hold on smth about it... it might be giving older leland i can't explain

[draco-after-dark]

Dory Verse - Aftermath

small spoiler for the Feral JD au just so ya know

Rough draft of my favorite Dorse Verse boys seeing Feral again

(I did not re-read this shit so if spelling error you didn't see it)

It had been months, maybe a whole year since they had all last seen him.

Since Grey had last seen his chip buddy.

Since Eldest had last hung out with his therapy dog.

Since Hitman had last seen his comrade. His amego. His best friend.

‘Where are you Feral?’

At first, none of them had really batted an eye at Feral’s absence. The troll could be pretty unpredictable at times and it was always hard to tell when he was at the house or not. He would disappear for days at a time and then reappear somewhere out of thin air.

After a week had passed Eldest had asked Hitman about where the resident mayhem makers could be. Hitman had no clue. Feral wasn’t exactly the talkative type so there was no way for him to tell them when he would be back.

After two weeks they started to worry. Feral had never been gone for this long before. Maybe they had all just been busy. Missed each other because of how wonky time seemed to move in this place. Maybe Feral just had some things going on and he couldn’t visit?

No, that didn’t seem right. Eldest had known Feral a lot longer than Hitman, This wasn’t normal. Something was wrong and he had no way to contact his little buddy.

Before Feral disappeared if you found Hitman, Feral usually wasn’t very far away. The scruffy troll had taken a liking to the awkward troll almost instantly. That fact alone back made a man full of the other JDs of the house jealous. For different reasons depending on who you asked.

Ever since the early days when Crystal and Grey had figured out just how food-motivated the feral troll was it became a sort of right of passage. Piss off Grey and by default, you’d have to deal with Feral. If a chip bag was ever tossed in your direction then good luck because you’d need it.

So when three weeks rolled around Eldest and Hitman had gone to find Grey and figure out what was going on. Since neither of them knew where their friend had disappeared or why, maybe Grey did. Eldest knew how much the troll cared for Grey after the whole Snake incident. God, he really hoped nothing bad hadn’t happened to Feral.

Weeks turned into one month and then two. After that, they had stopped keeping track. Every day they counted just made things worse. Left more questions. More worry for their friend. 

Until months later.

They had all been in the kitchen eating lunch when they heard the distinct rattle of the door in the living room. It always did that before someone entered. Eldest had gone to peek around the corner to see who it was. He figured it was probably a World Tour considering there was no name present at the top of the door. It was something they released that happened to the most frequent visitors of the house. That and World Tour had said he was going to drop by today.

What Eldest hadn’t been expecting when the door opened was to see a completely unfamiliar troll step through. It was unexpected, to say the least. A new John Dory hadn’t shown up in months so they had all just figured that was everyone.

He was so shocked he just stared at the newcomer.

Eldest’s frozen look had quickly gained the attention of the other two and they had moved to also glance around into the living room.

“What the fuck?” Grey said, also being surprised by the newcomer.

This quickly gained the troll's attention. Their ears quickly perked up, eyes shooting towards the small group. At that, their eyes widened as a large grin broke out across their face. 

In a matter of seconds, the troll had already bolted across the living room and grabbed Eldest, spinning him aggressively around. Arm tightly crushing and head pressed into the side of Eldest. This troll was definitely something. They’d picked Eldest up so fast and effortlessly that It had Grey reeling back further into the kitchen.

As soon as the stranger had noticed Grey he had already dropped Eldest. The troll wobbled from dizziness from the constant spinning as the stranger set his sights on his next target. 

Grey.

Grey had curled his hand into a fist ready to punch the troll but before he could swing his arms were already locked by his sides. Grey was about ready to bite this guy if it came down to it but he suddenly froze at the sound and feel of a deep rumble.

It felt familiar..?

Grey was quickly released, unlike Eldest who had been held for a good minute. Eldest now leaning against the edge of the counter waiting for the world to stop spinning so he could ask who they were.

As soon as Grey realised he quickly backed away from the taller troll who looked curiously down at him. The was when 

The trolls then launched themselves directly at Hitman. The two tumbled to the floor in a heap of fluff and fur. Hitman let out a loud grunt a bit dazed at the abrupt impact. When his eyes cracked back open he was face to face with the pale blue troll. 

He’d never seen someone smile so wide

“Bbrrrrrr-ooouu-theeerrrrrrrr.” The troll growled out as he hugged Hitman tightly, cheek pressed firmly into Hitman’s.

‘Wait… brother?’

At that, Hitman had jolted back his hands flying forward grabbing both sides of the mystery troll's face and really looked at him.

Eyebrow slit. Chip out of his ear. Black earrings. Two scars over the right cheek. One big snaggletooth.

‘Holy shit’

“FERAL!”

The troll grinned widely at that as Hitman latched onto him like if he let go Feral would disappear again.

“Feral?” “Feral!”

Grey and Eldest both called one of confusion and the other of relief.

At that exclamation, Eldest stumbled towards the two and crashed onto the floor next to Feral. Hitman was still clinging tightly to Feral as he wiggled an arm free and reached out towards Eldest. 

Eldest’s eyes watered and with a loud sob, he latched on the other side of Feral.

“Feral where! What! AUGH-” Eldest could barely get a word out through his choked sobs. Hitman was not faring much better as he began to shake and also started to cry.

Grey simply watched the three

A devious smirk streaked across Feral’s face.

“NO. DON'T even think about it!”

It was too late Feral had already unwrapped his long tail from his waist and latched it onto Grey's arm. Dragged the unwilling troll straight into the cuddle pile.

Grey grumbled a few protests but eventually settled down. Eldest, reaching out an arm and crushing Grey into them all.

Feral had missed this. Missed them all so much but some many things had happened in such a short period of time he just didn't have the chance to visit.

But he was here now and that's all that mattered.

His low rumble soon fizzed out into a pur, the vibrations from Feral rippling out and through the other three.

This was perfect.

That was when they all heard a voice.

“Did I miss something?”

World tour stood in the entryway of the living room with a puzzled look on his face.

“Fuck.” Grey was never going to hear the end of this.

Grey! JD belongs to @ijjstlostthegame

Eldest! JD belongs to @matmiraculous

Hitman! JD belongs to @lemony-and-zesty

World Tour! JD belongs to @year2000electronics

[crimeronan]

I did the equivalent of mentally rising from my bed like a vampire rising from their coffin yesterday as I was trying to sleep as a thought struck me; There's a high chance there's a verse of the PrincessLuz AU where Belos *doesn't* kick the bucket early or pre-story start, and for Reasons Luz and Hunter has to make a run for it from the castle (Belos is about to kill Hunter and Luz gets a good hit in before they book it. Or Hunter walks in on the Nightmare Dinner Scene and they make a run for it. Many options.) and Belos proceeds to spin a heartwrenching, complete bullshit lie how the Golden Guard has lost it and abducted his beloved daughter and who knows what he will do to her. Not directly stated but highly implied that Hunter is now Kill On Sight.

Meanwhile Amity, at undecided rate of knowing Luz+Hunter well but knowing Hunter would rather break his own bones than purposefully make even a scratch on Luz, is watching this all unfold like "uuuuhhh, Doubt���". And if she has the luck of running into them, well she can't kill Hunter! For reasons. And Luz seems to really not want to go back. Maybe one of the scouts she's with is about to hit Hunter and she just- moves without thinking. Knocks the fucker out and oh that sure is a choice she can't take back. Fuck guess she's a deserter now.

At the castle we have the separate but synchronised freaking out of Darius, Raine, and Lilith, who are Losing Their Minds over them being out there and actively being hunted down to be brought back to the saw trap that is the Emperor's Castle. Possible team-up after Darius and Raine see how hard Lilith is spiralling and she lets something slip?? But also laughing over the possibility of Lilith swallowing her pride and going to Eda for help. Maybe with some pressure from Darius and Raine. Eda opening the door to three Coven Heads, one being her estranged sister and one her ex, and she wonders if the appleblood she had yesterday was spiked with something.

MMM YES YES YES EXCELLENT CONCEPTS. poor amity rapid-cycling between "luz is clearly fucking Terrified of belos and i'll be damned if i drag Anybody back to their abusive parent" and "oh titan. i just chose HUNTER over LILITH".... poor girl. im love her.

a while back there was a timeline where luz hunter and vee ran away several years pre-fic-canon... i could see events unfolding here similarly. "okay, we'll be found on the isles, we either have to sneak through the castle portal or eda clawthorne's portal so we can hide out in the human world" <-three people who don't realize Just How Out-Of-Place a group of scruffy obviously unhoused teens will be in suburban connecticut.

[holeintheboat]

The Outsiders Mafia AU (Headcanons)

!!WARNING: This may contain some spoilers!!!

-Johnny loves Jazz (blues are a close second)

-Darrel is called ‘Superman’ because he once stopped mid getaway to help a woman cross the street

-The entire mafia group worships Frank Sinatra

-Tim got his scar in a violent one-on-one fight with Dallas, which also led to him losing the eye

-Johnny is a FANTASTIC cook, and shares his love through food

-Ponyboy used to watch a ton of Mafia/Secret Agent movies to ‘study’ for his future job

-The Shepherds are all from Sicily, and lived there for most of their teen years

-Johnny learned to speak several languages so that he make international deals

-Angela puts hours of efforts into her curls, and once killed a man for trying to run his fingers through them to flirt

-Curly prides himself in his height, he grew to the same height as Tim just a year before the events of ‘No Permanent Death’ and loves to remind everyone

-Johnny actually has a hatred for alcohol, but drinks it (or pretends to) to make himself seem older

-Tim will only ever drink beer

-Dallas became an assassin because he wanted to be like Charlie Chan and almost quit when he realized the man was, in fact, not an assassin

-Johnny has faked his own death about six times, and has gotten creepily good at it

-Darry hates swearing, and only does it when he’s very very upset

-Darrel is the only Curtis who can speak more than just English, He learned Italian so he could understand exposed messages within the Mob

-Dallas has actually run into the Shepherds several times, he never realized Johnny was Bambi because usually the boss doesn’t participate in the fights

-The socs do exist in this universe!! Most of them are businessmen/women who the mob has killed :P

-Sylvia also exists!! She is Dally’s ex-girlfriend, she left him after she figured out he kills people for a living

-Soda and Steve are still dating Evie and Sandy in this verse. Sandy isn’t aware of what Soda does, Evie actually is also a member of the mob and often helped out Steve at work

-When Mr.Shepherd died, all of his jewelry was given to Johnny because he was taking his place. The only thing he kept was a ring (a thick, gold, engraved ring with a red ruby) the rest was given to the Shepherds to disperse amongst themselves

-The Shepherds each got one ear pierced when they were teens to be more like their father

-Johnny sees the Shepherds as his equals, which is the reason they all dress similarly. This is also why it doesn’t occur to someone that he is the boss.

-Angelas callsign “Bella” comes from the word Bello: which means Beautiful in Italian

-Johnny once shot a very important client just because they shoved Curly

-Curly is actually really bad at his job, but gets away with it because of pure luck

-Soda got the name ‘Dice’ because he's known for taking chances on the job

-Johnny called Tim ‘Scarface’ after he lost his eye in an attempt to raise his spirits, and the name just stuck

-Tim has a glass eye, but often takes it out because he thinks its funny how grossed out his coworkers get

-Johnny wanted to be a musician, and can play the sax and guitar (he couldn’t decide if he wanted to be Louis Armstrong or Chuck Berry lmao)

-Curly wholeheartedly thought he and Johnny were related for most of his life, because he wasn’t on the mission where they found him

-Johnny gives out most of the nicknames, he was actually the first person to call Darry ‘Superman’

-The Sicilian Mafia is usually very specific about only letting in Italians. Johnny called bullshit on this, and that's how Steve(slick) and Buck(comma) got put in

-Steve used to work at the DX, he got invited in to the mafia because he was the only one who was willing to take Johnny’s car (all of his former coworkers thought a scruffy child with a century old car wouldn’t pay well)

-Buck got invited in after Tim and Johnny saw a man throw a drink on him (he beat the man to a pulp and Johnny said he had good enough aim to work for them)

-Angela LOVES compliments (She forces her brothers to hype her up 24/7)

-Johnny holds large dinners with everyone who works under him once a month to get to know them. The reason so many people are willing to take orders from him is because they know he’s the kindest boss they’ll get

-Tim is incredibly well-versed in dressing wounds, it's become somewhat of his job

-Curly cannot aim for shit, and has repeatedly just handed the gun to someone else

-The Curtis’s used to have a dog before Ponyboy was born, but they had to get rid of it to be able to pay for his upbringing

-Curly is known for full-on tackling people in fights, which actually works incredibly well

-Johnny is a horrible driver and has hit several pedestrians, animals, and trees (and got very upset after each one)

-Ponyboy has a binder that he uses as a dairy, he had pages dating back to his parents death

-Curly once tried to tackle Darry on a mission, Darry then simply pulled him off and tossed him out of the room

-Darrel refuses to do any work that involves a woman, and has lost to the Shepherds several times because he wouldn’t detain Angela

-Soda once drove a getaway car straight into the side of a building, and it almost got him and Darry killed

-Johnny paid for Steve to get braces, and he had the nickname ‘Lock Jaw’ for a VERY long time

-The Curtis’s often have movie nights!!

-Johnny refuses to hurt children, and often makes someone take the kid to another room if they do anything violent

-Ponyboy LOVES the arts, and his knowledge of Italian literature and art has saved him many times

-Angela is an excellent baker, and often tries to get her brothers to help her (they fuck it up every single time)

-Ponyboy still has nightmares in this universe, and has climbed into Soda/Darrys bed several times

-Darry hates that Pony often sees him as the bad guy, but knows he has to be to keep him safe

-Johnny is known for having an odd sense of humor and it has almost gotten him killed a million times

-Tim has “la famiglia” tattooed on his right bicep, with three little hearts under it (very similar to the one his father has on his neck)

-Though Steve doesn’t have and important role in the Mafia, him and Johnny are very good friends

-Tim is what's known as the ‘consigliere’ which means he serves as an adviser to the leader and resolves disputes within the family. (Johnny refused to make anyone the underboss because he didn’t like to think of any of them beneath him in rank)

-Ponyboy is a stargazer

-Johnny was been confused for a girl several times due to his long hair, but he refuses to cut it

-Tim gets very upset when people flirt with Angela (he’s the definition of a over-protective older brother)

-Johnny has never dated anyone- he knows whomever they are will be put in danger, and he doesn’t like the thought of people he loves fearing for their lives

-Soda once got a concussion because he ran into a wall during a chase with Curly, Curly only remembers him as ‘the wall kisser’

-The Shepherds all have a violent hatred for Ponyboy because Johnny told them about what happened in the first chapter (though Johnny has never spoken about him with even an ounce of malice)

-Darrel has been shot many times, so much so that the hospital knows him by name

-Johnny can’t stand hospitals because his parents once left him at one for three weeks. So even if he is on his damn deathbed he will NEVER go to one

-Just about everyone in the Mafia is not proud to be in it, but they all know it’s the best thing they can do with their backgrounds

-Buck and Johnny are rather close, and Buck often makes him fake drinks (ones without alcohol) because he knows how much the boy hates it

-Darry and Soda are both REALLY into cars. it’s actually helped them a lot in car chases, because they can always remember the make and model of the car

-The Shepherd Family was actually not very well known until Johnny took over, but he still worships Mr.Shepherd as if he’s the most famous man on earth

-most named characters has been to prison at one point (aside from Angela, Curly, Ponyboy, and Darrel)

-The job as Boss is incredibly stressful, and Tim has taken over for Johnny on several occasions

-Tim taught Angela, Curly, and Johnny hand-to-hand combat. He’ll often brag about it to anyone who will listen.

-Johnny goes by the Shepherd name, and only signs ‘Cade’ under important documents

-Angela has the best aim out of her entire family

-Tim actually was very upset when Johnny got his job as boss, but got over when he realized just how much the job SUCKEDD

-Two-Bit and Dallas worked together when they were rookies, but Dallas eventually moved on to do bigger and better things

-Ponyboy loves August weather, but feels he can’t enjoy those months becuase that’s when his folks died

-Two has run into Angela several times and made several (failed) attempts to flirt with her

-Johnny and Dallas have actually had several conversations in this universe, But Dallas never thought he was worth killing

-Sometimes random pastries/foods would appear on the Curtis doorstep during the Great Depression, they never knew where or who it came from but it helped them to survive (take a wild guess who made them lol)

-Johnny used to play the guitar while Angela sang to help Curly sleep <3

-Darry has never once touched a cigarette, but will drink jus tan out anything put in front of him

-Pony LOVES Italian food, but refuses to eat it because it just feels wrong to him

-Red is Angela’s favorite color, which is why the whole group is forced to wear something red (she picks out their clothes literally every day)

-Mrs.Shepherd died while giving birth to Curly, so Johnny and Curly have both never met her

-The Shepherds love spring because it reminds them of Sicily

-Bucks original nickname was FAG (Funny Accent Guy), given to him by Curly

-The Curtis brothers were all relatively short as kids, but shot up the second they hit puberty

-Tim tried to kidnap Louis Armstrong for Johnny's birthday (it did not work.)

-The Mafia has two main cover restaurants. One being a bar (that we see in the first chapter) and the other being an off-brand Italian place (Whenever someone fails an important job, they are banished to work at one of these two places)

-Johnny is the shortest person on his team, so he’ll often just step on their feet when they upset him

-Darrel is an avid people watcher

-Johnny actually looked up to many of the agents, and will excitedly tell people whenever he gets in a fight with one of them (even if he completely beats their ass he's still a total fanboy)

-Dallas has a really good memory, and can easily recall every fight he’s ever been in

If you have any other things you want me to write into the story, but them into the comments :D

[catwyk]

okay part 1 of my travel doodles: sibling rane edition!!! i know my handwriting is very small and scruffy so transcripts are below !!

link to pt 2

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picture 1 [contains spoilers] (top to bottom; right to left): Rane is of average height, maybe slightly below. Either way, they are taller than Faulkner, probably around 5'6

compression-style shirt

material in wrists and neck is stiffened slightly to maintain shape

Based on textual info: Rane 'grew up on soup' and Paraclete's Gulch lacks adequate food for all its residents, or so they imply. Therefore, my first inclination would be to make them very skinny. However, H. R Owen portrays [A/N: meaning "draws"] them as extremely muscular, which i think is really funny, so I wanted to reference that. Thus, buff, lean Rane.

(This has the unfortunate side effect of meaning Rane was too devout to fight back, since they could overpowered Faulkner.)

Since Rane was born to the faith, I wanted a traditional garment in their design. This assymetrical belt is made to look like a fishing net, and they usually wear it over their robes. It's similar to Nana Glass' shawl in material and form.

Heavy-duty jeans, intended for workers or hikers

picture 2: crab ranegoons.....

picture 3: [speech bubble] Gooner? Yeah, I'm a gooner // [thought bubble] crab rangoon

picture 4: no text, just Rane living their best life at their beachside cocktail bar in the Rane-centric spinoff, the tequila verses