#unfortunately no twobit

[hideousvampire]

i havent drawn anything so i offer a SHIT TON of old outsiders art (like 2 years ago)

this is quite literally my first johnny cade drawing which i drew on roblox so the picture is booty

this is dally i believe

ghost johnny shit

ponyboy and johnny but theyre a unicorn and a puppy

darry and soda

steve and dally

i never drew twobit for some reason

bonus: two of my first few lawrusso drawings

[glennquackmire]

more pre canon twobit dally johnny trio shit

two and dally met each other first when twobit asked for a cigarette

twobit: mind if i bum one off you? dally, looking at his flask: only if I can have the rest of that twobit: deal

and it was hell from there

they found johnny like at a park or something and were being greasers and shit and hes like "screw off" and they're like "hey, this kids got spunk"

and thats how the trio was born

i couldn't figure out how to draw this because I'm not creative unfortunately so here's them just like being a trio

Beware gfuys there's always a trio in a duo or whatever the saying is (lie I love trios)

Ignore the artstyle I was trying something and it did not work I fear

[therealtwobitmatthews]

OOC

I imagine johnny as the kind of guy to get aggressive or mean when he's nervous or scared

This strikes a lot of fighting and arguing with his 'family' which he always loses unfortunately

Like imagine he's nervous about going home one night because he said something bad that same morning and he's at twobits house and twobit tries to help him like

"Johnny if you tell me what's goin on I can help you.." and johnny just sorta lashes out

No one in the gang reacts badly to this as they know this is just a reflex johnny has since he grew up in a bad home and has to be on survival instinct

However movie dally will say something back to him and get upset while book dally will just give him space and let someone who knows how to comfort talk to him instead

[walmartbrandwhatever]

guys unfortunately the marbit fic will not be coming out this weekend I fear I am yapping SO much I'm already at 2000 words and I haven't even gotten close to two-bit getting jumped 💀 but trust maybe next weekend🙏 I just want to feed yall marbit fans(when I say fans I mean me as well oh how these two are so tragic. also possible cherry cola by the end bc let's make twobit see what could have been)

[creepiecreator]

The outsiders gang at Cracker Barrel??

Darry tried to keep the guys in line. He really did. But he could only do so much when they all decided to act up at once. And unfortunately for him, they all ended up doing exactly that when they had gone out to eat for once. It wasn’t often they went anywhere besides a cheap diner or Dairy Queen, but when they all put their funds together they were able to get the cash to go out to Cracker Barrel for once. And honestly? He absolutely regretted it. From the moment they sat down it was chaos. Twobit was cracking jokes and laughing way too loud, sure. That was to be expected. Soda was too fidgety and knocked over his chair and damn near busted his hand while doing it? A pain in his ass, and a little embarrassing but that's fine. The real problems came from Dallas, like normal. He loved the guy to hell and back, he was practically his brother. But the guy really needed to learn to shut his trap when it came to harassing the waitress. Making comments that could even make hoods blush. He knew. Thanks to those three alone that they’d be thrown out any minute. Course. Then Steve had to start on his bullshit too. Of course, he did. After all, when his kid brother started up, Steve always ended up following. Or vice versa. It was like a pattern at this point. Twobit cracks a joke-sometimes admittedly an actual funny one, he laughs. Dallas tries to make life harder for the waitress, Sodapop gets fidgety with the silverware and gets into a mock play fight with said silverware with Steve. At least Ponyboy and Johnny were mostly just talking with each other…until. Of course. They weren’t. Steve ended up bumping into Pony, which resulted in Pony throwing a sarcastic statement his way which started a fight and. Well. Darry was honest to god starting to get a migraine. Things continued on for a little while longer than he had thought it would. The waitress, while clearly annoyed, must have had the temperament of a saint to put up with them for as long as she did. And Soda, at the very least, had started to settle down. He was getting hopeful that maybe things would go in the right direction, and they would end up all settling down properly so they could eat until… Johnny had tried to blow his straw wrapper at Ponyboy. It wouldn’t have been a problem had he actually hit his target. But instead it had ended up targeting the long-suffering waitress. And that, of course. Had to be the final straw. Pun not intended, though he was fairly certain that Twobit would appreciate that thought. All seven members of the group were swiftly kicked out of the restaurant, Twobit still seeming incredibly amused at the whole situation, Johnny seeming mortified and Darry was just tired. He piled them all up into the car, only to shoo Sodapop away when he tried to get into the passenger seat in the truck. “Nu uh, Soda. You’re in the back. Johnny’s up front if anyone is.” he stated simply, giving the other the look that only an overly exhausted older brother could give. “What? But he’s the one who got us kicked out!” The complaint, fortunately, wasn’t from his brother. But from Twobit, who seemed to be more curious about his decision than anything. Or maybe he was just drunk and complaining to complain. Either way. He wasn’t going to entertain the idea. “Johnny was the least problematic person there. C’mon up, kiddo.” He called, gesturing for the tiniest greaser to hop up in the front seat with him. Darry most certainly didn’t miss the little mischievous smile that crossed his features when he glanced over to Ponyboy and the others, even if it was on his face only briefly as the other came up front. He thought they were all good to hit the road when Twobit, like always, thought it was a bright idea to open his mouth. “So, are we gonna go to the diner instead?”

[pookiepiss69]

head canons for ponyboy going back to school after Bob, Johnny, and Dally’s Death?

OKAY GANG!!

he would walk out of class, go to johnny's locker and then js say 'oh' and walk off

Now that johnny's gone he has to hang out with Steve and twobit 🤬🤬🤬

He is a steve hater

He gets asked 37 times a day 'is it true that your friend killed a soc'

And at one point he js yells at some rando bc he is sick of answering the same question

Unfortunately he gets bullied a tad 😣😣 BUTTT then he proper js gets in a punch up or smth and nobody really fucks w him anymore

He zones out alot in class imagining johnny sitting next to him

He becomes better friends w curly and they lowkey become the next soda n steve

THATS IT‼️‼️

[rotten-strawberrie]

Hiii! Could I request The Outsiders gang and their reactions to the reader saying "I love you"? Thanks for considering!!!! 🪐

of course I can !! I did assume it was saying I love you for the first time so I hope that's okay !^^; [please ignore that I'm so behind on asks okay mwah mwah <33]

-♡-♡-♡-

order for anon: the gang and the first " I love youd" from the reader pt.1 maybe??

genre: fluff and hurt/comfort

warnings:jail time on dallas, mentions of alcohol in twobits

characters: darry, dally, pony, and johnny

darry worked his ass off almost everyday. so phone calls on breaks were a routine for the both of you. you'd be at home doing a hobby or on a break of your own while darry listened in , barely talking more than a sentence while listening to your voice.

" --and he marked the question wrong anyways !! what a prick- "

he chuckled, invisioning you pacing around angrily while complaining about the professor you hated.

" if you need an intimidating hunk to scare him off , you know where to find me "

you cackled , almost forgetting why you were so angry in the first place , " this is why I love you dar "

he was ecstatic , smiling ear to ear like a lovesick baboon. he cockily babbled out" not so bad yourself, y'know " which had both of you laughing right from the belly.

" unfortunately I have to get back to uh- work but- you free tonight ? "

" pick me up at 7 dar , wherever you wanna go " and with a childish grin you hung up before he could even tell you those three words back

-

dallas walked with pride, head up and chest out like he wasn't just released from jail early for behaving himself.

ring being tossed up and down in his dominant hand as he strutted towards you, smiling expectantly. " miss me ? "

" who ? the idiot that got caught ? " your head tilted, wary of the heat coming from his motorcycle he left in your care while locked up.

" yeah, you missed me " he pecked your cheek, slipping the ring into your hand, and sitting shotgun on the bike in one motion.

you snickered, sliding your arms around him and whispering into his shoulder, " I love you dumb criminal. "

he pat your hand on his stomach, glancing back with softness for the smallest second before riding off to God knows where.

-

johnny was overjoyed, only a little embarrassed at the fact he came running to show you the silly thing. he'd finally aced a science test, getting to graduate the grade with pony.

he'd already showed the boys while you were working and came to your house as soon as you got off.

you stood in front of him, confused. he didn't seem hurt physically at all, and usually when he leaves home he stays in the lot or with the curtis' boys.

" what's wrong johnny? "he smiled, practically shoving the paper in your face.

" hold on boy, I can't read that close " you took it, taking a second for your exhausted eyes to cooperate and read.

" johnny that's amazing! I told you you could do it! " you hugged him, practically crushing the boy as he laughed.

" thank you, the boys are waiting for me, I was gonna invite you but you look exhausted, "

you chuckled, waving him off, " no biggie, go have fun and tell me about it later "

he beamed, running off your porch in a jog before he turned around, " love you johnny, "

he chuckled, cheeks tinting red and sheepishly he yelled back, " love you too, "

-

" I hate math so much, " you sighed, slumping face first into ponyboy's desk.

you heard him snicker from his spot on the bed, amused at your frustration, " it's not that bad, "

" remember when dallas thought I was sneaking up behind him and socked me in the mouth? "

" yeah, you almost passed out, "

" I'd rather do that another five times than math, "

he sighed, feigning annoyance while leaning on his forearms, " if I do it for you will you shut up about it? "

you nodded, grinning wide " my hero! I love you so much! "

he ran a hand through his hair, cheeks bright red, " you're out of your mind, "

trying to move past it , he sat next to you , attempting to ignore his flustered state by doing work, when you pecked him quickly on the cheek

" love you too pone , "

[darkesthourofthedarkestnight]

Hello yall!! I’m finally making an outsiders sideblog!

If you don’t know me yet, hello! I’m Claudia, pronouns she/they/he, I’m aroace and genderqueer. My main blog is czache78. I’ll mainly post on here about:

- queerplatonic pb+j :)

- peril

- cherrycola

- the curtis brothers (+ gang)

- queerplatonic darbit

- the socs (they deserve love fr)

- the outsiders musical :))

my posts will be tagged with #my post, and reblogs will be tagged with #reblog. I’ll also try to tag stuff based on characters etc.

feel free to send in asks!! I’ll try to answer them quickly but I’m usually busy unfortunately 😭

yeah I think that’s it :) under cut are tags for personal reference

tags—

1. post type:

#reblog ; #my post

2. type:

#art ; #fic ; #moodboard ; #text ; #headcanon ; #funny

3. character (directly about):

#everyone ; #socs ; #darry curtis ; #ponyboy curtis ; #soda curtis ; #dallas winston ; #steve randle ; #ace outsiders ; #johnny cade ; #paul holden ; #bob sheldon ; #cherry valance ; #twobit mathews ; #marcia outsiders ; #brill outsiders ; #chet baker ; #(insert any name I don’t know their last name) outsiders

4. relationships (directly about):

#qprpbj ; #cherrycola ; #peril ; #curtis brothers ; #qprdarbit ; #marbit ; #other

5. extra:

#later ; #movie ; #qpr server

qpr outsiders server (cause I need to check yalls blogs more often)!!

@h3art0rhosp1tal

@sky4cherry

@walmartbrandwhatever

@girlishwhimsies

@shoutingfinetotheskies

@not-all-tales-have-happy-endings

@asexual-juliet

@qprpbj

@hoodsturnedheros

@undergroundanomaly

@elisadoreyou

@thereallattehottay

@catharticdaydream

[aik-membrane]

OOC: Heart-Aik: Aik Membrane's Prequel

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ft mentions of @ambassador-d1b

<March 3rd, 2010>

It was now late morning. The next day after Percy's death and Aik's escape. Aik hadn't moved from where he collapsed from exhaustion, still deeply asleep.

Unfortunately, he hadn't heard someone join him in the attic. A man was looking at Aik, trying to figure out if the boy was dead. The man opted to poke Aik's forehead.

Aik stirred, blinking awake and registering he wasn't alone. He sat up suddenly and grabbed his knife.

"Woah woah, TwoBit!" A familiar voice stepped back quickly, the man raised his hands.

Aik stood up, brandishing the knife at the man. Then the boy quickly recognized him. "What the. Toothpick??"

"Yeah, you got me."

Aik breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Just an ex fighter, one he knew he could beat if he needed. He sat back down, lowering the knife. "You scared the shit out of me…"

"You scared the shit out of ME!" Toothpick retaliated. "I thought you were dead or something."

"No, just tired." Aik rubbed his face with his organic hand.

"What are you doing here?"

"Running," Aik sighed.

Toothpick frowned. "What do you mean running? Where's your Pop?"

Right, most people knew Percy as his Pop… "Percy? He's dead. The killers are after me next," Aik lied without even thinking twice about it.

"Oh shit." Toothpick seemed shocked. "Who did it?"

"Some guy named Red, I think…" Aik sighed again. "I don't know, I don't understand it really."

Toothpick thought for a moment. "How long have you been running?"

"All night, give or take?" Aik shrugged.

"Eesh, alright kid, you're gonna come to my house for a bit, at least to rest for the day and get a decent breakfast," Toothpick said.

"... what, why?" Aik raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you kicking my ass made me realize I wasn't cut out for fighting. So I owe you a favor," Toothpick said.

Aik made a face. That sounded cheesy and ridiculous.

"What?" Toothpick asked.

"So you did drop out of the industry?"

"Not entirely. I own the fight ring here in the building," Toothpick said.

"Ohhh, so you got an upgrade." Aik nodded. That at least made a tiny bit more sense.

"Yep."

Aik sighed. He still didn't understand Toothpick's reasons for wanting to help him. But he needed the help, and he knew he could fold Toothpick like a napkin if he needed to. "Alright, okay, I'll accept your help."

Toothpick nodded with a grin and led Aik out of the attic and down some stairs. There were fighters gathering and Toothpick told them all to go home.

Aik just kind of ignored the dirty looks some fighters gave him, blaming the early closing of the ring on him. It was technically his fault, but he didn't care.

After a quick car ride, Toothpick and Aik were outside of Toothpick's house. It looked surprisingly decent.

"This is where you live?" Aik asked.

"Yep." Toothpick exited the car, shifting through his keys to find the one for the front door.

Aik quietly followed Toothpick up to the house and inside. It seemed so normal there, blandly so. Aik made a mental note on how to not have his place look when he got one.

"This room is where you can sleep if you need to." Toothpick pointed to a door.

"I'm not tired," Aik lied. He was tired, but not the kind of tired that needed sleep, especially with people he didn't fully trust around.

"Fair enough. You look around, I'll make us both something to eat after I make a few phone calls." Toothpick gave Aik's shoulder a light bump with his fist and went into the other room.

Aik blinked, confused. Well at least Toothpick seemed to trust him not to knick anything. Not that Aik intended to, as long as Toothpick didn't try anything on him.

Aik just looked around the house, making note of where all the important rooms seemed to be. Bathroom, living room, bedrooms, kitchen. He paused once he found the kitchen.

For some reason, Aik thought it would be a good idea to get a head start on cooking even though he had never kicked once before. He had watched Percy cook a few times.

Aik went to the fridge and found some eggs. He brought them to the stove and studied it. Gas stove, he could turn that on. He found a pan and put it on the stove.

"Well how hard can this be," Aik said to himself, taking an egg. He carefully tried breaking it in the pan with his hands. He flinched slightly as the shell cracked.

The egg landed in the pan, no shell, by some miracle. The yolk had broken but Aik didn't really care.

Aik pumped his fist and turned on the stove. Scrambled egg wasn't so bad for the first try. He grabbed something to mix with and stirred the egg while it cooked. But he quickly realized something was missing when the egg stuck to the pan too much.

"Shit, didn't Percy use butter or oil?" Aik turned off the stove and went on a hunt for another ingredient. Toothpick seemed to be out of butter, but Aik did find a big plastic bottle of oil.

Aik scraped the pan into the trash, added some oil, and then went to crack a new egg. But his robotic arm twitched at a bad time and half of the egg and shell ended up on his face. The other half was in the pan.

Aik grumbled, wiping his face off with a paper towel. He didn't realize Toothpick was watching him now, he was too focused on his task.

Aik cleaned the pan and went to try again, but in his frustration got oil on his robotic arm. "Damn it…" Aik kept his oil soaked hand far away from the stove. "Wait, should the stove be on first?" He turned on the stove with his flesh hand and grabbed an egg with his robotic hand.

His robotic hand immediately popped the egg.

Toothpick snorted. Aik gasped in surprise and whirled around, the oil on his arm touching the flames of the stove and lighting up his robotic arm.

"Are you kidding me?!" Aik huffed.

Toothpick burst out laughing. "Hang on, let me get the baking soda!"

Aik grumbled and grabbed a rag to smother the fire while Toothpick doused it in baking soda. It was out before too long, Aik's arm wasn't very flammable anyway.

"Sorry, I'll replace the eggs…" Aik muttered, mortified and frustrated.

"Don't worry about it, kid, they were gonna expire soon anyway," Toothpick chuckled. "How about I teach you how to make eggs instead?"

Aik pulled his hood over his head as an attempt to hide his face and how uncomfortable he was. "Sure…" He sighed.

Toothpick got a clean pan and a much more reasonable amount of oil in it. "Do you want to talk about Percy?"

"Not really," Aik said, watching Toothpick.

"What do you plan to do now?" Toothpick asked, taking his time making the eggs to show Aik how to do it.

"I don't know, continue in fight rings I guess…"

"That's no life for you, kid. Take my advice, get work elsewhere."

"I wouldn't know where to look," Aik sighed.

"I do. Actually. I have a contact who would be interested in someone like you. He's called Boss. He treats his employees very well," Toothpick explained.

"Boss?" Aik was skeptical.

Toothpick nodded, putting the finishing touches on the eggs. "Since I'm now off today, maybe I can take you down to meet him?"

"I. Uh. Maybe."

"Sounds like a plan. Ha, maybe I should call you Two Egg instead," Toothpick joked.

"You do that and I call you Weak Punch," Aik retorted.

"Failed Chef."

"Twig man."

"Fire arm."

"Dentist's worst nightmare."

Toothpick laughed.

Aik smiled slightly. He was feeling better about the whole egg mishap now.

"Okay okay, come on TwoBit, eggs are done." Toothpick led Aik over to the table with two plates of scrambled eggs.

The two of them ate pretty quietly, and Aik's mind wandered. He thought over the events of the past 24 hours, and he let out a silent hope that Kayla and her family would be okay, and the rest of the cult.

And then he focused his mind on Dib. He was the focus and he try not to worry about people he'd never see again. He'd think of them occasionally.

It wouldn't be until 2023 that Aik found out how Kayla and her family did after the cult. As soon as they were no longer needed for legal procedures, the Shepherds divided up the rest of Percy's funds among the cult members and everyone relocated far away.

Kayla got to live a fairly normal life following the cult, her family moved far enough away that no one recognized her from the news and her parents were able to get decent jobs.

She grew up, got married to a nice woman, and they adopted a kid together. But she never forgot her friend, Red Shadow.

[recoiloperated]

Long under the cut

It was awful, Talisman thought.

Him and the dozen or so other heroes had been losing ground for hours, the creatively named "Necrolord" (gee, I wonder what his power is) just kept raising the dead and flinging their corpses at them. A few C class heroes had been killed already, and more than a few "retired" had shown up when if became obvious that you were losing, and badly, the fresh infusion had slowed, but not stopped the horde. Saberina had even shown up... She had *just* given birth to her first kid just a few weeks ago.

Jack had said her husband nearly went feral when she left, and it had taken a significant amount of effort to get him and their daughter aboard the Oracle for safety with everyone else's spouses. You could fight better when you weren't worried about your husband or wife...

Talisman flinched as another hero was grabbed and pulled under, his cries as the horde tore him apart reduced the already waning hope of the heroes...

They weren't going to win, talisman thought. This bastard had figured out exactly when the living infinite was going to be off defending Earth in the tournament, and had planned probably for years for this moment... No way the first S class villain sense flamberge would just suddenly arise and massacre a whole city so conveniently when there was no one left who could actually stop him...

Talisman gripped his hand cannon tighter, his ability to manipulate probability meant he never missed, not unless the target could actively defend themselves like flamberge, or were just immune to the effects of his bullets like Luke.

He knew he had riddled the villain with several magazines, but the bullets seemed to have no effect on him. And each member of the horde took several headshots to kill. Just when he thought it could not possibly get any worse, the overpowered twobit discount human necronomicon pulled back and started laughing, "Why, look at what we have here if it isn't the original, Flamberge! Come to join the consortium's final defeat?" Talisman turned in horror to watch the brightly colored Landskenecht themed super villain in all his over-the-top glory, his eponymous, nearly 6 ft long flametongued great sword slung jauntily across one shoulder as he swaggered up from behind us. He didn't say a word until he was standing between all of us and necrolord... Then his mouth opened and the horrible brazen bell of his voice rung out-

****

Those those bastards! I told Luke he should let me come clean to the rest, Now all of those idiots, mine beautiful bride, the love of my life, the mother of my daughter included. I had handed Emily off to Luke's wife Tiffany, the instant I realized where I was, and I almost grabbed that rat bastard jack as he teleported down to the battlefield with MY WIFE.

THAT WAS FINE! ABSOLUTELY FINE! I'LL JUST GET THERE MYSELF.

I absolutely tore through Oracle station, I had given Luke both my sword and my old costume. They had to be around here somewhere. Probably his room. It took me a couple of minutes to find, You would think the most powerful, nay immortal superhero of all time would live in some glorious manor aboard his private space station, but no. Luke had to be this little thing called humble and contrite. So he lived in a simple, little apartment that was actually smaller than the one my wife and I had. If I hadn't known him for so many years, I would have assumed it was some kind of affectational false modesty. Unfortunately, he was just legitimately a really good guy...

I did feel kind of guilty breaking in, but not extremely. Mother of my children endangered, You know.

Actually, that's not the best way to think about it... Yeah, Minerva was definitely in mortal danger, but this lunatic had killed tens of thousand in minutes and was rolling directly towards a major metropolitan area with millions...

As much as I loved my wife, I don't think she would forgive me if I sacrificed them for her, and I don't think I could forgive myself either...

I shook myself from my reverie and looked around.

Spartan, adorned with only pictures of his wife and children, comfortable but not fancy furniture with indistinct food stains. That said they probably were second hand? This man is flying around defending Earth from horrors beyond imagination, with a multi-trillion dollar space station, sitting on a goodwill couch from 1991, playing video games on an a GameCube.

But I don't have infinite time to think about how utterly ridiculous. Friend is, the benefits of my powers are many faceted, and it has applications very far from heeheehoohoo sword go shing!

I altered the walls, roof, and floors refractive index to make them invisible briefly, and he has a secret lair. That's more on brand from *the* Overpowered superhero. I grabbed the hidden lever and it swung open, walls covered in monitors, all tuned to various news outlets, other cameras that appear to be from consortium drones or spy satellites recorded as well.

You could tell how bad it was by the fact that the news helicopters were so far away. You could really only see the approximate colors of the superheroes outfits, my own wife in her blazing white and blue glinted at the very front, hewing like a mad woman...

For the briefest moment, my heart was in my throat with mixed terror and pride.

But then the devious side of me started picking up clues. Whoever this Mook was, he might be an S class in power but his tactics sucked. He was trying some kind of lion versus antelope tactic where he tried tried to target the weakest heroes first, which if you don't have the power to take on, the more powerful ones head on is a good call. But this guy could have easily rolled over Talisman by sheer for some bodys. Luck only goes so far, and the minute the good luck charm dies, everyone else would fold like a camp chair. What an idiot! I relaxed a little, but not too much. I still needed my gear...

Of course, Luke was far too humble for a trophy room. So I found my old costume and my sword in a rubbermaid under bed storage container, the label was handwritten.

I had almost forgotten exactly how garish and brightly colored my red, gold, and blue outfit was. I wish I had spent the money to get something different just in case something like this happened. But I need to stress exactly how rare S class metahumans are, two in a generation is virtually unheard of, three has never happened in recorded history- and I wanted to use money that I had actually earned to buy my new gear, I wasn't going to dip into my villain slush fund. I was using that for better things at the moment.

I was leaving in full regalia whenever Tiffany showed up holding my little Emily, eyes wide in shock and terror.

"Keep my baby girl safe" I said as I slipped around her.

See, getting onto Oracle station was really hard. Technically I could have just zipped through the wall, but that would leave a flamberge shaped hole in it, and while Oracle station had an impressive self-reparability, I didn't want to do that much damage. I also didn't want to terrify anyone else.

So I used the same trick on myself that I had used on the walls, changing the refractive index of my skin, blood, muscle, and organs to match that of air.

I slid through the corridors looking for one of the airlocks, again. It didn't exactly take me long. Oracle station is very well designed, and has many ways to escape during an emergency.

In this case I just needed to take a walk.

See, currently the only person in the entire universe actually knows the full extent of my power is Luke. I kept pretty strictly to physical feats, or things that could be passed off as physical feats as flamberge, but but aside from invisibility, seeing through walls, and melting locks? Technically I could also fly. And considering that I can alter the material property of air and myself, I can fly at supersonic speeds completely silent. Or in this case, reenter the the atmosphere without a fireball. Holding my breath was interesting. Even with my ability to flawlessly seal my lips and breathe carbon dioxide... Your body still thinks it's wrong to not breathe for so long- I wonder how Luke does it?

I traded momentum for mass and plummeted towards the northwest United States at the speed of a meteor, using my power to slide silently and invisibly towards the location of the battle, the spare few minutes of my drop were nerve wracking. I had no information on what was happening, or if anyone had been injured or killed...

Finally, I landed softly behind the heroes lines. I took the quarter second needed to flex the air between me and the news choppers, and slid back into the visible spectrum.

The reaction wasn't instant, I lagged behind. So the horde of zombies was centrally controlled. Good to know. The brain was even kind enough to show himself. "Why, look at what we have here if it isn't the original, Flamberge! Come to join the consortium's final defeat?" It took a lot of skill to make the air muffle his voice. Most people thought I was dead, I liked it that way.

I strode past the line of horrified heroes and threw out my chest, altering my vocal cords, diaphragm and the air I was exhaling to get my old trademark voice, "My, aren't you a confident one." My voice sang out, like thousands of brass bells. "And why Should I join forces with you?"

He answered with a stereotypical cackle- like- he actually said "Muahahaha!" Really. You can't make this up.

He went on some big monologue about the corruption of the Consortium, how they were the real evil, Ect. Ect. I didn't listen.

I pulled a bottle out, took a drink, passed it to my wife casually, checked a watch I wasn't wearing, tested the edge of my sword with my thumb, and poured some fake gravel out of my boot while he prattled on and on and on. True believer villains were so predictable and dumb. And dangerous.

After he finally finished I glanced up and tilted my head at him. "I'm sorry, you kind of lost me after you actually said 'muahahahaha'. Could you repeat that?" For a second I thought he might actually do it. Like a full five seconds, silver sky above. He was full of himself. Instead he pointed at me and did the one thing that was worse. He said "Join me and together we can rule this planet as" -he paused, I assume to think of something to take the place of 'father and son' I waved my hand at him, getting him to pause "Child," I said, dropping my brazen tone for a disappointed father's "if I wanted to rule this planet I would. I don't, even if I did, my wife would kill me." He's spluttered for a second. "Did you retire for a woman?" His voice cracked. "Don't be ridiculous." I said "i met her a few years after I retired. I retired because the only way to stay active would have meant becoming something I really didn't want to be. See, I mostly did the whole super villain thing because I was a stupid, edgy teenager with superpowers." I shrugged.

"So if you're not here to help me, then what? Do you just want to watch me crush them?"

"Oh, I'm here to help. Just not you." And I moved.

*****

Talisman heard him say it, but it took longer to process than it really should have, by the time he fully comprehended what it just happened- Flamberge had already closed with the necromancer and hit him with a mighty blow, sending him tumbling, nearby a dozen zombies exploded.

"Fall back" he said, his voice hoarse and thin. "I don't think there's much we can do here anymore."

Jack took a few minutes to move everyone up to the Oracle.

Someone got a monitor setup broadcasting from one of the spy satellites while caduceus looked us all over. Flamberge wasn't really visible, in his place. Was a humanoid glare, wrapped entirely in bright white light battling the necromancer while they both flew through the air. Talisman looked over at the others, they were all white as sheets. Everyone knew that flamberge wasn't supposed to be able to fly. So, either all of their intelligence was wrong, or that wasn't flamberge at all...

******

This guy was actually pushing me, like, I was actually needing to try. Not hard, it's just I have never really had to try.

The first thing he did after I hit him was float up into the air and start cackling about how I couldn't fly.

I have to admit, the look on his face as I ran up an invisible staircase to Hit him was 100% worth it.

As the rest of the heroes finished their retreat, I noticed that one of the helicopters was starting to get a little bit bold. It was going to see through the blurring lens I had in a couple of seconds... I needed something different- I thought wasn't too hard. Emissivity and reflectivity are both material properties, a quick alteration of my skin and clothes had me reflecting enough light to dazzle the cameras.

It's also caused Captain cliche to recoil in pain...

You know, a necromancer attacking in Washington State under heavy cloud cover...

Probably should have expected light to hurt them. He's so cliche. He's actually injured by radiant damage. Wow.

I redoubled my attack, now staggered and burned by the light, it was almost farcically easy. I had him on the ropes, each blow dropping hundreds of his thralls as I burned through his reserves. But then he got desperate.

******

The bolt of black lightning caught whoever the hell that was in the chest and drove them to the ground hard enough to make a crater.

Talisman looked at the barely recovered heroes- "we might need to go ba-" he tried to say, before one of the surviving D classes pointed and shouted "look!"

******

ow Ow OW! My limbs felt like electric fire and my heart beat like a drum. I'm pretty sure if I hadn't made myself like adamantine that would have fried me. I drug myself out of the hole I had dug with my face and glared at the bastard.

The light I was reflecting - a dim amount from an overcast sky - made him smoulder. What was I doing messing around hitting him with a *sword.*

I held my blade up and focused....

******

Talisman watched the clouds disappear as the individual raised their sword and everything but a single line on the screen go pitch black. only for the auto gate to slowly filter down the image, a single beam of pure silver light blazed down, hundreds, then thousands of burning zombies and a single, black form slowly burning away again and again- then nothing.

Just a large, glowing crater where the Villain had been. "Who the hell is this guy"

******

I staggered out of the crater, not because I was weak or hurt, but because lava is shockingly both sticky and slippery. I got half way up before thinking "oh, I can just fly..."

Habits are hard to break.

The helicopters were now coming in much closer, but that wasn't an issue, I was still glowing.

I turned and looked at the approaching choppers, waved, and left at in a single, instant acceleration to hypersonic speeds.

I went home first, a shower and a change of clothes, then I jumped up to the Oracle.

It had been about ten, maybe fifteen minutes since I wrapped up. They were still all in the med bay, a loud argument about who exactly had just helped them was basically all the talking happening, and almost everyone was in on it, those that weren't were staring dumbfounded at the news replays of the end of the fight, pundits already spewing conjecture about who the hell I was.

Except my wife, she was sitting on a bed, Emily in her lap, the small silver flask she had given me for our anniversary in her hands.

I walked over to her and hugged her, she was stiff at first, then she returned the hug, I felt her hand slide the flask back into my pocket as she nuzzled into me. "We can talk about it later" I whispered to her.

I felt her nod against me.

In your time as a hero you fought many enemies and made many friends. As you are fighting your strongest opponent yet you are on the brink of defeat, when unexpected backup arrives. You thought your friends came to your aid, but are surprised to find your past enemies fighting by your side.

[tuffsunsets]

Summer headcanons for the gang

Summer in Tulsa can be brutal. Its gets up past 100° early in June and stays there until well into September. But the boys have their ways of coping

-Pony and Johnny like to hang out at the library or movie theatres, as they not only have AC but things to keep them from getting too bored

-Its known all over town that the cute boys at the DX like to stick their heads in the drink coolers. Some people may or may not time their trip to the gas station to around this time for a good look at their butts

-Darry turns the prettiest tan color. Unfortunately, he also has the worst workers tan

-Johnny likes to sleep in his porch during the summer because the breeze is nice

-Twobit always picks up the gang for random drives around the city with the windows down. Charlie horses are the common way of deciding who gets to sit where

-Dally cant stand sleeping at Buck's during the summer because he always wakes up sweat sticky since theres no breeze through the house. If he cant be bothered to find another place to crash, hes been known to be found sleeping in the back of one of the broken down trucks parked outside or up on the roof

-All of the boys have made use of the 'underwear in the freezer' trick

[hideousvampire]

ok rant time im including stuff i put in the tags of og post

I WANNA TALK ABOUT RUDY FIRST BC THERES LESS ABOUT HIM BC HES NEWER

basically nothing about him besides he likes motorcycles

his design is based off of a childhood dog i forgot the breed of

i think he'd most likely be in the shepherd gang rather than the main greasers💀

hes not too familiar with the main greasers

if he were to call any of them his friend it would be steve or twobit

rudys probably off that za idk

he really really likes that motorcycle he loves it more than his mother

i think Rudy's either 16 or 17 i havent decided

he chill

he somehow gets out of getting jumped every day or something

OK TIME FOR LESLEY!!!!!!

lesley is infact, a boy

his parents wanted to name their 2nd kid after lesley gore and unfortunately got a boy

but then again hes originally from australia and lesley/leslie is a unisex name there sooo

in desperate need of a haircut

he moved to cali when he was 10

lesley had an older sister named raegen and shes like 20-something

lesley has white forelock and so does his sister except shes got the addition of vitiligo

lesley doesnt really do karate

he does at some point but he isnt that into it as everyone else

lesley the type of guy to know everyones secrets(he does)

he doesnt tell anyone SHIT though

basically the only person he doesnt know anything about is daniel so he doesnt like daniel

lesley USED to be friends with the cobras (mainly dutch and jimmy bc i love dutch and jimmy)

theyre not as close as before bc of the whole karate thing and bc they got popular

lesleys no exactly popular but like. people know himq

semi-popular ??

dutch eventually gets him into karate but he quit before daniel got there

he doesnt talk to daniel a lot

like the only times he talks to him is if daniel talks to him first

or ONE time while he was at work (he works at a record store!!)

daniel never went there again bc lesley told him the cobras go there frequently

ALSO lesley is a doo-wop fan i fear (projecting)

lesley likes aliens and shit

lesley probably rich

i think hed be rich

OK COBRA KAI ERA LESLEY!!!!'(hes still there)

hes a forensic pathologist (he does autopsies)

lesley finally got a haircut❤️

hes still rich

lesley adopted a silly lil girl (shes like 12)

still friends with dutch and jimmy even though ONE OF THEM... is in jail

still does karate for whatever reason (boredom)(his daughter spontaneously started having an interest in karate)(he wont tell her no)

i forgor his daughters name ❤️

my two only fandom ocs that i will probably never speak of again (lie)

lesley is a karate kid oc and rudy is the outsiders

[illuminated-in-darkness]

#flint: sacrifices suck but are an unfortunate consequence of the pursuit of the greater good#silver: if the weight of the sacrifices is larger than the value of the greater good then the greater good is not worth it#flint views sacrifice as a general would; theyre an unfortunate but necessary part of war#silver views sacrifice personally. each loss of life was a person who should have lived and he feels that keenly.#even when its people he doesnt personally know he feels the weight of their spilled blood. and he can handle it when its people he#hasnt let into his heart but when he realises that flint and madi view themselves as being of the same sacrificeability as every twobit#pirate or former slave.... thats more than silver can bear.#and neither he nor flint are right! neither of them are wrong!!! its simply a matter of different priorities#do you prioritise the individual people you love? or do you prioritise the end game? the greater good?#at what point does the cost of achieving the greater good become more than you are willing to pay?#that point came much sooner for silver than it did for flint.  (via @bundibird)

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