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The Reaping

So... I wrote a thing... Hope you all enjoy! Tell me what you think too! Who's POV do ya'll wanna see next?

Ponyboy grumbled to himself as he forced himself to keep his back straight, he couldn’t even stuff his hands in his pockets or cross his arms. He was dressed in his best clothes and he was surrounded by a bunch of kids his age for the annual reaping for the hunger games. It always made him anxious whenever the reaping came around. He probably had a reason to be this anxious, given that ever since Two-Bit, one of Ponyboy’s best friends, was reaped four years ago it felt like every year one of Ponyboy’s closest friends were reaped.

And this year, only he and Sodapop stood with the rest of the district teens and kids.

He took a deep breath, letting his hands hang limply at his sides as he resisted the urge to turn around to look for his older brother. He’d been told he wasn’t supposed to do that, he was 13 now.

Their mayor was standing up on the stage of the district building, a grim smile on his face. Ponyboy wondered if he was trying to reassure himself or the children standing in front of him, and one of the peacekeepers made some motion.

“Thank you everyone for coming,” Ponyboy fought off a scowl as their mayor stepped up to start talking. It wasn’t like he, like anyone, had a choice in being here. Ponyboy tilted his head to stare at the ground, he needed to to keep his face from scowling at their mayor.

He ignored most of what their mayor said, it wasn’t like it was any important to Ponyboy. It was just the history of how the hunger games had come to be, and why it was important that it happened every year.

How it was a reminder for everyone that the Capital was in control.

At least, that last thought was what Two-Bit had said. The games were just so that the districts knew that the capital had all the control. He’d been drunk that night, and Darry had sent Ponyboy to bed soon after that, not that Ponyboy actually got any sleep that night. Two-Bit had scared him that night, with his words and with how drunk he was. It was soon after Two-Bit’s games, and he hadn’t been coping well… or at least, that’s what Sodapop had said.

“And now, without further adieu, ladies first.” Ponyboy looked up, watching with sharp eyes as their Mayor turned, walking towards the left side of the stage where a glass bowl sat, filled with tiny slips of paper with all the names of the girls, aged twelve to eighteen.

Ponyboy’s hands felt cold, and no matter how many times he rubbed his thumb over his skin, they didn’t warm up. He clasped his hands behind his back, maybe they would warm up. He wished he could be next to Sodapop, his brother always knew how to warm Ponyboy’s hands up. It would also help ease some of the anxiety running through him, having his brother next to him.

Their mayor picked up a slip of paper from somewhere in the center of the bowl, not wasting any time. He walked back towards the microphone, unfolding the slip of paper without any preamble. Ponyboy watched his face fall and he wondered, briefly, if the mayor was close with her.

“Amelia Johnson.” Ponyboy didn’t know who that was, but a girl started to move as another girl started crying.

A girl with dark skin, that reminded Ponyboy of Johnny, and dark brown hair braided down her back was walking up towards the stage. She must have been fifteen or so. Ponyboy wondered who she was to the mayor, who already looked like he was mourning her. She was thin, maybe from the poorer side of the district, and she was small.

The mayor had shaken her hand when she reached him at the microphone, and there was a look of resignation on the girl's face. The girls were silent as ‘Amelia’ stared out at the crowd. Ponyboy was close enough that he could see that her eyes were a dark green.

“And now, for the boys.” Ponyboy’s heart was beating harshly in his chest, hard enough that it nearly actually hurt. His hands were still cold, and rubbing them together behind his back wasn’t helping any.

Their mayor grabbed a slip from the center of the bowl before moving back to the microphone.

“Ponyboy Curtis.” Ponyboy’s heart stopped.

Around him, he could hear people talking, and it took someone touching his arm for him to realize that his name had been repeated. He turned, noticing that the crowd had parted a little, and he was beginning to walk towards the aisle to walk up towards the stage.

He removed his hands from behind his back as he started down the aisle, his heart was racing in his chest again.

“I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!” Ponyboy spun around at the sound of his brother’s voice, eyes widening as Sodapop ran out into the aisle, eyes wide with fear and shaking hands thrown out at his sides.

“No… No Soda, no…” Ponyboy was shaking his head, and everyone around them was talking. Murmurs passed around as their mayor exclaimed in shock something that he didn’t hear. He was too focused on his brother, who was running down the aisle towards him.

“Pony, go to Darry,” Sodapop told him, when he was close enough.

“No… NO!” Ponyboy had moved and had wrapped his arms around his brother, but his brother wasn’t letting him and someone was grabbing his arms and pulling him away. “No!” Ponyboy shouted, his legs kicking out as his brother turned and continued towards the stage. His stride was strong, but Ponyboy could see that his brother’s hands were shaking.

Sodapop didn’t know what he was doing.

“No! NO! Let me go!” Ponyboy kicked out again, and arms tightened around him. 

“Ponyboy, shut up.” A hand covered his mouth and Ponyboy kicked backwards as Steve tightened his hold. “Little shit.” Steve exclaimed in pain; Ponyboy didn’t care. What he cared about was that his brother had just volunteered to go into the games, and Ponyboy didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to think. He wanted his brother. Ponyboy wanted his brother and Steve was still carrying him away, and they were in the crowd of spectators now, and Ponyboy couldn’t see Sodapop anymore.

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For your Wretched AU

What is the gangs favorite things to do? Together and separated / with their best friends?

Ooh good question!

Pony and Johnny like flying over Tulsa together-it’s pretty fun for them and it’s a way for them to both defuse, just soaring over the clouds, away from humans and away from everyone else. They also watch the sun set over the clouds and it’s so incredibly amazing to them. Another thing is since Johnny is dream bound, on occasion he’ll enter Pony’s dreams and try to make things better in there. It’s painful for him to do so and he can’t do it every night, but most nights he does and he manages to repair Pony’s dreams

Pony and Soda both are able to run super fast (I dunno, “speed of light”, Pony being light bound, Soda being electric bound…) so they just like to have races and contests to see who can run the fastest between two areas lol

I’m very big on the “Dally and Darry best friends” train, and Darry and Dally are both huge, being half gryphon and half dragon respectively, so sometimes they just prowl around at night and go for walks. Darry has to restrain Dally from going on rampages and stuff but it’s not that hard. Dally also makes glass sheets and Darry makes stuff out of them. Darry sold one once and split the money with Dally-that’s how he got his second job as a glass blower

Ace and Steve (my beloveds 😭🫶🏻) are twins in this AU and are metal bound-but all metal bound either specialize in electricity regulation or heat regulation. They both work at the DX together with Soda, and Steve is based off the Brazen Bull, so he can melt and meld blocks of metal and make things out of them-so he makes car parts and Ace helps to jumpstart and repair cars because she conducts electricity, and if Soda were to do it himself he’d blow up the car probably-so she takes small voltages off of him to help jumpstart cars

Two Bit and his little sister Kit are both imps-but how some imps are based off goats? Two kinda is based off a hyena and his sister is based off a coyote. Two sometimes takes her out-he had to teach her how to fly, and that was interesting. He literally threw her off a building expecting her to “let instinct take over” but he had to swoop down and save her lmfao

The Curtis brothers loveeee snuggling. Since Darry’s so big and is fire bound, he ends up being the one they all snuggle into. He can also heat his body up significantly so he jsut heats himself up and Pony/Soda snuggle into him. Buncha cuties lol-

That’s all I have time for :( I LIVE for getting asks about this-feel free to send any other questions!!! <3

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@witchyleehibernates ask and ye shall receive (sorry for taking so long lmao)

These are all modern au btw bc all my outsiders headcanons are even tho some are applicable to the correct timeline

Steve:

BAND KID STEVE

cannot fucking do long division

Probably takes 2 AM showers

Has broken every bone in his body at least one tbh

Smokes weed lmaoooo (again don't do drugs unless you need to)

If he gets sick then it's everyone else's problem bc he either refuses to lay down or just complains

Eats so much bacon

Not the class clown but he's definitely that one kid who everyone thinks is funny bc he acts up in class

Allergic to cucumbers (it just makes sense)

Bro was that one 4th grader with braces who everyone thought was cool

Sodapop:

Still a ladies man

Weaponizes his homosexuality

Wears converse every single day

In college prep classes but in Honors Shop bc he's good with his hands (ifykyk)

Definitely watches anime but would rather die than be a weeb

likes cringy-ass snapchat spotlight videos

Every time anyone says something even REMOTELY intelligent he responds with 🤓👆

Still the best big brother

Drives Pony everywhere

Was besties with the horse girl in elementary school and helped her make a lot of friends bc he's a sweetheart

Uses his locker for a snack locker bc he's a bigback

ALRIGHT I'M IN CLASS RN SO I'M ENDING IT HERE but lmk which outsiders you want next!! also feel free to reblog or comment with ur headcanons

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Merry Christmas Ponyboy...

A Very Outsiders Christmas Masterlist -> Here!

Synopsis: Merry Christmas Ponyboy, I brought you tra... TRAUMA!

Tags: Angst, no comfort, cry about it, stay sad, never forget, double seppuku, au where the book happens in december, future letter to Ponyboy included, reader is called Dolly.

"STOP, PLEASE STOP! HE'S JUST A KID!" Ponyboy shouted as they ran towards the sound of gunfire, nearly tripping as they tried to stop Dally's attempt... They arrived too late, only to see him fall to his knees.

The sound of his gasping breaths mixed with the sound of him choking on his own blood and painting the snow red in his wake was deafening. "HE WAS JUST A KID!" A shrill scream sounded from the middle of the group as you ran forward, nearly slipping on the ice and snow that coated the road.

"HE WAS JUST A KID!!" You shouted again as you slid towards Dally and covered his body, getting shot yourself when a cop shot one last round. It connected with your lungs, popping both of them.

You looked at Dally, blood starting to pool in your mouth, fresh snow starting to fall just as it did during the rumble. "Dallas..." You coughed softly, blood splattering against the white snow, tainting it before it was covered up by more.

"Dallas... Why...?" He didn't answer as he looked at you, watching as the color drained from your face. "Was me and Pone not enough...?" Your eyes started to feel heavy, almost closing shut after your question.

He nodded his head as he put a hand on top of yours, looking up at Ponyboy... His eyes were filled with pain and regret. "Pony..." He whispered as his eyes fell closed shortly after he said the name of his friend, yours falling closed in eternal sleep shortly after his.

"Pony... We found something around the back of the tree, It's got your name on it..." Sodapop said, pulling Ponyboy out of his mind. The memory of that night still weighed heavy on his mind, why wouldn't it? He lost his 2 best friends and the only stable mother figure in his life after his own met her end on the tracks.

Pony looked up from his drink and raised an eyebrow before motioning for Soda to hand it to him. Soda looked at Darry for a moment before handing the little package to Ponyboy.

Labeled in neat handwrititng was a simple tag: "To Ponyboy... From Dally, Dolly, and Johnny". Ponyboy frowned softly as he stared at the tag. He then gently opened the gift, making sure to not rip the tag.

Inside was a jean jacket and a note. The jacket looked just like Johnny's and it smelled almost like Dally's colonge. He picked it up and gently put it on, seeing the bottle of colonge at the bottom of the box. Probably stolen as Dally always did steal his gifts.

Pony eyed the letter, trying to decide if it was okay to open it, or if he even wanted to open it given what had happened just a few weeks before. He shook his head and grabbed the note, tearing it open to see what was written in the note.

"Dear Ponyboy, Merry Christmas. Me, Dally, and Johnny pooled our money together to get you a good gift. This year we noticed that you always looked at Johnny's jacket and commented about getting it some patches. Well, we decided to get you your own so you can put as many patches on it as you want it, so enjoy it. Be good for your brothers, enjoy the season, we'll always be here for you. Sincerely yours, Dally, Dolly, and Johnny."

It was ironic... Truly, it was ironic. 3 friends got him something nice for Christmas, 3 close friends died on the same night, 3 familial friends weren't here to see. It was like an extra knife in the heart, a grim reminder about what he lost in the span of a few hours.

"Merry Christmas, Ponyboy... Merry fucking Christmas indeed..." Ponyboy whispered to himself as he leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes as he got lost in thought again.

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AWWWW ;-; ty ty ty <33

my names alaska and i brought chocolate cake :)

allow me to get awfully awfully sappy for a moment but i joined the outsiders fandom in march and i seriously did not expect to get many friends from it, however, ive met many, many amazingly incredible people on this site and so im gonna tag y’all individually lol

@butters-flower-mom - you’re honestly probably the mutual i’ve known the longest and in the south park fandom, you are probably the absolute best blog and more people in the fandom should strive to be like you. you’ve been there for me when i’ve really needed it and i cannot thank you enough for all you’ve done 💜

@every-single-day - you’re one of the kindest people i know on this site—every time you update with your chaos i immediately get to go and look at it and it makes me incredibly happy. you’re really funny and i love just yapping with you about random stuff—these past six or so months have been the absolute best and i have to thank you for it <3

@johnnycakesswitch - you make my absolute favorite headcanons ever and going back and reading some of our replies on older posts never fails to make me smile—i’m really glad that you shared this side blog with me so i would know who my 🎞️ anon was because you’ve always been so super kind to me. i love roleplaying with you and just talking about the musical age whatever else with you—you’re one of the sweetest people in this fandom and i wish more people were like you

@outsider06 - i love talking with you so much—you’re a very down to earth person and i literally love your art so much. you’re so incredibly sweet and you’re always there for me and i absolutely cannot thank you enough for your words and your kind nature—your compliments about my albinism also have seriously stuck with me and i think back to it on my bad days. you’re an incredible person and don’t you forget that 🌷

@nexternalknowsthingz - i literally love your blog so so much-not just your art, but your headcanons and your ideas as well <3 i loved ranting with you about aus and just reblogging back ahd firth about our silly headcanons and thoughts-your compliments on my own art are some of the sweetest i’ve received and im really so incredibly grateful to call you a friend. you’re an incredible person.

@your-unfriendlyghost - i dunno if you’re okay with me tagging you/calling you a mutual (if you’re not lmk and i’ll delete this part) but i love reading your replies to some of my posts-i love your blog as well, not just your art, but your headcanons and writing never disappoints—you’re real talented :)

@alittlebitofloveliness - dude. you are by far one of the most down to earth people in this fandom. your fanfics and headcanons are absolutely amazing-you’re very talented! your blog makes me think of a warm and safe space where everyon can reside and i strive to be like that too. you’re so sweet and talented and im very very glad i met you. your kindness doesn’t go unseen, believe me.

@witchyleehibernates i love your aus so so much—and i love when im able to talk to you about mine too! talking with you is just extremely fun and i love doing it :) i could seriously talk to you all day-i love your content and im glad that we’re friends!

@lasagna482 - oh my goodness you’re the absolute sweetest. whether it’s letting me vent or just rambling about silly fandom things, talking to you is such an incredible treat ahd every time we do get to talk, i feel extremely grateful and happy to have you as a friend. i hope there are more conversations we can have in the coming future <3 thank you for always being there for me

i believe that’s it? but yeah, i love all of my mutuals so much and im sorry to get sappy but i owe y’all a lot for always being here and putting up with me, haha. thank you for the tag, @garbage-creature, ily 💜

Happy Mootsgiving, everyone!

So, technically, I know Thanksgiving is an American holiday… history… yadda yadda. However, this is not Thanksgiving.

This is Mootsgiving, and what I say goes ‘cause this is my holiday. Anyway! Mootsgiving is all the basic ideas of Thankgiving but better because I’m great like that.

I just wanted to show everyone how grateful I am, since gratefulness is a key principle of Thanksgiving.

I want all my moots from different countries to be able to have the picture-perfect movie-esque Thanksgiving of being surrounded by friends and family with all the care and love and gratefulness that can be poured into a single human. And, as the ever-dramatic Runar, what better way to do that than to organize a huge event?

So! Rules!

State what food you brought

State one thing you’re thankful for

My name is Runar, I brought the eggnog, and I’m grateful for each and every one of you 💗🫶

Really sappy and really long paragraph/speech under the cut!!

Soooo… to start off my big long speech… *clinks my fancy wine glass that’s filled with a mysterious substance* (It’s eggnog)

When I first started this blog, it was off a whim. I wanted to do something, something that involved putting my work out there, as I was just starting out. I wanted to mean something. In any sort of way, I wanted to leave a sort of mark. Not just any mark, though, no. I wanted to add a bit of joy, a spark of life that comes from creativity, and adding words and love into the space we occupy on this floating rock in space.

I wanted to write because it made me happy, and I wanted there to be a possibility of someone who was who got joy from reading to maybe stumble upon it, and get joy from me. Get joy from something I was able to provide for them.

I was also incredibly lonely. I had no friends, I had nothing, pretty much. I didn’t talk much. I was reclusive. I was okay, but I was empty. I didn’t have a purpose. And while I wasn’t expecting much, nothing at all really, I was overjoyed at the prospect that maybe just one person would stumble upon something I wrote and for a moment of their day, maybe they got peace from it.

Maybe they felt a little less lonely. I would have been at peace with just knowing the possibility of it was out there. And then… it did. And I got more than I bargained for, even, I got a friend. My first friend.

From there, everything… clicked. Slowly, but ever so surely, things were falling into place. I was gaining something that had not even crossed my mind. A family.

So, my silly dream born from a whim became friends, connections, and family, it became life-altering. It had ups, it had downs, it had in-betweens. It was beautiful and messy and happy and sad and fucked up and so wonderfully… human?

Yeah, this is online, this is a silly mootsgiving idea I thought up three hours ago because I wanted people to know I love them.

But to someone who had nothing, this is everything. You are everything.

Even if we’ve only talked one time, you have a special place in my heart. The character growth has been… one hell of a ride. I’ve gone through many eras, and made new friends in each and every one of them. So, with the end of the year closing soon, I suppose in a way this is not just a silly mootsgiving.

My bigger end goal, really, was to make sure as we get to the end of this ear, you know how genuinely important this whole year has been to me. How important you have been. I got an anon ask,

What does it feel like to be wanted?

It was beautiful poetry. I replied, said I wouldn’t know what it feels like to be wanted. But really? I think maybe I do. I think it feels like having enough people that you love to organize and invite everyone to a huge event online, to write out this heartfelt paragraph and trust that at least one person will care enough to read it.

My beginning goal has changed so much, and not at all. My biggest purpose in life has been, and I think will always be, to add something into this world.

Creativity, joy, happiness, compassion, I want to ensure that no matter what, as long as you know me, you know you have one person on this earth who loves and cares about you with as much feeling that can physically be felt by one person without exploding into a bunch of tiny little runar pieces.

But moreso, I think maybe my goal has changed from wanting to put stories out there, to putting myself out there. I don’t want to write stories that are just fiction, just crafted ideas meshed together to create a blob of fiction.

I want to write pieces of myself into everything, which i think might genuinely be impossible to not do. I want my heart to pour out of my fingers into the things i type out for you, and i want to not only feel things, but to maybe make you feel something too. Something warm and fuzzy, something good, as good as you deserve.

Aaaaannnd…. to end this….

I love you guys, thanks for being here <3

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If Only, If Only; A Lullaby

Summary:

"Come on Pepsi-Cola, papa promised we could see real horses if we were good this week." Darry uttered when he noticed Sodapop had yet to move to pick up for bed. Sodapop turned his pout onto his brother, who immediately looked away. Cheryl laughed lightly as Ponyboy also mimed hiding his face against her shoulder completely. Sodapop sighed, though he did begin listening to his older brother, turning and beginning to gather his stuffed horses up into his arms. He even grabbed Ponyboy's stuffed rabbit that had a horseshoe stitched into the stomach up to hand to his younger brother when he was walking by. Cheryl decided not to tell him about the trail of horses behind him as he did so. Darry seemed to agree, as he snickered quietly to himself. It would at least wear Sodapop out a little, having to come running back and forth to carry all of them.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Fluff! Little kid Fic fluff for my Holes AU (which is talked about on my main blog)

Characters: Mrs. Curtis, Darry Curtis Jr., Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Darrel Curtis Sr.

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,083

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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"If only, if only, the wood pecker sighs," Cheryl sung quietly, smiling as there were matching groans from her eldest two sons, and a quiet squeal of excitement from her youngest.

"No mama, no, not yet!" Her oldest, Darrel Jr. cried out. He had water colors in front of him and it was clear he'd been doing something with it; Cheryl couldn't really see what he'd been attempting to paint from where she was leaning against the doorframe to the living room.

"More time?" Sodapop, her middle child, asked with wide eyes. He had a few of his horse plushies in front of him. Cheryl shook her head as her youngest pushed himself up and toddled towards her, eyes wide with excitement and happiness. Sodapop pouted, holding his current stuffed animal as close to his chest as he could, wrapping his arm around it as if she was going to take it away from him. "Please mama?"

"It's already nine, baby, aren't you tired?" She genuinely had to wonder. There were nights when her six year old was out by seven, and other nights when he was up until midnight, too hyper to be laid down. She always tried her best.

"No," Sodapop shook his head, though Cheryl could see that he was lying. His eyes were a little droopy, he was only half way turned towards her with one hand on the ground and one around his stuffed animal, and he was sucking on his lip a little. Little tells that Sodapop didn't know existed yet. Cheryl smiled, bending down to pick up her three year old, who nuzzled into her shoulder happily.

"Come on now you two, we can always play more tomorrow." She watched her eleven year old pout, though he did start moving to clean up; he'd been painting while her and Sodapop conversed, trying to finish whatever it was he was working on. Sodapop let his lip wobble a little, and Cheryl only smiled a little warmer.

"Come on Pepsi-Cola, papa promised we could see real horses if we were good this week." Darry uttered when he noticed Sodapop had yet to move to pick up for bed. Sodapop turned his pout onto his brother, who immediately looked away. Cheryl laughed lightly as Ponyboy also mimed hiding his face against her shoulder completely.

Sodapop sighed, though he did begin listening to his older brother, turning and beginning to gather his stuffed horses up into his arms. He even grabbed Ponyboy's stuffed rabbit that had a horseshoe stitched into the stomach up to hand to his younger brother when he was walking by. Cheryl decided not to tell him about the trail of horses behind him as he did so.

Darry seemed to agree, as he snickered quietly to himself. It would at least wear Sodapop out a little, having to come running back and forth to carry all of them.

……… ……… ………

"If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs," Cheryl sang as she rocked her youngest in her arms. "The bark on the tree was as soft as the sky." She was pacing the room, gently rocking her and Ponyboy side to side. Her baby was barely keeping his eyes open, but he was mouthing along to the song. "As the wolf waits below, so hungry and lonely, he cries to the moon, if only, if only."

"If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply; reflecting the sun and all that's gone by." Cheryl looked up sharply, nothing that Ponyboy was just a second behind her as Darrel sung from the doorway. Her husband, Darrey Sr., was smiling. His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorway, still in his work clothes. "Be strong my weary wolf; turn around boldly. Fly high, my baby bird, my angel my only."

"Papa," Ponyboy giggled, one arm reaching out for his father as Cheryl walked towards him. Ponyboy was at least tired enough that she knew that he would be out soon enough. There was no way for Darrel Sr. to rile up their youngest, not like their middle child at least. Not in any way that counted.

"Ja nu vienīgi, dzenis nopūšas, Koka miza bija mīksta kā debesis." He started to sing quietly as he took their youngest, pressing a kiss to Cheryls forehead as he began to pace the room. It was Cheryl's turn to watch as her husband put their youngest to sleep. "Kamēr vilks gaida lejā, izsalcis un vientuļš, Viņš raud uz mēnesi: Ja tikai, ja tikai."

Ponyboy was nearly out, and he had a big smile on his face as his weakly made a fist in his father's shirt, clinging to him as his eyes fluttered close. "Ja nu vienīgi, tad mēness nerunā nekādu atbildi; Atspoguļojot sauli un visu, kas pagājis." Darrel hummed as he rubbed Ponyboy's back, and Cheryl sighed as she turned at the excited gasp that Sodapop let out upon hearing their father.

"Esi stiprs, mans nogurušais vilks; drosmīgi apgriezies." Cheryl silently stopped Sodapop from making too much noise; unlike their father, Sodapop had a knack for waking Ponyboy up and riling him up. Too many missed naps led to that conclusion. "Lidojiet augstu, mans putnu mazulis, mans eņģelis, mans vienīgais." Cheryl picked Sodapop up and set him on her hip as they faced the room again to find Darrel gently tucking Ponyboy in bed.

"Someone is definitely excited your home," Cheryl commented quietly after her husband pressed a kiss to Ponyboy's forehead. Darrel looked up, a smile breaking out onto his face.

"Hey little buddy, whatcha' doin' up?" He asked, making sure that Ponyboy was for sure asleep before walking towards the two of them, happily picking Sodapop up from Cheryl's arms as they retreated from the doorway. They left Ponyboy's door ajar, a nightlight both in his room and in the hallway turned on as they walked back towards Sodapop's room.

He must not have been as asleep as Cheryl had thought.

"Not tired," Sodapop shrugged, his hands tightening on his father's shirt when they'd made it to Sodapop's room.

"I'm going to get ready for bed myself," Cheryl pressed a kiss to Darrel's cheek, smiling and ruffling Sodapop's hair when he made a noise of disgust with a quiet laugh before making her way down the hallway. Darrel had a knack for getting Sodapop to sleep in a way that Cheryl just didn't. She was more than happy to let him take over their little trouble maker.

[alaskan-wallflower]

Hiii, what's your favorite part about your The Wretched (?) au? Or whats something about it you are most looking forward to or excited about?

i literally love you rn oh my gosh

The Curtis brothers!!! I LOVE them, especially in this AU

We got fire bound gryphon Darry—I’m gonna ramble a moment but he’s like…really big—like the size of a house at least. Bigger, even. That’s because he’s half gryphon and needed up being that big (there afe other creatures that are that size—Dallas for example-Johnny in his true form, so it’s not too unusual—he built a cabin for himself when he got too big (when he was around sixteen was when he peaked) and ever since him and his dad had worked on the cabin. His first job is plowing areas (abandoned ones ofc) to make room for new buildings and structures that he helps build, so he kinda acts like a bulldozer ngl—but he also brings home cool things he finds for his cabin and his brothers. His second job is a glass blower-he makes statues and stuff. I was talking to @crow2222 and he mentioned that Darry made a tribute to his parents and I’m sticking with that-he makes furniture and even makes building skeletons sometimes. It’s kinda like pottery to him. He also makes gifts for his loved ones. He usually gets food from meat stands and stuff because they either haven’t been able to sell anything or it’s gone bad (I have a whole thing about gryphon anatomy I WILL ramble, but he’s immune to toxins like that is he’s fine-debating between making that a third job or just as a symbiotic way to get food while also helping out. He purrs when he’s happy tho-like house shaking purrs. That’s rare tho nowadays unless he’s with his brothers-he has fangs too tho! I did draw a pic of that (if you go to #gryphon!darry on here you’ll prolly find it lol)

Thennnnn electric bound hypogriff Soda! I originally had him as a pegasus but I decided to go with combining the whole “half bird mythical being” thing so we’re completing the trend—I figured I’d make him electric bound to complete the trend of “energy based bindings” (thermal for darry, electric for soda and light for pony) but ALSO so he can jumpstart cars sometimes—his electricity also comes with kinda being able to control weather? When he’s excited he sparks-when he’s mad you can obviously tell because again, he sparks. He stores electricity in his body but if it ends up being too much electricity he “overvolts” which basically means you don’t wanna touch him because you’ll get electrocuted due to the amount of electricity surging through his coat at that moment. He’s pretty much normal sized—a bit big because hypogriffs are kinda big but he’s not Darry’s sized or even close to that. He also semi controls weather-like he can clear storms but that either makes him pass out for days or sends him into overvolt.

Then light bound peryton Ponyboy! Perytons are half deer half bird so I decided to complete the trend lol-with Pony he ends up being pretty average sized-kinda big because he’s gonna end up a full grown peryton but again, he’s not anywhere near Darry’s size. For the half bird I wanna make him I’m thinking snowy owl? I dunno, I just have an image in my mind and all I can imagine is snowy owl. Anyway, he’s light bound ofc-his fur glows when he’s happy or upset or something and he can blind people if he wanted to but again that takes a LOT of energy and he just prefers not to unless it’s a genuine situation where he’s gonna end up dead otherwise. Perytons also cast the shadow of a man until they kill one, and I’ve talked about this a few times but on the train to Windrixville he finally sees his own shadow and that wrecks him for a good few months. If he’s not in the light (sunlight, moonlight, artificial light) for a while he’ll get deathly sick. Like he NEEDS some form of light, even if it’s burying a nightlight into his feathers and fur. His eyes also glow when he’s using his light bending abilities. His tears and blood do too—he can kinda store heat? But he acts more like a heating pad as opposed to like…a furnace. He can get warm but not like-hot. If that makes sense? His antlers and hooves are made up of prisms tho! So he’s kinda sought after for that…and when his antlers fully grow he has crystals dangling from them that he likes priding himself on. He also styles his hair so his little antler stubs are visible which scares Darry because it’s basically showcasing them to humans. He can be dangerous if he wants (by blinding people, he has razor sharp front talons, his antlers too-he has teeth that could snap bones. But he’s not dangerous. He does t want to be.

I love rambling guys 🙏

[alaskan-wallflower]

You know, I don't quite recall much information on the Curtis parents in you Wretched AU, do you have lore for them?

Yesssss I do have lore for them!!

So Mrs Curtis is an angel. She’s Pure bound (meaning she can bring good fortune and heal people…stuff like that.) and Mr. Curtis is Chaos bound, just like her sister Cynthia. So as we know Carolina (Mrs Curtis) had to mercy kill Cyn because she was bordering becoming an Unspoken One. So when she found out Mr. Curtis (who’s a gargoyle) was chaos bound she was obviously pretty nervous to get with him. But obviously in the end she did

They met because she used to be a club singer at a tavern. Mr. Curtis as one of those rare cases where he was chaos bound, but his father and siblings were too-though it was kind of “forced” since most of the time, The Celestials choose the elements that Wretched are bound to based off the life they’ve lived. But Darrel never wanted to be bad. He really didn’t. And whenever he was forced to do bad things he always just felt absolutely terrible for it. And after a while he just decided he didn’t want to keep living a life of chaos, so he gets kicked out of his home and eventually stays beside the tavern Carolina works at. He pretty much fell in love with her on sight but relations between those two elements are usually frowned upon because chaos bound are frowned upon regardless, but him being chaos bound and “corrupting” Carolina was a fear of her parents. So it’s some forbidden life type thing.

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