#au bits and bobs

[arkham-blurbs]

I'm Back Baby so I offer a list of the A-List and B-list Rogues in order of how they took on their mantle.

A-Listers

The Penguin: Oswald Cobblepot

Gotham City Butchers: Victor Zsasz

The Joker: Joker Luther

The Riddler: Edward Nashton

Mr. Freeze: Victor Fries

Bane: Bane

Two Face: Harvey Dent

Poison Ivy: Pamela Isley

Killer Croc: Waylon Jones

Catwoman: Selina Kyle

The Scarecrow: Jonathan Crane

Mad Hatter: Jervis Tetch

Harley Quinn: Harleen Quinzel

B-Listers

Calendar Man: Julian Day

Black Mask: Roman Sionis

Clayface: Basil Karlo

Man Bat: Kirk Langstrom

Baby Doll: Mary Dahl

The Ventriloquist: Arnold Wesker

Hush: Thomas Elliot

Fire fly: Bridget Pike

Holiday: Alberto Falcone

Anarchy: Lonnie Machin

[disgracedghostprincess]

Danny (the dandelion) brought back a core memory of me naming trees back in elementary/middle school XD so this is full on inspired by that

@cyucya their becoming my comfort duo I’m afraid

Also it felt nice to draw in pen again it’s been a while

Full page 👇

I also know of the pain of losing your plant friend, a lot of the trees I named got removed. At least my favorite one stayed for a while :D his name was Mr. Maple and me and my friend loved hanging around him during our lunch hour/recess.

Sonic Masterpost

I am steve meme

[luxurious-stallionlad]

Okay hear me out

Swap AU

Everybody is from new York, they're all like these tough guys right

And then Dallas is from Oklahoma and probably eats grass or some shit

[ask-the-diner]

Outsiders diner au ask blog let's FWEAKING go

Ok introduction

This is an ask blog for an au I made like.last year where the gang all work in a diner.yayyy

oh its also set in modern times

ermmmi know there's only like 5 in the pic but you can ask any character (the shepards, the socs, steve)

I don't really have rules just like,,don't be weird I guess

I'll try 2 post as much as I can

PLEASEE don't be afraid to send asks I'd really really appreciate it 🙏🙏🙏

Oh &also if ur interested in my old diner au art it's on my main account @glennquackmire

[maxiebearz]

Johnny Cade the type to have light up sketchers

“Awh man it’s really dark out”

“Don’t worry guys..” and then he stomps and his shoes glow 😭

[to-au-gift-trade]

The Outsiders AU gift exchange!

This event is managed and put together by one person.

Basically, the gist of it is that this is an event for people to get art, fics, or something else for their AUs (Alternate Universes) of The Outsiders! Fill out the form, and you'll be randomly paired up with someone (chosen by random wheel). You have a month to fill out your person's prompt if given. If a prompt is not given, just the AU, feel free to take liberty.

You do not have to keep it a secret unless you want to! Feel free to DM your person for questions, and if you want to keep it a secret, just DM me, and I'll ask them for you.

Main Event Tag: #outsiders AU gift trade 2025

Rules:

You have to be old enough to be on Tumblr at all to join. This means 13+. (Yes: Been 13 for say, a month. Yes: You're going to be 13 by sorting. No: You're 12 going on 13 in two months.) 

NSFW/Suggestive is allowed under certain terms:

You are over the age of eighteen. No less.

Your person is over the age of eighteen. No less.

Do not put NSFW/Suggestive under the main tag. Use #outsiders AU GT NSFT.

Be aware that there will be minors in this event.

No NSFW/Sug. of minor characters.

DM for issues: @to-au-gift-trade

Main: @always-devon

Dates:

March 10th: Submission Deadline

March 11th: Sorting and Assignments

March 31st: Start posting!

(Banner art by host!)

Form:

[awweshuucks]

HEAR ME OUT

ZOMBIE GREASERS

VAMPIRE SOCS

GUYS HEAR ME OUT GUYS PLEASE PLEA-

[glennquackmire]

Im so bored so here's more on them as tributes yayyy

The REAL victors

Idky it made me add one pic at a time lolol

[daryfromthefuture]

fanart for @rose-of-pollux 's "Ashen Pines"- AU! i'm totally invested in this fgwjgfj omg, doc's "i'm the most awful person to walk this earth" coupled with baby marty adoring him regardless is everything

[duckatruck]

I HAVE AN IDEA

Here me out, Outsiders au BUT BUT Ponyboy like Kenny Mccormick, except he tries to kill himself instead of randomly dying (sometimes he will randomly die by trying different choices), he keeps coming back but he's repeating the same day over and over again (aka the day Johnny stabbed Bob.), he eventually gives up and tried to tell the gang, but they laughed it off, so he whipped out a loaded gun, aka pulled the Kenny Mccormick and told them to try and fucking remember RIGHT, kills himself, comes back no one remembers.

He realizes the only way to break the loop is to stop the whole thing from happening in the first place, Johnny stabbed Bob but didn't kill him, they still run away, and the church fire happens, but Ponyboy gets Johnny out in time, almost killing himself in the process, but he's so messed up from everything else he tries to kill himself AGAIN, but this time it almost works, there was no coming back and he starts crying and saying sorry for everything he did. Everyone was obviously freaking out about the attempt people crying, upset confused. (You could choose how they found him because I have NO idea)

No one understands what he's talking about because Johnny and Dally DIDN'T die, he goes through a long process of telling them to shut up and listen to him because what he says is real and not fake and he can explain it in detail, in a way no one else could, everyone shuts up and listens to him, he tells everyone about the first one, how Johnny and Dally died, they all thought he was joking, Ponyboy gets upset and tells them all about his different attempts and how he WOULDN'T die, they all shut up and let him talk.

By the end of it, they are all horrified, some of them are crying(again), Ponyboy tells them about how he doesn't want to die anymore and how sorry he is for trying, Darry and Soda comfort him, after all that he finally feels like he will be okay again, he has Johnny and everyone else, and he is.

So, like A fix-it x immortal au of The Outsiders idk I just thought of this while staring at my ceiling

[decentishoutsidersthoughts]

Guys you aren't gonna believe this, I updated my fic

I worked on this like all of today I never want to touch a keyboard again

[sxdapopcurtis]

hi friends!! i wanted to share some writing i did tonight! i don’t consider myself a writer but im really proud of this!

a little while back @too-damn-good-for-growing-old and i chatted about a bandstand x the outsiders / vet soda au! in this au, soda and bob become friends across the pond through their shared love for music. this scene is based on the song “right this way”!! most lines in italics are lyrics from the song! i hope you enjoy!!

“and on the top — a rooftop garden

with a bandstand in the sky”

there is a train, it leaves the station at a quarter after five

and it's direct from union terminal

right there in public square

a quarter after five

and where does it arrive?

at grand central station

sodapop curtis stared with empty eyes down at the letter in his hands. he heard the chaos of his closest friends behind him, yelling, crying, and interrogating the poor man who broke the news to them. they won the state preliminary; they were supposed to be off to new york. they were supposed to make it directly to finals; they were supposed to get everything they wanted. soda stared at the teardrops on the paper he was given. they would need to front the money themselves. they would need to go through yet another round of eliminations. they would need to fight tooth and nail again just to secure their spot in the broadcast. this wasn’t what he was promised. this wasn’t what he promised them. this wasn’t what he promised bob.

he was pulled out of his daze when he heard the crashing of johnny’s drums. he turned around to a sight he wished he could forget, sometimes more than the destruction overseas. johnny was desperately trying to hold in tears as he picked up his set. ponyboy scrambled to help his best friend, though not a member of the band, still feeling the loss as strongly as they did. he spent countless hours awake with soda till god knows when listening to him write the song they just performed. the song each of them poured their heart into, and still, it wasn’t enough to get them to new york city. though pony wasn’t a veteran, he could only imagine this stinging as much as some of the stories of their battle scars. steve, in his rage, had not only knocked down his music stand, but johnny’s snare as well. two-bit paced the stage like a madman, chewing on his nails as he muttered to himself about how worthless it all was. he needed a drink, soda could tell that, and he could only estimate how large his tab would accumulate that night. darrel walked back and forth between the group, trying to logistically explain what the letter meant and how they could do that. he went over the original documentation the band signed over and over again, trying to see if there was a loophole in their contract to warn them of this bad news. dallas was cursing out the preliminary official, swearing that he should put himself in their shoes. there was no way the band wouldn’t get a demerit for the way dally spoke to him. that’s if they even got to compete in the first place.

it was cherry that grounded soda’s mind back to reality. he wasn’t in the trenches. he wasn’t in the camp playing the piano next to bob. he was standing shellshocked center stage. soda was supposed to be their fearless leader, guiding them through everything. but now the dog tags around his neck clung to his skin too tightly, his ears rung like the day that grenade dropped, and their army general couldn’t get out a single command. what would bob do? bob wouldn’t have allowed them to get in this circumstance in the first place. they would’ve had all the money they needed if bob was still here. he promised bob, he needed to keep his promise to bob.

they'll say, right this way

we've reserved this just for you

you've been waiting for this day

it's the least that we can do

who was this man in his fancy suit and perfect hair to tell them what they deserved and what they didn’t? the suffering each of them experienced, the loss they weathered, the physical and emotional wounds they wore on their skin every single day. soda slowly circled, taking a good look at his closest companions. they never knew bob the way he did. they never sang around a fire together or hummed quietly to keep the other calm during an attack. they didn’t swear a vow that they would make it out together and finally do something with their lives. but soda had, and somehow, all the people he loved most in the world worked together to make that dream a reality. he couldn’t let them down. he couldn’t let himself down. he couldn’t let bob down.

after bunks on cargo ships

after trenches in the rain

after running for cover

while dodging the flack

and three years and eight months

to fight my way back

the competition official left, muttering a quick apology, though soda knew that he didn’t mean it. he had done what he was supposed to do here. he listened to countless bands sing their passion out, he judged the best, broke the bad news, and he said he felt bad. yet at the end of the day, he would go back to new york, first class at that, while the rest of them scrambled to bear with the tragedy they faced.

and losing my faith

while busting my ass

sodapop took a deep inhale, gulping the air down and shutting his eyes tight. it was too much, it was all too much. they fought so damn hard to get where they were, just to have it ripped from their hands. he started absentmindedly crumbling the letter in his hands, throwing it to the ground. all of his thoughts came rushing up his throat, stinging like bile, until he could finally shout loud enough to hush the chaos.

“i think,” he cleared his throat,”we’re entitled to travel first class.”

quickly, every eye in the room darted onto him. soda couldn’t stand their looks. the pain, the anger, the distraught, the confusion, the pity. everyone before him suffered in their own way, and yet they looked upon sodapop with pity. pity because this was his idea. pity because, though they loved music, they didn’t need to use it as an outlet like soda needed to. pity because at the root of “curtis and company featuring cherry sheldon”, there was a dream that soda had to make it out of tulsa. and he would be damned if he didn’t keep trying.

“don’t you?” he added when no one else had the courage to speak up. soda watched as his friends looked at one another rather than him. he could see the gears in their head-turning, all asking the same question. they didn’t have the money. they didn’t have the time either. how were they expected to pull this one out of their asses? they used all their miracles to get back home.

“how?” steve deadpanned. he wasn’t trying to be harsh; everyone knew that steve loved soda more than anything and wouldn’t purposely shut his dreams down. but half of them couldn’t see how this dream could continue to be a reality. the cards were too highly stacked.

soda didn’t expect a kickback. he stood there, almost in a state of tranquility, as his brain tried to rattle around any idea to get them off the ground. the speaking issues from the injury silenced him completely when he needed it the most. when they needed him to speak up and guide them through the dark. he closed his eyes shut again, opening his mouth for something to come out, but nothing did. the lump in his throat contradicted every ounce of confidence he had built up, straining both his mind and his ego. the singer, without a voice, he thought.

he was shaken from his thoughts when he felt a hand interlace with him and squeeze it tightly. soda opened his eyes, and standing at his hip was cherry with her reassuring smile. she looked out to the rest of the guys, reading soda’s mind. he didn’t always need to have a voice. he had a duet partner for a reason, always willing to speak when he was silent.

“whatever gigs we can get. we’re playing every single one of them. and we’re making our way to new york city. you all fought your asses off across the water, and there’s no way we’re letting this go without a fight either. johnny, you know a few liquor dives we can get into. dallas, i know you have connections to pull in towns over. steve, here’s your time to pick up an extra lesson or two. darry, whatever extra scraps you can loan out instead of school-”

“they’ll go to the band, i swear.” darrel cut her off, placing a hand on his cousin’s shoulder,”we’re going to make this happen.”

“and i can pick up some extra shifts!” pony chimed in, wanting to be a part of their fundraising rally,”and when i’m not busy, soda, i can help you write a whole new set of songs so that we can bring in new audiences.”

“we aren’t done here yet,” cherry said, picking up the letter soda had tossed and shoved it into her pocket,”i’ll talk to marcia, see if she knows any extra way we can get in with the higher clubs in town. better audiences, better tip.”

we'll fight for ourselves now

soda felt like he could finally breathe again. they weren’t giving up on their dream. his friends weren’t giving up on him. he took another inhale, letting the darkness off his chest, as he squeezed cherry’s hand back. he nodded at her affirmingly, stepping away from her to help their band gather their instruments. they couldn’t stay in this dive any longer; they had places to go and money to raise. soda began throwing out orders, watching as his friends fell into place and gained the confidence cherry clearly had in them. they weren’t going down without a fight. as he watched his loved ones gain momentum by packing up their belongings and counting their cash, soda couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate all that they had done for him and his vision. all that they continued to do for it too, and all they would do for bob. all of this—every gig, every song, every dollar earned—was for bob. they had the opportunity to do what he couldn’t do any longer. they had the privilege to create. the privilege to live.

and all of the wrongs

will be made right this way

sodapop was the last of the band to leave for the night. he stayed around after steve had left for his home, two-bit went to meet with marcia, dallas had slunk off to buck’s with johnny, and darrel took ponyboy home, despite arguing that he could have given soda a ride too. instead, he asked to be alone for a moment. it wasn’t often that soda wanted to be by himself. when he spent too much time in his head, he was rattled with nightmares and dark thoughts. but he felt grounded with his shoes scuffed in the wood of the stage. he was at home, at last, but he finally felt it when he performed with the band. and hopefully, all of new york city would feel that way too.

he was picking up his music binder when he felt a gentle hand on the back of his shoulder. due to the grenades and the nature of their loud music, soda’s hearing wasn’t as it used to be. he hated reminiscing on what he lost, knowing that without one sense, he didn’t feel in control. but cherry always knew how to make her presence known without scaring him. soda stood up straight and looked down at her big eyes, filled with compassion and honesty. he let out the deepest sigh before dropping the binder and falling into her arms. cherry didn’t hesitate to wrap him into a hug, knowing the weight he carried not only today but every day since he made it home. words couldn’t even begin to describe how thankful sodapop was for cherry. she had a talent beyond measure, not only for singing and writing but for understanding exactly what was going on inside his messed up head. he was thankful that he had her by his side and that though both of them lost him, soda got to relish in the good bob spoke about cherry, almost every day.

“let’s get you home soldier.” cherry hummed, breaking the hug to pick up soda’s binder.

she took his arm in hers, guiding him out of the dive bar and out onto the dimly lit streets. since getting back, every day had been a challenge to pick up and keep moving. but nights like these, with cherry by his side, made them feel ever so easier.

“you got to get some rest. you lead us to new york starting tomorrow.”

troubled times are at an end

and they're waiting to hear our song

you can bet we intend to stay

right this way

[offbrandhandymanny]

The Aftermath (and Pony)

Here is pt 5 (i think?) , this one is not very good so PLS give me ideas

The next day Cherry wakes up to a weird vibe in the house

Soda refuses to leave the room and Darrel won't leave his room

She asks Soda why he won’t leave his room

He tells her about the argument 

Cherry feels so guilty about what happened

She feels like shes driving a wedge between the two brothers

She tells Soda that he doesn't have to be apart of the babies life if he doesn't want to (especially if its breaking up the family)

She doesn't want Soda and Darrel to hate each other

Soda explains that he really wants to be apart of the babies life and he’s gonna do everything he can for the baby (and cherry obvi)

Ponyboy gets home from being with Johnny and immediately notices that the vibes are off in the house

He walks into his and Soda’s shared room and is SHOCKED when he sees Cherry and Soda laying together

Bro is actually shocked (jaw is physically dropped)

Soda and Cherry jolt up so quickly

Their all just silent for a minute

“WHAT THE FUCK”

Cherry leaves the room and goes to the living room to give them some privacy

“WHAT THE FUCK SODA?! ARE YOU GUYS DATING? SINCE WHEN”

Soda gives Pony the CherryCola lore

Pony is feeling so many emotions

He’s pissed cause Soda’s dating the girl he likes

But also is happy for Soda cause he found someone after the whole Sandy situation

Once Pony relaxes a bit he asks Soda why the vibes are off in the house

He asks if its because Darry found out that their dating

“No, Cherrys pregnant Little Colt”

“WHATTHEFUCK”

(If only Darrel could hear the amount of cursing Pony was saying)

Pony is now trying to wrap his over the so much new information that he just received

1. Soda is dating his crush

2. Soda got his crush pregnant

3. He is gonna be an uncle

Pony and Soda just sit there for a while silently before Cherry comes in

She asks Pony how he feels about the whole situation

Pony doesnt know how he feels but says he’s happy for them

Pony and Cherry go to the kitchen to make breakfast (cause if Soda did he would dye them blue)

Soda stays in the room while they cook, but joins them to eat

Later that day Pony and Cherry go to the library

Cherry reads pregnancy books (hidden behind magazines) and Pony reads some good book (lord knows its probably great expectation)

Cherry signs out the pregnancy books so can read them to Soda

While Cherry and Pony are out, Soda tries his best to reach Darrel

Darrel is just in his room sitting doing absolutely nothing

Soda and Darrel understand each side which helps them reconcile

Soda just sits on the edge of the bed and starts SOBBING because he's so scared of messing the baby up

Darry just hugs him and tells him they’re gonna figure it out together

[lmelodie]

Doodle dump for the SOUL!!

This is a real eclectic collection, some of them are SUPER old, but I wanted to get most of my odds and ends accounted for before really chipping away at the two mega oc pieces I have planned. And there's a few really sick concepts here I've had in the chamber for a WHILE so let's go down the list!

The firs four are a few wips left over from last Halloween, including the second illustration I had going at the time but never finished. Maybe it'll come together this year!

Plus a close up of Autumn who was supposed to be on the balcony of the haunted house, in bat themed dress.

Five is my quick little take on the Frost Family photo that Jacquie has (I love them <3)

And then six and seven is a mushy blackice thing that I just barely managed to line in any decent way. And what Kills is saying is true! His eye color doesn't change when shapeshifting! And most people don't really notice but this winter sprite certainly did.

And eight to ten is a really really dumb, really really OLD mini comic made from a golden girls quote lol. This one is YEARS old at this point and i just didn't have the brain power to finish it beyond sketching. What Kills is saying here is ALSO true, in exactly what capacity he will not say

Eleven is taken from this post about a fanfic because it fit them TOO well not to

And then we just have some Lucy centric gestures! Gotta figure out how in what ways she swings that damn staff around. Answer: Easily.

And a NEW CHARACTER that's supposed to drop with the next Chance and Choice chapter! I don't have a concrete name for her yet, but she's a cutie! She's probably just gonna be a background character for CC but ill hopefully get to explore her more when she gets to be Lucys friend in the Epilogue Series.

OH BOY its DEATH CONCEPT (!!!) The Complient/opposite to our awful Moon Man that Lucy WILL meet in the finale. Her whole design theme is that she's quite literally the inverse of Moon Man. He has the white skin and starry hair, so she has the white hair and starry skin. They are cosmic siblings that have really had enough of each other at this point

And while I was doing the Lucy gestures, Jack snuck in there for potential fight scene between them, but I liked this particular pose of his enough to sloppily render it lol. He is SUPPOSED to be pathetic 90% of the time, that's just who he is. But I LOVE giving him just a few moments to be badass and cool, as a little treat.

[citrineskulls]

Outsiders au refs I have so far!

In order: Two-Bit, Curly Shepard, Tim Shepard, Darry, Johnny, Bob, Pony, and Soda

[metadamy]

I offer you ideas for a ballet Outsiders AU that I’m calling “Keeping you on your toes”

(also fair warning, this is based on some ballet stuff but I’m aware some stuff is unrealistic, I have done ballet and this is just for fun!)

Essentially the story is focused on Paul and Darry, but the gang will probably still be important! Everyone does ballet at a particular studio, but the socs and greasers have different ones. 

Darry and Paul are in the same academy and do the same productions, but Darry usually gets the lead roles due to his technical abilities and how the crowd just seems to love his skill under the spotlight.

Paul is more focused on perfecting his every move and conveying his feelings through his dance, and only gets gentler roles because of this.

One day Paul gets an offer from Bob, whose family runs the socs’ theater, that he could finally get the lead roles he always wanted if he sabotaged Darry’s performance and joined them.

Or in short: Fluff turns into overwhelming guilt for someone who always feels that they’re in second place.

Greaser Principal Dancers: Paul (becomes Dallas), Darry, Ponyboy, Scout, Ace, and Angela

Greaser Soloists: Johnny, Soda, Dallas (becomes Tim), Sandy, and Evie

Greaser Corps de Ballet: The rest of the greasers/hoods, including Bryon and Mark!

Soc Principal Dancers: Cherry, Bev, Marcia, Bob, Randy, Melvin (becomes Paul)

Soc Soloists: David, Gregg, Melvin, Cathy,  M&M

Soc Corps de Ballet: The rest of the socs!

Here are some character descriptions for the greasers since I don’t feel confident drawing fully fledged designs! (Darry’s and Paul’s will include extra information, but everyone else’s will just include looks/what they wear to practice! I’m still finalizing things!)

Darry: Darry is a principal dancer and is the teacher’s favorite. He is currently 19 years old, and has been doing ballet since he was 6. He has been en pointe when he was 12 years old, and loves the class dearly. He looks the same as he does in the book, with large muscles, being over 6’0, with brown hair in a cowlick and icy blue eyes. In this AU, he also has very tanned skin, freckles, looks a lot younger with softer smile lines, and several bruises and calluses from ballet. He has a wider pointe shoe that he pads with paper towels, and he breaks them in by slamming them in the door. Darry wears his usually attire, but the jeans are swapped out for shorts that are easy to move around in.

Paul: Paul is the other male principal dancer and is the teacher’s last choice when choosing between them. He is currently 19 like Darry, and has also been in ballet since he was 6, and en pointe at 12. Paul has a much lighter tan than Darry, but generally follows his book description. He is a tall, muscular blonde man standing at 6’0, with darker blue eyes. He has similar calluses and bruises to Darry, but he doesn’t take as good care of them as Darry does. His pointe shoes are also wide, but he breaks them in by stepping on them with his heel. He pads them with gel pads that his parents buy for him. Paul typically wears his letterman jacket over a grey sleeveless shirt, and sweatpants.

Ponyboy: Ponyboy is 13 and has been en pointe for 1 year. He has been doing ballet since he was 10, with his best friend, Johnny, who he follows everywhere. He has very tanned skin, dark green eyes, reddish brown hair leaning more towards red, and freckles all over his nose. Pony’s also around 5’8 and has room to grow. He usually wears black tank tops, a purple zip up hoodie, and black leggings.

Sodapop: Sodapop is 15, and has been en pointe for 3 years. Him and Steve joined together at 8 years old since Steve thought ballet was a “girl sport” and was embarrassed. Soda has the same extremely tanned skin with freckles like his brothers, but his hair is a dark blonde that lightens up in the summer. His eyes are a warm brown, and he is around 5’10. He usually wears a white shirt, red flannel, and leggings.

Johnny: Johnny is 15, and joined ballet when he was 12. He has been en pointe for 1 year. He has black hair, black eyes, and very tanned skin, much tanner than the Curtis’. He is very skinny and a little short, standing around 5’4-5’5. His arms are littered with scars, and he doesn’t properly care for his calluses or scratches at all. He usually wears a black t-shirt and athletic shorts he got from Dally.

Dallas/Dally: Dally is 16, and joined ballet when he was 13, the same time as Pony and Johnny. He’s been en pointe for 1 year as well, and could not care less about it. He has pale white skin, icy blue eyes, and very white, barely light blonde hair (including his eyelashes). He’s 6’4 and lanky, and he’s Johnny’s older brother. He wears a white tank top, black sweatpants, and a silver dogtag.

Two-bit: Two-bit is 17, and joined ballet when he was 7. He’s been en pointe for 3 years, and doesn’t give a whole lot of effort. He enjoys roles like the Rat King, and doesn’t take anything too seriously until it’s important. He has very light skin, dark red hair, freckles all over his body, and dark grey eyes. He wears a Mickey tank top and skinny pajama pants.

Steve: Steve is 16, and him and Soda joined when they were 8. He has also been en pointe for 3 years, and gets made fun of for it. He has tan skin, moles under his eye and mouth, and a gap tooth. He also has extremely curly black hair and light green eyes. He usually wears a random graphic t-shirt and basketball shorts.

Some Dancer inspirations:

Darry - Mikhail Baryshnikov in Le Corsaire

Paul - William Bracewell as The Nutcracker Prince

Bob - Mikhail Loubukhin in Romeo and Juliet (Dance of Knights)

Pony - Xavier Parish as Principe Desire im Sleeping Beauty

Johnny- Steve McRae as Prince Sigfried in Swan Lake.

If you guys have anything to share about your favs or any ideas for them in this AU, please share them! I’d love to see it!

I’ll be tagging anything related to this au as #The Outsiders KYOYT !