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genuinely hilarious how most of the fandom is on holding hands ans chaste kisses and barely can acknowledge sex is occurring all and the avg dalpony post is, "do you think dallas would start a ponyboy cult after fucking him the first time?" and all six of us are going "🙂‍↕️"

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LMAO ponyboy is BEGGING this man to be normal (still lowkey turned on by it all)

need dalpony go get freakyyyy. im imagining the scene from the great:

Dallas: im crazy about you. if you died, id fuck your dead body for days after

Pony: jesus christ...

Dallas: exactly.

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"Ta-da!"

For the first time in almost a year, Ponyboy Curtis recognizes his own reflection in the mirror as it should be: his wide eyes, the freckles dotting his cheeks, the slight stick out of his ears, and auburn hair that frames his face in a way that makes him good looking, now completely absent of any hint of blonde. It feels startling for him to look at himself in full recognition of who he's supposed to be rather than who he's been for the past few months, locked eternally into a Halloween costume that he never wanted to put on in the first place.

"I look — I look like me!" Ponyboy smiles at his reflection, eyes flicking towards Evie's reflection over his shoulder. She grins back at him, giving him a wink back. 

The Summer of 1966 is different from the last summer that Ponyboy had. His parents have been dead for over a year now, he's secretly married to Dallas Winston, hippies have replaced Socs, the packs are starting to shift after the death of the head of the Tiber Street Tigers, and he sees Angela Shepard more than just the Shepard he doesn't know very well. And once July turns to August, Cathy Carlson enters his life as he starts the 11th grade at Will Rogers.

Right around the corner is he anniversary of Bob Sheldon's death and Ponyboy isn't sure he knows how to handle that. Or any of the changing landscape of Tulsa.

tomorrow never knows, sequel to fire in the sky, and reimagining of that was then, this is now.

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Wild Side

In 1951, Ponyboy Curtis was born under the crescent moon somewhere in the wilderness of Illinois.

In 1965, the mangled bodies of five young boys are found on the East Side alongside a catatonic Johnny Cade and a missing Ponyboy Curtis.

The Outsiders + Werewolf: the Apocalypse ft. werewolf!ponyboy

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Wild Side

In 1951, Ponyboy Curtis was born under the crescent moon somewhere in the wilderness of Illinois.

In 1965, the mangled bodies of five young boys are found on the East Side alongside a catatonic Johnny Cade and a missing Ponyboy Curtis.

The Outsiders + Werewolf: the Apocalypse ft. werewolf!ponyboy

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need dalpony go get freakyyyy. im imagining the scene from the great:

Dallas: im crazy about you. if you died, id fuck your dead body for days after

Pony: jesus christ...

Dallas: exactly.

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ayy resetting my phone fix it lets goooo

ah the ellipsus mobile web app wont show the keyboard anymore. thats fun

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ah the ellipsus mobile web app wont show the keyboard anymore. thats fun

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Seeing Dalpony in everything

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'Michael' — Dallas Winston's Lifelong Obsession On Curious Display Angela Shepard-Carlson, Vogue 1986.

What does mutual, all-consuming obsession between two people look like? That's a question I think we all ask ourselves whether we be in the throes of a puppy love that we can't shake off until the inevitable kick in the chest life gives you or when we witness other people seemingly throw their lives away for someone else we don't agree with. It's something I don't think most people have experienced, where both parties like eyes across the room and suddenly there's a magnetic attraction through pheromones and scents.

It's rare to experience it both ways instead of one, where the object of affection is confused or repulsed or simply mediocre. I used to be obsessed with a boy when I was younger; obsessed enough that I paid another boy to hurt him when he didn't return my affections.

Naturally, it backfired on me in the way many schemes teenage girls stuck in podunk towns with two shit for brains brothers turns out.

Later in life, it was different. That mutual need struck hard and fast when I was around sixteen years old, still picking my way through the sheer wilderness of Tulsa, Oklahoma. Obsession brings my mind to a boy with beautifully expressive blue eyes who would walk up behind me on a dance floor in the city, get his hand on my waist, his mouth against my neck, his scent omega in a way I had never experienced before or since, and how much we enjoyed that dance for hours. We would move with the music, we would never exchange a word. It went on for hours and hours, often going from one party to the next. I think of how when we parted, I went to that club every week for a month just for him until he moved away and we never exchanged names – only our bodies greeting each other beneath the lights overhead.

I think of a woman I met in San Francisco when I was eighteen that I couldn't bare not to see her at least twice a week, whose lipstick I stole when we broke up because I couldn't stand not to wear a part of her — and I always remember realizing she'd cut a lock of my hair after. Sometimes I think of my wife when we first started dating and how much she liked to run her fingers through my hair no matter the event.

Right now, I think I don't think I've ever actually known what true, mutual obsession was until I went to Dallas Winston's latest exhibit. I don't think most people truly understand obsession until they walk into that room, until they've looked at the photographs, the art that Dallas Winston has been creating for over over ten years now.

I don't think anyone understands except those two. Folie à deux seems about right.

Make no mistake: this madness is not only mutual, it is beautiful in what I can see. Whether the camera focuses on his muse – known only in public as Michael, which Dallas has stated is not his real name – eating a French fries and a cheese burger or laying out on the floor, panting with a sheen of sweat after what can only be assumed sex, eyes blown out and unfocused on the camera or rendered in thick lines and color on a canvas that's taller than I am, it is very clear that this is not just self indulgence or some ill thought display.

It is truly art, and it is truly a display of two people utterly sewn together in ways that the viewer does not expect.

If, I suppose, thees were any other two people, I would feel upset maybe. Disturbed, wondering if maybe there's something wrong here the way I feel whenever I read about other muses and artists.

The difference here is that there is something in this art that has a much more active involvement than others. In some photos, you can see Michael turning away yet still having his hand wrapped around Dallas' own or you can see Michael's reddened face, with Dallas' hand cupping it and there's a trust there. Sometimes, even, the camera is turned around on Dallas — there are a scant few photos of Dallas that Michael has clearly taken, of Dallas frowning or deep into work, or both of them together, where it's clear Michael is gripping the camera.

It allows a different glimpse of artist and muse, particularly one with such a different look to one another. Dallas remains an imposing man, rumored to have dealings with the underbelly of New York City, and a native of the Bronx. He's the quintessential looking Sicilian alpha whenever he's approached, his accent thick, his words sharp. The height to him makes him tower over everyone else, and the gold he has on his fangs only accentuates it.

Michael is never at these events, yet it is clear in the more sexual photos they have, that he is a shorter man, an omega with hair that slowly goes form a singular gray streak in a photo of him frowning over a book he's reading in his lap to full on salt and pepper to mostly white and silver. It's noticeable that the must be at least twelve to twenty years older than Dallas, who's thirty-eight. (Or, rumored to be. Every time someone asks his real age, he laughs.)

The divide is beautiful, and it makes everything that much more intriguing. One has to wonder how they met, how they fit into each other's lives. Does Michael know that he is being talked about this scale? Does he know that people wonder about the amount of photographs, of paintings? Does he know that his smile is blown up to fill a room, with his wispy white hair falling in his face? Does he know that there's a room full of paintings of him ranging from the vaguely realistic to utterly abstract, mostly color and no real features?

He must. For you see, Michael is not just Michael, the mysterious, older muse of Dallas Winston. Within the underground art world, Michael has been known under another name, muse to an entirely different man — and there's a world of difference between the art made then, and the art made now.

turn on, tune in, drop out — artist dallas x muse ponyboy au (ft: omegaverse, an age gap, and angela shepard getting to put her pen to work.)

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Nuri my beloved <3 idt i've talked about him but hes fun. real fucked up but loves his family and is a surprisingly staunch environmentalist.

he loves to hunt people who never imagined theyre be prey

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Hekatomnos, Mother Winston, Mausolus!!

Yay! some context before: theres magic involved. really oWOD bc ✨latest obsession✨ but just know magic is real and so are demons

Hekatomnos

Ponyboy's dark father who loves looming and his children. The head of the Carians which were initially a small secret sect in the mountains of southwestern Turkey but have since expanded into a secret society with a finger in nearly every international criminal activity coming out of the Mediterranean. the Sicilian mob thought they were a small family from Castelvetrano. A good chunk of this expansion happening under Hekatomnos.

Hekatomnos himself has a utilitarian view. wealth, influence, magic, associates, etc. are all tools to use and discard as he sees fit. the only exception being his children and maybe their mothers (he's actually a hopeless romantic at heart from watching his parents). to him family is everything and the only thing that truly matters.

he just kinda looms around people hes neutral to. hes scary and intimidating but he'll mostly ignore you. unless youre useful...then the manipulations begin ;). if youre enter a deal with him then he becomes the devil incarnate and will laugh as he take your soul <3

Mother Winston

support evil women <3

so for a long time i just couldn't think of a good idea for winston parents oc bc idk they just seem like bumass losers to me. and they still are!

my idea for her is that the cult stuff happened AFTER dallas ran away but the ruinations began before that. im imagining she was from a simple childhood and eloped with dallas' father and then things just went downhill fast and she got trapped. the two main elements with her are control and hate. like she hated dallas when he was a child and only did the bare minimum. dallas' last memories of nyc is her screaming as he runs (the defining sound of his childhood) and doesn't look back <3

then she joined a cult and got worse! she got preyed upon by the og cult leader but eventually supplanted him and has gone full mad prophet. i think theres a mix of whether or not she actually believes the shit she says or if its just a manipulation tactic (its both and its all about control)

her and dalponys interactions are kinda funny bc its dallas having a trauma response and pony just going "what the FUCK are you talking about?!"

Mausolus

ponys older brother and the eldest of the Hekatomnids <3

hes his father right hand man and set to inherit. he was the only one actually raised by Hekatomnos as his mother died in childbirth so Mausolus is a lot like him in many ways through more outwardly meticulous. he loves escape rooms and labyrinths and putting people in them <3 but outside of that, hes actually very cordial and polite. hes more willing to put on an act than his father and could put on a honktonk accent and blend seamlessly in bucks if he wants.

hes also in like a cat-and-mouse style relationship with a british archeologist Amelia Lloyd. shes soooo good at puzzles and theyre matching freak.

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I wanna ramble about my ocs too! so...

OC BACKSTORY GAME

i dont think i'll remember emojis so just send the names (limit of 3 per ask please)

The Grandparents

Alabandus (ponys shepherd grandfather)

Perimede (ponys evil witch grandmother)

Idrieus (their third <3)

The Older Carians

Hekatomnos (ponys dark father)

Artemisia (ponys auntie/nuri's mother)

Menodora (ponys auntie)

The Hekatomnids

Mausolus (ponys older brother)

Eysa (ponys older sister)

Misc.

Nuri (ponys cousin)

Omiros (artemisias 1st husband)

Ferit (artemisias 2nd husband/nuri's father)

Mother Winston (dallas' cult leader mother)

Kadmilos (carian family friend)

Kedalion (kadmilos' twin)

Mrs. Bay (dallas' ...childhood mentor?)

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Dallas was so busy watching the bright look of amusement that danced in Ponyboy's green-gray eyes that he missed Johnny's growing discomfort- until he snapped, that is- "Leave her alone Dal." 

Dallas's gaze snaps to the meeker teen, startled. Apparently Ponyboy had also missed it, as when Dallas glanced back over at him, he wore a look of open confusion. Eyebrows pushed together and face scrunched as he looked at the dark teen.

"What'd you just say to me?" Dallas doesn't fight to keep the anger out of his tone, leaning forwards to leer down at Johnny challengingly.

He may not have been around for a while, but surely he hadn't been gone for so long that people had forgotten who he was?

Dallas follows the bob of Ponyboy's Adam's apple in his peripheral vision as Johnny takes a shaky breath.

"Just, leave her alone. We wanna watch tha show." Johnny's voice dies down the longer he talks, but to his credit, he does hold eye contact when he's done talking.

Dallas's hands twitch as he fights back the immediate urge that tells him to belt whoever dared to tell him what to do, anger flaring harshly. He lets it leach into his sneer as he leans further into Johnny's face until the younger is ducking away to avoid looking at him. "Ya tellin' me what ta do, Johnnycakes?" 

Johnny doesn't answer, gulping and flinching away minutely.

Dallas wipes his arm against his face as he glances around them, red-hot anger blurring his vision a bit. Ponyboy is still staring at Johnny, all signs of amusement missing from his tense form. He clearly expected Dallas to go after Johnny.

Fuck.

Dallas growls as he leaps to his feet, slamming the seat backwards a few feet and getting the few remaining folk in the crowd's attention. The flamboyantly dressed man and his dapper showgirls have fallen silent now. The two Townie girls and Johnny flinch back at the sound but don't actually look up from their feet.

Ponyboy's eyes snap up to Dallas, head tilting slightly as they make eye contact before Dallas huffs and turns on his heel and stomps off, feeling oddly exposed. His stolen peacemaker burns in its holster on his hip, his fingers twitching again as if to squeeze the trigger as he stalks back towards Gunner, towards the saloon, or even the sheriff's, more than ready to hunt another kind of action.

Come With me, I'll Show you how to Live for Free, Nobody got a Thing on me. - Wild West/RDR2 au snippet

Snippet Saturday!

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and we love and support him!

cherry and johnny: i could fix dallas!

pony: yeah well i could bounce on it while he decides if he's house broken or not!

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#LOSING IT AT THIS ADDITION!!!#godzillamothra dalpony <3#is there an evil ponyboy running around?#...swampwoman longare <- TARGETED POST WORKED also i am screaming at swampwoman longare.

i will say there isn't an evil ponyboy running around. but he's reincarnating in part because he wasn't a twin. everyone born on mothra island is a twin. except him. the longest he's ever lived, i think, is fifty years old before his latest incarnation.

swampwoman longare is so funny bc i googled "whats the opposite of a horse?" and the first result was swamp which killed me 💀

my childhood obsession with godzilla was phenomenal. i used to go through the tv guide and plan my weeks around godzilla movies (shoutout mothras gay son)

yeassssss love me a reincarnation plotline and am sat and vibrating

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cherry and johnny: i could fix dallas!

pony: yeah well i could bounce on it while he decides if he's house broken or not!