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How do you know all these fun facts? Where was my mind when I was reading the book? 😭

I need more!

Details from The Outsiders you may have forgotten or missed

-Cherry doesn't appear after the hearing (her not waving Ponyboy is just a movie thing)

-Ponyboy fucking hates people with green eyes so bad and gets pissed when someone points out he also has green eyes

-Steve always combs his hair into complicated swirls

-The Greasers always play football together

-Soda is one of the only Greasers who never gets drunk

-He also doesn't smoke unless something is bothering him or he wants to look tuff

-Darry, on the other hand, never smokes because it would affect his perfect body which he is very proud of

-Darry is also proud of being smart and sensible

-Ponyboy is the heaviest smoker out of the Curtis family

-Johnny started smoking at 9 and Steve at 11

-Johnny would've run away from Tulsa if it weren't for the gang

-Soda gives killer massages

-Ponyboy's razor wasn't working while he had to dissect a frog so he just took out his knife

-Darry goes skiing with some of his old friends sometimes

-Cherry and Marcia barrel race often and are pretty good at it

-Soda used to ride in rodeos but after breaking a ligament, his dad made him quit

-Sometimes Soda and Steve let Ponyboy help them fix the cars at the DX

-Johnny is the most law-abiding of the gang, and didn't even carry a knife until the Socs jumped him

-Cherry has an older brother

-Ponyboy used to have a yeller cur dog

-Johnny's scar his from his temple to his cheekbone (it's huge and also hard to look at)

-Two-Bit is great at doing impressions

-Two-Bit often raises one eyebrow, and the gang associate the gesture with him

-Dally and the Curtis mother got along well before she died

-Ponyboy is a scarily good liar

-Ponyboy notes that while he sees Johnny as a scared puppy, he actually looks rather hardened and cold to a stranger

-Johnny's skin is lighter under his bangs

-When at the church, Johnny puts his jean jacket over Ponyboy while he went out to get groceries

-Steve, Dally and Two-Bit wouldn't have thought of buying soap at a grocery store

-Ponyboy calls himself a Pepsi addict

-Dally hardly ever cuts his hair

-Johnny loves drag races

-The Curtis Dad took the brothers out hunting often in the country

-Ponyboy has the best aim but hates shooting

-Dally heard of the old church from a cousin

-Ponyboy is the youngest person on the track team but still one of the fastest

-Darry was the closest to their dad

-Steve once called Darry 'all brawn ans no brains' which made Darry made because it reminded him of the fact he didn't go to college

-Darry will suddenly pick up a random Greasers and swings them around

-The Curtis Dad used to call Soda 'Pepsi-Cola'

-The Shepard gang and the Curtis gang have fought seriously on at least on occasion (but it's nothing compared to the rumble)

-The Curtis brothers stayed at the hospital all night for Johnny and Dally until a doctor forced them to leave

-Johnny has a clean police record

-Ponyboy chews his fingernails when nervous

-Johnny often sleeps at Two-Bit's house

-The Curtis brothers all have huge appetites

-Darry always checks Ponyboy's Math homework for mistakes

-Johnny looks like his mother; having the same black hair, dark eyes and tiny built/height

-Soda did actually try really hard to stay in school but he kept failing

-Darry and Ponyboy both enjoyed school and athletics while Soda isn't into either

-The only thing Dally did honestly was jockeying

-Johnny really good at poker (or Ponyboy is really bad)

-The only time Johnny has been confident and not scared in his life, was when rescuing the kids in the church

-Johnny actually gets hurt because he pushed Ponyboy out first of the church

-Sodapop loves attention and was good with the reporters

-Sodapop has a crazy sweet tooth

-The Curtis brothers all love chocolate

-Darry never locks the front door in case one of the gang need a place to stay

-Ponyboy once found Tim Shepard sitting on their couch reading the newspaper

-Ponyboy thinks that Two-Bit wouldn't have gone inside the church if he was there

-Two Bit wished that the one hurt was anybody but Johnny and that the gang would have still been able to get along had it been anyone else

-Darry once took an aerobatics course and taught all the Greasers everything he knew

-Soda and Two-Bit were doing aerobatics and then got arrested for disturbing the peace

-The Curtis gang are noted to be better at fighting than the Shepard gang

-Tim Shepard looked like a model from the magazines Ponyboy reads

-Ponyboy notes that sweat ran down Dally's face when Johnny died, but it was probably tears

-Cherry drives a Sting Ray

-Curly once slipped off a telephone poll and broke his arm

-Johny's a good listener and all the members of the gang often go to tell him about their day or their problems

-Johnny says in his letter that the lives of kids were worth more than his

Headcanons for Marcia

I sorta imagine her a bit like Two-Bit; she's funny, she cracks jokes, and she has a more mirror personality. However you treat her she'll treat you. Crack jokes with her and she'll crack jokes with you. I get the impression that she keeps everything light in the group (assuming that Cherry, Marcia, Bob, and Randy all hang out regularly together and with other Socs).

Its mentioned in the book that she barrel races as well, though I don't know much about that. And she's also really perceptive!

"Thanks," Cherry said, and the other girl, who was named Marcia, said, "How come we don't see your brother at school? He's not any older than sixteen or seventeen, is he?"

Also, I like to imagine her last name as like... McCarty or Summers or Evans or something really unique but not entirely well known. Either something really common or just completely unique.

I believe that she also really Liked Two-Bit, or at the very least wanted to get to know him. This one I just really like because I loved their back and forth banter at the drive in.

I also don't believe that she likes alcohol, like, at all. And she loves to read when she's alone, or, if shes not reading, she really likes art and she carries a sketchbook in her school bag for when she's bored.

Also, I read the Wiki on her just so I didn't get any information wrong (cause rn it's too dark to read much in my room), and I believe that she definitely capitalizes on a lot of opportunities offered to her. Like with the coke from Dally.

And also, reading the wiki mentions that she spotted Bob's car first, and was relieved when it went past them. And she gave Randy a cold stare but said nothing to him. It ties in that I believe she's really perceptive and I saw someone else say that her and Randy might not have liked each other romantically and they were only dating to spend more time with Cherry and Bob respectively.

Believe she also knows at least one other language, or learning another language actively, and she wears glasses. Maybe she doesn't need them all the time, or on some nights out she just doesn't bring them.

Also, she gives me the feeling that her birthday is like, in May, end of May almost. Maybe the 23?

Definitely also really flirty, even if it goes nowhere. Especially flirty with her friends too.

I really do think she gave Two-Bit her real number though, and was disappointed when he didn't call.

Sorry if some of these are bad, I base a lot of headcanons off of canon or at least I find reason for them from canon. Unless it's just something that wouldn't come up in canon.

Below is the description given by @socseptember (which I need to constantly remind myself who I was thinking about, it's a shame that we didn't see her more)

Marcia M. Marcia- A SOC girl with shorter black hair. She is best friends with Cherry and is not seen outside of the drive-in scene. She is very witty and has a flirtatious conversation with Two-Bit Mathews. Many have begun to ship them. She doesn't have a set last name nor really a visible personality.

Your Danomill edits always give me a chuckle. If you'd like, can I request Marcia or Sigrun? :3

Thank you Ma'am! You've put a grin on this goofball's face!

As to your query, your wish is my command.

I think he kind of took on Sigrun's air of gentleness in the last one.

I hope this scratched the Danomill itch. ;-D

My Sister for a Horse

Fire Emblem Siblings Week Day 5- Duty/Horses

Length: Probably about 3000.

Rating: E for everyone.

Marcia stretched her arms out and twisted back and forth. Pretty soon, it would be time to break camp and head out. She was happy to get going. It sure beat waiting around for that golden army to attack.

She was doing her warmups, getting ready to go, but then she remembered that there was someone who might not be so ready on time. She picked up her bags, put them on her pegasus, and gave it a little kiss on the snout. Then she picked up her lance and went a few tents down, bouncing on every step. She saw Geoffrey who was taking down the men's tent, and Kieran who was supposed to be helping him but was talking loudly to Oscar, and even saw Danved, who was strapping on his armor and humming a wandery tune, but there was one male member of the Crimean Knights that was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, Captain," she said. Geoffrey looked at her and she waved, coming over. "Seen that useless jelly brain anywhere?"

Geoffrey shook his head. "Not since yesterday evening. He didn't even come to the tent to sleep last night."

"Ugh, so he passed out somewhere." She looked around at the camp. Some of the tents were being taken down, but even so, it was an utterly sprawling encampment. A great place for a fainted idiot to disappear.

"Well, thanks anyway," she said. She walked off, swinging her lance. "Where'd you go, you doofus..."

"Excuse me," said someone. She looked up. It was that Gallian captain, Ranulf.

"Oh, hey," she said. "You need something?"

"No," he said. "But I thought I overheard you asking about your brother. Last time I saw him, he was over there amongst the supplies, looking- well, a bit odd."

"Rats, he's drunk," said Marcia. "Thanks, Mister, I'm going to go pound him." She hurried to the place he had indicated. There were lots of bags and crates there, and lots of people, too. She wandered about a bit, looking here and there but not seeing him. Wondering if a higher vantage point would help, she clambered onto a stack of wooden crates and stood up, looking out over the supplies and workers. There wasn't a sign of pink hair anywhere. She huffed and sat down. "Where are you, sponge brain..."

"M-Marcia?" came Makalov's voice from behind her.

She looked down the back of the crates. Makalov was sitting there in the shadows, looking up at her with guilty eyes.

"Busted," she growled, and dropped off the crates, landing on her feet next to him. "We are in the middle of a war here. A war that could change the whole world. Did'ja think about that at all before drinking yourself silly?"

"There's barely a drop in me, Marcia," said Makalov, "I swear." There were voices from the supply area, and he looked that way nervously.

"Well, what's got you all worked up, then?" Obviously he wasn't hiding from her, though he hadn't looked happy to see her, either.

"Are you hiding from Lucia?"

"Huh? No..."

"Geoffrey?"

He jumped. "Shh! Marcia, you don't know what a pickle I'm in. I can't let Geoffrey know, but- oh, I don't know what to do. I hate to lie to the guy, but..."

"Okay, so what pickle are you in? And more importantly, why were you dumb enough to get yourself into it?"

Makalov rubbed his hands against each other. "You don't understand, Marcia, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I had to."

"Okay, well, I'm sure Geoffrey won't mind. I mean, he'll mind, but he hasn't fired you yet, has he? Now hurry up and quit mopin'. Where's your horse?"

Makalov gave her a tragic look. "That's the problem, Marcia, I lost her. I lost Lightning. Geoffrey's going to kill me."

"Lost?" said Marcia. She looked around. "Well, there's still time to find her before we have to move, right? How could you lose a whole honkin' horse? They're kinda big, y'know."

"I know," he said, shaking his hands in agitation.

"Well it's no wonder you haven't found her if you've been sitting here this whole time." She hauled him up by the arm. "Come on."

"No, Marcia, I- I know where she is."

Marcia squinted at him. "Okay," she said, crossing her arms. "I don't get it."

He still looked rather upset, but was now nervously chuckling. "I know exactly where she is, too. It's just, ah. It's just, um..."

She took hold of the front of his armor. "Uh-huh?"

He let out another nervous chuckle. "I uh...well, like I said, who could pass a chance like that...I mean, that much money on the table..."

She released him and took a step back, looking at him with sharply narrowed eyes. "You...you bet her off?" His sheepish expression confirmed it. "You bet off Lightning!" She grabbed him and shook him. "That horse is probably the only reason you're even still in the army! And you bet it off! We are in a war! You are a paladin! You need Lightning!"

"Marcia, if we had that money, we could-"

"Don't lie to me! There is no 'we' where money is involved! You'd blow it in a week!"

"C'mon, you know I'd share..."

"It doesn't matter if you'd share or not, because you lost the bet, Makalov. No horse, no money, no nothing!" She released him. "I'm going to tell Geoffrey to beat you with a tent pole."

"No, please!" He clasped his hands together. "Don't tell him, Marcia! Pretty please!"

She put her hands on her hips. "You deserve everything you're going to get. I'm completely embarrassed to be related to you."

He leaned his head against the crate. "So you're going to tell him. He's gonna be furious. He's going to kill me, Marcia. You're right, that horse...I won't be the same without her. And she's practically a Ridell family heirloom. This'll get me kicked out of the knights for sure. And then what'll I do?"

Marcia wasn't sure Makalov could become anymore of a disgrace than he already was, but this could be an all time low. What would happen to him if he got fired? What about her? What would she do? She didn't want to have to quit and go after him.

She looked at Makalov, who looked back at her with pathetic eyes.

"Look, Marcia, I'm sorry, truly," he said. "But I can't get her back now."

Marcia let out a very loud, very long, sigh of frustration. "Well, maybe we can. Somehow. This guy who has the horse. If he was betting like you, he can't be that smart. Ugh," she groaned, "I can't believe I'm helping you." She wandered around in a circle, thinking. "Hmm. I know, we can scare him and say that Queen Elincia will come for him if he doesn't cooperate. Yeah, I like that!"

"Uh, Marcia?"

"What?"

"Well, um, the guy who has Lightning..."

"Yes?"

"It's, uh. It's King Kilvas."

"That greasy guy? Well, I bet he's still scared of Elincia."

"I bet he's not."

"Well, we've got a horse on the table," said Marcia, "So I better be right."

Makalov led her across the camp, ducking around and sneaking so badly that Geoffrey would have been less likely to notice him if he had been grandly strolling past his tent.

Marcia wasn't sure how likely she was to get that horse back, but she was prepared to try. They came around a tent.

"Look," said Makalov, pointing. Marcia saw he was pointing at Lightning, who was calmly eating grass.

King Naesala was calmly sitting on top of her.

He was scratching away in a little book, but looked up when they approached, Marcia in front and Makalov shuffling along behind her, his arm firmly stuck in her grasp.

Marcia gulped. This close, Naesala seemed very big. Especially since he was on a horse. But she wasn't going to give up yet. She cleared her throat. "Greetings, King Kilvas," she said, grandly waving a hand. "My name is Marcia, of the Crimean Royal Knights, and I- I- I have a request to make of you."

"He's not going to listen," said Makalov. Marcia glared at him, and then turned back to Naesala. "A request involving that fine steed on which you rest. Oh, great king." She curtsied.

Naesala raised his eyebrows. He slapped the little book shut. "If the request is that I return it to Sir Makalov, who is so bravely hiding behind you, then I'm not obligated to comply. You see, I won it from him in an honest game."

"Well- well," Marcia had completely forgotten the Elincia plan. "You're the raven king, so you probably cheated!"

Naesala smiled, raising his eyebrows even further. "Cheated? What an accusation. Care to produce evidence?" He looked at Makalov, who cringed, but stepped out enough from behind Marcia to say, "You- you had a sneaky look when you played those last rounds."

"I think it's called a poker face," said Naesala. "Well, if you don't have any solid evidence to produce, I guess you'll have to admit that this horse really is mine. That means it's mine to give as I please. And I don't."

"Okay, well, is there anything we can trade for it?" said Marcia.

Naesala smiled again, looking even more amused. "Not even a heron could trace your tactics, Lady Marcia. Why strain yourself so much on account of this fellow? Was this horse dear to you?"

"No, but he needs it!"

"If he really needed it, he wouldn't have played around with it. And if he did need it, the fact that he played anyway tells me he didn't deserve it. And before you ask again, I don't think there is anything you own that could pique my interest. Unless you happen to have antique paintings? Or perhaps two thousand pieces of gold?" He scoffed. "From what I can tell, all you have is stale rations and the armor on your back. Forget it."

"I told you this would happen," said Makalov hopelessly. Marcia watched him as he began walking away.

She turned back to Naesala. "Look, Mister- King Naesala. My brother is...he's...irresponsible. But if he tells his boss what happened, he could get fired, and I don't know what's going to happen then. If he goes away, I'll probably have to go, too, and I like my job. Could you please, please, please, please reconsider? I don't have a lot of money, but I'll give you everything I've got. I promise."

"Hmm," said Naesala. "I need you to sweeten the deal. Not just money. Give me something else. Something a little more interesting."

"Interesting? Uh...okay, um...I have, um...uh... Oh, come on, my brother is an idiot, but somewhere deep down, I think he wants to be a good guy. He's just stupid. Please, won't you change your mind?"

Naesala leaned closer to her. "Like I said. I'll give the horse back if you sweeten the deal. And I mean, seriously sweeten it. Don't you realize how much it's worth? I know, since you obviously can't repay me in money, I have a different offer, something I know you can give me."

Marcia scratched her nose. "What? I am not giving you my pegasus."

"Oh, no, I don't want you to. You'll need it."

"Well, now we're getting somewhere! What do you want me to get for you?"

Naesala blinked. "You."

"Wh- huh? Me?" Her expression was blank.

"Yes, you. Is that so strange? You're in the queen's royal guard, so obviously of some military quality, and you have a pegasus, so you could keep up with me and my people. Your brother's horse is worth more gold than you will be able to gather in twelve years. Is a few years of servitude under me so unfair?"

"Servitude! For my stupid brother!"

"Don't you care about him?" said Naesala. "It sounds like you don't."

"Well, I do, but..."

Naesala raised his eyebrows.

Marcia's jaw was tight, her feet nervously twitching. "I do, but that sounds terrible."

"Well, it's either three years in Kilvas or your brother loses everything. Your choice. That's my offer." He leaned back.

"Well, I- I'll..." She tapped her foot on the ground. "I can't watch over him if I do that...But..."

Naesala just watched her, smiling.

"Ugh," said Marcia. She held out her hand. "King Naesala, you are a nasty sleazeball, but I acc-"

"Nooooo!"

Makalov leapt in front of her before they could shake hands. "Marcia, no, don't do that! He's a monster!"

"I'm trying to help you, you bozo!"

Makalov looked at her. "Kilvas is a cold, dark, wasteland, and he lives in it! You can't go there, I won't let you! Listen to me!"

"Well, maybe I can do whatever I want! Besides, this is the only way."

He stared at her. "You would really do this, just for me and my old Lightning?"

"Yeah, now out of my way, cheese-fingers, before I change my mind."

Makalov kept staring at her, his gaze gradually growing in intensity. Unusually, it looked like thoughts were forming behind his brow. He pushed Marcia gently out of hand shaking reach, and then turned to Naesala.

"So Marcia is worth the same as the horse, huh?" he said.

Naesala shrugged. "No, but a good soldier complete with pegasus is the only thing she has to offer."

Makalov rubbed his hands together. "And you're set on this, Marcia?"

"Yep," said Marcia uncertainly.

Makalov gave her a hard look, a look that was uncharacteristically serious. "Are. You. Sure?" he said.

"Yes!"

"Okay," he said. "Well, I propose something then. I propose you and I have one more game, Mr. Naesala." He pulled a silver necklace out of his clothes. "If I win, I get to keep Marcia and the horse, and you get this necklace. If you win, you get the necklace and Marcia."

Naesala raised his eyebrows. "A necklace?"

"It's very expensive," said Makalov.

"I don't know," said Naesala. "Seems awfully advantageous for you and not really for me. Let me see that."

Makalov held the necklace out in the most alluring way he could. Naesala cocked his head back and forth, studying it.

"Hm," he said, leaning back. "I'd like to know where you stole that from. It must have cost a fortune originally."

"I didn't steal it," said Makalov. He puffed out his chest. "And I won't let you steal my sister."

"Makalov," Marcia hissed. "Astrid gave you that."

"You're worth more," he whispered back. He smiled sadly.

"Well, your offer is a bit feeble," said Naesala. "But I accept." He and Makalov shook on it.

"I can't believe you're betting with me like I'm money," said Marcia, as Naesala pulled up a low table. "This is so weird. This is a disaster."

"Well you were just going to give yourself away for nothing," said Makalov. "And you say I'm rash."

"I was giving myself away for you!" said Marcia, grabbing his arms. "Stop being dense!"

"Excuse me," said Naesala. They looked up at him. He waved the deck of cards. "A deal's a deal, Sir Makalov."

"Right," he said. He sat down on a small barrel, his expression steely. "You can't beat me, Naesala, I've got the power of passion on my side."

"Okay," Naesala said, his mouth curling into a tiny smile. "Hide it behind a good poker face and maybe you have a chance."

Marcia sat beside Makalov and watched the game. She watched as Makalov's brow got more and more wrinkled with consternation. This was one of the strangest things to ever happen to her. The raven king and her brother were playing cards for her? What had she been thinking? And Makalov always, always lost at gambling.

She sighed through her nose and kept watching. Naesala's poker face was the same as his normal face. Makalov's was screwed up with concentration when it was Naesala's turn, but completely changed when it was his. He wiped his face blank and stared as steadily as he could into Naesala's eyes as he took his card. Marcia couldn't tell what he was thinking. She almost wondered if he had a chance.

At last, after watching a dull, anxiety filled game of cards, during which a small audience had gathered, and Marcia was regretting her offer more and more, the final play came. Makalov inhaled deeply, then lay his hand down. The numbers on his cards were low, a good thing. Marcia looked nervously up at Naesala, daring to hope her brother could win. Naesala gave a small smile, and lay his own hand down.

"Well done," he said.

He had lost.

Makalov and Marcia screamed, and hugged each other. "You did it!" Marcia shrieked, bouncing. "You actually won! I don't believe it!"

Makalov laughed hysterically and picked her up off her feet. "We're free! We're free! We're freeee!"

They both scream laughed and jumped up and down, shouting in celebration. After a few minutes they stopped. Makalov patted Marcia on the head. "Thanks, sis. I owe you one-hundred."

"You better believe it," said Marcia, punching him in the arm. "Now get your horse and let's get going, we've got some ridin' to do."

Makalov took Lightning's reins and turned to Naesala. He handed him the necklace. "Good game, Your Majesty." He gave him a toothy grin.

"Good game yourself. Don't you have some knights to get back to?"

"Yep. Come on, Marcia." Marcia linked arms with him and they went off with the horse, giggling and arguing.

Naesala sat on his stool and watched them leave. Leanne, who had been one of the observers, came and stood beside him.

"He was pretty lucky to be able to win against you," she said.

Naesala shrugged. "He had the power of passion on his side." He reached into his sleeve and pulled out his low cards. He smiled, then frowned. "Now what do I do with this cheap necklace?"