Wandering up to a missing persons poster on a telephone pole, and even though your new brain can't understand the words, you still recognize your former face in the picture.
A long since finished com from 3/19/25 for my girlfriend, cadencecall.bsky.social
Following my redesign of Mal, here’s my take on Evie from Descendants! 👑
I wanted her look to be contrast Mal and be a lot more polished since she’s royalty. I also leaned more into prim and princess-like based on her personality in the movie, but still maintaining dark elements in her aesthetic. I gave her a little skull makeup bag as a nod to the skull in her mother’s dungeon from the original film!
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You're on a ship in space, a Private in Earth's space military branch. Unfortunately. There are some off-worlder V.I.P.s on board, and you do your best to stay away as not to cause any trouble.
There's one of them that has other ideas though, and she's only got eyes for one unlucky soul on board: You.
[content warning for depicted violence, very light but it's there]
"Hello, venaashin!!"
She loved calling you that. It would be more annoying if she wasn't one hundred percent sincere about it.
"I have a wonderful day planned for the two of us!" She floated around you, her long hair caressing you like living tendrils. You still weren't used to that. "First, we're going to the baths for a nice, relaxing soak. Then my sisters have invited us for tea, though I'm not sure you can stomach tea from my planet. I'll send for something more mild."
While she rattled off more things she had planned, you sunk into your chair, trying to see the bright side in all of this. Your neck still hurt, but you did your best to focus.
At least she was pretty. Terrifying, in some ways, but pretty nonetheless. And she was crazy about you. If you were going to be with anyone not from Earth, you suppose you could've done worse. If you had a choice in the matter.
Too bad turning her down would probably mean starting an interplanetary war and getting ripped to pieces by her family…
You'd always had the worst of luck.
Through a series of unfortunate circumstances, you found yourself enlisted in the Planetary Defense Division. They were established after first contact nearly two hundred years ago, but the name was a little bit of a mislead. Sure, recruits were expected to defend when there was an "inevitable" invasion (which had yet to happen) but they were mostly expected to do whatever is needed of them in order to make interplanetary travel more comfortable for higher ups and the wealthy.
So, basically a ship's crew for rich folks. The space navy, but with no wars to fight in.
The latest voyage that you got pulled into was one of peace. You'd heard few details, but apparently there was a new race of aliens (though no one used that word anymore, you were supposed to say "off-worlders") who were interested in trade and diplomacy and all that important stuff with Earth. The diplomats and military higher-ups you were shipping over were hoping to wine, dine and schmooze their way into a lucrative deal with them, so everyone was to be on their best behavior.
They even gave you and the other soldiers a little holo-bite full of "Yevesarian Do's-and'Dont's" so as not to do anything too stupid around the guests. You'd skimmed it, but you weren't expected to even make any contact with them personally. You'd been assigned to the kitchens, everyone seemed to prefer when you were cooking than anyone else from the fifth regiment. It was hard work, but it beat scrubbing the many, many, MANY floors of that godforsaken ship.
You'd been down in the ship's greenhouse to pick apples for a nice dessert, figuring that the higher-ups shouldn't be the only ones eating well that night, when you crossed paths with an unfamiliar face.
She was tall, a bit taller than you, wearing a dark flightsuit covered with a long, plain cloak. Like she was trying too hard to hide who she was. You could see some… strange features on her.
Her eyes were just a bit too big, and her hair a shade of mauve with a large streak of white down the middle, meeting in a widow's peak. She had small, round eyebrows and a sharpness to her teeth. She looked like she couldn't be older than her twenties.
Though you suspected that most off-worlders aged differently than Earthlings. Seemed to be a constant factor with them.
You tried to breeze right past her, not trying to get in trouble with the higher-ups by talking to the wrong V.I.P. But, just your luck, she stopped you. Because of course she did.
Just your luck.
"Excuse me, you there!"
You stopped walking, hoping there was another "you there" in the hall. But no.
"What do you have there?" Her eyes were bright and curious, and you could see her full smile now, and her teeth were indeed very sharp-looking. Definitely one of the V.I.P.s. "They smell wonderful!"
You picked up one of the apples, giving it a sniff. You supposed they did smell nice, if faintly. You supposed they might be considered rare or unusual from someone not from Earth. You told her they were just apples. Honey crisps, to be specific.
"Oh! I thought apples were only red! I've only seen them in illustrations, I suppose…" she said with what seemed to be an honest surprise and curiosity in her voice. "What do you have so many for?"
You looked at her. You weren't sure if she was genuinely asking or if she was… avoiding something else. Considering she wasn't currently in an meetings and you hadn't gotten any alerts about a missing delegate, she might've just been trying to kill some time on this stupid ship. You could empathize.
You told her you were going to do some baking. That toothy grin of hers got bigger. She asks you if she can help.
You REALLY didn't think it was a good idea. But if this woman was here, (at least you were pretty sure she was a woman, but with off-worlders you could never be completely sure), she was probably at least somewhat important.
You started to tell her that she shouldn't, but the look she gave you was just downright pitiful. With a sigh, you invited her to come along. It might be worse to tell someone important like her "no" anyway. To your surprise, she floated behind you, apparently no longer worried about standing out.
It was surprisingly fun, baking with someone. No one else really liked to help out… or even really thanked you, but you usually just brushed it off. It was your job after all. So the bright, cheerful vibe the woman brought with her to the kitchen made it feel more… warm. Lively. Fun?
She wasn't too bad at it, and she seemed so excited to taste what the two of you have made. While a few pans of apple crumbles, crisps and one cobbler (you might've gotten carried away) baked in the ovens, the two of you talked a little while doing cleanup and dishes. She'd even abandoned her cloak, revealing a pair of long, pointed ears.
Her name sounded like "Loro Nah Keeva", but she said you should call her Evie. She was the youngest of five sisters, and she was training in some kind of… well, it was hard to follow what she was telling you. Some kind of dance-fighting-ceremonial thing her people practiced, but she made it sound very important.
She seemed especially interested in hearing about Earth and what it was like there, but the questions always came back to you. Things like your life your upbringing, your family, the whole mess that'd led to you becoming a glorified space deckhand. You kept trying to drift away from talking about yourself, giving her outs to change the subject, but it never lasted long before there were more personal questions.
"I heard that some Earthlings wear accessories to symbolize their attachments." Her eyes practically shining. "Are you bonded yourself?"
Bonded like married? Engaged? Before you could ask to clarify her question, she was suddenly very close, her nose almost touching yours.
"You don't smell like you've mated recently." She sniffed at your cheek, then at your neck. You felt a jolt of something run down your back, a wild mix of discomfort, fear (those teeth could do some real damage if she wanted to…) and tension at this pretty alien lady getting that close to you.
She was momentarily distracted by the oven's timer going off, and you sighed with relief when she pulled away. With what you hoped was not too obvious misdirection, you announced that it was time to pull the cobbler out.
As you turned to grab a pair of oven mitts, you heard the whine of the old oven door yanked open. To your horror, she reached in with both hands, apparently none the wiser about the danger.
You yelled for her to be careful, but it was drowned out by her surprised cry of pain. You grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back, knocking the cobbler from her hands and onto the floor. Her fingers were already turning an angry red, in a panic you rushed her to the sink, holding her hands in yours as you turned on the cold water.
Evie watched you with this odd expression as you kept on panicking, apologizing over and over for not warning her. Another moment passed and you brought her hands up to see the damage, still holding them in yours. To your surprise, the burns and blisters on her palms and fingertips were already fading. Like… disappearing, healing in front of your eyes.
"My…" she started, blinking in… shock? "My people… we heal quickly. I will be… I am alright. Please, do not be frightened."
You felt such an intense sensation of relief wash over you, not only was it preferable that an off-world er V.I.P hadn't gotten injured on your watch, but also just because you would've felt horrible if she'd gotten hurt because you weren't being careful enough. You assured her that you weren't (that) scared, but you were sorry for reacting so strongly. Her eyes were still burning into you with an unreadable expression, and you realized you were still holding her hands in yours.
You stammered, trying to let go quickly, but she flipped it around on you and grabbed onto your hands instead. At this point your brain was just fried, wondering what the heck you had gotten yourself into.
"I… I don't know if this is right." she said softly, her cheeks turning a pale shade of purple. "We've only just met… But I would be lying if I said I didn't want this…"
Before you could ask her what the hell she was talking about, a device on her temple started beeping. A holographic screen popped up in front of her eyes, with lots of foreign writing you couldn't begin to understand. She suddenly looked very annoyed, pulling back. You hadn't realized she'd gotten so close again.
"I have to go…" she sighed, looking like she very much didn't want to. Before you could blink she was off the ground and zipped through the air right out of the kitchen. And you just stood there with a stupid look on your face, wondering what the hell had just happened.
The smell of a starting-to-get-too-crispy apple crisp pulled you out of your daze and you pulled it out, hoping the smoke alarms wouldn't start going off. You didn't need things getting any worse than they already were.
Evie hadn't even wanted to come on this mission in the first place. Low-tech ships like this one never had anything fun to do on board and it wasn't even headed anywhere interesting. But there was one thing of interest to her involved.
Humans.
They were an unknown to her people. She got a hold of some of the included materials in their diplomatic introduction; photos, illustrations, basic anatomy charts, and she'd been fascinated. They were so small and cute! But she'd also heard that they could be cruel and aggressive to outsiders.
That would serve them well, if they were to be her people's allies.
She'd snuck away from her escort to explore the ship a bit, surely there had to be something fun to do? But then she'd seen you, alone in the hall, and she'd been curious. She could see you were uncomfortable, but she persisted and you gave in.
With how you'd been acting, she'd been surprised with how… forward you'd been with her. You were so… thoughtful and caring, worried for her.
She kicked her feet in the air, giggling to herself. She'd never had someone take care of her like that. Pain was weakness. Pain was used to weed out the undeserving. It was something she was never supposed to show and something no one had ever offered even the barest of sympathies for.
But you. You hadn't known she would heal, you just tried to help. She could still feel your hands caressing hers, the warmth of your skin on her own…
Her cheeks were flushed, her ears twitching, she felt lighter! It was all so intoxicating! Every time you drifted back into her thoughts, all those emotions came rushing back. She never wanted to go back to what she'd felt before.
It had only been a little while since she'd left, but she wanted to see you again.
She'd made her decision.
It had to be you.
You weren't sure how your life got to this point.
All your superiors furious with you.
Your fellow soldiers avoiding you like the plague.
A woman strangling you with her prehensile hair.
"You filthy, insignificant SYGRAGGTH!!" she screamed an unknown curse in your face, her attendants trying to calm her. "How DARE you!?!"
You were too lightheaded to ask what you had supposedly done. Your bosses had just said over and over that you'd massively violated protocol, and you would be written up, but to avoid the delegation altogether until they left the ship for your own good. That hadn't stopped this one; this seven foot tall, fire in her eyes, very much wanting you dead lady, from hunting you down on the ship and cornering you. And then when you'd tried to say you had no idea what was going on, that had set her off.
One second you were on the verge of passing out, your feet well off the ground, and the next you were able to finally catch your breath. You felt a warm body against your back, a hand grabbing at the other woman's hair, making it release you.
Evie held you to her, her whites of her eyes had gone dark, her teeth looking especially frightening. She was staring down the woman, her own hair floating around her, looking poised to attack her right back.
"You will NOT harm them!!" she hissed, holding you tight. Soon the two of you were flanked by soldiers, Earth ones, who seemed very hesitant to do anything about this.
The other woman scoffed through her sharp teeth, her hair settling, but looking no less angry. She seemed to take no notice of the armed humans cautiously stepping around her.
"Aeshowan, you cannot seriously expect me to believe that this…" she eyed you with such… disgust, you almost had a mind to feel insulted. "THING is good enough to-?"
"They are mine!" She shouted back, taking your hand in hers. The sight of it made the woman's eyes go dark like Evie's had.
"You will NOT-"
"It is already done!" Evie cut the woman off with a scowl. She looked down into your eyes, her expression softening, her cheeks flushed with that dusky purple color you'd seen once before. "They are mine… and nothing will take them from my side, not even you, Your Majesty."
She said the last words with a flighty sarcasm to them, but it made you freeze. You had heard that the biggest, most important of the V.I.P.s was the actual, literal Yevesarian Queen.
What had you done to make this all go so wrong? To piss off a queen?
"Princess, please!" another off-worlder woman tried to reason, looking downright frantic. "You can't mean to take this human as your consort!"
…Princess?
Consort??
"When their hands touched mine, I knew." Evie brought your hand to her cheek, still held in hers so tenderly. "I knew I'd met my venaashin, my most beloved one. I do not want another."
It was all… too much. No wonder your bosses were so pissed off. Hundred bucks, you bet no one in particular, that the holo-bite mentioned something about "DO NOT touch their hands." But did you read the whole thing through? NOoooOOOOO, because of course you didn't.
The Queen sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, her eyes clamped shut in frustration.
"Loro Nah Keeva…" the mother muttered under her breath. "There's no changing things then… I will negotiate their release, but I will have nothing to do with them. They are your… burden to bear."
Evie practically squealed, holding you close. A pair of shiny boots came into view, the BIG boss of the Planetary Defense Division was glaring down at you.
"Your Highness…" He practically growled, looking like he absolutely wanted to lose his shit. "I'll need to borrow the Private for a moment."
Evie stared him down, but sensing what was to come, you figured you needed to accept your fate. You told her it was okay, and that you would be back soon.
You hoped.
After a thorough dressing down and being insulted in every way imaginable for your stupidity, the Major General laid everything out.
Yevesarians didn't really like to take no for an answer. And this whole "diplomatic" mission was actually the Planetary Defense Division on their hands and knees begging this race of warmongers to see them as an ally rather than target practice. And you'd accidentally thrown a HUGE wrench in their plans.
All because you were too lazy to read an entire news-bite.
Turns out that bare hand to hand contact was their form of a marriage proposal. Ultimately it was up to Evie to accept or reject it, but for some reason she'd taken a liking to you, flying straight to her mother to declare that she'd found her shinleaves, her "beloved one". The Queen, understandably pissed that a human had the arrogance to touch her child like that came straight from the meeting, keeping Evie under guard to come put an end to everything.
You asked what would happen if you gently turned her down. She barely knew you, she couldn't want you the way she thought she did.
Turns out he'd asked the same thing of their Queen. She'd seemed… confused. Like she'd never heard of such a thing. Her attendant clarified with a few words that didn't translate, and the royal had sneered at him, basically telling him that if you weren't her daughter's partner, then the pact had been broken and her family would be within their rights to kill you.
Not to mention Evie herself would be inconsolable and would probably rip out your heart (and then hers) from grief. It was part of the reason the Queen was keen on killing you herself before Evie fell even harder for you.
That wasn't… the best news. But it was apparently a huge opportunity for the PDD and Earth. Yevesarians picked their own spouses, and by you having been picked by a member of their royal family, it was an chance for Earth to have an "in". The only way it could be better is if you were anyone who mattered, he said with a laugh.
So that was that. Earth wasn't about to fight a race of warmonger space amazons to get back one nobody, and Evie had "chosen" you, something that was very much final.
She was just down the hall when you left the Major's office. She flew right to you and scooped you up like you weighed nothing at all, nuzzling your cheek.
"Beloved one!" she laughed, her teeth lightly nipping your ear. The sensation made you flinch, but you hid your face a bit to hide… other reactions. Stupid, pretty off-worlder… "Are you free now? Did your rulers allow the match?"
You peeked out from behind your fingers, seeing a stormy look on her face.
"What did they say?" her voice went cold, her hair starting to float about. "If they dare to keep you from me, I-"
You waved your hands in front of her face, desperately trying to get her attention. They'd allowed it, you stammered, realizing it was basically true. Earth had pretty much washed their hands of you, only caring that you get in the Royal's good graces.
Her wide smile returned, spinning in the air, holding you to her.
"Come, there is one last thing we need to do." She started to fly off with you, but you squirmed a bit, asking if the two of you could just walk?
She paused, setting you down, looking worried. Somehow, the sight of it made you feel bad. You sighed, holding out your hand without thinking.
"Oh!" Lilac cheeks and shining eyes, she out her hand in yours, leaning close and giggling to herself all the way to her quarters. Humans you passed had mixed reactions; pity, smirks, lots of eye rolls from all ranks. Yevesarians had just one reaction; fury. Evie didn't seem worried, but you made a mental note to stick close to her for a while.
Her room on the ship had two guards at the door, that (very reluctantly) let you in with her. It was much nicer than the barracks you shared with like twenty other Privates, but in the current circumstances, you couldn't focus on her amenities.
"No one can bother us here, venaashin." She floated around you, reminding you of a coiling snake. Her hair was touching you too, one tendril of it going around the back of your neck, sliding around your shoulder.
You didn't want to risk anything bad happening, but you had to say something.
You asked her if… if she was sure about all of this. You weren't anyone important, and… you'd only just met.
"I've heard that humans have this courtship ritual… "Love at first sight"?" she smiled, but it was different than her giddy, bubbly smile. "It's okay, I know you don't feel the same as I do…"
You stammered, saying that it wasn't like that, but she shook her head.
"But it's okay…"
Her fingers brushed your chin, her fingers under your chin, tilting it up to look at her.
"You're mine now!" She was close, her hair flat against the small of your back, pushing you closer. "You'll learn to be okay with it, so I'll help you!"
Her hair pulled at the collar of your shirt, her head tucked into the crook of your neck.
"If we don't want any of my people trying to kill you again, I have to mark you, beloved one…" you could feel her breath on your skin. It was too much. "It will only hurt for a moment."
She bit you. Hard. It felt like your skin was on fire, and your body felt limp, but Evie held onto you. When she finally pulled away, her mouth was smeared with your blood.
"There…" She smiled, her teeth on full display. Her hair wrapped around your wrists, her fingers lacing with yours. "♡ Now you're perfect. ♡"
alien princess yandere that will bite out your throat if you reject her, but will do it a little softer if you ask nice ;3
she doesn't know what kissing is but biting is her main love language♡
and yes, they're all ladies, as far as we understand ladies to be.
this is a lady yandere based on another old oc of mine, the basic premise was a genderbend wlw story where the mc was a woman who was filling in for her twin brother who went AWOL before enlisting in the Space Marines™️ and she took his place to keep him out of trouble, but accidentally flirted with an alien princess and she became obsessed with her, and this was waayy before i got really into yanderes lol
old old OLD (like 6 years old) art of the lady yan, who was unnamed until this story, so you can see what i mean when i describe her
made her a lot more menacing in this story, like there'll be no "Oh, oops, guess you're not in love with me, my bad." it's not an option here, you're hers, whether you like it or not
when making up fictional military stuff, accuracy isn't a priority. it's just the space marines that've never seen actual battle, so nothing matters
and all the words here are just me making up stuff, im not out here making up a fictional language or alphabet, aint got the time
it's time i admitted it, i do better work with lady yanderes that are basically monsters/supernatural and overpower their loves, there's no use denying it, i just have more fun writing them because i am weak. I'M WEAK!!
i've made the esoteric decision to have all my sci-fi themed stories set in the same universe, so do with that what you will
i hoped y'all like this one, i've been a little burnt out lately, work stress is eatin at me, but i also have a bigger project in the works over on the discord, a choose your own adventure with your choice of 3 different yanderes (maybe more?? 👀)
pardon any spelling errors or sentences that just end because i meant to go back to them, i usually catch that stuff 1-2 days after publishing
"Steve?" Pony's familiar voice called out as the bell above the door of the DX rang.
"Soda's in the back." Steve grumbled as he wiped a rag over the counter. It'd been a pretty slow day, it usually was on Sunday's. Most families were at church or spending time together or something like that. He didn't necessarily mind not having to deal with a lot of customers, but he was getting bored with nothing to do.
That didn't exactly mean he wanted to have to entertain Ponyboy, though.
"I ain't looking for him." Pony said in a small voice. The kid had been pretty quiet since everything with Johnny and Dally, hell all of the gang had. But he'd been getting better and it was nearing a year since their deaths. Did something happen to make him quiet again?
"What's up?" Steve had stopped wiping down the counter, now looking at Pony. The kid's natural hair was peaking out near his roots as his hair grew out. He looked a little nervous and in his head. That wasn't very uncommon though, the kid was always in the clouds
"You have fights with Evie sometimes, right?" Pony rushed the words out and waited like Steve was gonna whack him for the question. (Last year he might've, but Pony's been through enough.)
"Sometimes, yeah. Why do ya wanna know 'bout me and my girl's fights?" He couldn't think of a single reason why Pony was asking him this.
"I mean I would ask Soda, but I don't wanna break up Sandy." Both of them winced at the girl's name. Steve hated how beat up Soda was after Sandy left. Now don't get him wrong Steve wouldn't hit a girl, but the heartbroken look on Soda's face when he got Sandy's letter made him want to beat the tar outta her.
"You got some broad you're fightin' with?" Steve snorted and shook his head in disbelief until he noticed that Pony's face and ears had turned red. "Shit, do you?"
"No, not really." Pony's ears turned even redder, and Steve didn't know if it was because he was lying or 'cause he was embarrassed. Maybe both.
"Whaddya mean?" Steve watched Pony, watched how he took a breath and held it. It was clear he was debating sharing something and Steve wished he would just spit it out
"I ain't got a broad." Pony said finally and Steve was as confused as he had been at the very start of this conversation.
"But you need some kinda relationship advice?" Steve asked incredulously.
"Yeah. It's just, we got in a fight and I dunno what to do or even why he's so mad at me-" Pony cut himself off but it was too late.
"He?" Steve asked quietly, looking directly at Ponyboy. He was glad there was no one in the DX, because if someone overheard this conversation, it could be real bad.
Pony didn't say anything, just nodded slightly with his eyes wide. He was staring at Steve, looking ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.
"Alright. What was the fight about?" Steve spoke slowly, changing the subject. As much as he wanted to freak out, he couldn't scare the kid into thinking he was freaking out at him.
'I-what? You don't- you don't care?" Pony was still staring at him, his green eyes boring into his soul in a honestly unsettling way.
"No, but some people do, so keep your voice down. What was the fight about?" Steve was trying to act normal, but was pretty sure he was failing. It wasn't the biggest shock that Pony was a queer. The kid had never really been interested in girls and had always liked softer things, like reading and drawing. What was shocking was the fact that apparently was seeing someone. Steve wasn't sure if he should ask, if he could ask.
"He said that I was bein' a coward for not tellin' anyone 'bout us. I don't think he meant it in a real mean way, but I just dunno what to do. I mean, I wanna tell Darry and Soda, but I dunno how. His siblings know and they don't care and I know that my brothers wouldn't mind much, but I just don't want them to be pissy about it, you know?" Pony's voice was quiet but firm as he word vomited.
Steve, did in fact, not know. But he could guess that Pony meant he didn't want them to be super overprotective of him. Glory knows how many times Darry of Soda (or even himself) have had talks with Pony about staying away from girls. And now Pony was dating a boy? Steve could see where Pony was coming from.
Which was kind of odd. Usually it seemed like him and Pony saw everything from completely different perspectives, but sometimes their views aligned. It was weird.
"Do you wanna tell 'em?" Steve asked.
"I mean, yeah. I'm just worried that they're gonna freak out about it." Pony grumbled and messed with the necklace that was hanging around his neck. Steve distantly thought that he recognized the necklace, probably one of Soda or Darry's old ones.
"Why don't you tell your brothers together? Give the guy a chance to explain himself and prove to your brothers that he's not gonna fuck you over." Steve wasn't sure where this advice was coming from, but hopefully it was good. Pony smiled a little, so maybe he was doing alright.
"I guess. I think they're gonna be more concerned about who he is rather than the fact that he's a he." Pony muttered, mostly to himself, but Steve still heard.
"Who is it?" Steve couldn't help but ask. Pony looked around for a second before opening his mouth to answer.
"Curly." Pony said and suddenly, Steve remembered where he knew the necklace from. It was Shepard's. The kid was always wearing it around, especially during rumbles.
"Curly Shepard?" Steve repeated, making sure he heard right.
"Y'know another guy named Curly?" Pony snorted.
"Nah, guess not," Steve grinned, "You're right, though. I don't think your brothers are gonna be too happy about you datin' Shepard."
"Oh well." Pony shrugged with a grin. Steve reached over and ruffled his hair. Pony swatted at him but kept grinning until the door to the garage opened
"Hey, Pone." Soda greeted as he walked in and saw his brother. His eyes flickered from Steve to Pony, both of whom were grinning. Steve just shrugged at Soda's questioning glance and went back to wiping the counter.
"Hey, Soda. I was just headin' out. Gotta meet up with someone." And he rushed out the door before Soda could question him any further.
"What was that about?" Soda tiled his head as he looked at Steve.
"Dunno." Steve shrugged but he was still grinning. He ignored how nice it was to have a normal conversation with Ponyboy, no arguing or bitter remarks. The kid could be fun, sometimes. (And if he threatened Curly Shepard later and made sure he was treating Pony well, then that was no one's business but his own.)
