#hc: ginger

[dresspheres]

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[dogerbooger]

Cleoww

[kentuckyfriedsatan]

Y’all are definitely onto something with long haired Mountain

[dolls-self-ships]

had the idea of a human au for my chicken run self insert (and all the characters really, more to come on that) for a while now and I’m so glad I finally was able to fully get their designs out on paper (or I guess screen)

[zomz-exe]

semi-realism study w/ dean! …I made his hair too long

[autismguy55]

controversial, but: jack being irish is a very common headcanon and i honestly just can’t see it. in chapter 2, jack says “we’re english, and the english are best at everything.” if lotf takes place in the 40s-50s like many assume, the irish war of independence had only happened about 20 years prior and ireland was freshly liberated. i’m sure we all know the atrocities the english committed against the irish, and i just don’t think an irish kid would say “the english are best at everything,” especially so soon after ireland gained independence. i don’t mean to bash anyone by the way, this is only my opinion

[thesonderr]

ginger roach headcannons bc i saw a post abt it and drew it -honestly i feel like he'd be either strawberry blonde or hardcore salem witch trials ginger with no inbetween. -didn't know that you had to treat red hair well (fucker used a 3-1 for the first 16 years of his life) -adding on to that, when he realized that most of the time, gingers have curly hair with some good ass volume, he just thought his hair was different because it was usually flat and straight, having decent curls maybe once in a blue moon. -hated being redheaded growing up, it was always the first thing people noticed about him -when he was in elementary school, a teacher came up to him and told him that she wished she had his hair, and that a lot of people would pay good money to get his hair color + he was weirded out for the rest of the day because he thought she was going to take his hair -his hair randomly started thinning when he was 16, and he looked like he had a bald spot on the back of his head (it was a mix of a cowlick, thin hair, and super light skin) + which led him to look up why he was balding, which lead to him learning how to actually treat his hair like more than a rat carcass!! -gang did not catch a BREAK during basic. "red" "leprechaun" "ginger" "ginger pig" +he debated going bald for at least three months straight -once the 141 warmed up to him/vice versa, he and soap talked about his heritage. that convo led to roach realizing that he was majorly Scottish (still patriotic to his homeland CUNTry america) - ghost loves roach's hair. loves running his fingers through it, loves when the man lets him wash it, loves how it looks in the sun, he loves roach's hair. so does soap, but it's nowhere near as interesting to the man due to his mother's side of the family being a majority ginger. -once roach enlisted, he stopped caring for his hair as much due to limited time in the showers, and a billion other things to worry about. once he settled in to the 141, soap helped him get back into his routine because roach's hair had begun thinning again. -idk why but i feel like its hard for roach to grow facial hair. like. at all. he's a peach. -his babyhairs are extra curly. that's the end of my rant. thank you for reading. blargjh.

[wulvbonez]

i think itd be really funny if nightheart got progressively more rusted/sun bleached as the series goes on "IM NOT GINGER" (literally turning red)

[lepusrufus]

I was gonna throw this in a list of hcs but actually I wanna give it its own post bc I'm very normal about Widow and what's been done to her

I know the more widely accepted idea is that Widow has some inhuman strength and agility due to all the procedures she went through, but what if it's actually the opposite? Her blood flow is so slow her body barely gets the minimum amount of oxygen through it to survive. It makes her lethargic and chronically exhausted because she's always on that fine line between surviving and dead. It helps her keep deadly still when sniping, with great results as far at that goes, but on the flip side a burst of physical activity while running from one place to another on an assignment exerts her body to the point of agony. There's always a team of doctors and days upon days of physiotherapy waiting at Talon's hq, but that doesn't really erase the pain.

There's nanites flowing through her system but they don't really work. Not like they work for Angela or even Moira because they're not there to heal her, they're just there to keep her body from collapsing in on itself.

Her blood flow is so fucked she has pretty much zero temperature regulation and any environment that's too hot or too cold or spikes in temperature really screw with her. And she can barely even feel it until it's too late and she's either dizzy to the point of fainting or can barely move. (Yes I see the cinematic of her wearing basically nothing in the tundra. Yes I'm ignoring that detail and saying her uniforms are made to help with that thank you.)

Her lack of emotions was a carefully crafted mix of psychology work and meds specifically made for her that by this point keep her body going just as much as every other bit of "maintenance" she needs on a regular basis to survive. It doesn't always work. The human mind is great and complex and frankly she would sometimes prefer it not to be because whenever a strong emotion manages to sneak past all the walls built in her mind it leaves her frustrated and more exhausted than she already is. She can still make connections, have likes and dislikes, but anything particularly strong is like an unwelcome shock to an already fragile system.

But Talon doesn't really care because she's their perfect sniper and at the end of the day all the pain that comes as a consequence is only there to make her stronger.

And to top it off, Moira loathes how Ameliè turned out.

She didn't have that much of a hands on role in the making of Widowmaker, she's neither a psychologist nor a surgeon or any other kind of doctor that could do all of that, but she has been sort of an overseer to it. She's the one handling the regular procedures Widow needs to survive and the one taking note of how she handles one thing or another. And she hates all of it.

Moira used to be proud of Widowmaker, but after years of seeing basically a dead woman constantly walk the line of barely even alive, she realised that this is the complete opposite of what her idea of going against the limitations of the human body used to be. If Widow was to ever stop taking the fistful of daily meds or the medical procedures needed to keep her body going she would simply die, and even Moira can despise something that cruel.

[thelemoncoffee]

behold, the worst best au i've ever made!!

Opposite Day Au, aka Orange Creamsicle Shuichi au

the tldr of this is an au where everyone's personalities are opposites of their canon, and with the bonus of their color pallets being inverted.

OD Shuichi is an aloof wildly confedent in himself lazy jackass of a detective who people rightfully read as super sketchy because he's out of his damn mind, and Kokichi is a genuinely awful person who runs a proper gang/mob but as a civilian plays himself up as a goody two shoes innocent lil guy that everyone loves

their dynamic is an enemies to lovers type deal that starts out because Shuichi is the first person capable of seeing right through Kokichi's bs and he pissed him off because he kept doing it to try and sabotage Kokichi. they very much spend most of their time trying to piss the other off till one snaps and they make out. they'd be a fucked up power couple if they'd stop trying to throw the other under the bus every other chance they get

the other characters are also opposite in this au but i don't wanna draw them. if you're curious tho this au features: Maki who adopted Kokichi as her blorbo, reserved super punk Kaede, Kaito the sopping wet anxious cat in a cardigan, Kiyo the most normal dude ever, and Himiko fucked up on redbull

this au is so bad and yet so good, highly reccomend making your own takes on opposite versions of ronpas, it's fun

[dresspheres]

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99 Icons for Roman Torchwick from RWBY Volume 9

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[sleepboysummer]

just so u guys know.. u can literally draw the rtc characters looking however u want... they have no canon appearance.. because (get this) it is a LIVE SHOW and actors are not cast depending on looks..

[wilmaaaa0]

The ummm the creatures.....

[reesemh]

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[yourlocalwriterandreader3451]

The Runt - Billy the Kid

Warnings for this chapter: language?, mention of physical abuse, child neglect?

THIS IS ALSO CROSSPOSTED ON MY WATTPAD: PhantomWritez2

Chapter Three

Laurie laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling as her mind raced. She knew how risky it would be to run away like this. She knew what happened to the people who were disloyal to Jesse and his gang. But she didn’t care. She had to at least try to leave. The side of her face from when Jesse had struck her still hurt, and the young girl knew it was most likely bruised as well. The moon shone brightly through her opened window, a gentle breeze blew the curtains ever so slightly as Laurie sat up. If she left now, maybe she could find Billy and catch up with him, leave for Chihuahua with him and start a new life there. Away from her current life.

Laurie turned to her window, hesitating for a moment before she hopped out of her bed and quickly packed her bags. Not like she had a lot of stuff she could take anyways, just a compass, her sketchbook, a pair of extra clothes and a stuffed goose that she couldn’t sleep without. Once she had done all of that she snuck out of her room, quietly opening the creaking door and creeping down the stairs slowly. She needed some food and a gun. She knew that Jesse stored an extra pistol in the pantry, and she took full advantage of that. Opening the pantry and stuffing her bag with whatever she deemed necessary as well as snagging the pistol hidden in an empty cookie jar. 

When Laurie was sure she had everything that she needed she quickly left through the front door and booked it to the barn where Artax would be. She ran into the barn, an owl hooting in the distance as a few of the ranch horses stuck their heads over their stall doors, nickering in dismay as they watched the runt girl take their buddy out of his stall and saddle him up before galloping away. 

Laurie didn’t know how long she and Artax had been riding before they came to a stop, noticing a camp in the distance. A single man camp. Laurie coaxed Artax into a slow trot so that she could get a closer look, her hopes rising about the fact that this could be Billy. The only adult in her life that didn’t treat her like she was lower than the dirt they walked upon. Artax stood on a twig, causing it to snap and the man who was sitting by the small fire to turn around with his gun drawn and ready to fire. Laurie panicked and pulled Artax to a stop, trying to show she wasn’t a threat. It was dark, the only light came from the moon and the small campfire. It took Laurie a moment to realize that this man was actually Billy.

And it took Billy another moment to realize that this scrawny figure on a 16.0hh horse was actually Laurie. He breathed and holstered his weapon, causing Laurie to relax as she dismounted her steed and led him over to the camp. 

“You’re lucky I didn’t shoot your ass,” Billy sighed as he sat down, watching as the teenager loosely tied her horse next to the mare he was borrowing from Jesse. 

“I know,” Laurie said softly, patting Artax’s neck before she sat down next to him, staring into the flames. “I decided to take up on your offer of going to Chihuahua. Maybe I’ll be able to find my Ma there.” Billy noticed the nasty bruise on her face and his face creased with concern as his mind raced. Did someone seriously hit her?

“What happened?,” Billy asked, studying the young girl’s bruise. “Someone hit ya?”

Laurie froze for a moment. No way in fucking hell would she tell Billy what had actually happened, her thoughts raced, trying to come up with a valid excuse as to way her face is bruised. An excuse that didn’t involve being physically abused. 

“I was galloping Artax and a tree branch was lower than I expected, socked me in the face,” Laurie lied, not meeting the older man’s gaze as the fire crackled in front of them. 

Billy didn’t buy it, and he really wanted to know who had hurt this kid so that he could put a bullet in their skull, because nobody should be putting their hands on a child. But he could also tell Laurie really didn’t want to talk about it, so he dropped the subject. Instead, he went back to reading The Iliad. Laurie looked up, noticing the book and she looked over at the words on the paper.

It wasn’t like she could understand what was being said on the papers since she couldn’t read. She had never learned how to, her parents were always working and they could never afford to send her to school, and as said previously there was no time to teach her themselves so Laurie was pretty much left high and dry when it came to education. Billy noticed the staring and he tilted his head.

“I’m not really sure if I enjoy you readin’ over my shoulder like that, kid,” he said with a slight chuckle, subconsciously leaning away a little bit.

“It’s not like I can understand what’s being said anyways,” Laurie replied, pulling back a bit as she shifted, bringing her knees to her chest. She was always sitting like that since it was most comfortable for her.

“What’d you mean?,” Billy asked, closing his book once more as he stared at the little red head next to him.

“I can’t read,” Laurie admitted, looking away. Not knowing how to read had always been one of Laurie’s biggest insecurities. Not being able to enjoy books like other people could, and she really wanted to learn, but Jesse never bothered to teach her how to read either.

Billy’s small, confused smile fell at the revelation. “You can’t read?”

Laurie shook her head, inhaling as she finally turned her gaze back to him, laughing humorlessly as she shook her head. “I know. What kind of 13-year-old girl doesn’t know how to read?” She exhaled, looking down again as she pulled grass out from the ground, ripping it up. “It’s so pathetic, honestly.” 

Billy thought for a moment, he was perplexed. He could tell how much of a sore spot this was for the kid next to him. “It’s not pathetic, kid.” He set his book to the side so that he could give her his full attention. “How about this, I’ll teach you how to read once we get to Chihuahua.”

Laurie’s head pricked up, her eyes brightening for a moment as a smile crossed her face. She wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not. “You’re serious?” Her voice shook slightly as if she was about to start bawling her eyes out.

Billy chuckled at the reaction, nodding. “Yes, I’m serious, kid.” 

Laurie smiled, her eyes were glossy as she sniffled, blinking away her tears as she stared at the man next to her. Still in pure disbelief that he would be willing to attempt to teach her how to read. 

Maybe this was what she needed to be normal, maybe this was the rulebook to be able to fit into society and be a normal teenage girl.

Billy also smiled, watching as the young girl processed this information. Something about this kid reminded him of Joe. Maybe it was her smile, maybe it was the fact she was small and scrawny for her age, maybe it was her eagerness to learn. Maybe it was all of it.

But whatever the reason was didn’t matter.

All Billy knew was that he had to protect this girl.

A/N:

I had so much fun writing this chapter

Constructive criticism is welcomed :)

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[purpleleafsyt]

You didn't give me a character, so I decided to go with Ruri :]

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