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I’m bored and I don’t want to update any stories because they’ll just turn into angst so um

RDR2 Headcanons? RDR2 Headcanons. Focus this time: the equines

- Baylock is a good boi. The best boi. His owner’s a piece of shit but it doesn’t mean he has to be

- Brown Jack is a dirty smelly lug that has a personality so crappy only Bill can stand him

- Taima is the alpha mare, Silver Dollar the alpha stallion. If push comes to shove and the humans aren’t around they call the shots

- Eennis will follow the ladies around the camp if Sean doesn’t stop him

- The Count is a bit of a pest during stealth missions. It doesn’t help that he’s pure white

- Branwen is like a pet dog to Kieran and likes to follow him around-which poses a problem when she follows him into camp and knocks things over with her curious nose

- Eennis is a big dork, much like his rider. He likes to put his nose into everything and cause trouble just for the Hell of it

- He’s also the lowest in the horse’s pecking order and is covered with bites and kick scratches

- Sean swears he’s going to muzzle Brown Jack if he sees him sink his teeth into Eennis’ hide one more fucking time

- Boaz is excitable and likes to play chase. This may lead to scenes where Javier has to chase down the hyper Paint just to get a rope around his neck

#rdr2 headcanons #cursing #rdr2 horses #Redhead Writes

Wally Franks and Gotta Sweep incorrect quotes

*INSERT CONEXT HERE* Okay so a few days ago I came across a Baldi comic dub on YouTube, which I proceeded to watch out of boredom. It helpfully reminded me that Gotta Sweep the broom janitor exists. Now-Gotta Sweep has to be one of my favourite characters because he’s a shouty broom that nyooms around the school like a bat out of Hell, sweeping up every single motherfucker in his path no matter who they are. He can save your life or fuck you over. It’s also hilarious to open a classroom door and see him barrel past the doorway, shoving someone along so quickly all you see is a green blur- Point is, I like Gotta Sweep.

#Wally Franks #Gotta Sweep #cursing #BBIEAL #BATIM #long post #incorrect quotes #Redhead Writes

Three Purple Butterflies

(A/N: ACK PUNKS ARE HARD TO WRITE It's really only called "Three Purple Butterflies" because the song reminded me SO much of @asofterfan‘s punk Patton (what sense I could make of it, anyway). The writing kind of deteriorated, which I'm not happy about, but I'm posting it anyway so I can finally say I wrote with the punk!Sides. I want to do this again, but my god it should not be that FUCKING hard) (TRIGGERS: Abuse mention, bruises, swearing) (Ships: Platonic Logicality, platonic Analogical, platonic Moxiety) SUMMARY: A month after making friends with the school’s most familiar punks, Patton still hasn’t given Virgil a well-deserved hug. An odd happening at his house gives him a different idea.

Patton at first couldn't fathom why Virgil didn't like hugs. Elliot liked them, Thomas liked them-heck, even Logan let the pastel punk hug him! So why didn't Virgil...? "Patton, focus," Logan's voice snapped him back to the present. "I will not bail you out if you get tested on this." Patton groaned, dropping his chin into his hand. It felt like Logan had been helping him through Math for hours-or at least to the point his mind was starting to wander. He checked the time and saw it was only 7 PM. "Can we take a break, Logan?" He asked, looking up hopefully at the British punk in front of him. "So that, um...My mind can come back to this with a fresh outset?" Logan stared him down, then sighed, causing Patton to internally cheer. "Fine," he snapped. "A short break. We've barely been at this for an hour."

Patton put the phone down as quietly as possible. Who was "she"? Where was Logan going? Why did he want to wait until "she" was asleep? Was Virgil safe? Was he at a bad friend's house? But Patton was pretty sure Virgil didn't have a friend with the pronouns she/her. Unless he was talking about Remy? But why would he want to leave her place? Besides, Remy was they/them today. Unless they changed their mind? Or Patton read the necklace wrong? Green tag means they/them, right? The pastel punk's head spun with worry, causing an ache in his chest. He saw Logan enter the room again and forced a smile... Only for it to fall again when he saw Virgil. "Virge...?" He asked weakly. The goth punk shared a look with his friend, who nodded. He took a deep breath. "Hey...Patt..." He mumbled. "Virgil what the heck happened you look like you got hit by a rogue tree look at you eye!!" Patton rushed over to his friend, carefully taking his chin and brushing purple-dyed hair aside to see the bluey-black mark over his friend's eye. The ache in Patton's chest bloomed to a squeeze. "What happened??" He asked, looking from Virgil to Logan. Virgil grit his teeth, taking Patton's hand and easing it off his chin. "It's fine, I just...Wasn't looking where I was going...Ran into a tree." If there was one thing Patton was good at, it was reading lies. Living with a little brother made him fairly proficient at it. He stared down Virgil, making the goth punk wilt under the shorter teen's glare. "Really," Patton said. "A tree that's female, I presume." Logan flinched. Virgil shot him a glare and the two seemed to have a non-verbal chat before turning back to Patton. "I, uh...Didn't want mom to worry...So I tried heading to Logan's first. But he'd said he was here, so..." Patton glared at Virgil. Virgil stared back. That was his story, and he was sticking with it. The pastel punk knew when he was beaten and raised his hands in surrender. "Alright...Come with me. I'll show you where the cold presses are." The goth punk followed agreeably, sitting on Patton's kitchen counter as the latter fished around his family's freezer for an ice pack. The taller punk seemed more relaxed than earlier, playing with his sleeves and humming a tune to himself. Patton smiled slightly, maybe Virgil's situation wasn't as bad as he originally thought? He closed the fridge, put the ice pack to the side and took Virgil's hands in his. "How're you feeling, kiddo?" Virgil paused. Patton watched fear, anger and sadness flash through his eyes before they returned to neutral. "Okay, I guess," he mumbled. "Eye still hurts. Ice pack?" "Oh! Right!" Patton grabbed it off the counter next to him, pressing it to the goth punk's black eye carefully. Virgil managed a small smile, bringing his hand up to hold it there carefully. Patton grinned. Progress! Logan decided to put a stop to Patton's math tutoring session (score), claiming that Virgil-sorry, movies were more important at the moment. Patton instantly dragged out enough blankets to make a fort with and the three curled up on his couch to watch some Doctor Who. Patton often looked over at Virgil and Logan, their hands naturally resting together-Logan's on top of Virgil's. The goth punk had his head on Logan's shoulder, making snarky comments about the show they were watching and Logan shooting him down each time. They soon dragged Patton into their arguments, which continued until the three fell asleep.

The next day at lunch, Patton had an alternative to hugging Virgil in greeting. He almost ran through the halls to their lunchtime meeting spot, eager to try it out. It was hard to miss the two punks unless you weren't really looking. Logan was usually yelling at someone about the history teacher's tripe if he wasn't leaning against the wall, which usually made it hard to sneak up on him and surprise him with a hug. Didn't mean it would stop Patton from trying, however! Today was no different. Patton found the blue-haired punk giving some girl what for over...Whatever she'd said that lit his friend's absurdly short fuse (Patton loved Logan, but he really needed to dial back his anger). Patton used the distraction to slam-hug Logan suddenly. "Omf-Patton-?!" Logan squawked at the impact, making Patton giggle. "I missed you~!" He chirped. Logan rolled his eyes and patted his head, using his other hand to shove him off. Patton turned to Virgil, who backed off, startled when Patton just took his hands and bounced up and down with them. The goth punk smiled slightly at the bouncy movement-something Patton barely registered at the moment since he immediately turned to scold Logan about raising Hell in the middle of the hallway. The three punks goofed off in their school's library during lunch, Virgil egging Logan into ranting about history to Patton and then throwing a pencil at the latter when he refused to share a brownie. Patton proceeded to steal it and made Virgil chase him down to get it back. Logan just shook his head when the two teens returned panting and laughing slightly. "Just for that, I'm butchering the next tattoo I design for you," Virgil huffed. Patton stuck his tongue out at him, too winded to argue any further. He repeated the new greeting at the end of the day, something Virgil apparently expected seeing as he was more relaxed about his hands being grabbed this time. Patton bounced home happily, humming to himself. It wasn't a full hug, but it was a start.

#redhead writes #punk au #punk Patton #punk Logan #punk Virgil #Sanders Sides

Is It Worth It?

TRIGGERS: Self-deprecation, tears, cursing, scar mention, minor spoilers for A Lesson in Practicality and Probable Therom SHIPS: Platonic Roman/Thomas (Thomincy? RoThom?) SUMMARY: Prince Charging’s hate group is kicking up a notch, winding up on the news and knocking people’s trust in the hero. Roman starts to wonder if it’s really worth being a hero if nobody’s on his side. (ALIP universe, hurt/comfort) A/N: I can’t remember if Thomas knows that Roman is Prince Charging or not. For the sake of this story, he doesn’t. @residentanchor @robinsdraw (tagging the latter since I used her design of Romano)

Thomas pushed the door of the apartment open. “Patton?” He asked softly. “Are you in here?” No answer. There was the faint sound of a TV, so someone is home. Probably Virgil. Thomas rubbed the back of his neck as he walked further into the home. “I’m sorry for bugging you, Virge, Patton asked me over and I just wanted to say hi—” The person on the couch turned around. Thomas winced slightly at Roman’s red eyes. “Are…You okay?” “I’m fine.” Roman gave his friend a soft smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hello, Thomas.”

Thomas leaned against the back of the couch. The news channel was playing one of Prince Charging’s heroic antics. He smiled slightly and rested his chin in his hand. “He’s amazing, isn’t he.” Roman scoffed. “Not according to some people.” “Excuse me?” Roman glared at the TV screen. Thomas walked around the couch to sit beside him. “Okay. What’s wrong. You’d think you’d be in awe of this guy!” Roman leaned his head back against the couch. Thomas grabbed the remote control and turned up the volume. “…was said to have hurt three people,” the reporter was saying. “The two men at the scene report that they witnessed everything and called the police. By the time units arrived Prince Charging was already gone.” Roman muttered something under his breath. The reporter went on: “we got contacted by a member of an unknown group, who has told us they are working to put the superpowered man behind bars.” “But why?!” Roman startled Thomas by suddenly yelling. “What did I ever do to them?!” Thomas muted the TV and turned to Roman. “You’re Prince Charging?” Roman draped an arm over his head and groaned. Thomas bit his lower lip in thought before putting his hand on Roman’s leg. “Hey.” A green eye appeared, still tinged in red. Thomas smiled reassuringly. “It’s not the first time they’ve threatened this, remember? You’ll be fine.” Another groan. The eye got hidden again. ‘What am I supposed to say to him?’ “I never wanted to hurt anyone…” Roman’s voice was soft. “He attacked me first, it’s not my fault she ran away…Maybe she shouldn’t have called for help…” “Roman…” He almost didn’t want to ask. “What did you do?” Roman shrugged. “Normal night. Was doing some rounds. Heard a woman scream for help. Rushed to her. She was being mugged. She ran off as soon as I freed her. They cornered me. What was I supposed to do?” His voice caught at the end. Thomas turned back to the TV and watched the scene switch to a grizzled man with a microphone. “Local man calls Charging a “menace”,” the scrolling words at the bottom read. Thomas couldn’t help but bristle at the words. Roman braves the streets almost every night, screws up once and suddenly everyone’s against him? Because he hurt someone in self defense! Good deeds really do get punished. Venting these frustrated thoughts to Roman would just make him feel worse. Thomas chose a different tactic. “It’s probably going to blow over. You know that, right?” Thomas nudged Roman gently, getting his attention again. “Tomorrow they’ll probably be reporting something else. No one knows your real identity anyways; you aren’t going to get harassed.” “No.” Roman sniffed. “It’s not about that.” “Okay, so they’ll be unhappy that you hurt a few people. But you know what—” “I scarred a man, Thomas.” Thomas fell silent. Roman’s single unhidden green eye shone with guilty tears. “I didn’t want to, he grabbed me—what was I supposed to do, lie down and take it? What kind of hero would I be if I did that?!” Silence fell. Thomas unmuted the TV as the interview with the grizzled man looped. The sound of the man’s voice alone made Thomas grit his teeth. “It was only a matter of time,” the man said. “Now that he’s gotten a taste for blood he’s probably gonna try to do it again. He’s a fuckin’ menace.” “Many people agree with the statements Mr. Turner made,” the reporter’s voice piped in. “More people have since joined the movement against Charging. There is some worry about what the hero will do next, or if he will stay hidden.” That’s it. No worry for Charging himself, no comment on the witnesses, no word of if they knew it was self defense or not. ‘It’s a wonder they called him a hero at all!’ Thomas threw the remote onto the coffee table, protectiveness of his dramatic friend starting to burn in his chest. Roman’s strangled whimper only sealed the deal. “They’re wrong, Roman.” Thomas’ own voice almost scared him. “There’s still people that are with you. Sam and Sammy still support you. They’re still trying to help you. I’m sure this is just a vocal minority—” “It’s a fucking BIG minority!” Roman lunged foreword, grabbing the remote and flipping through some channels. Thomas saw the same man’s interview three times before he grabbed Roman’s sleeve to stop him. The TV stopped on a more local news channel. The reporter—a girl in her late 30’s—seemed the most up-beat…Because they had found security footage. “It took some digging, but the attack on Charging was recorded by a security camera!” She practically cheered. “We’re hoping we can send it out to other news channels and clear Charging’s name. Our courts say if push comes to shove they will file it away with other found evidence that Charging was the attacked, not the attacker.” Thomas let go of Roman’s arm. Roman dropped the remote control and hugged himself. Thomas couldn’t help smiling (albeit worriedly) and wrapping his arms around his heroic friend. It took a few moments before Roman returned the hug.

#Redhead Writes #Sanders Sides #alip #Apologies if anyone seems OOC #I just woke up and wanted to write this out #angst #cursing

Red Dead Modern AU 2: The Headcanoning

THAT’S RIGHT BITCH I’M MAKING MORE Head’s up: I got a feeling this one will be a little more angstier

- Kieran was lowkey kidnapped twice: once from a loving family by a crappy motorcycle gang, again by the Van der Lindes. He’s not happy about this and wished he could just stay in one spot for longer than 17 years (or 10 in the second case)

- He gets his wish. That’s all I’m saying.

- Lil Jack is too pure for this world. Older Jack is too pure for this world. College-bound Jack? Nasty POS due to a fight with his parents before leaving (of which they were killed almost straight after)

- Dutch and Hosea never officially married, mostly due to Dutch being unable to choose between him and Molly. He wound up never marrying either, delving into madness too quickly

- Arthur didn’t die so much as he just...Vanished. No one knows where in the Hell he went, and they couldn’t call the police to report him missing. Their best bet was to hope that he’d come back one day with a wild story to tell

- John took way too much onto his shoulders after Arthur left, raising suspicion that he was the one responsible

#rdr2 headcanons #Redhead Writes #cursing #angst

Sanders Sides Ghostbusters AU

Why? Why not. I should be writing a 1,500 word short story right now but fuCK IT (A side note: unless stated otherwise, everyone is gay. This is obvious why am I even saying this)

Peter Venkman: Roman - The fuck is a gender, he loves everybody. If they have a pretty face he’s game - This has gotten him into trouble time and time again and made him bounce around from job to job until he FINALLY settled down to be a scientist, and even THAT didn’t last more than 2 years - ADHD riddled fucker - Still as snarky as ever but also still dramatic - First time getting slimed? Almost had a meltdown. HE WAS HAVING A BAD ENOUGH DAY ALREADY DAMMIT - That lasted 2.5 seconds until Patton (Ray) said he thought it was cool - Starved for attention but snarks at everyone regardless - Acts like a Prinxiety fusion at times (”love me but fuck off“ is the mentality that comes to mind)

#Ghostbusters AU #Sanders Sides #TS Remus #sympathetic deceit #redhead writes #roceit #should I write this?#Officially?#cursing

Red Dead Modern AU headcanons

- I read somewhere that Van der Linde was a pretty dutch name, so someone suggested Dutch was more of a nickname. And so TRANSGENDER DUTCH USES THE NAME AS A PLACEHOLDER BUT GOT FOND OF IT

- TRANS *claps* DUTCH

- “Calm down” NO

- If Arthur winds up going with someone on a date, and the date suddenly gets their period, he absolutely will drag their ass out to get pads...And will bitch about it the whole time because he “hates being helpful” like they MADE him do it

- He’s a salty bastard but I love him

#Redhead Writes #rdr2 headcanons #cursing

Lay Me Down to Sleep (Stranded AU)

(Ships: hint at Logicality, hint at Dukeceit) AU made by @fangirltothefullest! I started thinking of just a fireside scene with Logan and Patton, and the idea started building and absolutely refused to leave me alone. So I wrote it out! SUMMARY: The first night on the island, Thomas is woken up to whispering. It seems Logan is more afraid then he lets on. (Written in first person)

I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep when soft whispers woke me up. The fire was still going, so it wasn’t like the wind was playing tricks on me while playing with the wood…So what was it? I looked around. Roman was sitting with his head on his knees by the fire, still holding the stick he’d used for a poker in his hand. The light from the fire changed his hair colour from brown to raging red. From what I can tell, he’s fast asleep. Poor guy must’ve crashed while watching over us.

“Logan?” I snapped to attention. Logan; sitting not far from me; did as well, looking up as Patton walked over to him and joined him by the fire. “Greetings, Patton,” Logan greeted my morality. “Can you not sleep?” “I don’t think I can,” Patton said. “Being the heart, and all. You know how it works—if the heart sleeps…” “The human doesn’t wake up,” Logan finished. “But you are no longer part of Thomas. You should try to sleep, it’s crucial for your body.” “I’ll be okay,” Patton said with a shrug. “My question is: why are you awake?” Logan looked away. Patton put his hand on his shoulder and dropped his voice to a whisper. I quietly moved a bit closer so I could hear them and caught the tail end of what Logan was saying. “…water.” “You’re still worried about looking for water, huh,” Patton said, a smile in his voice. “I’m worried about all of us, Patton.” Logan ran his fingers through his hair, a worried edge to his voice. “If we don’t drink water, we will die.” “I’m sure a ship will come by—” “When?” Patton didn’t answer. I couldn’t blame him. Logan had a point, after all: if a ship came by, would it be soon enough? Logan was talking again. “I’m not watching you or Thomas die of dehydration because we’re on the wrong side of the world.” “Lolo…” Patton paused as if to think. “We won’t die of dehydration.” “Not if I have a say in it, no,” Logan agreed. Patton stifled a laugh. “Even if you don’t, Lo. We’re surrounded by water, we’ll be fine!” “Water that we cannot drink.” Logan seemed to take off his glasses. Patton put one hand on his hip. “Says who?” He challenged. “Says Remus,” Logan answered matter-of-factly. “If he won’t drink it, I will not allow you to.” Remus sleepily groaned at the mention of his name. Patton and Logan fell silent for a spell until they were sure he was still asleep. “Look at them…” Patton cooed, his voice soft. “We just got here, and they’ve already buddied up.” “Everyone here has.” Logan pointed to Roman. “Roman and Virgil, for example. Thomas and I. Everyone has a buddy except…” Except Patton. The name hung in the air uncomfortably. “I’m scared, Lo,” Patton spoke in a small voice I had to strain my ears to hear. “What if we never go home? What if we decide we don’t want to?” “Preposterous.” The light from the fire reflected off Logan’s eyes as he turned to Patton. “Everyone wants to go home. Virgil does, Roman does, even Deceit and Remus do.” “Do you?” Patton wanted to know. Logan hesitated. “I want to make sure everyone is safe.” Patton sighed. His head landed on Logan’s shoulder. There was maybe a second’s pause before Logan shifted his weight to his other hand and started rubbing Patton’s back. They sat like that for a while, logic and morality taking comfort in each other’s presence. I think I was starting to drift off when Patton suddenly lifted his head. “I’m going to get Roman to bed,” he said quietly. “You should sleep too, Lolo. We can talk more in the morning.” Logan nodded. Patton smiled and patted his shoulder, standing up and walking over to gently nudge Roman awake. Logan didn’t move from his spot beside the fire. I debated over going over to talk to him, but…No. Patton’s given him enough to think about. Might as well go back to sleep. I turned around to scootch back to my sleeping spot and saw a vague shape of purple. It seems Virgil decided to snuggle up to me while Roman was on fire duty. I smile softly and made my way back over to him. He opened his eyes blearily. “Thomas…?” “It’s just me, bud. Go back to sleep,” I told him. He nodded and pulled me tightly against him, closing his eyes again. I wanted to keep watching Logan all night, but Virgil’s rhythmic breathing lulled me back to sleep.

#Redhead Writes #Sanders Sides #sympathetic deceit #ts Remus #Sorry if it gest repetitive at points #train-of-thought writing