#hair dye queen

[peridotsiren]

I can't waiiit to go back to red but adding a lil change this time! ❤️❤️

[xxsicko-skeletonsxx]

[chloesimaginationthings]

I absolutely ADORE the way you draw game Vanessa she looks so mother 🙏

I’m actually so glad people like how Vanny looks!

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

They are like siblings to me (derogatory)

Bonus doodles of me figuring out how to draw them

[screamingk4t]

I want to dye my hair blue so badly :33

[sadly-never-after]

One of my favourite things to think about is adult Duchess and how unbelievably bittersweet she will feel once she has to stop dancing.

The best and luckiest ballet dancers in the world retire around their early 40s (and that’s only if they are very very lucky), with most of them retiring around their late 20s-early 30s.

She would be the first descendent of the swan princess to find herself unable to dance. She would be the first to undergo the chronic pain and muscle cramps that will lead her to abandon her biggest passion. I can’t help but imagine how, even if it will be painful to abandon the art she has perfected throughout her life, it will also be a symbol of longevity, something that will be hers purely. It’s a medal that tells the world “Look at me! I got my happily ever after!”

[ilikemoneyxoxo]

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

WHEN THE ACTORS OF HOUSE TARGARYEN TURN PLATINUM/SILVER BLONDE IN REAL LIFE:

EMILIA CLARKE AND EWAN MITCHELL DYE THEIR HAIR.

[imfinereallyy]

any color looks good on you

for @spoookysix who requested fluff, and I will never deny them anything.

“I can’t believe this.” Eddie groaned as he banged his head against Robin’s bathroom counter.

“What? It looks good!” Robin pushed her hands through Eddie’s hair, the tips of her fingernails stained red. She was trying to fix the mess Eddie made, pulling his own hands away from yanking any hair out.

“Robin, the box said blue! This is so very clearly not blue! It’s red!” Eddie spun around to look at her. He expected her laughter or even a grimace at his new look, but instead, she simply had on her “you’re an idiot” look.

It was a special look she reserved for only Steve and Eddie.

“First off, did you bother checking the dye before you bought the box? People just switch it sometimes.”

“Well—“ Eddie was prepared to lie, but one scathing look from the lanky girl stopped him in his tracks. “—no.”

Robin tsked, “Classic dying one-oh-one, always check the box.”

“Get off your high horse, Robbie; what do you know?”

“Clearly my ‘you’re an idiot’ face wasn’t enough—“ Eddie knew the look was special “—you’re an idiot, Munson.”

“Hey!”

Robin rolled her eyes and pushed on. “You literally came to me for a reason, as I have experience in the at-home dye process. As you can tell from the lovely highlights I gave myself.” She fluffed her shoulder-length hair, clearly impressed with herself.

“It still looks terrible.”

“Jesus, Eddie. You’re such a drama queen. It looks great! Besides, it's not like you bleached it; your hair is just tinted red. You look hot."

"Says the lesbian!"

Robin looked like she was about to protest until a sudden noise came from the living room.

"Robs! I'm home! I got the Vaseline you asked for, which I still don't understand what you need for." Steve's voice echoed throughout the apartment.

Robin got a wicked grin on her face, one Eddie had never seen before. It was worse than her idiot face. "Well, if my lesbianism offends you so greatly, why don't we get someone who's more your style? Hmmmm?"

Eddie scrambled after Robin, who was already wrenching the door wide open, "No, please. Robin, I'm sorry! I won't ever question you again!"

It was too late; Robin was a woman on a mission. "Oh, Steven dear! Would you please make your way to the bathroom? I want your opinion on something."

Eddie debated making a break for it through the window. His hopes were destroyed seconds after when he remembered they were on the third floor.

Steve sighed, but his footsteps approached the bathroom. "Not even my name, Robin. And I swear if you are asking me if you have a mustache again, I will—" Steve stopped at the sight of Eddie. Silence filled the room as he stared.

Maybe Eddie could survive with a broken foot.

Robin pinched Eddie when she noticed his line of sight. "Ow! This is homophobia!"

Eddie's yelling seemed to snap Steve out of it. "New hair?" He hadn't moved from his spot in the entryway, seemingly rooted to place. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he eyed Eddie.

Eddie pulled a piece of hair in front of his mouth, suddenly nervous. "Yeah, it—uh—it looks silly, I know. The box said blue, and it was supposed to make the black deeper, and someone switched the dye—"

"Can I get a closer look?" Steve interrupts.

"What?" Eddie startled.

This time, Steve stepped forward, placing himself in Eddie's space. His fingers brushed the hair out of Eddie's hands to behind his ear. "Do you mind if I...?"

Eddie nodded frantically as all words escaped him.

Steve's thumb brushed Eddie's cheekbone, a gentle rhythm to soothe him. Steve moved his hand into Eddie's curls, never once breaking eye contact. "Pretty."

It was Eddie's turn to blush, "Tha—thanks. I am, uh, know it's strange."

As Steve hummed, Eddie could hear Robin fake gagging in the background. Eddie kicked her shin. "Sure, it could be strange. But I think that's fitting for you. Besides, I think any color would look nice on you. This one is especially gorgeous, though." Steve's hand lingered on the back of Eddie's neck as he stroked his hair.

Eddie was going to pass out. "Really?"

"Yea, Eds. You're always beautiful."

The two stared for a moment, lost in each other. Eddie wondered if this moment meant something. The glimmer in Steve's eye told him yes.

A throat cleared behind them, "As lovely and obviously very straight as this moment is, are you over your breakdown now? Can I go study?"

Steve laughed but didn't let go of the back of Steve's neck, the moment not quite as broken as Eddie thought it would be.

"Yea, Robs, go study. Think I'm going to braid Eddie's new hair for him."

Eddie was sure his cheeks matched his hair, red and blotchy. Steve seemed to like them both, though, so he made sure not to complain again.

"Disgusting." Robin pushed her way through the both of them, throwing an "A thank you would be nice!" over her shoulder.

"Thank you, Robin!" Eddie shouted, eyes never leaving Steve.

Steve tugged on a curl and grinned, "Yea, thanks, bobby!"

**

[bell-wizard-art-archive]

Apple White, who wants so desperately to be like her mother but doesn't look like her versus Raven Queen, who wants so desperately to set herself apart from her mother but looks more like her every year. Who would win.

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

The Red-Handed Queen

You can do anything... except scrub this gore from your hands

Naturally, I had to have a go at making a design for her! Her dress is based off of 1860s ballgowns, while having some medieval inspired elements! Her crown is made of rosegold, and she wear the jewels seen in the Appalling Socialite's Parabolan Campaign with the chessboard!

[hole34]

hey babes choose what i dye my hair tonight cuz i can't decide but i am dead set on dying my hair something within the next few hours

[xxsicko-skeletonsxx]

[2009xd]

manic panic blinkies !

[screamingk4t]

I hate it when I'm walking around my house and find a blue hair on the floor... (some of my hair is blue but most of it is brown btw). This means my hair hates me and is evacuating from my head. The brown hair is in the majority and is bullying the blue hair... and he throws himself from my head to the floor to relieve its suffering...

But it doesn't work, he hits the ground and everyone steps on it and it's even worse... (my blue hair was a bit stupid in that sense)

The worst thing of all is when the water turns blue after washing my hair. It means that the blue hair is losing his color, his shine... to try to be the same as dark brown hair. But he will never be the same as dark brown hair, because if he loses his color, he will become blonde and still be different...

The life of a blue hair is not easy, but he cannot try to become brown, stop being himself, throw himself out of the head with majority of brown hair. He is a blue hair and there are few blue hair im this world, and he cannot try to change who he really is...

He will never be a brown hair and he have to accept that, the most he can be is blond, but deep down he will always be blue, a blue hair that became blond.... Only by being born again he will become brown.

[transmechanicus]

Don’t usually show my natural hair so be grateful and sweet to me, m’kay?