#Colt cattleman

[koifsssh]

i absolutely adore the oc’s made for welcome home, all i have seen are so charming and wonderful! very creative too! so i wanted to sketch some out, and direct some of you to some really wonderful artists that are the creators of these ocs!

(more below! it’s kinda lengthy ahaha!)

(poppet reminds me of a slinky toy... i adore poppet sm...)

(silly thing i thought when i drew Sanny and Rainy next to each other! I haven’t seen Sanny colored, but if he’s purple adjacent he and Rainy would definitely look like cousins i think!)

oh boy, im a little scared to tag, but you must know who the lovely creators are!

Dolly - @nonomives Robbie - @clownsuu  Colt - @thelone-copper Poppet - @cupophrogs  Basil (I LOVE HIS DESIGN RAHHH) - @cutepotatook  Sanny - @qep0ermint​ 

(im so sorry to turn all your ocs into marketable plushies...)

#kind of nervous haha! #welcome home #welcome home ocs #myart #rainy dewdrop #robbie robs #colt cattleman #rainy small... a little smaller than wally actually! #robbie could easily just sling him over his back #or. rainy could sit on his shoulders like toddlers do #i do think they all would be very cute as marketable plushies! #i will squeeze them all affectionately! #welcome home mob au

[ashchoo]

I COME BEARING GIFTS!!! for @thelone-copper :)

Colt is the silliest of sillies and I must draw him moreeee

#GRAHHH I must do moreeee #I shall I shall I shall >:) #welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home puppet show #welcome home au #welcome home mob au #welcome home fanart #welcome home arg #colt cattleman #mob colt cattlemen #odalia mantis #mob odalia mantis #mob au #ashton #francis billiam stork #mob francis billiam stork

[ghostkrow]

From that one post by @thelone-copper where Colt fucking died.

Dr. Stone belongs to @clownsuu

Sorry for the tag but Comet is inspired off Poppet sooooo @cupophrogs

#art #my art #oc #welcome home oc #Clownsuu #thelone_copper #mob colt cattleman #colt cattleman #dr. stone #Dr. Stone Face #welcome home mob au #This was so rushed smhhh #Cold really just rip #Dr. Stone looks so weird in my style wtffffff

[thelone-copper]

Mob Colt drunk as fucking shit and needs an arm to lean on while he stumbles home lol

It was an impulse doodle cuz I had an idea that both Colt’s are extra flirty when they’re drunk lmfaooooooo— especially Mob Colt tho. Since he’s a sour puss, that hard whiskey helps him loosen up and smile a lil hehehehehhe

#welcome home mob au fanart #welcome home mob au #welcome home oc #mob colt cattlemen #mob colt cattleman #I struggled so hard on this I dunno why lol

[donnyssupper]

Errr Happy Pride month!🌈🌈🌈

would like to present two friends just being friends bruh

Colt Cattleman belongs to @thelone-copper

they are so silly

#digital art #drawing #doodle #welcome home fanart #welcome home oc #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #fanart #oc art #happy pride 🌈

[super-firepaw119]

he he....Cattleman. @thelone-copper's boy Colt as a literal "Cowboy" (ha puns) ~Bonus Ari doodles~

#Welcome Home #welcome home puppet show #sona #thelone-copper

[camjammed]

Finally, some non mob jam-jam sketches lmaoo

(Colt Cattleman by @thelone-copper )

#welcome home arg #welcome home oc #welcome home #colt cattlemen #jamjam the clown #jamjam the clown lion

[spyhunter705]

so had this done for a while now and i just realized i didn’t post a pic of it so here it is my custom gun box for my colt got the box off of etsy and did the custom liner it isn’t finish i’m trying to find a little something for the lid so i’ll post it once it i finish it.

#Colt Single Action Army #cattleman revolver #cowboy gun #old west

[ashchoo]

back at it again with the mob au

#finally draw mob Odalia lmao #bruh I need to make more Colt and Ashton interactions they’re so cutee #they’re besties now and u can’t tell me otherwise #colt cattleman #mob colt cattlemen #ashton #mob ashton #odalia mantis #mob odalia mantis #welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home mob au #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fanart #welcome home au #welcome home arg

[pd2019]

#classic #revolver #colt .45 #Cattleman Revolver

[backedagainstthewall]

Updated Wild West/Red Dead Verse Information

Like the title says, this is updating a post I wrote over two years ago.  A lot of things are copied and pasted directly from it, but there have been some additions and some things have been changed.  A few RDR-specific notes are at the bottom of the page.  This will be linked to on the pinned post I make, if I ever finally get to it, and might be tweaked once in a while.  

Backstory: James is still from the Mobile area and still lost his parents young and was orphaned, and ended up in an orphanage, which he ran away from with a girl as a teenager (she has long since disappeared from his life).  Here, he fell into a gang, who tended to target other criminals.  In the gang, James participated in a number of types of crimes, mostly robberies.  He stayed with the gang for a while out of loyalty, but eventually left, having to run off, and stole some money from them, which has made them his enemies.  He tends to wander around looking for odd jobs and hunts and sometimes tries to stop other gangs and criminals to survive.  

Travels: Varies by RP.  James might be traveling alone, or with another person.  It’s possible he’s traveling with Joanna (see @notsoinnocentlittleangel).  It will depend on the time of his life and circumstances.  Most likely, he’ll be alone or traveling with one other person.  Of course, he could also be traveling with the other RP character.  If he is a little older, he may have settled down and started a family.  

Skills:  He is fairly skilled with firearms, though I wouldn’t quite call him a true gunslinger.  He carries a Colt Single Action Army (or a Cattleman if we’re sticking with RDR weapons in that verse), a Springfield Rifle, and a double-barreled shotgun, but generally uses the rifle when he can.  James is a good hunter, though not a great one.  He tends to go for medium-sized prey and especially deer.  Once in a while he might go for something bigger to sell.  He’s a better fisherman.  This is in contrast to his main verses, where he doesn’t have much in the way of outdoor survival skills.  

Horse: James has an American Paint horse named Tom.  Tom is a generally tough horse, not easily startled, and tends to be easygoing.  He has decent speed and handles reasonably well, but his best attributes are his calmness under pressure and his stamina.  

Bounty: James will have a “default” bounty of $100 on him.  It could be a good bit higher, depending on the circumstances of the RP.  His bounty posters in the RDR verse at least will probably be seen sporadically throughout the states.  

Red Dead Specific

Here, James was born in Saint Denis (Mobile is a lot closer to Saint Denis than it is, say, Rhodes), but was raised in southern Scarlett Meadows near the Lannahachee River (think the Catfish Jacksons area).  He’s not a member of the Van der Linde Gang by default, but he could become one if it fits the RP and makes sense.  He’ll likely be wary of them otherwise, though not likely to be openly hostile, maybe working with some members.  He also strongly dislikes the O’Driscolls and most of the other gangs seen in the game.  

#About #Headcanon #Verse: Wild West #Verse: Red Dead

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

Michelle Delacruz

“Much like a wild Mustang, this woman has an untameable heart. Wild and fierce, she carries the spirit of the West.”

Name: 

Michelle Manuela Delacruz

Born: 

August 16th, 1877 (Leo)

Notable Characteristics:

Raven hair

Black and purple color scheme

Fierce, light colored eyes

Three deep scars on the right side of her face

Extremely short tempered

Often goes by “Michelle Mustang” due to people often comparing her likeness to a wild Mustang.

Skills:

Sharpshooter

Master rider

Proficient hunter and tracker

Excellent at close combat

Weapons:

Lancaster Repeater

Carcano Rifle

Rare Shotgun

Bow and arrows

Duel wielding custom Navy Revolvers

Family:

Amelia Delacruz (mother, deceased)

Tomas Delacruz (father, deceased)

Joana Delacruz (older sister)

Natalia Delacruz (younger sister)

Background:

Michelle was born to a Mexican-American family out in New Austin. The second daughter of three, growing up in a small shack with her parents and sisters. Her mother a seamstress, her father a vaquero. Given their large family and meager earnings, they learned to live off the land.

One thing Michelle loved, however, was horses. She often was found playing with the steed her father used for work, soon learning how to ride at a young age. Since then she was hooked. When she was out on the land with her family, she would watch the wild horses run across the open expanse and dreamed to be riding amongst them one day.

Being of Latino origin caused more trouble than not for her and her family. They often experienced blatant racism, tailing them home, shouting insults and threatening to lynch or burn them. Regardless, they managed to get home safe.

Until one day, her father didn’t. At the tender age of 8, Michelle and her family found out he’d been ambushed and lynched. The gang of miscreants who performed it were whooping and jeering nearby, ready to take them next. This caused them to move out of fear, relocating themselves further North. With nothing but lint in their pockets and empty bellies, Amelia and Joana sought to find work.

Things were okay for a while. Michelle learned to hunt for the days when money was too scarce for a can of vegetables or a loaf of bread. When she was 14, her mother’s health began to decline from the constant overwork. Amelia died soon after, too poor to afford treatment.

With Joana being 16, they’d managed to secure a household when they struck a deal with a wealthy man, having jobs in exchange for three hot meals and a roof over their heads. Before then, Michelle had never seen a home so extravagant. She became excited when she learned this man had a barn full of horses. She became a stable hand and rode once again, quickly learning how to break and train a horse from the ground up and often assisted in foal deliveries.

After two years, this paradise had come to an end. The man had lost his wealth, which meant having to sell his property and thus, putting the three out on the streets again. None of them could find a steady job, and moved around a lot to find work. It wasn’t until Michelle came across a bounty board in a small town, offering a decent amount of cash for the capture of a criminal she immediately recognized as one of her father’s killers.

Even though Michelle had next to nothing; a worn lasso and a rusty Cattleman revolver, she sought out this man. Using her hunting skills to track him down, she found him in a small camp in West Elizabeth. He had a few guards that she’d taken out without much of a struggle. She eventually cornered him, watching cower and beg for mercy. Blinded by anger, she held the revolver to his head and demanded he look her in the eye. He did, and she watched the realization bloom on his face when he realized who she was. Oh how she wanted to kill him, her finger hovering over the trigger. An inner turmoil of morality burned within her, knowing killing him outright would not bring her father back. She proceeded to shoot him in the leg before tying him up. She then took one of the dead gang member’s horses and rode back, begrudgingly turning him in, but was the first one in line to see him hang.

Afterward, bounty hunting seemed to become a calling for her. Not only had she found each one of her father’s killers, she was able to save enough money to buy a small home for her and her sisters, all the while making a name for herself. At age 21 and having many notches on her belt, she sought to hit a big score: Roxanne, aka “Death Rider” ( @r0xy-w0lf​ ) and began to track the famous outlaw down.

After quite some time, Michelle eventually found her, intent on capturing and turning her in. However, something seemed...different. Roxy gave a vibe that contrasted from others she’d faced, and Michelle found familiarity in her. They sat and talked, with Roxy eventually offering her a place in her gang. Michelle wasn’t keen at first, turned off by the idea of becoming a part of something she’d been hunting down for years. However, Michelle was now alone after her sisters had found lives of their own, and she missed the feeling of close family.

She’s now a part of the Death Squad, who welcomed her with open arms. She’s still trying to figure out the ropes but finds herself fitting more and more each passing day.

Extra:

If there’s one thing Michelle hates, it’s bullies. Facing much prejudice and racism throughout her life have caused her to get into plenty of fights. She will not hesitate to swing a fist.

She was in fact known to hold secret fights as a teenager to pull in extra cash.

She will also stand up for anyone who can’t defend themselves within reason.

She can and will drink you under the table.

When she was younger, she would try to befriend the wild horses by spending time at a distance from a herd that lived not too far from her home. As they grew more comfortable with her presence, she would come up and feed them treats.

She supposedly has German roots from her father’s side, but this was never confirmed.

Very few people know she was a mother. Having entered a relationship with a childhood friend at the age of 18, putting a potentially permanent pause on her dangerous lifestyle with hopes to settle down. She gave birth to a sickly baby, who died just days later. This experience hardened Michelle, as well as caused an irreparable rift in between her and her lover. She often thinks about them both, but doesn’t consider attempting to settle down again.

Her baby is buried out in New Austin, in a place that only she knows. She will visit whenever she’s in the area, and on the anniversary of his death.

The scars on her face were received early in her bounty hunting career, caught in a melee fight with her target when she was momentarily incapacitated by a guard. The outlaw had gotten a few slices in before she was able to break free.

She visits Joana and Natalia as often as she can.

She’s come in brief contact with the Van der Linde gang in pursuit of their bounties, but they were too large and powerful for her to take alone. She found respect in their morals of helping people who need it. She sometimes will chat if she runs into one of them. She’ll often steal Arthur’s hat for a day or so without his knowledge and replace it when he’s not looking.

Horses:

“I prefer stallions to mares. Mares are too much like me, that’s why I don’t trust ‘em.” - Michelle

Dante: Bay Frame Overo Criollo Stallion

Michelle’s main mount. A stallion with a kind eye and sweet disposition that she found charming. Easily her fastest horse, and by far her best.

Santiago: Bay Brindle Criollo Stallion

Michelle’s second horse. She hadn’t been looking for another horse, until his unusual brindle coating caught her eye. She admired how sturdy he was, and certainly built to handle somewhat heftier work and hunts.

Rojas: Chestnut Arabian Stallion

Michelle’s longest held mount. She's not terribly fond of Arabians and their skiddish demeanor. Rojas however, was an exception. One of the colts she helped birth in her younger days, she bonded with him during her two years as a stable hand and broke him herself. After he was sold, she tracked him down when she had the money and bought him back.

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@theunholyoutlaw​ @verai-marcel​ @eddesceulla​

So, little known fact here for y’all: Michelle is an old character from another fandom that I decided to resurrect for the RDR universe, since in her original setting, she was also a cowgirl (a cowgirl with powers and a ghost horse lmao)

#Michelle Delacruz #rdo #red dead online #red dead OC #Death Squad

[gamingweaponry]

The guns in 2018′s “Read Dead Redemption 2″ Are some of my personal favorite to date. The sheer historical accuracy of these firearms is astounding. While the names have changed, each firearm is incredibly accurate. From loading mechanism, to the look and feel. The amount of detail Rockstar put into this game is absolutely incredible.  Pictured above are variants of the Cattleman Revolver (Colt Single Action Army) and the Schoefield revolver, which actually retained it’s historical name. The SAA Is loaded via the loading gate, one bullet at a time. Whereas the Schofield is a top break revolver, allowing for much faster reloads. 

[clownsuu]

Goofy liddol doodles-

More lil guys,,, (@thelone-copper)

#Littlest of guys #Welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home mob au #welcome home wally #welcome home barnaby #welcome home howdy #welcome home sally #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #howdy pillar #sally starlet #Robbie robs #mob colt cattleman #colt cattleman

[gaslightwestern]

Skills | Charlotte O’Shea | When Sins Haunt

Charlotte has a tendency of getting her friends into trouble—good things she knows how to get them out.

March 1878 | 1150 words | TW: Violence / Blood

Could hearts bruise? Undoubtedly. Charlotte’s pounded as if ready to burst through her ribs, fighting back against her heaving lungs for space. Her boots battered the cracked earth; the ground long starved of rainfall. From the dirt roads into the parched fields, her brown taffeta dress clung to her skin now slick with sweat. Maricela’s screams traveled across the plains, echoing through the swirling clouds of dust that obscured the valley. Each one tore through Charlotte, sending fresh waves of anguish down her spine. Just a bit further. Hold on. She had to save her. Had to. This was entirely Charlotte’s fault—as always.

A flash of dark brown hair cut through the haze. Charlotte drew and cocked her revolver. “Maricela!”

Before Fort Worth, Charlotte’s exposure to firearms had been minimal at best. Now her Colt Single Action never left her side. Many lines ran through her life, dividing time into a before and an after. The moment Sam handed Charlotte the Peacemaker was one of them. Five and a half inches. Six bullets. .45 caliber. Nickel-plated. Walnut grip. An extension of her hand, of herself. No friend of violence but no longer a stranger, her Colt gave Charlotte a sense of security. It leveled the playing field, for a single bullet could cut through men twice her size. However, while danger may set the revolver aflame against her hip, only justice called her fingers into action. She hoped that would always be true.

“Charlotte!” Maricela yelled, her voice hoarse from screaming. “Shoot him!”

In the clearing, four people stood before a red-brick church whose the towering steeple was topped with a crucifix. A large white man held a knife to Maricela’s neck, his other thick arm was wrapped around her waist. Her hair had come undone and spilled over her shoulders as she struggled under his hold. The warm brown skin of her face and neck were smeared with blood from her nose—knowing Maricela her tongue likely lashed out before the blow.

The desire to empty her revolver into his face was immense. However, the remaining pair of men who stood on either side of the closed church doors kept her still. A short, tanned blond and a lanky, brown-skinned man with a wiry mustache, they alternated between which woman their shotguns threatened. All three were unknown to her, but she knew they worked for Laurel Granston. The wealthy landowner and cattleman was now highly aware Charlotte and Thomas were investigating his connection to a series of murders that had rocked Fort Worth.

Skin heavily burnt, the large man stayed in the shade. His face was mostly lost beneath his wide brimmed beige hat. “You come any closer and I’ll slit her throat to the bone.”

The warmth of sun left her skin as Charlotte joined them in the shadow of the cross; her eyes and aim never wavered. The two other men aimed their shotguns at Charlotte’s chest. “Your boss isn’t doing a very good job at projecting an image of innocence if this is his way of sending a message.”

“Another whore who needs her tongue cut out,” he sneered. “Unless you want to watch me do exactly that to your friend, I suggest you tell me where the Quinns are.”

Her finger hovered above the trigger. Thank heavens Maricela was petite—not the best person for a full grown man to hide behind. To dispatch him would be simple, if not for the shotguns. This is what Thomas had trained her for. The spaces between customers and the shooting range outside the back of Quinn’s Firearms gave her the time and opportunity to practice daily. He told her that often it is patience, not skill alone, that wins the day.

Her voice was as firm and steady, though her heart was anything but. “Let her go.” The man snorted in response. “She’s not involved. I’m the one you want.”

“I hope you burn in hell,” Maricela hissed through clenched teeth. “You filthy basta—” He pressed the blade harder, drawing blood from her neck.

“Stop it! Stop!” Charlotte’s false confidence vanished as Maricela cried out in pain.

The sunburned man laughed. “Is that gun even real or did that ol’ bastard give you a little toy to play with?”

“Why don’t we find out?” This caused more uproar, now from all three. Let them laugh. By no means a shootist yet, they would soon learn when the time called for it her shot was true.

“Look at this stupid whore. What’s in your head, girl? You fire and my boys will riddle you both with bullets.”

“True, but at least you’ll be dead too.”

His voice raised sharply. “Toss it on the ground.”

“Don’t do it!” Maricela’s face was strained from trying not to cry, but the tears leaked as the blade dug in. Charlotte mouthed a silent sorry, pushing the hammer back. A wave of powerlessness washed over as her revolver hit the dirt, making it hard to stand with her hands raised or meet Maricela’s eye.

“I’m not gonna ask again. Where are they?”

“Probably breaking into the Granston mansion as we speak.”

Mutual glances of horror ensued. It was the truth and the men knew it. Thomas and Sam left Fort Worth a few hours prior, bound for Dallas. The man holding Maricela lifted his head just enough for his deep-set eyes to stare down Charlotte.

“Boys! Grab Miss Grace. She’ll be accompanying the three of us back to Granston’s.”

Wrong number. Charlotte whipped another Peacemaker from her skirt pocket, jumping backwards as she fanned the hammer. The blast of a shotgun nearly erased Maricela’s shriek as she dashed forward. A bullet snapped her assailant’s head backwards. Blood spurting out from between his empty eyes. His body crumbled with a thud on the steps; the knife lay by his still hand. Maricela grabbed the shotgun from the blond man whose torso bore two oozing wounds. Clawing the dirt, he cursed until red in the face. The other man who had fired and missed only got nicked in the arm, but with Maricela advancing and the last bullet in Charlotte’s Colt locked on his skull, the man dropped his weapon and raised his hands.

While Maricela collected the remaining shotgun, Charlotte grasped her original revolver, trying to still her breath as she twirled both. Crimson slowly dripped down the church steps as her gaze rose to the cross above, rimmed by the waning sunlight. Pride could be found in the skill, but not the aftermath. A heaviness bloomed inside and silenced her thoughts. Charlotte’s arms hung limply; a white-knuckled grip held her revolvers.

Over the curses and cries of pain, Maricela shoved the barrel into the man’s chest, forcing him to help his wounded friend stand up. She grinned. “Not so fun being on the other end of the table, is it, Señor?”

[ Overview | Intro | Page | # | Charlotte | Jack | Warren | Sam | Martin, Mae & Theo | Backstory ] 

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#writeblr #writing #amwriting #historical fiction #western #yourocsbackstory #drabble #when sins haunt #oc: Charlotte #oc: Maricela

[funky-lil-cowgirl-yeehaw]

Oh heck!! So for the cowboy personality thing I am,, a big ol queer lesbian! People I know have the tendency to say I'm vulgar but really funny, clever, and passionate (about a lot of things lol), but also lazy and reeeally unobservant lmao. What do you think I would wear n what kind of environment would I live in? Any weapons? Thank you so much!!! This is so creative lsdkdjfj

!!!!! thank you!! i hope i do cowboy you justice with this list B)

you’d ride a flea bitten gray or a blue foam horse, with a medium brown saddle that’s embellished with your horses name, your name and your brand

(psssst. you probs also stole this horse while escaping a local bar fight and just. decided to treat the horse better than their last rider did)

on rides you like to go hella fast, often bumping into other cowboys and making bets with them about who could beat the other in a straight race (you’ve won more often than not, since your horse likes you and is willing to comply)

your most favorite rodeo activity would be the straight race

your least favorite would be the barrels, since they take a lot of control with little time to focus purely on speed

you’d spend most your time in the west texas area right along the border (no mans land) and sometimes you’d cross into mexico or new mexico

sometimes u just. fall asleep on your saddle while riding and trust your horse takes you where u need to go. has worked in your favor more often than not??

i have the feeling you’d carry two colt single action armys, and dual wield them when you need to. you prefer knife fights but hey, what needs to be done is done

on account of the knife, you’d have a 4 knife collection but only one would be used for fighting (not to mention your preferred tool for everything else. it’s basically your swiss army knife but with only one blade.) you’d own a kukri (for cutting down tree brush in your way), a balisongs (cause it looks cool), a hunting knife (for harder jobs that have a thicker area to cut), and a bushcraft knife, with the bushcraft knife being your go-to combat knife and everything else knife.

i know how to describe it, but it take a little while, here’s what you would wear (replace the cowboy hat with a dark brown cattleman cowboy hat, and the fur undercoat with a parlor vest, and you have your outfit)

#cowboy #cowboy ask #ask #asks