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with a spray bottle full of bleach

how to get morston shippers off your Tumblr no glue no borax

#we've all been victims

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bit down on my lip so hard i drew blood.

the way I wanna gnaw on his bicep,, he's so fine I NEED HIM💔

he's the type of man to say "lemme ask the missus first, alrigh'?" and i know that cos im the missus

#i need him so goddamn bad i’m gripping the sheets #I love cowboys #arthur morgan #im just a girl

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oh my heart

some of the better arthurs I've drawn

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #original art

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things have been very eventful the last week or so and I haven’t had much chance to draw (i also rediscovered planet zoo and that game is one where it’s very easy for me to look up and realize 4 hours have passed very quickly. so that’s also been taking up a lot of my free time.)

but here’s some quick drawings for you to see. I have more art ideas so here’s hoping things slow down soon

#he’s such a sweet little cowboy #he could do no wrong in my eyes #he’s innocent your honor #Arthur Morgan #rdr2

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I've got chapters 13 through 20 all outlined so far YIPPEE. I will probably add more filler chapters along the way but for now its a good start. Looking forward, I'm thinking this fic might be around 30-35 chapters total. Woof.

I'm also looking at chapter 18 being the smut scene. I know its so far awayyyy but this is a slow burn and it will be worth it. Lots of fluff and comfort coming up tho :)

I’m already 5k words into ch 12 and I haven’t even gotten to Arthur’s torture yet🫢

#lets see if my ADHD will allow me to see this through #I'm having so much fun writing this #I love being delusional #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan x oc #ao3 writer #writing process #writers on tumblr #writing #fanfiction

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My family does this. Then the cats join and it turns into a family meeting 🤣

something modern au i must see is when arthurs chilling in his room then john walks in too see what hes doing.

then a second later dutch does too.

then hosea does too. then tilly.

then its just a family gathering in his bedroom and he cant get them out.

#i love their little found family #rdr2 #john marston #hosea matthews #red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #Arthur Morgan

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Okay I was going through my OC Pinterest board trying to find references and such. Cause I wanna draw more Kate McCanon. And I think I’ve had an epiphany of what she really looks like in my mind.

If you guys picture her differently that is by all means fine by me! I want you guys to create whatever image fits best for you, that’s why I didn’t include much description of her in the story.

But for the sake of shits n’ giggles this is how I see in her my head:

Does anybody remember that really old show Legend of the Seeker? I believe there’s a book too, but I only vaguely remember the show. Came out in like 2008 or something. Anyways there’s this girl Kahlan Amnell played by Bridget Regan. And that is EXACTLY how I imagine my OC Kate. Just with twin braids.

Here’s a younger version too:

I just think she’s the cutest. And she’s got an air of authority and strength to her. Along with a sweetness in her eyes.

Given Kate’s last name I figured it was obvious her father is Irish. And I made it a point to mention in the story that her mother is Italian. I’d say the only difference between her and these photos is I imagined Kate’s skin to be a tad darker. More like an olive tan.

Anyways sorry for yapping I just wanted to share :)

(Here’s an audio clip that I think matches her personality as well)

#my oc stuff #Kate McCanon #red dead redemption OC #arthur morgan x original female character #original character #face claims #legend of the seeker #ao3 fanfic #famfiction #writing process #red dead redemption 2 #oc x canon #x original character

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He is honestly the ONLY person I would cast if Roger Clark couldn’t do it. I know the voice would throw me off at first but Jensen would absolutely CRUSH THIS ROLE

I have a whole list of actors who I consider to be my personal RDR2 live-adapted fancast, and Jensen Ackles as Arthur Morgan is 100% one of them

Do you guys see my vision

#I’ve had a fat crush on Jensen since i was 13 #Arthur Morgan #jensen ackles #fan cast

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Alright we’re at 9k going strong. Maybeee half way done. I’m contemplating making this two parts cause I fear it might be more than I realized.

Lmk if you guys prefer something shorter, like 10k. As opposed to maybe like 20k. (I would probably upload them at the same time regardless.) 🥸

I’m already 5k words into ch 12 and I haven’t even gotten to Arthur’s torture yet🫢

#i really do be yapping a lot in this chapter i apologize #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #ao3 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan x oc #red dead fandom #ao3 fanfic #fanfic

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I’m curious to know what others writing process looks like…

Do you put all your thoughts on paper/screen and only go back to make edits once you’ve completed it,

or do you write by sections, going back at intermittent points to make edits before continuing?

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #ao3 writer #writers on tumblr #writing #writing process #random polls #poll time #writing prompt

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I’m already 5k words into ch 12 and I haven’t even gotten to Arthur’s torture yet🫢

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #ao3 fanfic #arthur morgan x original female character

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Deadly sins

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another page of arthurs with one unit of micah I did the other day.

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OHH THIS IS SO INTERESTING!!!! I’ve never seen a rdr2 fic like this before, you have my full attention here. I hope you continue the story!!

Siren Songs: Arthur Morgan x Siren!Reader

You sneered at the outlines of the men before you, your nails scratching faint lines into the thick glass. Your tail thrashed in the water, kicking up the dirt that sat thick at the bottom. The water tasted odd, like metal had been rusting in it for years, it didn’t taste clean. It made your skin start to ache.

You missed the taste of the sea.

Even in your deepest of dreams, you could still taste the salt on your skin and smell the brine that pooled beneath your body. How long had it been since you and your friends were snatched up from the sea? Years?

You glared at the men who had their backs to you, making sure to avoid eye contact as they laughed and regaled at how much money they had made off of you all. You could still feel the eyes of what looked to be thousands of people staring at you from beyond the thick glass and murky water you were all kept in.

They always made sure to keep the lid on tight, lest another “accident” happens and you all drown and maim another one of their men.

They had made a stop for the night, settling in some little town riddled with filth if the water they had rehomed you in was any clue. They had stashed your tanks in a stable amongst the four-legged beasts they call horses. Your heart tugged; Some of them were in the same shit show you were in: Forced to perform for the masses because of how different you were from humans. At least they could taste fresh air and even fresher waters.

Your eyes remained pinned on the men before you, narrowing your eyes and wrinkling your nose when one would turn to look at you before laughing with his “pals” only for them all to erupt in laughter.

“Come away from there,” one of your friends called. “It’ll do you no good just staring at them like that.”

A bitter taste settled at the back of your throat as you finally let go of the glass.

Just as you turned to swim towards your friends, the stable doors suddenly were yanked open.

“Dutch, are ya sure ye know what yer doin’?” Arthur didn’t even look over to the other men to his side.

He drew his bandana over his nose and unholstered his revolver as the older man just chuckled.

“Arthur, my boy, think of how much money we’d be gettin’ from this! In no time, we’ll be off in T-”

“Arthur’s right,” Hosea piped up. Dutch shot him a look. “They are dangerous creatures. They’ll think we’re just like their captors. One wrong move and we’re all goners.”

“It’s too late to back out now.”

Dutch unholstered his own revolver and started towards the stable that shockingly wasn’t very guarded.

Arthur followed close behind, eyeing the carts holding dangerous wild animals who eyed them all like they were walking hunks of meat ripe for eating. A shiver ran down his spine at the memory of that damned lion for Margaret that nearly took him down for good. Arthur snuck around the carts with Lenny and John while Dutch, Hosea and Micah took to the front.

A few shots rang out before Arthur and the others raced towards the front doors, already seeing a few bodies on the floor while Dutch had the rest getting on their knees.

“What is it? Money? We can give ya money!” one of the men pleaded.

They were all dressed nicely, better than anyone he’s ever seen in Saint Denis. They had to be from somewhere like New York City with clothes like that; Rich silks that were getting dirty from kneeling on the grimy floorboards covered in horse dung and God knows what else.

“Although ‘m honored for the offer, you fellows have somethin’ else I’ve had my eye on for awhile now,” Dutch smirked.

“Take it! It’s yours! Just let us go!” another of the men pleaded.

“Where are you fellows keepin’ the sirens?”

All of their eyes widened at the question.

“Wh- You can’t! They’re our star attraction!”

Dutch cocked the revolver and pressed it against the man’s forehead, the poor bastard was sweating through his expensive linens to the point where he could smell that pompous aftershave and cologne from where he stood.

“I ain’t askin’ again, gentlemen. The sirens?”

“There’s a wagon there,” Micah sneered, motioning towards the back of the stable with his gun. “What’s in it?”

Just the look on Micah’s face made Arthur want to silence him. Hell, everything Micah did made him want to shoot him dead where he stood.

“Arthur, go check it out,” Dutch motioned to the wagon.

Arthur swallowed thickly but slowly peeled away from the rest of the group. He was careful to step towards the wagon, noticing right away on how huge it was and especially how odd-looking it was. It was the same maroon wood with gold accents and wheels locked into place, but instead of large iron bars to keep whatever is in, it was thick glass.

With a lot of scratches on the inside.

Arthur stepped closer, noticing how murky the water was and how it was pushed back into the darkest corner of the stable away from the horses. The water must have felt so cold and disgusting.

At first, he didn’t see anything in the large tank.

And then he saw multiple pairs of eyes cutting through the darkness. Various shades of colors, but the pair of yellow eyes in the front stuck out to him the most. They were judging him, eyeing him up on whether he was prey to them or a predator. He couldn’t blame them, especially after how long those poor things have been in captivity. It made his heart twist in his ribs.

Dutch had been following this entire thing since Blackwater. It was his next big thing besides all of the other “plans” he had in that odd head of his. He was going to steal the sirens from this traveling circus and pawn them off to the highest bidder.

Dutch came up behind Arthur with a lantern in hand and gun ready in the other. His eyes widened at the sight of multiple eyes glowing the in the murky water and raised the lantern to the glass.

The entire pack of them flinched away from the light, but he really only got a good look at the one in front with the yellow eyes. Their scales had started to lose their color so long ago, there was just a faint trace of blue in the dull scales. Overgrown claws that had been neglected, a long tail curled and twisting the water, a wide fin that had little tears at the ends. He could only imagine how the others looked.

It was cruel to keep them in such disgusting conditions.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Dutch gawked. “Let’s get ‘em outta here and back to camp.”

It was late at night when Arthur left the confines of his tent, staring at the tank wagon at the edge of camp and started towards it with a lit lantern in hand. He saw the bodies in the water all huddled together, clinging to the edges on the tank fast asleep. Except for you.

Upon feeling eyes on the tank, your own parted and stared Arthur down as he walked up, a fire lit under his ass and burned him with determination. He saw you tail thrash a bit in the water, your claws sank a bit into the lip of the tank, the gills on your throat flared. You were trying to intimidate him, to drive him away; Yet you didn’t use your voice to do so.

“Why are you here?” your eyes narrowed.

He mulled over his words, his eyes pinned to yours in a hypnotic trance.

“‘M sorry.” Your eyes widened just a bit, your grip on the edge of the tank lessened. “I know you all’ve been through a lot. Made out to be some monsters, gettin’ looked like yer freaks. It ain’t fair to you all.”

He doesn’t know how long the silence enveloped you both. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours; But you softened up and finally let go of your death grip on the tank and freely floated on the water’s surface.

“You’re not… afraid of me?”

“No.”

“Then why are you here?”

Arthur’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly. The way your inhuman eyes searched his, the way the sun shimmered off of your dull scales. It made his stomach flutter in an odd way.

“‘M gonna get ya out of this mess.”

#arthur morgan #arthur x reader #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead fandom #arthur morgan x original female character #fantasy

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Kieran Duffy pls!

Drawing the Gang,

Part 2!!

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Your fic makes me want to post my own oc x arthur stuff, and that's a far greater impact than anything that hateful anon would ever create

Omg post it!!! I’m sure your fic is wonderful in its own ways because it’s yours! Thats the thing that makes reading and creating stories so fun is that everyone always has something new and fresh to bring to the table.

Don’t doubt your own work, if you love it I’m sure others will love it too :)

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 fanfic

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Ok that persons comment about your fic and Arthur’s weight seriously annoys me!! I can’t imagine how you feel.

I know I’ve been kind of a silent reader (i don’t usually comment a lot) but I have to say i love your fanfic. There’s so many things i like about it but i wanted to say, i really appreciated how you portrayed Arthur’s guilt. Him diving into food and alcohol as a way to numb himself almost made me tear up. I don’t think it’s out of character at all. In fact i think it’s incredibly in character. I think the fact alone that the game lets you get wasted, as well as make Arthur overweight/underweight has some semblance to this, even tho those are entirely up to the player.

Survivors guilt is real and the manner you discussed it was very raw and emotional. Just that chapter alone you added SO MUCH depth to his character. I think anon just has this idea in their head that Arthur is a stoic unemotional killing machine. But He is a human being with human emotions. And i think you presented them to us in a very endearing and respectful way.

Gosh thank you so much🥹

Honestly, their comment really doesn’t bother me. I couldn’t care less if someone doesn’t like what i write. Had they asked me why i chose to go that route w/ his insecurity i would have happily answered.

But i appreciate you so much, even if you’re a silent reader. Just the fact that you like my story means the world to me. ♥️♥️

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #red dead fandom #ao3 fanfic #arthur morgan x original female character