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Honest opinion: I realllyyyy like the way you keep Silco’s appearance close to canon, like keeping his nose the same and especially his crooked teeth. They’re one of my favourite details about him! Aah!

It's getting concerning how much I love Silco's teeth. I am obsessed

Have you ever noticed this little moment when Silco sometimes sucks in his lower lip when he talks

Also just because:

Aah. Teefs. Teefies.

I love his nose too, phenomenal, but i am in love with teefies

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Happy birthday Jesus💋💥

Merry yaoimas guys ily

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“Pure vulnerability, raw and beautiful.”

DISCLAIMER.

this is an AU!! NOT CANON TIMELINE. JIMMY IS SLIGHTLY REDEEMABLE IN MY AU…

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Oh sorry, I meant one like the hungry beer belly Micah Bell bot you made. If you need me to provide a character then Arthur Morgan.

AAAA okie dokie here ya go :3

Link: https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/5ysqjv2y

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If you're taking bot requests, could you make another hungry bot of any character?

Helloooo,,, please specify teehee— idk whatchu mean by hungry bot😿 i might be misunderstanding so please please specify:33 also it depends on which character or if im comfortable!!

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Yeah so…

somebody redraw this as curly and jimmy

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useless ray of goddamn sunshine

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guards! read me my bedtime yaoi

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MY BABY!!!!

a real cake and a party with no jimmy for captain curly yay!

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FROSTBITE.

Pairings : Arthur Morgan x GN!reader

Summary : Reader and Arthur go out hunting, Arthur pushes through the snow until he’s shaking like a leaf, his nose red, and his feet numb. Reader tends his wounds and scars, helping him warm up.

Tags : fluff, minor nudity, slight use of Y/N.

Wc : 850+

An : yes Ik it’s short I was half asleep doing ts 😭🤦 also this is my first fic that I didn’t scrap so have mercy 💔😢

It was a brutal, cold night. Dutch’d sent you and Arthur out hunting. This week was cruel, barely any animals were around the campsite, the blizzard had gotten worse— and most dreadful of all, John had came back with half his head torn by wolves.

“Goddamn— thick sunovabitch..” Arthur murmured under his breath as he walked in the deep inches of snow while you follow close.

It was hard to see in this blizzard, the only thing you could’ve seen was endless white snow for miles. Arthur had prepared his gun already. “So damn hard to hear anything in this state,” he growled. “Look out for anything movin’. Could be anything,but ‘least it’s somethin’.”

You nod, pulling out your revolver. “Even if it’s a goddamn bear?” You scoffed.

“Specially if it’s a goddamn bear.”

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A few hours of waiting around has passed— your knuckles had gone red already. Arthur was already shaking. Just a week ago the blizzard ate and tore apart Arthur’s jacket.

“Goddamn,” he growled, squinting his eyes.

“You alright?” You tilt your head at him, face full of concern.

“Of course.” He replied, ashamed to admit he’s shaking like a goddamn leaf.

“Shh— quiet. I hear shuffling in the snow,” he murmured, crouching down in the deep snow. “Hide. Don’t wanna spook it.”

Arthur crept up closer to the sound, pulling out his shotgun.

“Careful,” you warned him, gripping on your revolver.

“It don’t sound large. Sounds like a goddamn rabbit,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” scoffing, he stood up from his position and slowly approached the sound.

As soon as he saw the snow moving. He pointed the shotgun barrel at the spot. “C’mon, boy..” he murmured to himself—

A small bear cub popped his head out.

“What the fuck?”

A loud growl is heard from the side. Arthur backed up— falling onto the deep snow— almost getting himself trapped. “Goddamnit!!”

You looked around in the direction of the snow—

There Emerged a large angry momma bear. “Oh fuck—“ you ducked down in the snow, hopping it won’t see you.

The bear approached Arthur— but fortunately for him, he’d already stood up. “Christ!!—“ he stepped back. “Easy there, girl…” he muttered as the bear growled at him. “C-‘mon. I ain’t hurt yer cub—“ he lifted his hand up, “He’s fine—“

Crck— the cub wailed in pain as Arthur stepped on his leg. “Goddamnit—“

The large bear lunges forward onto Arthur, biting his leg. “Y/N!! Fuck— Help me, Goddamnit!!”

You stumbled over and stood up, grabbing your shotgun before pointing it at the bear, pulling the trigger. The bear growled in pain, but didn’t let go of Arthur’s leg. You shoot in another time, hitting it on it’s head. It’s blood splattering and contrasting over the white snow. It fell— dead on the ground.

Arthur kicks it off his body, panting heavily. “J-jesus christ—“ he muttered. “Y/N.. help me up—“ you stumbled over the shaking man, grabbing him by his arm. “C’mon, big guy.” You scoffed

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By the time you two reached the cabins— you assigned Bill to get the bear’s corpse. Finally— some goddamn food.

But Arthur..

You approached him in his cot. “Are you alright?”

He shook his head, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Goddamn bear almost torn me apart…” he growled.

Your gaze looked over at his bleeding leg. “Grimshaw hasn’t tended you yet?”

“No..” he grumbled. “Can’t walk over to their cabin.” He murmured.

You chuckle to yourself, going on one knee. “I’ll help.”

“… you sure?”

“Yeah,”

You grabbed a roll of bandage from your satchel, wrapping it around his bitten leg. You made it tight— making him grunt a little. “Sorry, sorry.” You muttered.

“S’fine,” he grumbled, looking away.

“Are you cold?” You looked over at the thin blanket that wrapped around his body.

“.. yeah.”

You sighed softly, standing up before sitting next to Arthur. You wrapped your jacket around him, pulling him close. “… this is just for warmth.” You muttered.

Unconsciously— he leaned his head onto your shoulder, leaning his whole body onto you.

You squeezed his shoulders slightly, pulling him closer. He grunted softly when you squeezed his arm.

“Oh— shit— what’s wrong?”

He grumbled, replying. “The bear didn’t just bite my leg,” he muttered.

“Can I see?” You asked him, scooting away slightly.

He sighed, removing his blouse. A few scratches and scars were visible on his arm and on his chest.

“Goddamn..” you muttered. “Wait here.” You stood up, running out of the cabin.

The moment you came back you were carrying a bucket of boiling water.

“Here.” You soaked a damp cloth in the water before approaching Arthur with it.

“You—.. thank you,” he murmured.

“Uhuh,” you smiled to yourself as you pressed the warm soaked cloth onto his scars.

He hissed as the warm water hit his skin, but he slowly relaxed. “Mhph,” he groaned softly.

“Too hot?”

“No, s’perfect,” he felt his whole body relax as ot warms up from the water.

“Warmin’ up already?” You teased as you tended his scars.

He groaned quietly, closing his eyes as he let out a a deep sigh. “Thank you,” he murmured.

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"mullet" and "90's heartthrob" my ass I KNOW that's Wesker (Mullet Edition™) and Leon Kennedy

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Micah Bell in a dress (I haven't posted in a while mb.)

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okay but a !rockstar wintersberg AU where heisenberg and the other lords are in a hard rock metal band called Cult Of The Black God. And Ethan is this suburban dad who only agreed to go to this one concert for his daughter, who happens to LOVE these guys, bc he's divorced, and sad, and wants quality time with his kid.

They accidentally stumble upon Karl on his smoke break (or smth like that) and Ethan thinks he's a complete ass. But Rose worships the guy so he has to play nice and not embarass his angsty tween. Surprisingly, Heisenberg caves and signs Ethan's shirt, leaving his #.

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Happy pride month gang... And for pride month, here's lady D w one of her maids ☺️☺️😻😻🫶