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#charles smith#charlessmith#rdr2#reddeadredemption2#red dead redemption 2#rdr2 photomode#rdr2photomode#virtual photography
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Charles Smith
made pics of my little cutie patootie:3
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All the main characters I've drawn from Red Dead Redemption 2 so far! 🤠
#RedDeadRedemption2#red dead redemption 2#RDR2FanArt#RDR2#FanArt#ArthurMorgan#DutchVanDerLinde#HoseaMatthews#JohnMarston#SadieAdler#CharlesSmith#Yeeehhaaawwww!#Digital Art
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Orthur is drawing Charles fanart :0
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Blueprints (on Wattpad)
You were tied up and left for dead. Your cabin was burned to the ground. A mysterious gunslinger saved your life. This is a tale of love and revenge.
(Charles fanart on cover credit: SAINTEMARVEL)
#arthurmorgan#arthurrdr2#canonera#charlesrdr2#charlessmith#charlessmithxreader#rdr2#rdr2fanfic#rdr2fanfiction#readerinsert#reddeadredemption2#romance#romancefanfiction#slowburn#smutwarning#books#wattpad#amwriting
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Me: I will never edit with something like Supernatural. That is way too much footage to comb through... Idiot Me: ...take a listen to this song. Now, wanna edit something with one of the longest story/plot/cutscene in a video game? Me: ...
#followmyfeet#followmyfeetamv#theunlikelycandidates#reddeadredemption2#rdr2#rdr2edit#rdr2community#rdr2edits#rdr2gang#rdr2landscape#vanderlindegang#arthurmorgan#johnmasrston#dutchvanderlinde#thestranger#charlessmith#hoseamatthews#javierescuella#lennysummers#leopoldstrauss#micahbell#sadieadler#andrewmilton#guessillfollowmyfeet#Youtube
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mr smith i miss u every day forever</3
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Spotify playlists I made for my favorite red dead characters :3 just tap their names and it'll take ya to the playlist!
JavierEscuella
CharlesSmith
KieranDuffy
Plus random gameplay screenshot of them >:3
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Charles Smith, mу art, 297×420 , pencil drawing, 2023
@noshirdalal
#RDR2 #RockstarGames #rockstar #rockstargames #rdr2 #arthurmorgan #reddeadredemption2 #graphic #pencildrawing #pencilart #blackandwhite #artwork # #artgallery ##графика #artforsale #artfollowers #artshare #instaart #artist #artoftheday #artshare.#cowboy #outlaw #wanted #gaming #gameart #CharlesSmith #nativeamerican
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Go spend 1.02 minutes of your time on this video. Guaranteed it'll make you smile.
#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#dutch van der linde#hosea matthews#colm o'driscoll#josiah trelawny#sean macguire#micah bell#abigail roberts#rains falls#lenny summers#john marston#uncle
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“Eat that.” #outlawsforlife #reddeadredemption2 #reddeadphotography #rdr2 #charlessmith #micahbell #rockstargames
#outlawsforlife#reddeadredemption2#reddeadphotography#rdr2#charlessmith#charles smith#micahbell#micah bell#rockstargames
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Drawing some of my favourite Victorian/Edwardian actresses and realised...
This seems like a screenshot from RDR2
#rdr2#reddeadredemption#reddeadredemption2#arthurmorgan#johnmarston#dutchvanderlinde#victorian#edwardian#Charlessmith#javierescuella#sketch#art#aesthetic
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Two best friends on a hunting trip at like 4am, they might kiss !!++1!!! 😱😇
#rdr2#charthur#charlessmith#gay!!!#queerfrfr#arthurmorgan#bisexualcanon#biconarthur#charlesthebisexual#ilovethem#bfs#boyfriendsfr#reddeadredemption2#rdr#cowboys#cowboah#gunslingers#wildwest#oldwest#cowboyfriends#gay#rdr2lgbt#rdr2ship
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#charles smith#rdr2 mods#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#rdr2 pc#rockstar games#my photos#saintemarvel#favourite characters#charlessmith
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A love left behind - Chapter 7
Summary: Your dad owns a ranch in between Thieves Landing and Armadillo, doing business with both Blackwater, Armadillo and Tumbleweed. One day three strange men show up on your land, a man with a scar across his face, an old bearded man whose horse has a literal mustache, and a tall and handsome man, both black and indian you think. What are they doing here and how will you deal with them?
(Credit goes to elenafishersps1 again, I hope it’s alright that I use it, if it’s not then please let me know)
Arthour’s Note: I haven’t felt like writing in a while now, so I’m sorry if it’s really bad.
(Warnings: angst i think, but not a lot of it)
You winced a bit as Abigail cleaned the wound on your throat, putting a bandage around it once done “there, all done” she put her hands on her hips, standing back and smiling at you “thank you, Mrs. Marston, where did you learn to do that?” you got up, gathering your things, Abigail shrugged “John used to get into a lot of.. uh… fights” she said awkwardly, almost as if she was praying and hoping that you’d buy it, you turned to her and smiled “well, I hope he doesn’t anymore” she laughed “I’d skin him if he did, and please, call me Abigail” you nodded, walking out of the front door and down the steps “alright, thank you, Abigail, it was very kind of you” she nodded, waving as you saddled up, giving her a wave back before turning your horse and riding off.
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You were currently saddling (Y/H/N) off when you heard someone enter the stable, turning to see your father “hey pa, how was those new ranch hands?” he shrugged, sighing “they were alright, some of them a bit too girly about the work but they’ll do” you chuckled “ah yes, because girls can’t handle such work” he chuckled low at your sarcasme “nonsense, your mother did the work better than any man, despite what a lot of men believe” he smiled softly at the thought of your mother, before looking back to you, seeing the bandage around your throat “what happened?” he turned you so you faced him, inspecting the bandage with worry “I-... I met with Charles and-... we had a run-in with the Skinner Brothers, I’m alright” you quickly assured him but he looked furious “with that black fella?! I don’t want you goin’ near him if he brings such trouble!”
“He saved my life, pa! And his name is Charles, and besides he didn’t bring the trouble, he saved me from it!” you pushed past your dad, carrying your saddle and putting it in it’s place, turning to leave the stable, your father hot on your heels, “but look what happened! You went to see him and got hurt!” he was almost stammering and you nearly exploded “yes I went to see him! He saved my life pa, and he’s a good man” you stopped on the steps of your house, turning to stare down your father “a very good man, the first I’ve met in a long, long time, pa. He’s kind, he’s a gentleman, he treats me with care and respect!” you snapped, your father looking almost defeated “but-”
“No! He saved my life! And I think I really like him, pa. I really think I do! And this time it’s not like with Albert, Albert was a fool and an even bigger son of a bitch but Charles is not! Charles is kind a-and sensitive and he is thoughtful and selfless and he’s a gentle person!” you felt tears sting at the corner of your eyes, your father standing shocked, first of all since you had never really cussed before, and second of all because he knew, by the look in your eyes he just knew, that you loved him, far more than you had ever loved anyone else, and it reminded him of your mother, and how madly in love with her he was. You exhaled heavily, staring down at him as he just stared at you in shock “I think I love him, pa…” you whispered, looking down to your bracelet, fiddling with it mindlessly as you thought of him “I know I said that about Albert too but… this guy… Charles… I really-... he knows about Albert too and he was so understanding and kind, pa, I really do think I love him. I just-”
“I know… you love him… I can see that, I can see you love him like I loved your mother…” your father looked down, his mind reeling over different things, one of them being that if this guy was everything you said, and how he treated you, then he loved you too, which would mean that at some point, you would leave with him, and not stay with your old pa, he knew it because that’s what happened with him and your mother, only your mother’s parents disliked him, so they had to run away together. Your father nodded “alright, sweetheart” he gave you a soft smile, taking a step up to you, gently holding your face in his hands “so long as you never forget that I love you too” you nodded and he gave you a peck on the forehead “go on, go inside” you nodded once again and went inside.
Once you were inside your father went into the house, settling down in his living room as he thought things over, his eyes drifting to a picture of your mother, standing next to the house with your father, the house behind them having just been built, “she’s growing up way too fast, (Y/M/N), way too fast. And she’s way too much like you, I mean heaven forbid she’s like me but… she’s so… stubborn, set in her ways, but she’s also so strong, like you…”
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You exhaled heavily as you finally reached Beecher’s Hope, getting off of your horse and seeing John, who instantly pointed to the barn, a smile creeping on your lips as you didn’t even hitch (Y/H/N) up, just straight up getting off and running to the barn, sneaking inside and seeing Charles fixing one of the fences inside. You bit your lip as you smiled, sneaking up and draping your arms around him, giving his scarred cheek a kiss “hello” you whispered, making him chuckle. You parted from him, stepping back as he turned and got up, smiling down at you “hello Dove” you blushed at the nickname. You had begun to see Charles more often, not long after you got home, after the Skinner Brother’s incident, where he had saved your life, it had been a few weeks now. “I have a present” you announced, making him smile “you didn’t have to-” you scoffed “yes I did” you grabbed his hand, leading him outside to your horse, digging through the saddle bag “so” you started “I had noticed that the feather you have already, it’s been sort of tattered lately, and I don’t know if you can fix it or not, but I remember you telling me eagle feathers are sacred, and so I thought...” you got out an eagle feather, showing it to him “it’s from a Golden eagle” you announced as Charles studied, it had a golden shine to it.
“Thank you, (Y/N)” he took it, studying it more closely and you felt a grin spread on your lips “well, I don’t know how to make any of the wonderful things you’ve made me so…” you shrugged, and Charles couldn’t help but adore you, you were so kind to him, even after everything he had told you, you still thought of him, still thought about the little things that would make him happy, so he stepped closer to you, pulling you against him, there was a brief moment of hesitation, as if he asked for permission, and you smiled at him in response, giving him the conformation he needed, leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, one which you happily returned.
Your grin was even bigger as you parted “so, I take it you like it?” he chuckled low “yes, I like it a lot, it means a lot to me” he pressed a sweet peck to your lips, it was so quick that you barely had time to return it. He sat down on the steps of the house, pulling out the old eagle feather and putting in the new one, he made it seem so effortless, like it was nothing, but then again he seemed much more familiar with it than you would probably ever be. Once the feather was in, he looked up at you, making you giggle “handsome, as always” he blushed at your comment, getting up “I uh… I was going into Blackwater to get something today, would you care to join me?” you nodded “always, Charles” you pecked his cheek before going to your horse, getting up in the saddle and getting comfortable as Charles fetched his own horse.
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You stopped at the saloon, hitching your horse outside as Charles did the same, turning to you and smiling as he just studied you while you made sure your horse was hitched properly, a blush appearing on his face when you turned to look at him, smiling back at him with that beautiful smile, those beautiful lips and those beautiful eyes. You walked up to him “so, what do you wanna do?” he just looked down at you as you looked at the front doors of the saloon for a brief moment, looking back to him with interest as you awaited his answer, “what do you want to do?” you shrugged at his question “enjoy my time with you, if you’ll allow me” you smirked at him, seeing him smirk back as he chuckled low “always” you looped your arm in his at his answer, walking inside the saloon, Charles holding the door for you.
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You don’t quite know what time it was, you had been spending the whole day with Charles, either at the saloon, helping him send what he needed to John at the ranch, or just talking over a few drinks, the two of you were even just walking around, holding hands. You were currently at the pier, sitting down on a bench as you both sat in silence, your hands intertwined, you were sitting so close together that your shoulders were grazing against each other, and you felt very tempted to let your head rest on his shoulder.
“Thank you, Charles, I had a wonderful day” you looked up at him, seeing him look worried, a frown on his beautiful face as he looked down to the ground, “what is it? You forgot something for John? We can still get it” he shook his head, his hand slipping out of yours, and you felt cold, like he was the only thing keeping you warm, and perhaps he was, it surely felt that way.
“(Y/N)... I told you of my past, who I was with… of the good man who got John out of that life, Arthur” you nodded, listening intently, as you always did when he spoke, but somehow this scared you a bit, he wouldn’t look at you, he had let go of your hand and he seemed like he was troubled “yes, I remember, but, I thought you left that behind?” he sighed “I have, I did, I-... the man who-... Micah Bell… he was a rat, he caused a lot of pain and hurt, (Y/N), he killed a lot of people, a lot of good people, and-... he-... Sadie, she’s heard word of him, and… I owe it to Arthur to give him justice, even if he himself might not have cared for revenge, in the end… but I still owe it to him, Sadie’s got a fresh lead and John, her and I are riding out-”
“No” he finally looked at you to see your broken face looking back at you “no, you told me yourself, he’s a bad man, and if he caused all the pain you say he did then why on earth would you seek him out? You said it yourself, Arthur didn’t care for revenge! Why? Why would you-... you don’t-... you don’t just get to come into s-someone’s life and j-just dig in and then just go away again!” you now stood up, glaring down at him, fighting back the tears you felt in the corners of your eyes “you don’t get to do that, Charles Smith! He’s evil and dangerous and he’ll hurt you or worse and I-” you exhaled heavily, trying to catch your breath, tears dangerously close to spilling over the rim of your eyes and down the curve of your cheeks, and Charles practically died at the sight, nothing Micah or anyone else could do to him could make him feel worse, than seeing you hurt because of him. “I owe it to Arthur, (Y/N)... I-”
“No! You don’t get to talk about going north and being something, together, when you plan on just-... just-... leaving!” he stood up slowly, a frown still present on his handsome face. His hand slowly rose, wanting to brush away the tear you hadn’t even felt roll down your cheek, but you swatted his hand away “you’ll die…” you whispered, and Charles looked down “I have to do this… I leave tomorrow… it’ll take a few days to get to him but-”
“Good! Don’t expect me to wait for you” you snapped, your own heart breaking at your own words, but everything came bubbling up, the wound Albert left re-opening, and now the thought of Charles, a man you had finally let in, dying, somewhere away from you because of some stupid pride he felt or obligation, that created a deeper wound than the one anyone else had ever left behind. You let him in, he let you in, why couldn’t that be enough? Why wasn’t it enough? Why weren’t you enough? Why weren't you important enough?
You scoffed at his silence, turning around, going to your horse and saddling up, kicking (Y/H/N) into gallop straight away, heading home with tears in your eyes.
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You let out a huff as you practically jumped off of your horse, not even bothering to saddle (Y/H/N) off, you didn’t even hear your father’s voice calling for you, you could only hear your own heart pumping in your head, feel the sting of the tears on your cheeks, those that are dried and those that are still spilling, running down your face, landing on your shirt, making small wet spots appear on the front of your shirt, across your chest. Once you reached your house you slammed the door shut, leaning against it as you heaved in a long, deep breath, like you hadn’t been able to breathe until just now, and once that breath was out there was a second of silence where you just stared blankly at nothing, closing your eyes as you thought everything over. Charles, the man you loved, who loved you back, decided some stupid feeling of obligation above you, a decision that would probably kill him from what you had heard about this Micah Bell.
You let out a quick scream at that thought, you finally find a man who loves you, who knows you despite the short time you’ve known each other. A part of you felt numb and another felt hollow, like a hollow pointed bullet in the barrel of a gun, the owner playing russian roulette, seeing which time would make you fire into a million small pieces, and for a quick second you let the numb feeling take over instead. You leaned your head against the door, sliding down to the wooden floor of your house, your eyes closed as you thought it over, what Charles had suggested was suicide, from what he had told you, and even if he survived, you would never see him again, not after how you reacted, how you told him that you wouldn’t be waiting for him to come back, when the truth is that you’d wait a thousand years, if only he asked.
#Charles Smith x Reader#CharlesSmith#rdr2fanfic#RedDeadRedemption2#A love left behind#Charles Smith x Female!Reader
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basically a charles post but i love love love these two ;-;;;;
#rdr#rdr2#reddead#reddead2#reddeadredemption2#rdr2 photomode#rdr2 photography#rdr2 screenshots#rdrarthur#i_insist_ily#@i_insist_ily#red dead redemption photography#rdrcharles#charlessmith
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