#MorstonMonday

[storytellering]

One last ride, together.

[pasta-pardner]

the thieves are stealin' kisses now, too

[0039pf-third-blog-hooray]

speedpaint

reference!! by nelson boren

[t4tmorston]

Morston be upon ye, they are best friends and lovers to me

[velveteenoutlaw]

it’s always been just you and me

[marcampari]

I remember his hands

And the way the mountains looked

The light shot diamonds from his eyes

Hungry for life

And thirsty for the distant river

[yeehawpurgatory]

They’re off on a hunt together :,)))—featuring Arthur’s scribbles in his journal 📝

Would you believe I almost forgot Johnny’s scars?😔✌🏽

[clumsykenji]

day 19: cactus blossoms

ok it's been a hot minute but hey I'm back with day 19 and since it's Monday I thought I'd turn it into morston monday as well

edit: I'm not sure how much of yeehawgust I'm gonna do because i don't really know what to draw for the prompts and also I'm bad at going through with challenges

[marstonator]

Arthur's new plaything

[choco-1601]

Imagine John forces Arthur to escape with him. John being by his side always..dressing his wounds from the gun fights earlier..making warm soup and feeding him..slowly but surely nursing Arthur back to health. Arthur’s super thankful for everything john has done for him despite the warning (and the scolding).

Since Arthur cant do much except (forced) bedrest, he picks up his journal and draws..most of his subjects being john doing mundane tasks around the cabin. John knows but never says anything.

[gaslightwestern]

Blackwater: The Gilded City (Chapter 1) — AO3 | Tag

That got a laugh out of John. Far more relaxed now that he knew his identity would remain a secret, his body grew less rigid, demeanor more playful. It was almost cute how he slipped an arm just past Arthur’s wide frame to crush his cigarette in the ashtray, rather than ask him to fetch it. Arthur tilted his head. “How’d a pretty boy like you get those scars?” “Fell down some stairs,” John replied without missing a beat. “Fell down some—I heard some shit lies in my day, but that?” Arthur cracked up, shaking his head. “These stairs jagged? Run down the side of a mountain?” “We ain’t even on a first name basis and already you’re poking into my life.” He gave him the kind of smile that if Arthur had a daughter and John came to his doorstep looking for her, he’d greet him with a shotgun. All trouble and not worth any of it. “I’m not the mystery you’re being paid to solve.” Arthur shrugged. “I’m always open to extra work.”

[storytellering]

Only as close as you let yourself be.

[millesaniclaim]

john marston and arthur morgan. lively grave-robbery for morston monday

[0039pf-third-blog-hooray]

couldn't draw arthur's face and decided to procrastinate with doodles

inspired by this

[zeraf0]

the words hung above, but never would form like a cry at the final breath that is drawn remember me, love when i'm reborn

shrike, hozier.

used companion mod to recreate a scene from the fic im working on (which, if i can kick my ass into gear, will hopefully be released soon!)

[velveteenoutlaw]

"Come on, sunshine. I'll buy you a whiskey."