#RDR2 A-Z

[grave-z-boy]

Sharing clothes with Arthur Morgan

Paring: Arthur Morgan x male!reader

Warning: sex mentioned a few times.

Summary: Very short headcanons about sharing clothes with Arthur

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It started with you borrowing his shirt.

Back before you were really dating and more so just fucking, you'd done it of accident

You'd nearly forgotten about the man you'd brought home, rolling out of bed and picking up the first shirt you saw on the floor.

Forgoing any other clothes and heading to the kitchen to cook, only to be forcefully spun around a few minutes later by a mildly possessive Arthur.

“That's my shirt.”

“I'm borrowin’ it, you can have it back in a minute.”

When you turned back around you could still feel his presence behind you, and see his hands caging you against the counter in front of you.

“Looks good on you..” he hummed out, sleep still evident in his voice.

You smiled to yourself but eventually had to break away from him to continue preparing breakfast.

As your casual fucking turned into dating your habit of wearing his clothes increased.

Stealing his hat straight off his head, then disappearing on a hunt for days.

“Accidentally” washing your clothes together and claiming what's his was yours.

Wearing his spare coat during the winter seasons.

Complimenting him on his clothes only to steal them later.

Buying him new clothes that you knew would end up back with you eventually.

Arthur isn't completely innocent either.

He's a clothes thief too, thought he might not be as conniving as you were when it came to this particular area of theft.

He’ll purposefully steal your clothes after sex, you hardly even realize it until you see him walking around camp wearing them.

Getting confused as to who clothes are what.

“That’s my shirt!”

“It was mine first!”

Your clothes eventually become a giant mixing pot of both of your things until it is impossible to tell what used to belong to who.

[dougielombax]

She Yee on my Haw til I-

*GETS VIOLENTLY SHOT TO DEATH IN A GUNFIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

[eclaire-went-bam]

npd + rdr culture is seeing people call dutch a narcissist and going "YEAA KING he's just like me ong" and then promptly realise they're actually insulting him with the word 'narcissist' & i proceed to backpedal ...

[alwaysaslutforarthurmorgan]

Here it is y'all! Part one in my Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies AU!

End game is Arthur/Reader but that burn gonna go real slow, guys

Enjoy🧡

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List of Characters

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SUICIDE SQUAD: KILL THE JUSTICE LEAGUE

Please only ask for:

Captain Boomerang

Harley Quinn

Evil Flash

Wonder Woman

Please only ask for (platonically):

King Shark

Deadshot

Little Ivy

ᨏᨐᨓ •°✮°• ᨓᨐᨏ

RED DEAD REDEMPTION TWO:

Please mainly only ask for:

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Micah Bell

Kieran Duffy

Sean Macguire

Javier Escualla

Sadie Adler

Mary Beth

Please do NOT ask for:

Uncle 😪

Mary Linton (I don't wanna hear it, yall)

Leopold Strauss

Pearson

Colm O'Driscoll or any of the O'Driscolls

The Pinkertons.

Braithwaites or Grays (with the exception of Beau and Penelope)

Angelo Bronte 🤢🤢🤢🤢

ᨏᨐᨓ •°✮°• ᨓᨐᨏ

ZNATION:

Please ask for:

10k

Addison Carver

Alvin Murphy

Cassandra

Mack Thompson

Javier Vasquez

Please only ask for these characters platonically:

Steven 'Doc' Beck

Lt. Roberta Warren

Citizen Z

Charles Garnett

Lucy Murphy

Nature Boy

Lilly 'Sarge' Madison

[brattysmiley]

[cxttlefishcxller]

@caktusjuice-reblogs

This is a snippet of the Cameo I received from Roger Clark, naturally I made him say something meme-ish, and because I can hear Arthur saying it.

[nthspecialll]

I got my hands on raw rdr2 text files and what I find is so interesting, like sometimes we get something like this:

CSSN9_ACTA_1 = ~z~Mr. Williamson… Mr. Williamson… where is he? Has anybody seen him?

CSSN9_ACTA_2 = ~z~Mr. Williamson… where is that man?

CSSN9_ACTA_3 = ~z~Miss Jackson, have you seen Mr. Williamson?

CSSN9_ACTA_4 = ~z~No, not for a couple of days.

CSSN9_ACTA_5 = ~z~Okay. Thank you…

I got no idea what this is, I ain't ever had this interaction before, makes me curious, makes me wonder, makes me ponder. On the other side I find stuff like this:

0x003B0479 = You cannot create camp while on mission.

0x057A98B3 = Leave Camp

0x0C8C162E = Ammo

0x1B7C9613 = Tonics

0x2E85C5E7 = You cannot create camp while wanted by the law.

0x2E89EBF2 = Previous Destination

0x3A78847E = You cannot create camp at this location as you have recently committed a crime here and the law will be searching for you.

0x3C1A848F = TENT

Which are just, you know, options and notifications, boring stuff, funny enough to have, but boring, and then we have possibly my favourite of these ever

0x228A6D60 = No idea.

Me neither! What mystery! What interest! What possibility!

[grave-z-boy]

are you comfortable with writing about a transman? if so id like to see arthur morgan comforting ftm!reader, maybe calling him a "good boy" to make him happy x

Arthur Morgan x Trans!male!reader

Summary: Reader runs into an old family member and is desperately in need of comfort afterwards. (Once again making excuses to be sad and transgender)

Words: 1264

Warning: hurt/comfort, pre-transition reader is referred to as “dead” and “little girl” by reader, reader threatens his cousin, shitty family members.

A/n: shorter fic cuz I've been banging my head against the wall trying to get the rest of my writing back.

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“You need to eat.”

You glanced up at Arthur, the fire between the two of you illuminating him in a orange glow. Your food had gone cold, and you didn’t mean to be wasteful, but today was…a lot. You shifted uncomfortably on the large rock you'd perched yourself on.

“‘M not hungry.”

You heard him sigh as you stared down at your plate.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong or are you just gonna sit there and sulk.”

“It's nothing-”

It was something, it was definitely something. You went into town on your own, bright and early so you could be in and out of the shops and get back to camp while the sun was still up. That was the plan, pick up some spices, and oddly enough a picture frame, Arthur had asked for it but he said it wasn't for him, probably gonna be a gift of some kind, you didn't think too much about it.

While you were making sure you're satchel was still secure, you heard a familiar voice.

“D/n?” he called from across the street.

You froze, but just for a moment, you tried climbing onto your horse as fast as you could by you were stopped by a firm grip on your shoulder. Turning, you saw him, right in front of you, your cousin, your asshole of a cousin, Damian.

“Well I'll be damned, it is you!”

Taking a breath you said, “Do I know you?”

“‘Do you’- d/n stop playing around!”

His voice was loud, loud enough to garner unwanted attention from those around you.

“I don't know no d/n sir, you've got the wrong man, now you best take your hand off me before you lose it.”

He backed off, a small apologetic yet nervous smile on his face, “sorry, you just uh, look an awful lot like my little cousin.”

Finally mounting your horse, you looked down at the man. You didn't say anything, just holding his gaze in yours for a long moment before giving him a quick nod and riding off.

You rode out of town faster than you should have, gaining various shouts and complaints from the townspeople who'd nearly stepped in your way.

As you broke out into the open road, your mind swelled with thoughts.

D/n was dead, she’d been dead a long, long time and you really didn't need reminders of her life, especially not the parts she hated.

You didn't want to hate your cousin, you just did. He was an ass and so was the rest of his family, you guess that technically included you too, but you never really felt like they were your family- even when you were little. You were different, so they treated you different. You never knew what tipped them off so early. Maybe you played with the boys too much, or you were too rough with the girls. Whatever it was, they knew before you did, they considered their daughter dead before she was, and they treated you like you killed her.

You liked being dead now, you thought you wouldn't have to worry about your family anymore, they had a whole funeral for you and everything, you figured that they'd move on, that if you did run into them, they'd take you as a ghost and nothing more. Your cousin was always an asshole though, and could never quiet get with the program, that made y'all alike in some ways, but mostly it just drew a bigger rift between you and your family. Everybody loved him, but they hated you, wasn't that funny?

You skid to a stop right outside of camp, zoning back into your surroundings just in time. Hoping off your horse, petting her for a short moment before tying her to a post.

It didn't take long for Arthur to find you, having only been in camp a couple of minutes before he spotted you. Before he even reached you, he could see the grim look on your face as you sat on your cot, glaring at the ground.

Arthur sat next to you, rubbing your back with his hand for a short moment. Arthur wasn't really a touchy person, not in front of people at least, a soothing touch on the back was as close to a kiss as you'd get with this many people around.

You glanced up at him, meeting his eyes for a short moment before starting back down at the ground below.

It didn't take much for him to convince you to take a ride with him, especially when he offered to let you ride his horse with him, you appreciated it, knowing that yours would have bucked you off the moment you saddled her after you nearly ran her through camp. You almost felt bad- when you climbed on the horse behind Arthur, watching him avert his gaze from anyone who looked in your direction.

He wasn't ashamed, you knew that, he was just private, didn't like it when people paid too much attention to your relationship, or you at all for that matter.

You rode together for a long while, once you figured the road was clear enough, you wrapped your arms around Arthur and rested against his back, you felt him tense, then ask if you were okay, you nodded, he relaxed after a moment, quietly continuing down the road, he knew you weren't alright, not fully, but he figured talking could wait a couple of hours.

Now you're here, you sat on a rock while Arthur set up camp, when you mumbled an offer to help, he shot it down, reassuring you it was fine.

By the time food was cooked, the sun had set completely, the fire being the only source of light.

“- I swear I just…ran into somebody today.”

You could here the faint clink of silverware against the bowl as Arthur set it to the side.

“‘Somebody’ like who?”

You sighed.

“Like my cousin, Damien, ran into him in town today.”

You weren't fully sure you told Arthur about Damien, but when you looked up at him over the fire you could see a look of annoyance on his face, so you had to at least have mentioned him and his aggravating exploits.

“It's stupid, I just… I don't know. I thought that I would never run into them again, or maybe that they wouldn't recognize me if they did. But he called that little girl's name and it just felt like my heart had stopped.”

Starting down at the dirt, you heard Arthur push himself up off the ground, the dirt crunching beneath his boots. Then he was sitting right next to you, the stone just big enough to hold two queers at once. Meeting his eyes again, you opened your mouth to speak, but all that came out was a long, tired sigh.

“I know, “ he said, his voice so calm and soft, a tone reserved for those that deserved it, “come here, boy..”

And you did, leaning your head on his shoulder, buried in the nook of his neck, your arms just barely around him in an effort. He wrapped his arms around you far tighter, pulling you into him, feeling your shallow breaths as the day's events replayed in your mind.

“That's it, good boy,” he muttered.

A small smile formed on your face. You hummed in contentment, squeezing him a bit tighter, forcing a small chuckle out of him.

“You liked that?” you nodded, he laughed again.

“It's helping..”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

[cxttlefishcxller]

@caktusjuice-reblogs

RDR2 Text posts that are 100% true

[heavenlymorals]

Since my Lyle Morgan post is doing better as I thought, I want to give more details as to why I think he'd be a pretty dope protagonist for RDR3 if they stick to the pre established formula and if it ever comes out.

- A lot of people want to play as Dutch and Hosea when they were younger but that generally makes no sense given the formula of the Red Dead Redemption games. These games are about redemption and neither of them are able to achieve it. Dutch becomes a maniac and loses any shot at redemption prior to his suicide and Hosea gets shot and killed whilst still enabling the bad things that happen in the gang beforehand.

- A lot of people also want to play as the Callender boys but again, given the formula of these games, this doesn't fit well, especially when it concerns the epilogue. When the main character dies in the main game, the epilogue opens up with a character that has some sort of familial relationship with the protagonist that changes them in some way. In RDR1, it was Jack avenging John as he was his son. In RRR2, it was John avenging Arthur as he was his brother. Arthur likes the Callender boys but what do they add to him? Arthur is a founder of the VDL gang, one of the older active members, and finds redemption through himself rather than through other people. What do the Callender boys add to Arthur's story that will make him a decent epilogue protagonist? And not only that, but the Callender boys die after Blackwater and RDR2 starts right after that- there literally won't be any room for an epilogue with Arthur if they will continue the epilogue trend of having the previous main character be the playable character.

- There is already an established connection between Lyle and Arthur but it's vague enough to where it leaves a lot of room for a game to be created. That connection could also have people stop with the "why was x not mentioned in z" like how people were asking why Arthur wasn't mentioned in RDR1.

- Arthur could possibly be an unreliable narrator regarding Lyle Morgan. There seems to be a general consensus in the fandom that Arthur's harsh words for the man means he was a shitty, abusive father who wasn't worth the light of day, but there is room to doubt this. Arthur was picked up by Dutch and Hosea when he was 14 and prior to that, he was living on the streets for years alone after Lyle got hung. He literally could've been in the single digits when Lyle died. Him calling Lyle a no good bastard could be from the trauma of being a child and having to live an outlaw life because of his father's choices. Any reconciliation that Lyle could make with Arthur by living a new life and being a normal father could've been nipped at the bud as soon as he got killed. Arthur's opinions on his father could very well be biased because he was only a child when it all happened and he's basing his opinions on the emotions he felt back then. Think of Jack- Jack would've hated John if he wasn't able to grow up with him and only knew him as an outlaw.

- The people can still see what they want, a young Dutch, Hosea, and Arthur through an epilogue where a younger Arthur is the protagonist. We can see the beginning of the VDL gang, amongst other things, which is what people seem to really want.

- Just makes the most sense if R* wants to continue with the pre established formula of the games whilst connecting the games. Either that, or they can surprise us all with a brand new protagonist we never heard of.

- yapyapyapyapyap

[alwaysaslutforarthurmorgan]

I wanna get back into writing for RDR2 and this idea has been rotating in my brain for quite some time now so I figured I'd start working on it!

[cherry-romper]

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Requests: OPEN

Links: Spotify, Pinterest

Writes for:

Jujutsu Kaisen 

Attack On Titan 

My Hero Academia 

Haikyuu!!

Kaiju no. 8

Demon slayer

Red Dead Redemption 2

Resident Evil

Mortal Kombat

My Hero Academia -

Headcannons:

Being Friends Would Include

Loving You Sounds Like a Song

Pet Names

S. Todoroki:

To the moon, From the stars

K. Takami:

Midnight Visit

Attack On Titan -

Headcannons:

How You Met Them

Being Friends Would Include

When You're Injured

When They're Injured

Days off with them

Realising they like you

Loving you sounds like a song

Suggestive HC

Pet Names

M. Bodt:

Stay With me

E. Jaeger:

Staying behind

A. Arlert:

Together

Z. Jaeger:

Starved

Jujutsu Kaisen -

Headcannons:

You Sound Like a Song

Haikyuu!! -

Headcannons:

Loving You Sounds Like a Song

Kaiju no. 8 -

Headcannons:

What they're like

Loving you sounds like a song

Cat-Kaiju!Freader

Reno ichikawa:

x captain!reader

x OP!reader

Hoshina:

X Skittish!Reader

Gen Narumi:

X Medic!Reader

Demon Slayer -

VLD -

K. Kogane:

Friday, 8 o'clock, Terry's place

RDR2 -

RE -

MK -

Headcannons;

Suggestive HC

Pet Names

[jazumst]

To co święte i co ludzkie

Żeby Was... 1 listopada. Posłuchajcie:

Żeby nie dać się tym korkom pojechałem rano z panią Matką do Kościoła. Zaraz po Kościele na cmentarz. Miejsce przy samej bramie. NIESAMOWITE! Jeszcze bardziej niesamowite jest to, że udało nam się wyjechać bez najmniejszego problemu. Jakby dobry duch zatrzymał dla nas ruch. Tak też Święci czuwali nad naszą duchową sferą. No, pozytywnie już było to mogę narzekać.

Pogoda chuj wielki. Piździ skurwysyńsko, a teraz zaczęło padać. Coroczna pielgrzymka na cmentarz odwołana. Kurwa! Czekałem na to bardziej niż za gówniarza na gwiazdkę. Normalnie mi serce pękło. W głosie króla R. też słychać było szczery zawód.

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Odpaliłem sobie RDR2. Tak na poprawę nastroju. Zbiłem statystyki postaci z najlepszej na największego przechuja. Fajnie było ^^ Że też od początku nie grałem na złodupca. Te rabunki, napady... Fun straszny.

Odpalam grzane i topię smutki.

[ashs-cardboard-box]

Would you consider writing for rdr2 x male reader from the future? The typical reader ends up in the past and meets Arthur and the gang, reader having the typical gen z humor, mannerism and language. The gang obviously thinks he's carzy/weird but ultimately let him join because he give great advice and seems to have knowledge about medicine and herbs (Hosea loves him). The reader probably is a teen because the gang loves to adopt small to medium people

Ooh that's creative !! I love that !!

I'll add it to the list ! Thank you sm !! :33