#RedDeadRedemption2

[owenwilsonkisser]

Gay old men...hay..

[cuartosol]

john skecthes from december! full drawings over on ptrn :)

[yeralrightboah]

Arthur & Hosea

[antreaslovota]

Quick smoke break.

Just noticed how hairy his arms are. 😳

[deadaena]

charles smith

[shenziart]

Rusreal Modern AU from the end of August

*БОАЗ = BOAZ in eng My HC Javier's car -- Volga GAZ 24, retro car from 80's

[hillbillyhipster84]

I just spent the last hour and a half researching how they filled those big hot bathtubs in rdr2. Simply for a small scene in the Bastille for my fanfic. Not even a spicy one. I read so many history articles about plumbing😩😅What am I doing with my life?

[shenzi-town]

[lanaluuart]

Anyone else keep the free Shire in the beginning? He was my secondary horse for hunting trips. I lost him in a rival territory late in the game during a hunt and was very sad. u_u

[eyes-closedmind-open]

Arthur Morgan - the man that you are

[ajulesr]

Arthur Morgan Fanart

Some Arthur Morgan fanart, because im replaying it for the 6th time

[punctatum]

Arthur Morgan x dysphoric!ftm reader

Warnings: Developed relationship w/ Arthur, dysphoria mentions, transphobia, reader is ftm, reader is referred to as he/him, angst, fluff, supportive Arthur, one shot, short

To say today was rough was an understatement. The Van Der Linde gang, surprisingly, were the only people in your life who accepted you and gendered you correctly. When you went on a mission to Saint Denis with Arthur and Javier, you were misgendered by everybody you came across and it made you feel like shit. You thought that you were passing since recently, even strangers were gendering you correctly, but now you felt like all your progress was lost. Passing wasn’t something you typically cared about, but when you were out and about, especially in a place such as Saint Denis.

To make matters somehow worse, when the three of you were in a bar, a man mistook you for a prostitute and attempted to get you to leave with him. Not only did it make you furious, but it made Arthur furious. When he corrected the man and told him that you were a guy, it made the stranger get more cruel towards you. “Fairy!” He shouted in your direction as he left.

“Don’t worry about it, Hermano.” Javier muttered to you once the man was out of earshot. “You’re more a man than he ever will be.” Arthur nodded in response to Javier’s statement. “That’s the truth.” Maybe they were right, but you couldn’t help but feel dysphoric.

When you got back to camp, you immediately headed for your tent and slumped into your bed, determined to wallow in your sorrows for the rest of the day. Curling up with your blanket, you felt too numb to even cry. “You’ll never be a real boy.” Your brain repeated this horrible statement over and over and over until Arthur stepped inside your tent, interrupting your thoughts. “You feelin’ alright, y/n?” He asked softly, yet not condescendingly. Arthur was a man. He was the image in the dictionary when you found the word. Sometimes, that made you feel more dysphoric, but you knew you shouldn’t be feeling that way, especially not because of Arthur. “I’m fine.” You mumbled.

“You never mean you’re fine when you say it.” Arthur retorted, your bed creaking as he sat at the edge of it. “Is it because of what happened during the mission?” How did he always know? Your prolonged silence was enough of an answer for Arthur while he placed his hand on the top of your head and ran his fingers through your hair. “Javier was right, you know: you’re more a man than that prick ever will be.” His words were an attempt at comforting you, but you always felt otherwise. “Mmm…” You grumbled, pulling your blanket further up your body, hiding your face.

“I’m not gonna let you lie in bed for the rest of the goddamn day. Come on, get up. I’ll take you fishing.” When Arthur decides something like this, it isn’t worth anybody’s time to attempt to convince him otherwise. He hoisted you out of the bed and gently rubbed your back as you pulled on your boots. “Look, y/n. If you think you’re a man, then that’s that. Only you can make that decision. No stranger will change that.” He spoke into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You fell back onto his chest, desperately searching for more comfort, and as if knowing this, he wrapped his arms around you. “You’ll be okay, darlin’.”

—END—

[kort4c]

Quick low honor Arthur coloured sketch i did in 10mins or so | my art account on Instagram is Kort4c! Praying that @twola will notice 😭🙏

[yeralrightboah]

'I connected the wire, but we won't talk abt that'

[antreaslovota]

The hands on this man make me feel something.

[deadaena]

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