#charles smith bottom rights

[charles-smith-pillow-princess]

I'll go kinda vanilla on the kink: choking/breathplay. Something something getting to experience a taste of what Arthur went through at the man's own still-living hands and such, blah blah metaphors. 😘

(CW: choking, breath play)

(I don’t see HH!Arthur ever wanting to choke Charles even in a sexy way, but LH!Arthur would be down. It helps that LH!Arthur enables Charles’ worst impulses)

Show me, is all Charles had said, legs up around Arthur’s waist as they fucked brutally against a rickety workable, drawing one of Arthur’s hands to wrap around his throat.

Show me what it’s like to want to live, he hadn’t said. But his eyes spoke it, gaze searing into Arthur’s own. Charles had been in a mood, these last few days. Brooding, contemplative. The oppression of the heat and the south, the fucking people here—it’d begun to weigh on him.

After rescuing Trelawny, Arthur had pulled Charles into an abandoned barn on the way back to Clemens Point, twitchy and burning with adrenaline. He’d fucked Charles hard and fast, like the devil was nipping at his heels, like the only way to know he was really still alive was to bury himself in his lover’s heat.

He was grateful to Charles for saving him. But resentment burned in his breast, just beside. He’d never liked being in anyone’s debt, and now his life was Charles’.

Not the worst person to have custody of Arthur’s soul, no. But there’s no debtor who’s ever really loved their lender.

Which is why Arthur acquiesced, thumb moving over the thick artery jumped on the side of Charles’ pretty neck. He stroked the spot, relishing the steady pulse that jumped and fluttered under thin skin.

Then Arthur pushed up, thumb pressing hard into the artery while he applied just enough pressure to Charles’ windpipe to make it feel like he was strangling the other man.

Arthur’d become something of an artist in violence, over the years. Knew how to restrict the blood so a man would think he’s choking, even as air bellowed in and out of his heaving lungs. He knew how to hurt a body without damaging it. And he didn’t want to hurt Charles.

Just make him squirm.

And squirm he did. Charles took to the rough treatment like he always did, moaning and panting and pressing up into Arthur’s unforgiving hands.

Arthur wasn’t sure if the man liked pain or if he just appreciated it for what it was—a sign that he was still alive. Still real, despite the decades the younger man had felt a ghost.

Wherever Charles’ wires had gotten crossed, it was certain that he liked what Arthur was doing to him, now. The way his cock jumped, pre pulsing down the dusky head, how he tightened up inside to a perfect, full body clench that squeezed Arthur’s cock just this right side of painful—

He looked so damn gorgeous, too, Arthur thought, grimly satisfied as those soulful brown eyes rolled up in the back of Charles’ head, his full mouth panting open as he struggled for air.

Pretty as a picture.

[thenoman-sland]

rdr2.

[johnpriceslamb]

❤︎₊ ⊹ GASP ! OH NYO ! His partner ingested some weird looking mushrooms and has turned into a bunny-girl !

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓒𝓔𝓔𝓓 ! ⋆ female ! reader ⋆ hyper-feminine ! reader ⋆ bunny girl ! reader ⋆ close proximity ⋆ reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars ⋆ poorly google translates spanish >.> javi is SUPER FREAKY LOL ⋆ not proof read nor edited ⋆ wrd count/1.2k

arthur morgan . john marston . javier escuella . charles smith x fem ! reader (sep)

❤︎₊ ⊹ ARTHUR MORGAN

“..How.. How the hell did this even manage to happen?”

Your ears droop on your head at his incredulous tone, puffy bottom lip slightly jutting out as your nimble hands fiddle with the sleeve of your frilly dress. A bit of support would be nice considering the state you’re in right now. But hell, he didn’t even have much experience with rabbits other than knowing which part of their body was durable when hunting.

His frown softens immediately at your meekness. He can’t deny it, you were utterly cute with your long cotton ears and little fur-ball of a tail from behind. Not to say that you weren’t cute before, but to adorn features from a sweet animal made you look even.. more adorable.

He can’t help the audible sigh that emits out of his throat before tiredly spreading his arms out to you, “Oh c’mere, sweet thing. Come to papa.”

His vision is immediately engulfed with your pointy ears, and the urge to just pet you stands strong. The temptation grows much stronger when he looks behind your tiny shoulder and sees your teensy cottonball of a tail wiggling delightfully at his warm embrace. He lets out a breathed hitch when your cheek rubs against his chest with a needy sniff, andddd.. His hand goes right on top of your head and scratches your head before gently running his calloused fingers around those sensitive, fluffy ears of yours.

“Theres a good girl.” He drawls out with that southern tinge of his, rubbing his hand against your back in a comforting manner to ease out those nerves of yours. His eyes dart over towards a scarf of yours which was lying on the wooden oak table he had next to his cot. With a small idea in mind, he holds a firm hand on your back and grabs the scarf. Your teeny head squished between his chest.

He ties the pink fabric around your head, hiding your long ears from the vision, though he can’t help the slight disappointment.

“Oughta wear this ‘til this,” He gestures to the prominent features, “— Is gone. Know it ain’t the most comfortable, but y’gotta make do with what you have. Y’hear me, girl?”

You nod at your partners firm words, cuddling closer to him with a small sniff. You don’t notice the fondness in his hooded eyes, the slight tightness in his arms as he holds you close to him.

“…Real cute.” He mumbles lowly, toying with your tail.

“Wut?”

❤︎₊ ⊹ JOHN MARSTON

“Heh. This some sorta new getup among the younger generation?” He snorts, hands lazily fiddling with your fluffy ears as you sit next to him closely on the log, miserable.

“…Oh. Uh.” When he realises it is in fact real, his hand freezes.

“..I mean, well.. Y’know, ‘least it suits you.” He tries to reassure you, pulling you closer by draping an arm around your dainty shoulder and scooting you next to his lean figure. Your plump lip quivers, before leaning against him for comfort. His fingers still caress your lovely long ears with a low grunt. Despite his initial two seconds of shock, he’s rolling with it. You were still.. well, you. You didn’t seem sick or cursed, he’s been through enough chaos and mishaps to really.. care about it.

“You’re not helping.” You bluntly reply, only for him to snort and murmur out a sheepish apology.

You were really squishy-looking too. He doesn’t know how to explain it, but.. just the urge to.. fit you in his palm and squeeze you really blows up inside of him. He stares at you for a few seconds or so before pinching your cherub cheek.

“Hey!” You huff, trying to wiggle away. With your squirming, his arms immediately wrap around your small waist and pull you against him, not ever wanting to let you go. You settle down soon enough when you notice that he would not budge at all.

“Y’know what? I might just collar you ‘n’ feed you some lil baby carrots f’ your lil self,” He lets out a chuckle as he lets his imagination run wild, “Hell, maybe even a cage f’you to sleep in.” He lets out a raspy bark of laughter when your foot thumps the ground out of irritation from his cruel words. You’ve just turned into some helpless creature and this is the help you get?!

“You are so mean, y’know that?” You puff out your cheeks with a little hmph, crossing your arms in front of your chest before turning around and avoiding eye contact with your partner. In return, he peppers kisses on your chubby cheek, holding you oh-so tightly!

“‘m sorry, my sweets. Can’t help it, yer just so.. cute.” A right laughter escapes his lips when your foot thumps against his leg as a sign of anger. Oh, he’s gonna have a real fun time teasing and poking you.

❤︎₊ ⊹ JAVIER ESCUELLA

The smirk on his face says it all.

You almost want to smack that cheeky smile off his face, staring at him warily with beady eyes which glistened lightly from the tears you cried out when you realised your unfortunate situation. With a defiant humph, you cross your arms and look away from him. Your ears raise as a sign of anger.

He was smiling while you were in a grumpy mood!

“Awe, mi amor.” The smirk softens on his face when he realises how upset you were, gently pulling you into his warm arms before delicately rubbing your long fluffy ears, “No need to be upset. Just a.. mm.. little mishap, eh?”

“…mmm.” You could never stay that mad at him. You reluctantly cuddle against his body with a sniff, long ears drooping. His hand comes to lightly tug at your floofball of a tail, pinching and twirling the small tuff of fur potruding through the small hole you made in your lacy skirt. He lets out a low hum of thought, wondering how sensitive it was if he were to tug on it firmly. With his impulsive thoughts in mind, his calloused fingers intertwine through the soft fur and pulls it back just slightly, earning a sweet whine from your throat.

“Lo siento,” He lets out a breathy apology against your ear, watching it twitch at the sensitivity. He softly kisses the base of your rabbit features, a smile faintly etched on his face when he sees that little tuff of fur wiggling at the back in delight. Javier was a curious man, he couldn’t help but notice and explore, questioning and doing. When his question of how sensitive your features were is answered with a ‘very so’, twisted thoughts occur through his head. How would it feel to tug on her ears back, watching those doe eyes tear up from the delicacy of your furry ears, or to grab onto them like handle bars and—

He clears his throat, before a boyish smile is seen on his features. A hand comes down to clamp your behind to push you closer to his warm body.

“You know, rabbits do tend to breed all year round..” He murmurs into your ear, watching it flicker again with a little chuckle. You can see his eyes glance down below your upper-torso for a moment before looking back at you again. You’re pretty sure he was envisioning your little self swollen with kins. Your cheeks heat up at his flirty words, before puffing your cheeks out and raising your teeny hand to pinch his cheek.

He lets out a whine in response, “Ow, ow! Hey, I was just joking!”

“Your cuddling privileges are revoked.”

He lets out a gasp of offence, “How could you?”

❤︎₊ ⊹ CHARLES SMITH

“..Oh my.”

Were the words he first uttered when he saw your situation. Thankfully for you, he was probably one of the only members in the gang who knew a thing or two about rabbits and their natural instincts and habits.

He lifts a hand to his chin, rubbing it in contemplation as his dark eyes gaze down at your sweet little self multiple times to assess how serious this was.

“You’re not hurt are you?” He asks with a tone of concern. You shake your head meekly and you see his shoulders becoming less stiff at your answer. While you aren’t hurt physically, you just can’t help but feel.. embarrassed with your situation. He lets out a low hum, arms slowly crossing in front of his chest as he looks at you with a soft glare. An instinct to nurture you and take care of you.

“Hm.. Do you remember how this happened?”

“..I ate some mushrooms Pearson cut up f’ me and put in my soup,” You explained. He looks a bit taken aback when he realised just how strange it was to just magically get rabbit ears from eating mushrooms.

“…I see.” He responds, before lightly taking your hand in his to lead you somewhere to sit.

A few moments pass which indulged in traversing to a log, you watch his hand carefully peel a carrot with a knife. Your tail happily wiggles when he offers a slice to you, watching your nimble fingers take the thin peel of the carrot skin and nibble the peel with your two front teeth. A ghost of a smile is curved lightly as he watches you nibble the peel. It was really cute.

His eyes gaze at your bunny features before looking down again. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, thus pushing down the urge to pet you. He slices the long vegetable into many pieces, before offering you the circular shaped veggies. You happily take it from his hands and nibble it, not before you offered him a slice, to which he declined with a soft shake to his head.

“Not for me, dear. All for you.” He softly says, rubbing your head with a warm hand, avoiding your ears. He knew how sensitive those long pair of fluff could be. You look at him with glistening doe eyes before munching the little snacks he gave you.

He smiles fondly at his dearly beloved being fed. He has to admit, you were very cute.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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The brother of his father or mother? But… Nash is Bobby’s last name and…

No. No, Buck can’t jump to that conclusion. No way. Nash is a pretty popular last name, right? Not like Smith or Brown or Williams or something, but popular enough. Charles is a pretty common first name, too. So Buck can’t just let himself believe that…

Wait.

Wait, they met Bobby’s brother recently. First, at the megachurch call. Then he came to the station. And Bobby had called him Charlie. Charlie, as in Charles.

Holy fuck. Maybe this isn’t a baseless conclusion to jump to.

Hands shaking, Buck taps on the profile of Charles Timothy Nash. The profiles are sparse, but it gives him enough information to be sure. 

Full name: Charles Timothy Nash

Nicknames/aliases: Charlie

Date of birth: March 1st, 1965

Place of birth: St. Paul, Minnesota 

That’s Bobby’s brother. Bobby’s brother is Buck’s biological uncle. Which could mean one of two things. Either there’s a mystery sibling, and Bobby is also his uncle, or… Or Bobby is the father that gave Buck away. 

iv.

Bobby can’t help but notice how strange Buck is acting on their next shift. And that’s not something he says lightly. Buck is always a little strange - said affectionately - so it takes a great deal of abnormality to concern Bobby. Today is definitely that.

If he was a new captain, unversed with the behavioral patterns of Evan Buckley, he wouldn’t suspect a thing. Because the thing that’s strange about Buck today, is that he’s acting like just anybody else. He’s quiet. He’s subdued. He offers no opinions or stories or fun little tidbits of information. He doesn’t mention Eddie even once.

Bobby is actually concerned he’s dying. 

He’s still working just fine. Follows directions on calls, pulls his weight. He’s the same firefighter Bobby knows, but there’s something dimmer about him. Something is very wrong. 

It could be a lot of things, Bobby supposes. Buck is a sensitive guy. He’s always been affected by the things that happen around him. There’s no telling what would elicit this specific reaction. So Bobby tries to get to the bottom of it. 

[annwrites]

⸻ clemens point. ⸻

· pairing: charles smith x fem!reader · type: part of a miniseries · summary: you & charles share an intimate moment together before the camp wakes up. · tags: oral (f receiving), fingering, fluff, pining · word count: 1.3k

Your skin is slick with sweat, but it is not solely caused by the languid heat of this southern place.

Charles drags his wide, certain tongue through your slick folds, and you arch your back off of the thin sheet you rest upon, while grabbing a handful of his thick black hair within your tremulous grip. He teases you like this often now. Nearly every morning, in fact, since you stood before Reverend Swanson and vowed before God Himself, along with your many friends, which have become your new family, that it is only the inescapable force of death which should serve to part you both—body and soul.

You pant lustfully as your husband slides two thick digits between your fluttering walls. A gesture which causes your eyes to roll backward in your head from pleasure.

Charles has jested that he should never think to go thirsty ever again, so long as he has you, and the plentiful slickness he finds between your thighs each time he touches you.

You slide your calf upward, then rest your foot atop his broad shoulder while spreading each of your legs impossibly wide, wanting more of him. All of him. Wishing for him to take all of you, should he please to.

To take for himself a husband’s right to his wife’s body.

You had heard one afternoon, while tending to dishes in a soapy tub of water behind Pearson’s supply wagon, Sadie Adler remarking to Arthur how she ‘does not wish to be an obedient little wife, who bakes pies for her husband with a flower in her hair’. You can think of no finer future for yourself.

One where things are calm, you have your own home to tend to, and a strong, steady husband to protect and hold you at night, as you lie nakedly in his arms.

You gasp quietly as Charles sucks gently on your clit, before biting down on your lower lip to keep yourself silent as the rest of the camp continues to sleep, before the sun rises in the east, bringing the land which surrounds you to life.

Your husband takes his girthy cock in-hand and squeezes his seed onto the dirt beneath his knees. You want him to plant it inside of you instead, where it may grow and flourish.

Your arousal slips down your bottom and onto a blanket, so Charles laps at you, wishing to gather it all like decadent, sumptuous honey, so that it might not go to waste.

You shudder in pleasure while whimpering his name. But in his mother—rather, his mother’s—tongue. He has taught you a few words in it, but his name is your favorite of them all.

He seems to enjoy it when you say it to him, especially when the two of you are like this.

He groans, then considers sinking inside your open, welcoming entrance before rutting away inside of you like a love-starved sap.

That is not how he makes love to you, however. He is always gentle, and patient. And it takes him much time to reach his peak, since he considers the conjoining of your two bodies to be a spiritual experience. One which is meant to be treasured. Your womanly form that you offer up to him is to be honored absolutely.

“Charles,” you sigh, wanting him to fill you.

He nibbles at your thigh before lifting his head—his face glistening with your arousal. “Yes?”

You reach down toward him, so he crawls atop you—his member giving your belly a wet kiss as it rests heavily just above your navel.

“I want to make a baby,” you murmur with a joyous smile while sliding your soft hands up his warm arms before cupping his scarred cheek lovingly.

He dives down and laps at one of your breasts, then the other, before finally worshiping your stomach—bestowing upon you his thanks without spoken words, at what you have just told him. The gift you wish to give him.

And yet still, he must be the one to disappoint. “This is no place for a child.”

You rest a hand over your womb. “Here is.”

He smooths hair from your face while shaking his head—a colored feather slipping over his tawny shoulder. “I want nothing more than to make you a mother. Than to see you carrying our little one inside of you. But it’s not right. Not here. Not now. We’ll know when it is. I promise.”

You reach down and take him in your hand, and a hiss escapes through his clenched teeth. “Please, Charles. I want to feel that little life growing inside of me. I want to carry your seed; want to—”

He quiets you with his lips, needing you to see sense now.

He peppers delicate kisses along the soft curve of your chin, the narrow bridge of your nose, the flushed skin of your cheeks, and the sweat-laden skin of your forehead. “I will get you with child when we’re settled. When you’re safe. We can’t right now while we’re running from the law, and fighting just to stay alive. I wouldn’t have our child thrown into such a hazardous mix.”

You want to hear him say it again, so you prod him for as much. “Promise?”

He nods. “I promise.”

With that finally settled, he returns to his earlier task of working your sensitive body toward its climax.

His heart swells with the knowledge that you want to begin creating a family with him. That you want to carry a part of him right inside the most fertile part of you. He cannot wait for that day to come, for it can’t arrive upon your perfect union soon enough.

“Charles, you in there?” comes an unmistakable southern drawl from the other side of the tent flap—Arthur Morgan.

You curl into yourself contentedly while clutching a blanket, which smells of your husband, to your chest. His fragrance is so comforting to you when he is absent from camp while partaking in business excursions with the other men across town. He exudes scents of fresh air, sweet-grass, and the woodsy aroma of a low-burning campfire.

“In here,” he calls while just tugging on his well-worn boots.

Arthur pulls back the flap of the tent, then pauses at the sight of you so utterly flushed and glassy-eyed as you gaze adoringly at your husband across the confined space.

He swallows thickly before glancing to Charles while jerking his head in the opposite direction. “Got the horses all ready to go when you’re done gettin’ dressed.”

Arthur shakes his head with a knowing smirk upon his lips. “You two seem to be settlin’ into married life alright.”

Charles nods while unbuckling one of Taima’s saddlebags to place provisions inside. “We are. It’s terrible how she came to be here, I know, but I’m nevertheless grateful that she is. That we found one another at all. I can’t imagine where she’d be at, had I not decided to be the one to look after her.”

Arthur climbs atop his horse, then takes the animal’s reins in-hand. “I knew from that first day she sets eyes on you what it was gonna lead to. You’re good for each other. Don’t ever forget that she’s what’s most important.”

Charles kicks his heels, bringing his own equestrian into an easy canter as they head down the grassy, light-dappled path, which will lead them out of camp.

“I won’t,” is his simple reply as he runs the pad of his thumb along the simple wedding band he wears, which he made himself. It, of course, matches your own. Each were crafted from a tiny silver spoon that he melted down, which Grimshaw gifted him, while telling him ‘you take this for our girl, and you make her a proper wife with it’. And make you a proper wife he intends to do one day, when you have a quiet place to call your very own, where you will both begin anew…together.

[finalgirlfall]

zeta @watermotif tagged me to post 9 books i want to read in 2025! in the interest of transparency, i chose these randomly (used a random number generator on my tbr spreadsheet). :-)

in order from left to right, top to bottom, the books:

roxolana in european literature, history and culture ed. galina i. yermolenko

powers of darkness: the lost version of dracula ad. valdimar ásmundsson and tr. hans corneel de roos

the beauty myth by naomi wolf

julius caesar and the roman people by robert morstein-marx

lucy undying by kiersten white

the mystery of edwin drood by charles dickens, ed. david paroissien, ill. s.l. fildes

greek lessons by han kang, tr. deborah smith and emily yae won

is the rectum a grave?: and other essays by leo bersani

rethinking thin: the new science of weight loss—and the myths and realities of dieting by gina kolata

tagging: @chthonic-cassandra @vonlenskas @twinnedpeaks @hauntingtheland @lastparty and anyone else who wants to :-)

[pendingtomatoes]

Splash

Perhaps my least kinky fic in a long time, but still brain-rotting smut with a healthy helping of Charles fawning over Arthur...

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Charles Smith

Rating: Explicit/18+ so MDNI

Tags: Top!Arthur, Bottom!Charles, Crushes, Pining, Sweat, Body Worship, Stomach Worship (just a little bit, I can't write Arthur without it being influenced by how weak I am for his stomach), Idiots in Love, Rimming, Creampies (I will not apologize)

Charles has a crush on Arthur, and much to his embarrassment, Arthur sees right through him. He invites him out for a fishing trip, definitely without any ulterior motives.

[allzelemonz]

Red Dead Redemption Scenarios: Finger Sucking

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned, implied AMAB Rating: M/Sexual themes Warnings: Finger sucking, allusions to anal sex, top reader

Abe: 

He’s teasing you. If it’s not a cuddle or an ‘innocent’ kiss then he simply brings your hand up to cup his face before he slowly moves it closer to his lips. He knows you love it and he loves it nearly as much. You don’t touch him in any other way, nor does he touch you. Watching him is more than enough to grow in anticipation. Still, his cheeks dust a little red when he first feels your hard on against his leg.

Bill Williamson: 

His face is redder than the shirt he’s shedding from his shoulders, but he happily takes your fingers all the way to the knuckle. Once his shirt is gone, he holds your hand in place, simply enjoying the feeling of your fingers in his mouth. His imagination drives him forward because he can picture the future, your fingers slick with his saliva stretching him out for something much more filling.

Charles Smith: 

He separates from the kiss, you hand already in his. Slowly and intentionally he takes them each one knuckle at a time. His eyes shine like he knows what watching him like this does to you. His tongue swirls around them before he takes them deeper, surprising you with the depth he can take. You could watch him do this forever. He has such a gentleness that contrasts the desperation of his movements and his strong hand on your wrist makes you never want to move.

Colm O’Driscoll: 

He grips your hand, bringing it to his lips and slowly pressing fingers inside. His other hand pins you down but he allows you the slight freedom of grinding up against him. One at a time he swirls his tongue over each finger and you wonder what he plans to have you do with them when he’s done.

Kieran Duffy: 

He’s slow, savoring the way you look at him as his cheeks dust pink and he sucks softly along each knuckle. He doesn’t particularly want it to end. The way you hold him and gently urge his tongue along your fingers makes him harden at a comfortable pace and he loves the feeling of you doing the same against his leg.

Micah Bell: 

Micah’s back hits the tree and he grins as you pin him. You trace a few fingers along his bottom lip and he takes them greedily, always eager. His hips move against you, rutting as he swirls his tongue over each digit in his mouth. Spit collects, leaking out onto his chin, but he doesn’t care. He moans around them as you grind against him just right. You’d almost think he enjoys this more than what follows.

Sean MacGuire: 

He takes them with a knowing hunger, doing everything he can to move things along because he knows he’s not going to last if you get to teasing him. His tongue moves expertly along your fingers, coating them with an experience he acquired with only a few occurrences. He knows to keep your attention as he gets them fully coated. He grinds against you and moans around your fingers. Anything to get you to fuck him with those fingers as soon as he’s done with them.

[eliaca]

Saskia Reeves Breaks Down Jackson Lamb’s Shocking Betrayal

TheWrap: At first, Catherine is very touched that Lamb has come to her rescue. And then he tells her that her late boss was a traitor who was setting her up to take the fall for him. That’s a huge, huge betrayal.

Saskia Reeves: Yeah. It’s a shocking moment for her. Which is why I think she says, if you don’t mind my French, “F,U. Jackson Lamb, f—k the lot of you.” I think she’s just had it, that’s it. She’s had enough. And Catherine never swears. Jackson Lamb swears all the time, but she never swears. So that was quite a big thing for her to do that.

So of all the things that Lamb says to Catherine, what do you think was the most hurtful?

That Charles was only keeping her close because she was a drunk. [Lamb] helped her go to rehab. He helped her, she thought, recover. And I think after Charles Partner was killed, or when he committed suicide, as she thinks, she fell off the wagon a few times.

Lamb tells her, doesn’t he, in the end of Season 1 that he gave Charles Partner the gun. But she always blamed herself for his death. And she falls off the wagon, and then gets back on it because otherwise she’d probably kill herself.

And that’s when Lamb picks her up and says, “Okay, I’m going to offer you a job.” I imagine her self-esteem is very low. It’s a job that she can do incredibly well. She hasn’t sunk to the bottom like all the other [agents in Slough House].

She really gets a chance to shine this season as she gains the trust of her kidnappers and mines them for information.

I don’t know if anybody would have quite approached it the way she did. Knowing what she knows, and getting sort of caught up in their emotional reason why they need the information that they need. You have to remember she’s not a spy. She’s a secretary, a very, very good secretary.

Do you think Lamb is actually fond of her?

Yes. They’ve been part of MI5 since before the [Berlin] wall came down, they’ve been through so much together. They know the same people from before. And they’re both more analog than digital. She knows [he used to be an] exemplary member of MI5. And he knows her to be an incredibly experienced supporter of the head of MI5. I think he respects her, but he’s also a frightful bully and, and in some areas, a coward who doesn’t want to face his own alcoholism.

So he pushes her, he keeps pushing her to see how far she’ll go, to test her. I think she interprets that as, “He’s trying to break me. He’s trying to push me off the wagon, and I refuse to be pushed off the wagon.” And the longer she stays sober, the stronger she gets. And I love how strong she is. She’s very smart. And she’s kind but she’s f—ked up. Which is what holds them all together, isn’t it?

He has one one big secret left: As the viewers already know, he was the one who killed Charles.

Right. That hasn’t come out yet. Which is why when she asks him, “Do we kill our own?,” she’s not aware of how close she is to the truth.

I haven’t read the books but I assume that does come out at some point.

It does come out, but I can’t remember which book it happens in. I’ve read them all a few times.

Actually, it’s a conversation I want to have with the showrunner Will Smith. What are we going to do with this piece of humming knowledge, this thing that won’t go away? This thing that Jackson did, but he did it under the umbrella of David Cartwright (Jonathan Pryce). And that relationship will be unfolded in Season 4.

We get a few glimpses of Catherine in the Season 4 teaser trailer. Will we see her back at Slough House?

I can’t say anything!

Source: Sharon Knolle - The Wrap

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“I fucking knew it, didn’t I?” Arthur gloated, one big hand tight around Charles’ wrist, the other clenching his hip in a grip that promised bruises. “Knew you were gonna be perfect,” Arthur continued, humping forward so Charles could feel the hard line of his cock through the denim of Arthur’s jeans. The buckle of Arthur’s belt scraped Charles’ sensitive skin, prompting a shiver. Arthur’s hand trailed from Charles’ hip up his side, petting appreciatively against his heaving flank.  “Like god himself dropped you in my lap,” Arthur whispered, carefully gathering Charles’ hair up to lay over one shoulder, baring his neck to the warmth of dappled sunlight streaming through the trees. It was the first gentleness Arthur had touched him with since he’d coaxed Charles to the forest floor. If Charles thought the man had a religious bone in his body he’d call the careful brush of Arthur’s hand against his hair worshipful.  “I don’t believe in souls, Mr. Smith,” Arthur continued. He leaned forward, biting a few possessive kisses into the unmarked skin along Charles’ spine. The scratch of his goatee tickled the sensitive skin, prompting another shivering whine from Charles’ chest, muffled against the wool of the blanket. “Suspect you’ve got your own misgivings in that direction,” Arthur said, leaning back. The hand not gripping Charles’ wrist left its work caressing along his skin, going instead to the buttons of Arthur’s straining jeans. “But you were made for me, angel,” Arthur said, drawing out his cock, pressing the thick, spongy head against Charles’ winking, reddened rim, a vulgar kiss. “Like a custom rifle grip, you fit me just right.” Something painful throbbed in Charles’ chest, too close to hope for comfort. Charles had been careful to guard his heart—Arthur had the makings of a good man in him, and he was undoubtedly appealing with his rough confidence and understated artistry. For all that he pretended at being a brute, Arthur coveted and celebrated beauty, had an eye for it. He was funny, sensitive, almost a romantic  But Arthur was still a thief through and through, and a selfish, violent one at that. He was quick to anger, even quicker to draw on anyone dumb enough to get between him and what he desired. For all that little Jack and the girls of camp adored him, the other man seemed to struggle constantly between his better nature and brutal impulse.  Despite the long nights stealing glances at the other man across the fire, coveting the brief and beautiful moments of Arthur’s attention— Charles hadn’t survived as long as he had by habitually making foolish decisions. Letting Arthur fuck him at all was undoubtedly foolish. Letting himself believe Arthur would ever see him as anything but a convenient bed partner would be outright idiotic.

 excerpt from heaven knows (they wanna take you apart), my LH!Arthur/Charles Smith smut fic. Rated E for smut and Arthur’s filthy mouth.

Summary:

Everyone makes stupid choices in their twenties. For Charles Smith, letting their gang’s enforcer/Dutch’s favored son/his crush of six months take him to bed would top that list.

Knowing that doesn’t actually help him against Arthur Morgan’s lake-blue eyes or hungry, coyote smile.

Charles saves a friend, gets his cherry popped, and catches feelings (in that order).

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tried to study charles, not sure if captured his essence..

[ID: A digital headshot drawing of Charles Smith from Red Dead Redemption 2. The drawing is of his profile, with his eye aimed at the viewer. Charles has stubble, dark brown skin, a scar on his jawline and long black hair resting on his shoulders. He wears a white shirt with a brown vest in the reference but in the drawing, the clothing isn't colored in. There are sparkle emojis next to his hair and forehead, while a sketch of an opossum character admires him. The opossum is a stand in for the artist. The background is light gray and a reference image of Charles Smith sits in the bottom right corner. End ID]

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List of future tarot/oracle readings:

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Dopp Kit’s History

Posted by John Anthony Law for Copper River Bag Company on 1st Nov 2022

What in the world is a Dopp Kit you ask? I had the same question when we here at Copper River Bag Co introduced our Dopp Kit with our new line of travel bags. After I did a little research, this kit made perfect sense to me and I absolutely had to get one for myself. A Dopp Kit is a small toiletry bag used by both men and women to store grooming supplies. Simple, right? And even more so practical - the more and more I read about it – the more and more I found that everyone should have one, especially me.

Charles Doppelt, a leather-smith from Germany invented this handy little bag made out of leather back in the early 20th century. It was introduced as a “toilet bag”, however, over the years, a more appropriate name of “Dopp Kit” became more and more widely used. In American culture, the word "toilet" has more of a dirty connotation to it. During the second world war, the Dopp kit became widely popular as these kits were introduced into the military. Samsonite purchased Doppelt's company in the 1970s in order to produce and register a trademark on the Dopp kit.

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So now that we have a little bit of history on the Dopp Kit, let's talk about some of the uses. Of course, the toiletry bag can be used for its intended use: to store all of your grooming supplies, shaving supplies (for the gentlemen), make-up (for the women...or hey, the men too), toothpaste, deodorant, lotion, shampoo and any other supplies you might need to have within arm's reach while preparing for the day. But overall, in today's day and age, the kit can be used for many other things. Basically, it can be used for anything to keep you organized; can be easily stored in your car, snugly in your suitcase, or carried around as an accessory item.

When traveling, whether it be for an overnight trip at Grandma's or a week long trip across the country, storing your toiletry supplies is essential. They can get messy and there's nothing more frustrating than to find that your toothpaste has exploded onto your freshly dry-cleaned garments, or having to unpack your entire duffel bag because your razor has mysteriously fallen to the bottom of the bag - or, in my case - inside of a sock (yes, this happens often, I don't know why...but not anymore!). So this is why it's important (and classy) to have a nice little organization to sometimes hectic traveling.

What are Dopp Kits made out of? Of course, the first dopp kit was invented out of leather but as time went on may other materials constructed this handy little bag. Sometimes very cheaply. When we here at Copper River Bag Co launched our travel bag line, we searched for some of the best materials out there. It was decided that an 18oz cotton duck material which is water resistant and will not tear on you would be the most practical for today's world. Inside of the kits are two organizational compartments, so that you can organize the toiletries appropriately for easy access. The rust-proof zipper makes the interior easy-to-access without the struggle that comes with lower quality zippers. Easy to grab and go with a Chocolate Lattigo leather handle on one side of the bag also adds a nice visual accent.

Our Dopp kits have a balanced mix convenience and classiness that fits in perfect with what we need when on the road or, of course, when in the bathroom. There's no way you can go wrong when you're super organized during your travels – no matter if it's down the street or on the other side of the world.

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I started to think of something he went to prison and he was in there for years was over a feud and basically the women were kind of killing the women and the same Charles Smith Charles Manson would go to prison for his woman getting killed and his roommate in prison was there for the others getting killed and that's what was happening and they fight each other I guess and they had a feud but that's completely internal it's almost like saying his clan and my clan fighting as in the women and it was not like that so I look further into it and it was his clan dominating the other one but you know they would fight back a little and I can't find any Grand analogy it really fits we don't have our people fighting each other we don't

Hera

It's true doesn't seem to be one but they say it all the time his roommates with Sean and he was in prisons supposedly so he pulled this thing with Colleen and Brenda and they switched and the max broke up our son and Colleen so Jen moved in on it same girl and they can tell at all and the thing is they may have actually planned that a little but there's really a visit analogy there is an analogy and it was supposedly our sons wife and women going after Sean's and Trump was actually doing it and we think the clone it turns out that's what it was but we didn't figure out that the max were doing it and they're having him clone so Trump showed up at the house I said no what's going on hand over the kids and they said no and it said yeah instead of course not us s*** of course not you'll be on a bonfire and he said I'll be in a bonfire you'll be right on top of the bonfire that's the place you don't want to be so he said how you going to do that say don't you worry about that and so you stop talking for a while and it was too late so the days went on into years and he started to think about it and he said it's very stupid thing to say and the analogy was that our son would be with his wife and having her in the girls do stuff and they'll get caught but it's two cops and he doesn't recognize them and they knew who he was and they kept up the acts and the signal sorts of stuff and her son doesn't go to prison and he doesn't go to prison with Sean or anyone so we're wondering what the hell that was and what they're trying to do is make him look like a demon and they did and their pressuring him all the time and a son say they take someone an orphan in a isolated and they try and program and push around it's different than someone asking and it's true after all these years you say thank you no and he's still very mean but this is what is going on is an analogy it's really they're saying that his and is like his and so he's gone I can't he's going I can't believe they're doing this stupid s*** to me and putting his kids through this and expecting something and a lot of people are talking about it saying that these bags are nuts and even the house is going to be in the house it's way too big you can't see end-to-end or atop The bottom and he probably have to have cameras and sensors big dog hey this ridiculous stuff they carry on okay they carry on and they carry on and Non-Stop so we are going after them and pretty good too they were going to take them down right now we have a plan to take them out and really that's the Mac proper a lot of people have a plan now to do that they're just unreasonable they have a plan to do all sorts of stuff to our son and the economy they want to gas it up and deflated a little gas it up you know I keep messing around with it and we're not going to let him we won't let them we have a plan for him to live in these castles and it's strange for people that it's true we're going to have to start talking about this more this is a horrible subject they're up to here the analogy carries towards our people and the trial and so forth and screwing around with him is analogous 2 hours and we wanted to change we don't want to lifestyle for our people they were going to have to break it and we do that we do know what he's saying we have announcements and it is changing and we will post them momentarily

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

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Reliquary Continued

Recent Acquisition As the foremost Italian cabinetmaker of the 18th century, Pietro Piffeti was in the service of the royal House of Savory for over 40 years. Piffetti’s works are remarkable for their technical skill; the intricate marquetry decoration on this prie-dieu is all the more impressive when one considers the difficulty of veneering curved surfaces. Thes prie-dieu-a kneeling bench used at home for personal devotion - was most likely made for the youngest son of Carl Emmanuel III, King of Sardinia, for use in the Palace of Venaria, the family’s hunting lodge outside Turin. A door in the center of the prie-dieu conceals a small cabinet for a rosary and prayer books, and the drawer at the base would have held a padded kneeler. The interiors of the cabinet retains its original pink paint; popular in the mid-18th century, the color pink did not yet have the feminine associations it does today. Door About 1750 Design attributed to Giovanni Domenico Tiepolo (Italian, 1727-1804) Venice Wood, gessoed and lacquered with polychrome decoration and gilding Bessie Bennett Endowment, 1953.461 Side Chair About 1740 Giles Grendey (English, 1693-1780) London Walnut and 18th-century, replaced upholstery Gift of the Antiquarian Society, through the Mrs. Edgar J. Uihlein Fund, 1983.718 Desk and Bookcase 1732 John Kirkhoffer (Irish, born Germany, active 1730s) Dublin Walnut, holly, mirror glaze, and brass Gift of Robert Allerton, 1957.200 When this walnut desk and bookcase was purchased by the Art Institute of Chicago in 1957, it was described by the dealer as “English, about 1710.” Only recently have the name of the maker and date, “John Kirkhoffer Facit [sic] 1732,” been found inscribed in pencil on the bottom of the lower right drawer. As the oldest known piece of signed and dated Irish furniture, it has become a Rosetta Stone for attributing other closely related examples of Dublin cabinetary, especially those notable for their use of similar marquetry inlay. Candelabra, 1700/20 England Glass Gift of Mr. and Mrs. John H. Bryan, 2012.866 Seated Buddist Cult Figure and Potpourri Vase, c. 1740 France Chantilly Porcelain Factory (founded c. 1725) Soft-paste porcelain Gift of Mrs. Hareold C. Smith and the Antiuarian Society, 1969.225 The Louis Smith Bross Gallery (206-234B) Coffer 1700/20 Attributed to Andres-Charles Boulle (French, 1642-1732) Paris Oak, tortoiseshell, brass, gilt copper, pewter, ebony, and gilt-bronze mounts Michael A. Bradshaw and Kenneth S. Harris, Eloise W. Martin, Richard T. Crane. Jr., Memorial, and European Decorative Arts Purchase funds; through prior acquisitions of Mrs. C. H. Boissevain in memory of Henry C. Dangler, Kate S. Buckingham Endowment, David Dangler, Harold T. Martin, and Katherine Field-Rodman, 2001.54 Looking Glass About 1700 Probably London Gessoedand gilt pine, verre eglomise (reverse-pained glass), gilding, and mirror glass Gift of Mr. and Mrs. L. W. Colburn, 1968.424

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Photos: From ‘Innocent Prince’ to ‘Adulterer & Killer King,’ The Filthy Life of Charles III

As King Charles settles into his new role, Al Jazeera takes a look at his life through photos.

— In Pictures | Gallery | 01 May, 2023 | Al-Jazeera

Back when he was still Prince of Wales, Charles opened parliament for the first time on May 10, 2022, and reads the Queen's Speech on behalf of his ailing mother. File: Alastair Grant/WPA pool/Getty Images

Britain’s 74-year-old King Charles III, who will be crowned on Saturday, was the oldest sovereign to take the throne in a lineage that dates back 1,000 years when he succeeded his popular mother, Queen Elizabeth II, after her death in September. She had reigned for 70 years.

Charles does not enjoy the same support as his widely admired mother, but his public approval ratings are generally positive. An opinion poll last week showed many more people hold favourable views of him than negative although there is also a wide segment expressing indifference.

Republican sentiment – which was almost entirely absent publicly during Elizabeth’s reign – has become visible with eggs thrown at the king and his wife, Camilla, on one trip and small groups of protesters voicing opposition at others.

Buckingham Palace has supported research into the monarchy’s links to slavery as calls grow for apologies and reparations, not least from some of the 14 Commonwealth realms, where Charles is also king.

The Guardian newspaper has run a series of articles raising questions about the opaque nature of the wealth and finances of the institution and the royal family, an issue that resonates at a time when Britons are facing a cost of living crisis.

Left: Then-Princess Elizabeth is pictured with her first son, Prince Charles, at Buckingham Palace after his christening in London on December 15, 1948. File: AP Right: In this July 27, 1958, photo, Prince Charles wears his school uniform. He became the first heir apparent to the British throne to attend school rather than have a private tutor. File: AP

Top: A 7-year-old Charles sits with his mother and younger sister, Princess Anne, as they watch the final match of the Smith's lawn polo cup in Windsor, England, on June 23, 1956. File: AP Bottom: Prince Charles arrives at London Airport from Glasgow on April 2, 1964, at a time when he was a student at Gordonstoun School in northeast Scotland, which his father, Prince Philip, also attended. File: AP

Top: An 18-year-old Prince Charles leaves Buckingham Palace with Queen Elizabeth in a state coach on October 31, 1967, for the opening of parliament. It was the first time the prince took part in the ceremony. File: AP Bottom: Prince Charles and Tricia Nixon, daughter of US President Richard Nixon, discuss baseball at RFK Stadium in Washington, DC, on July 18, 1970, during a trip the prince made to the US capital with his sister, Princess Anne, after they had visited Canada with their parents. File: AP

Top: Prince Charles walks with Imelda Marcos, first lady of the Philippines, in Katmandu on February 24, 1975, at the coronation ceremony for Nepal’s King Birendra. File: AP Bottom: Prince Charles drinks from a freshly cut green coconut at Haripur village, which he visited during a one-day trip to Bhubaneswar, India, on December 4, 1980. The prince is wearing a marigold garland, which was given to him by villagers. File: Santosh Basak/AP

Top: Queen Elizabeth II crowns her son the Prince of Wales during his investiture ceremony on July 1, 1969, at Caernarfon Castle in Wales. Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, is seated at the right, and British Home Secretary James Callaghan stands next to the prince. File: AP Bottom: Prince Charles wed Diana, Princess of Wales, on July 29, 1981. The couple appeared with his parents, Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Phillip, on the balcony of Buckingham Palace in London after their marriage at St Paul's Cathedral. File: AP

Top: Charles and Diana take home their firstborn son, Prince William, from St Mary's Hospital in London on June 22, 1982, the day after his birth. File: John Redman/AP Bottom: Charles and Diana made their second trip to Australia together in 1985 to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the state of Victoria, named after Charles's great-great-great-grandmother. File: AP

Top: Charles greets models wearing clothing from a local designer during a tour of Soweto, South Africa, on November 3, 2011. File: Kim Lubbrook/pool/AP Bottom: Charles speaks after a performance by the Australian Chamber Orchestra at St James Palace in central London on December 12, 2011. File: Lefteris Pitarakis/pool/AP

After preparing for the crown his entire life, Charles was king on April 28, 2023, when the Royal Canadian Mounted Police presented him with a horse named Noble as he accepted the role of commissioner-in-chief of the police force at Windsor Castle. At the age of 73, he had become the oldest person to ever assume the British throne when Queen Elizabeth died on September 8, 2022. File: Andrew Matthews/pool/AP