#fell morgan

[aestheticitii]

i headcanon that fell morgan is secretly a papa's boy but also traumatized, because rkc was the only good parental influence in his life, but he also, like died on the regular. regular morgan is slightly more well-adjusted because everyone accepts him, even the people he tried to kill, but he is also a papa's boy. he's actually just both tbh, which is why he latches onto chrom at first because he's a good husband and dad

then rkc comes along, which kind of triggers some of his memories and so comes this period of time where he's 100% chrom's son. he's got a sword, he relies more on his STR than MAG, he's classed into lord, etc.

he's basically scared that the same thing might happen, but he doesn't want to show it because he's the optimistic one—lucina's the one who's afraid constantly, never letting herself enjoy the now.

but then rkc catches on and he nudges the regular chrom towards a heart to heart. and morgan's not totally over it, but he's sort of back to the status quo

and when he returns to ylisse, he has this vague memory of meeting everyone from askr, so his support plays out slightly differently where it's actually just him saying that he recalls chrom but in fleeting dreams, like some thing is preventing him from remembering

which is how everyone finds out that naga basically gave him amnesia so he'd lean into being good

[mythtakens]

Eddie getting shot + Buck getting struck by lightning

[zae-heeyyy]

Resumption

Summary: You and Arthur revisit the past. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader Word Count: 1,362 Tags: fluff, kissing, high honor Arthur

A/n: This is an anon request gone off the rails because I can't write less than 1000 words for some reason 😅. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading!

P.S I understand and respect Mary, so I hope I did her justice here.

Resumption: The act of starting something again after it has been paused or interrupted. It implies a continuation of an activity, process, or state that was temporarily halted.

Traveling with your found family brought you back to this place you had long tried to forget. All that time ago, you left without much of a choice, pushing you straight into the clutches of the Van Der Linde gang. While the landscape had changed a bit, the people hadn't. Despite you remembering their faces, no one truly recognized yours.

You didn't blame them; you tried hard to forget them all, but being so close to everything again brought painful memories to the surface. This country somberly reminded you of loved ones passed on, desperate acts of survival, and a heartbreak that left you wanting to burn it all to the ground. You thought you could handle a simple supply run, but the longer you stayed in town, the harder you had to fight the affliction coming to a boil within you.

But every time you wanted to flee, the presence of a broad-shouldered, fearless cowboy kept you grounded. Arthur had sensed your uneasiness the second you hit town and made it his mission to protect you. You felt his touch for every minute of your trip, him keeping a hand on the small of your back as you gathered supplies and ordered from the catalog. He only turned his back on you to load the wagon while you hovered nearby.

A stagecoach stopped abruptly at the train station across the road. You didn't think much of it until you caught sight of a woman with child being helped out the side of the coach. She was clad in the fanciest day dress you'd ever seen, and her grandiloquent hat probably cost more than every piece of clothing you owned. Your body reacted before your mind did, your stomach dropping to the lowest pits of your being and your heart's rhythm multiplying by two.

The memory of her had engrained itself in you, etched deep in your brain. Yet, her role in your past was unclear at the moment, too clouded by the whirlwind of your life for you to put your finger on it. Arthur noticed your forlornness, stopping his task to look between you and the woman now disappearing into the train station.

"You alright? You know her?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but as the carriage drove away, it revealed a man in a dapper suit carrying luggage, his face no older than the day you left. You jolted like someone had doused you in cold water. Arthur came to the rescue, putting a calming, steadying hand on your back, but you were too distracted by the man you almost married once to notice. The phantom from your past blinked slowly with sad eyes, then turned his back and followed the woman inside.

Her identity gelled in your memory finally; she was the high-society woman he left you for. A time ago, your eyes would've shined with tears, but besides the initial shock of seeing ghosts, you felt a whole lot of nothing.

"You okay?" Arthur asked, breaking you from your trance. You were because you knew you'd never have to experience such heartbreak again. You just nodded, wanting to get as far away from this place as possible.

After things settled down for the night, Arthur whisked you away to a hilltop clearing, starting a fire and throwing a relaxed arm around you. He popped open a bottle of whiskey, had a sip, and passed it to you. His uneasy glance felt hot on your cheek, and you knew what was coming.

Scratching his beard, he spoke, unsure of himself, "so, that feller earlier…" His voice trailed off, the courage he had to ask leaving him as quickly as it came. Arthur hadn't pressed the issue of the brief encounter in town, trying hard to give you space. But his insecurity had gotten the best of him. You took a long swig from the glass bottle and shook your head, focusing on the ground.

"Somebody I really cared about once. Not so much anymore."

He didn't respond for a while, searching for the right words; he chuckled then settled on them, "he seemed real polished." You appreciated Arthur's mockery for once, his toothy grin lightening the mood.

"Oh, he is." You paused, eyes still focused down, eyebrows crinkling together. "Back then, I was doing what I could to survive, doing some things I'm not proud of, but he saw me. He saw me for me for me, invited me into his home, and cared for me.

Arthur scooted in closer, squeezing you into him. Talking about the past wasn't something either of you did much of. Yet, here you were, trusting him to carry some of the weight with you. It all left him feeling grateful and undeserving. You continued, "his daddy was a banker, and he follwed in his footsteps. They had money, a lot of it. His folks didn't think I was good enough, and then he made his choice. Found a girl who was more up to his standards, I guess. I loved him, and I thought he loved me. And maybe he did, but not enough."

You exhaled big when it all came out. Arthur laughed dryly, his eyes clouded over and focused off into the distance.

"I know all about that." You passed the whiskey back to him, and he accepted the silent cue, ready for his turn to open up.

"Had a girl that loved me once, Mary." The camp girls had whispered her name here and there, and even Grimshaw had commented that she liked you better than the last one. Many stories were told about her, and you weren't sure which ones were exaggerated for dramatic effect. None of it mattered, though. You trusted Arthur more than you'd ever trusted anybody and loved him enough to not only think of yourself in his rare moment of vulnerability.

"She was a fine woman. I can't bring myself to say anything bad about her, but her family, though…" he drew out a long, low whistle and started talking again. "I couldn't change, and well, maybe she did love me, but it just wasn't enough for us, either."

You took your turn to comfort him now, shifting positions to put your arms around his torso and lay your head on his chest. He hugged you back, resting his chin on your head.

"Didn't think love was for me. Was okay with that for a while. Then.—" vibrations from his chest tickled your ear as he laughed, "then Hosea and Dutch met this spitfire in the saloon and brought her back to camp. Said she was counting cards and scamming drunk fellers out of their money. The girl didn't even own a pair of shoes, but damn, was she sharp as a razor, and gorgeous. After a while, she had me thinking a lot about love again."

All that desperation seemed eons away now. Before Hosea and Dutch came along, you didn't know how you'd survive. Survival was the only thing on your mind; you didn't have time for anything else. Then, you met Arthur and knew it would all be alright again. Pulling away, you raised an eyebrow at him, grinning because you already knew the answer to the question you were about to ask.

"If that Mary girl came calling, would you go back?"

He grabbed you by the chin and spoke before he pulled your lips to his, "Hush woman. Can't you see I'm trying to be romantic? Yer my woman and yer stuck with me now. Ain't nobody for me, but you."

You kissed him for a long while, feeling his lips curving upwards. You pulled away and saw that all-so-familiar shit-eating grin creeping up on his face.

"What is it now, Arthur Morgan?"

"A banker, really?" he'd asked, his chipped tooth flashing under his lips, "I'm gonna try real hard not to hold that against you."

And then you threw your head back and laughed. Nobody made you laugh as hard as he did. And nobody else’s lips, hands, or body moved so perfectly in sync with yours. You were made for each other; you knew that for certain.

[legends-of-a-side-blog]

Andy's LoA characters according to me. He has a lot of them.

I think it's safe to say Andy has a type.

Honourable mention categories:

Wears hat - Booker, Shepherd, Skrimm, Felix

Basically just looks like Andy - Vandrys, Pike, Felix, Marius

"bromance (/romantic date at indie bar)" with Richie's character - Pike, Felix, Booker, Torbek

[atdawn]

— Merlin 3.04 (Gwaine)

[necrobratz]

dont u just love babies

[arthursfuckinghat]

Just bought this coat 🧥 budget Arthur Morgan outfit in progress perhaps..

[grilledcheezy92]

Fell first. Fell harder: Redacted Edition

no particular order

Angel, David

Asher, Baaabe

Vincent, Lovely -> Lovely, Vincent

Freelancer, Gavin (Freelancer, Damien) (Huxley, Freelancer) (Freelancer, Lasko) (Lasko, Gavin) (Huxley, Gavin) Damien, Huxley (Gavin, Damien) Dear, Lasko (Dear, Huxley) (Dear, Damien) (Dear, Freelancer [fell hardest]) (Dear, Gavin)

Guy, Honey

Treasure, Porter

Warden, Vega

Hush, Doc

Cutie, Geordi

Smartass, Aaron

Milo, Sweetheart

Darlin, Sam

Elliot, Sunshine

Starlight, Avior -> Avior, Starlight

Morgan, Obscura

[tadpole-apocalypse]

mis-clicked trying to rescue Florrick at Waukeen's rest, causing her and all the flaming fist to turn hostile on my honor mode run...

Gale origin going GREAT so far

[brujahinaskirt]

but is arthur even. aware. that mary is a drop dead bombshell glamzilla monsterbabe. like is he aware she is objectively That Bitch. does he have an accurate concept of her being a late 19th century 11/10 megahoney or is he just like

💞🥰😲MARY 😵‍💫🥰💫 it's 💖MARY✨ red alert i am perceiving 🤯🚨MARY💃💘

to the point where he does not even register a fraction of her physical form

[luna-the-cretar]

Someone (I don’t remember who, probably Victoria): do you have any friends?

Sarnax: no???? What are those????

*later*

Sarnax: *keeps referring to Shepherd as his friend*

Also???? Sarnax immediately going to check on Shepherd after the encounter with the lady trying to trade her kid away for pastries (which are basically drugs)???? Love that????

Like, in the prologue there was a little bit of pushback from both ends, then in chapter 1 Shepherd started getting all buddy-buddy with Sarnax (who imo seemed to be mostly neutral towards Shepherd), and now in chapter 2 Sarnax seems to show some sort of caring for Shepherd. Love that.

Absolutely adore it when a character who starts off not giving a shit about anyone starts to actually care about someone in some way (platonic or romantic, it doesn’t matter, i eat that shit up either way). ‘Course, it could be bc of the shit they encountered in Death House (no better way to become bffs than ✨Trauma✨), and also because they both clearly have some repressed trauma of their own that they seem to see and understand in each other, but still. Fucking love it. Adore their dynamic already.

[star-streaks]

Oh ourthur,,

[hyperactivewhore]

Hi, do you still think Aurora was the one Klaus loved the most or have you changed your mind?

I did change my mind, actually.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still a big klaurora shipper and I love these two together, and their dynamic is so entertaining to watch, but I'll admit that most of their appeal for me comes from how little Klaus cared about all the things Aurora did to his family, or the impact she had in him. But sadly, there was no real development of their relationship prior her first appearance in New Orleans in the modern time. And his feelings for her pale in comparison to his love for Cami.

The more I rewatch, the more it becomes clearer that no woman ever came closer to the impact Camille had in Klaus (outside Hayley and Hope, of course). To see this immortal hybrid, so dismissing of humanity, fall completely in love with a normal human woman, to the point where he died for her and actually told her he would eventually die to be with her again, is just so telling.

Klaus changed for Cami so much, and the fact everyone targeted her to get to him speaks for itself. Don't even get me started on the parallels of Klaus not wanting to his brother to suffer the same loss as him, or Kol bringing up Cami to make Klaus go easy on him, or my personal favorite: Lucien going after Cami because Klaus made him lose the love of his life, Aurora, so he would go for the love of his sire's life. She's the only reason why he even accepted to be a father to his unborn daughter, his own mind knew she was the one who knew his heart and told him so, and she was the only reason he stayed sane in Marcel's dungeon.

I used to think Klaus not killing Aurora was proof he loved her more, but I was wrong, and Cami even comes to realize this, but of course this happened the episode of her death. He knew the woman Camille had turned into after becoming a vampire wasn't herself, and the little smile they share when she realizes this proves they would have stayed together had she lived.

And if all of the above wasn't enough, he wanted her to be in Hope's life, something he didn't even allow to his own brothers. He let her into his family, and he clearly saw her as such.

Out of all his romantic interests, Camille will always be the one person he loved the most.

[sapphic-outlaw]

This crow was just chillin' so I took some selfies with him

[seeyouspacecowboy98]

Like to think that a lot of Arthur and John’s scars aren’t from gunfights or brawls, but stupid shit they did when they were younger.

[atdawn]

COLIN MORGAN as JOHN ARMSTRONG The Crown 3.04