#he's a cowboah

[edgepunk]

"why are none of your OCs blonde" I don't like blonde people

[hysnukun]

f in the chat for all the girls who started a 2k smut one-shot and ended up with a 20k plot-driven romance

[bigirononhishipp]

Arthur!!! The best cowboah 🫶

[papaue00]

handsome cowboah (did you know he had an upper lip scar?)

[12timetraveler]

The Wild Cat

Arthur returns to camp with a Christmas surprise

For @sad-sweet-cowboah for the @rdrevents winter exchange. I hope you enjoy this sweet little story 💙💙

The full story can be read below and on AO3

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The snow was beautiful, but damn was the winter cold. 

The gang had tried moving a bit further south before the snow hit, but had only made it to a moderate climate before the snow hit and it became too much to move further. So while you weren't stuck up a mountain, you weren't in the nice warm desert either. 

Perhaps you were being a little extra grumpy this morning. Arthur had gone out on an errand for Dutch and Hosea, delivering mail and stopping at a fence to exchange some items for cash. Nothing dangerous, but it was a bit of a ride. Without your sweetheart sleeping beside you, the night had felt cold and long. Fortunately he should easily make it back by later in the afternoon. 

As you sipped your morning coffee, looking out over the white valley you were camped in, you tried to keep that positive in mind. He'd certainly been gone longer, and on more dangerous journeys before. But always you felt his absence. 

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), Mrs. Grimshaw wouldn't stand idleness, even when your mind was preoccupied with worry. In fact she seemed more determined to keep you working rather than let you sit in your anxious thoughts. 

By the time Arthur trotted in around sunset, you'd helped Pearson prepare some meats to preserve, had melted snow into water to do the washing, gathered coals from the fire pits to help Pearson cook, and helped patch a hole in Javier's jacket. Now you were taking some time to check the horses, picking snow clumps out of their hooves and making sure none had any injuries unnoticed. 

You didn't even have to look up when you heard the heavy footfalls of Boadicea crunching through the snow toward camp. Arthur’s snappy retort to Lenny’s call of “Who's that?” Was possibly the sweetest sound you'd heard all day, as grumpy as it was. He wasn't a huge fan of the cold either, and it made his rough exterior extra prickly. 

You finished picking the snow clumps out of Old Boy’s back hoof, setting it gently on the ground before straightening out. Arthur smiled as soon as he spotted you over the giant horse’s rump. 

“Hey darlin',” he sighed, dismounting before Bo had even come to a stop. He loosened her girth and removed his saddle bag before letting her loose to get some hay and find warmth amongst the herd. He tried to sling his saddle bag over his shoulder but stopped, lowering it to his side instead. 

“Bout time you rolled in,” you teased, brushing some snow off the fur of his jacket before wrapping him in a hug. 

“If it weren't for the snow I could have made that trip in one day,” he huffed, stomping his feet and rubbing his hands together. 

“Well I'm glad you're back safe,” you cooed, kissing his cheek before hugging him tighter. 

“Careful darlin’. You'll squish ‘im.” He chuckled, gently prying you from his front. 

“Squish who?” You asked, scanning Arthur's body. Surely he wasn't talking about his prick. He always loved when you pressed up against him there. 

“Not that,” Arthur huffed, following your gaze down to his crotch. He undid the top couple of buttons on his coat, grinning all the while as you spotted his surprise. 

An ashy gray fluffball with brown eyes peered out of Arthur's coat. You would have sworn it was a sentient piece of lint. It was hard to tell what the creature was until it let out a pitiful little mewl. 

“Who is this?” You gasped, reaching out to take the little cat as Arthur carefully unlatched its claws from his wool coat. The kitten immediately curled up against you, seeking warmth. 

“He ain't got a name. Yet,” Arthur grinned as he watched the cat search for an entrance into your coat. “Figured I'd leave that honor to you.” He leaned forward, stealing a kiss from you. “Merry Christmas, darlin'.” 

“What... He's for me?” You asked, looking between your sweetheart and the fluffy gray kitten in your arms. 

“Mmmhmm. I remember you talking about that cat you had as a little girl. When I found him I figured I knew someone who'd love him.” 

“Where did you find him?” You asked, watching as the short gray kitten tail disappeared into your coat. 

“Damn near the middle of nowhere,” Arthur huffed, rubbing his gloves hands together. 

“Just wandering the wilderness?” You studied the fluffy little cat, who was now peering up at you from inside your winter coat. “You sure you didn't bring home a mountain lion cub?” You teased.

“Well if you don't want him, give him back,” Arthur pouted. The twinkle in his eyes told you he was just playing along with you. 

“No. He's my little mountain lion,” you huffed, hugging the kitten close. Arthur chuckled. 

“He wasn't quite in the middle of the wilderness. I could see what looked like a homestead that burned down. I'd guess this little guy was the kitten of one of the barn cats. But he was all alone out there.” 

“Poor baby,” you cooed, wiggling your finger at the little kitten. Together you and Arthur made your way to the chuck wagon, and you easily found a can of salmon to feed the starving little furball before heading to your shared tent. The canvas tarps had been lowered around the tent to shield you from the cold, and to protect your privacy from the close proximity of your camp mates. It was still chilly, but the condensed space did provide some warmth. 

The kitten emerged as Arthur cracked open the can of salmon, smelling the yummy treat. Arthur set the can on the ground, and you helped the kitten pull itself out of your jacket. The ravenous little beast began scarfing down the salmon as soon as he was close enough, letting out little “nem nem nem” sounds as he ate. 

Now that the kitten was out in the open, no longer looking to burrow into the nearest coat he could find, you could study his features better. 

He was fairly young. Probably just old enough to be away from his mother. And even though the puffy coat you could tell he was skinny. The ashy color of his fur was textured with blacks and whites, giving a lot of density to his coloring. The tail was stubby like kitten tails are. But as this poor, abandoned kitten stood there, scarfing down the canned salmon, you couldn't help notice the happy way his little tail flicked back and forth. 

“I think he's a Maine Coon,” you mused, examining the kittens features. 

“Huh?” 

“It's a breed of cat,” you explained. “They're most popular up north in, well, in Maine.” 

“You know,” Arthur huffed, sitting beside you on the cot. “I never considered there were breeds of cats like there are horses or dogs. They're just... Cats.” 

“Trust me there are plenty of different cat breeds,” you giggled. “I'm not an expert. But I knew a woman who bred them. This little guy looks a lot like the kittens she had.” 

The little kitten was now finished with its meal and was now taking stock of the new environment. You wiggled your fingers at him, and the kitten focused on on your hand, ready to play now that he'd been fed. 

“If he is a Maine Coon, he's gonna get big,” you giggled, flouncing your fingers out of reach just as the kitten pounced. 

“Oh. So I did bring home a mountain lion cub after all,” Arthur teased. 

“Not quite,” you laughed. “But he will be one long kitty.” 

The kitten pounced at your fingers, narrowly missing your hand with its claws. He latched onto your skirt and climbed your leg, round eyes focused on your hand. 

Arthur watched fondly as the kitten played on your lap. The way your eyes shone down on the little creature, while your lips turned up in a giggle. 

“Do you like him?” Arthur asked. 

“I love him,” you said, grinning up at your husband. “Almost as much as I love you.” you tilted your chin up, and Arthur took it for the invitation it was and snagged your lips in a sweet but loving kiss. 

Arthur broke the kiss with a hiss, and you looked down to see the kitten hanging onto Arthur's hand, claws piercing the wool gloves while tiny fangs tried to nom on his fingers. You giggled and detached the fearsome cat from your husband's glove. 

As you held up the little kitten it let out a big yawn, tiny fangs glinting in the candle light. This time when you set him back in your lap, he curled up in the fabric of your skirt. 

“What are you gonna name him?” 

“I don't know,” you hummed, studying the little kitten. “I was thinking Ash, or Cinder to match his coat, and since he was found by a burned down homestead. Or maybe Coal, since he's a Christmas gift, but I've been very naughty this year.” You giggled. 

“No denying that,” Arthur teased, bending down and nipping at your jaw; the only thing he could reach with your scarf covering your neck.

“Thank you, Arthur,” you sighed, leaning against him.

“Merry Christmas, darlin'.” 

[qernna]

it has been bothering me ever since i drew this, so i touched up his face and some other areas

i kind of wanna redraw it all because i can’t stop thinking about it

When the “The Last Of Us” trailer came out and I heard “Alone and Forsaken”, it was over, y’all. Yeehaw

[zanazirafanfic]

Regarding My Extended Radio Silence

Hello, everyone, I'm still alive!

Massive, *massive* apologies for my extended fanfiction dry-spell. I've definitely had worse (3+ years without a fic was my record, yikes.) But, yeah. It's been a minute.

One big reason for that is that I suffer from reverse seasonal depression (my mood and motivation tanks as the days get longer and warmer, as opposed to shorter and colder. I'm fine, and safe, it's happened every year for as long as I can remember, but it puts a huge damper on creative projects.)

The bigger - and much happier - reason, is that I got a new friend back in May, and he's been keeping me very busy!

Everyone meet my new Greyhound, "Dutch!" He's 8 months old now, and the sweetest puppy I think I've ever met. (A bit of a drama queen, like his namesake, and certainly an attention hog. But so, so gentle and kind.) I compete in shows and sports with my dogs in my free time, and once he's old enough we'll be letting him try some lure coursing so he can put those zippy legs to the test!

His favorite toy is currently Micah the squeaky snake (pictured).

I just wanted to give a small update and let my followers know I'll be updating again soon - nothing is abandoned, I promise! I'm thinking of doing a couple of one-shots (mainly Charthur and Morbell) to shake off the rust, and then return to my "25 Days of a Cowboah Christmas" and "Whumpcember" series so I can have them done by Christmas and New Year's Eve, respectively.

Hope everyone is doing well. Dutch sends a puppy kiss too!

[redemn]

i started playing RDR2 and i cannot get over arthur saying "easy girl" whenever he is dealing with a horse 😂❤️

oh oh  …  oh my goodness .   welcome to the cowboah club .   i promise ,   we have treats .   oakcakes for your horse .   chocolate bars and big game meat for when you get hungry out on the road .   and most importantly ,   ten thousand voice lines alone ,   all for your horse .   xox   just you wait now .   just you wait until he calms his horse when he's being shot at and chased down by the law .   " shhh girl ,   shhh .   easy girl ,   i gotchu . "   enjoy that .   you shall have no peace of mind after you hear these things ,   i tell you that .

[therogerclarkfanclub]

Alright y'all, if the Cowboah says it's a nice book then it must be so.

Roger's personality and his performance in RDR2 was the inspiration for one of the characters in the novel, a bloke by the name of... Roger Mercer.

The author of the book claims that Roger Mercer is one of the most liked characters in this book by the people who have read it, and when you base your character's personality on fine human being like Roger Clark, well, what's not to like?? 😉

Overview:

lden Aubrey has always been a better actor than an outlaw, serving as a decoy for the infamous Texas gang leader, Julian Crisp. When an impulse decision causes a routine heist to go awry, Alden must choose between the character he has portrayed for so long and his most genuine self.

What some readers are saying about this book:

'A Better Man' is a page-turning, plot-twisting book I seriously could not put down. At the heart of this historical Western set in Texas is a story of redemption that came through desperation and manipulation. The characters are amazingly written with depth, richness, and believability. Just when I thought I'd figured out the plot and the characters, unexpected twists and surprises emerged. I've read it twice and found clues I'd missed the first time. I love this book! – A. Cossota

Taking place in a North Texas town at the dawn of the 20th century, to say that A Better Man is a tale of romance and mystery would be a disservice. Merchant guides the reader on the journey as the two protagonists discover their developing feelings in the sometimes harsh reality of post-Civil War Texas. The author uses prose as an artist uses paint to give depth and character to the landscape, people, and drama being portrayed. The reader is drawn into the story by the descriptive details, allowing for a clear mental picture as the mystery of the Disciples gang is slowly revealed. If you love a Michner-esque story with wonderful, descriptive scenery or are a fan of classic romances (think Casablanca), then 'A Better Man' is the book for you. – A. Montiel

An excellent novel dealing with the history of the adventurous American West! In 'A Better Man', Merchant has highlighted each character by incorporating their individualized backgrounds as it applies accurately to the time period and location as each chapter introduces new information that expands the reader's excitement. – M. Weber

A Better Man is available in paperback and hardcover, no word yet on an audiobook or Ebook version, but if the audiobook is not recorded by Roger I will revolt.

You can find this book wherever books are sold. Walmart, Amazon, Target, Barnes & Noble, Books-a-Million, etc., just to name a few.

[immajustvibehere]

hii! I adore your writing, I've been rereading your stories for over 7 hours now OEHALCB I was wondering if you could write a second part for that one drabble you wrote for ze cowboah Arthur? Where he was supposed to rob a woman and stayed at her place in an act to lure her etc(full fluff)? It's such an interesting concept imo, I think this combined with your writing would literally be perfect. Feel free to ignore it though, your health comes first :] thank you sm for your time and have a nice day! ♡

I read your message and was like "damn, 7 hours..." and then I read properly and you "REread" them T-T

Thank you so much! Yes, I liked the concept too, maybe I'll continue it. At first I want to wrap up my Enemies to Lovers "Spark" and maybe the second part for "Fools remain foolish". But planning is no help because I write for whatever I feel inspired for, heh.

Again, thank you! :)

[hysnukun]

New Charthur smut out, written in collab with @cowboah-baby!!

Composure (Not Found)

Explicit, 9,5k, Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith

“Were you even aware of what you were doing?” Charles said after a pause and a deep drawn-in breath. Even to his own ears he sounded strained, like a string pulled too taut. Composure. “...What’chu mean?” he could hear Arthur take a step towards him and into his personal space. Space Charles wouldn’t — or ever had — let anyone breach. But somehow with Arthur, that personal space became shared, something that was for the two of them, the loss of facade not granted to anyone else. Charles took a breath that felt like it was leaving his body weaker than before. Composure. “You were flirting with that woman.”

Read it on AO3

[kqtmansmokeschronic]

im a cowboah and i love my partna and im gone cherish him and love him for the rest of our lives he lasso'd my heart and i dont ever want him to give it back i know its safe in is hands<3 my cowboah i love you

[zanazirafanfic]

"Big man?" Arthur you are the same size???

He is absolutely messing with Charles and I love it. Same as when he's drunk and says, "tHeRe hE iS, mIsTeR sErIoUs!" Only person (until John in the Epilogue) who can tease Charles about being a big dude or being quiet and not come off as actually mocking him. The bond these two have is just so sweet and special.

Everyone needs a BFF, even big scary cowboahs.

arthur calling charles big man ☠️?

[pinkydude]

Valentin & Mitch | 301/?? | Western AU

[zanazirafanfic]

WIP Update

Alright, y'all, just a quick check-in to let you know how the fics are coming. I am a little behind (what else is new?) but almost done with Chapter 11 of "25 Days of a Cowboah Christmas" and am planning to post that today. It's centered on the "Fearsome Foursome" of Dutch, Hosea, Arthur, and John in their younger days, enjoying some time playing on the ice.

Fic #11 for the Whumpcember series is coming after (it's the Micah whump fic inspired by a scene from Lonesome Dove I mentioned, like, a week ago.)

HOWEVER, since tomorrow (1/20) is my birthday, I decided to go off-schedule and write another unrelated fic that's been giving me brainrot a little early. It's Micah-centric too (he's my stinky, nasty, unpleasant blorbo, what can I say?) and centers around a bit of friendship between him and Kieran after the latter helps Baylock out of a sticky situation that Micah isn't knowledgeable enough to solve.

After that it's back to our (semi) regularly-scheduled programming. So Whumpcember 11 should come out either later tomorrow or on 1/21, but either way, 2 Micah fics in a row. Yaaaay! 😁 (For the, like, 9 weirdos on here who are excited about that, you're welcome. lol)

[queerhaw]

some pretty pictures i took of arthur by the fire <3

after shooting charlotte’s creepy stalker in the back with a poisoned arrow