#i realize im putting WAY too much thought into this

[lotvsflwrr]

lowhonour arthur returning to camp after not being there for weekssss and he makes it up to his cutesy gf since he was away for so long:(🎀

LEATHER AND LACE

pairing: low honor!arthur morgan x f!reader

content: swearing, lil bit of angst, fluff, suggestive themes

wc: 1,3k

a/n: first time writing for low honor!arthur im scareddd hopefully i did him justice! anon i tried my best i really did, it’s just that my head can’t wrap around the idea of a mean arthur. anywayy thank you for the req it was fun stepping outside my high honor comfort zone, hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

“Got room for another?” the deep rumbling of Arthur’s voice traveled across the table where you were seated with Miss Grimshaw and Reverend Swanson playing poker.

“Oh, you’re finally back, Mr.Morgan!” Miss Grimshaw exclaimed gesturing to the empty seat next to her which, for better or for worse, happened to be directly in front of you.

You tried your best to avoid Arthur’s eyes but it was hard when he seemed to attract you like a magnet, pulling every cell in your body to his.

Reverend Swanson passed you the worn deck of cards as it was your turn to shuffle them and you gladly accepted them, grateful for a distraction from the rapid beating of your heart.

“Found your way back to camp I see.” You said flatly, not bothering to look at him, instead, you shuffled the cards with more purpose than necessary. Your hands moved quickly mixing the cards together, feeling the worn paper slide under your touch.

Arthur gave a halfhearted chuckle, his voice low and dangerously warm. “Had some important business to take care of in Strawberry. Ain’t no surprise, you know how it goes.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, just a brief flicker of irritation at his words flashing on your face. Placing the deck down on the table you urged Reverend Swanson to cut the deck before distributing the cards to each player. He left for this ‘important business’ for two weeks without a single word, and that hurt you more than you care to admit. It made you realize that he didn’t think of you the same way you thought of him.

Sure, you weren’t exactly ‘official’, but you shared moments together—intimate ones. You welcomed him into your bed, into your life, even if it was for a quiet conversation you were always there for him, and that meant something to you. But that night, he left without a word. No explanation, no goodbye. He just slipped away like a shadow in the dark, leaving you wondering if he’d ever thought of you as more than a fleeting presence in his life.

The round of poker started with an overconfident call from Reverend, but you were quick to catch onto his bluff. He always seemed to bet higher if he had a bad hand. Time passed, with each of you exchanging glances but saying little. The only sounds heard were Uncle’s banjo softly playing in the background and the occasional quiet ‘check’ or a few reactions to the community cards.

You kept your gaze fixed on your hand, a modest pair of sevens, ignoring Arthur’s gaze and trying to pretend he wasn’t sitting right in front of you. You tried your best to put a concentrated expression on your face, a kind of expression where one couldn’t be sure if you were trying to win the poker game or were trying to keep yourself from letting other emotions spill out. That seemed to pull a smirk at the corner of his lips, half-amused, half-mischievous as he eyed your every move.

Miss Grimshaw and Reverend Swanson were too caught up in their own hands to notice the bubbling tension at the table, but you could feel the heat of it between you and Arthur, thick and heavy like a summer storm about to break.

“Shit, this is all I’ve got,” Reverend Swanson exhaled revealing his hand. He’d bluffed. You smiled to yourself before confidently revealing your hand, but your smile quickly faded as the man in front of you winked at you and revealed his winning hand. Oh, he was getting on your nerves tonight.

Miss Grimshaw, clearly oblivious to what was happening, stood up and stretched. “Well, I reckon it’s time for bed. Been a long day, and I’m sure I’ve lost enough money for one night.”

“Yeah, me too,” Reverend Swanson mumbled, clearly ready to call it a night.

As they made their way to their respective tents, you sat uncomfortably stiff, unsure of how to proceed. You gathered the cards as usual, your hands moving swiftly to stack them in a somewhat organized pile. You wanted to yell at him for leaving you, for letting you worry about him. You were furious at him but most of all you wanted to kiss him, you wanted to get lost in his warm embrace.

You stood up, fixing your white lace skirt before turning to head back to your shared space with the other girls. Arthur, though, wasn’t so keen to let things stay tense. He followed you, taking your hand in an attempt to stop you.

“You know,” he began, a smirk playing on his lips. “You're cute when you’re mad at me, sweetheart. I could make it up to you, tonig—”

“Make it up to me?” You cut him off, not stopping the sharpness that laced your words. The frustration you’d been holding back for weeks was finally spilling over. “You’ve been gone for weeks! I thought you—” You glanced around quickly, then lowered your voice, taking a breath.

“I don’t wanna fight, Arthur,” you said. Your voice softer now. “I just—you’ve hurt me, and I can’t pretend everything is fine when it’s not.”

Arthur stepped closer, his hands finding their way to your hips. The roughness of his leather gloves brushed against the layered lace of your skirt as he shifted, his touch a silent apology. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, darlin’.”

You didn’t answer right away, your eyes studying his face, finding their target in the pool of his aqua irises, looking for something more than just a quick fix—something real.

And then, as if he knew that words weren’t enough at the moment, Arthur reached into his satchel. He pulled out a brand new leather journal. The hide of a dyed green color.

“This is for you,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “I overheard you tellin’ the girls you needed a new one.”

You looked at the journal then at him with wide eyes, unsure on how to react. It wasn’t the sort of gift you’d ever imagined from him, and yet, something about it made your stomach fill with butterflies, a soft warmth spreading through you despite yourself.

“Where did you get this?” you asked, your voice catching slightly despite your best attempt to sound composed.

Arthur’s eyes shifted slightly to the side, a hint of unease crossing his face. “Does it matter?”

In that moment you understood. Whether he stole it or not, it didn’t change the fact that the gift was his way of showing you he cared. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile, but it was no use. You let out a small, teasing laugh, the sound light and playful.

“I’m not impressed by your little gifts, Mr.Morgan.” You said teasingly, the tension from before completely forgotten as you softened, your heart warming with the gesture.

He stepped closer, the space between you narrowing until you could feel the warmth of his body against yours. His right hand reached up, gently brushing your cheek, a touch so tender it almost made you forget why you were angry in the first place.

“I know I’m a fool when it comes to showing how I feel,” he said, his voice low and warm like the slow pour of honey. “But I care about you, sweetheart.”

For a moment, he stood there, waiting for you to pull away, but instead, you allowed your heart to open up and feel everything that had been buried beneath the anger. Slowly, you reached out, taking the journal from his hand and slipping it into your own.

Then, without a word, you kissed him. It wasn’t slow or gentle, but a kiss fueled by everything you’d been holding back—all the emotions of the last weeks. It all poured into that single moment, and as the kiss deepened, you felt the weight of it all lifting.

When you finally pulled away, your breath was uneven, your eyes met and there was no need for words. You didn’t have to say it. Without a word, he guided you silently toward his tent, and everything that had been left unsaid was finally spoken through touch, as the night carried all the turmoil away.

[ooliecat]

Okay you GOTTA share ur thoughts on the raz models now im curious

i hope this wont be too long of a post i have a bit to say.

starting off, here's a model edit i did.

They just changed too much with his face proportions. It puts me off, as someone who really likes the pn1 model.

the changes are so subtle you may not even realize what i exactly changed. elaboration under Read More.

this is gonna be so opinionated. haha. but i really dont like his pn2 model. it just looks freaky(in a bad way) and doesn't look good from many angles. its just like, ugly(bad way).

this is hard to say with pictures only but i'll try to say the main things that doublefine changed and that i put back. I'll go over some specifics but here,

Maybe treat this as a "can you spot it" list.

his new model has his eyes too far apart. Or they're too big. They need more space inbetween his outer helmet and eye corners. *

In his pn1 model the eyelids are thicker. they're a lot thinner in the 2nd.

his EYE SHAPE changed *

his helmet moves with his eyebrows *

His eyebags/dark circles are less pronounced or may not even be present in the 2nd.

Made his nose slightly bigger(?) (not a big deal, just noticed it.)

His eyebrows are more kempt and are pushed farther from the middle *

head is less square. helmet sides need to be pushed in more.

Nose bridge is less defined *

He has more, face fat?

His general face expressions also contribute to the off-look. He's not able to look angry? Or they just don't push it hard enough. A lot of raz's resting expressions in pn2 just have him look worried. Or like a kicked puppy. Don't really get it.

And none of these are particularly heinous things to do. but all together just creates a whole new Raz.

A lot of those changes come from the change in artstyle/art direction. Which i'm also not a fan of!!

And pictures are hard to provide because with Psychonauts models, no two pictures look the same for some reason. So something i listed previously may be present. These are just traits i listed to myself while trying to find some notable difference.

Why did they do this. It looks freaky. Making an already freaky character look needlessly weird.

I have quite a bit to say on other characters too. They contribute to the reason why I'm not a fan of the Pn2 models.

Hope they're clear to see. The pics are a bit dark.

Unlike Sasha and Lili these two can handle rounder edges without much detriment.

Milla's Pn2 model isn't that offensive but I still do think its the worst one. Its all down to preference on if you prefer Pn1's chilled look or every other more expressive model. Like Ror's. That model looks great, i can't imagine diversifying away from that look.

Milla and Raz both benefit from having their faced a little squished in. Examples of the Pn2 Raz model looking a bit better:

See, he actually looks kind of angry there. I like how he looks in these.

Wanted to add that Sasha and Milla both previously did not have eyebrows in Pn1 but gained them in Pn2.

No more pictures. But extra extra note, all of their colors got lighter/changed in some way. why

[thesauce8]

my attempt at sorting through the kakashi timeline. (i now realize my other post had a small mistake)

5: enters the academy along with everyone else. matriculation is more like the official enrollment into attending an academy/university rather than yearly orientation. seems we can assume this was the point that the students were first accepted into the academy

later at 5: graduates the academy and becomes known as a prodigy

6: becomes a chunin all while the rest of his generation are still in the academy

7/8: sakumo dies

9: is put on team minato with genin his age. meets obito and rin (also 9) but theyve just freshly graduated the academy. im not actually sure if 9 is the graduation age cause i dont have confirmation panels but thats what ive heard. its kinda irrelevant anyways i guess as long as its before the chunin exams.

…11/12..? (look to obitos age below for a more accurate estimate): takes chunin exams with team 7. now THIS is where the issue is. that stupid fucking panel of him holding up his chunin paper that shows after he beats guy. i originally mistook this for a flashback to him becoming chunin before realizing what the order of the panels was suggesting so thats the mistake. there are a couple ways to fix this

1. pretend it was a reinstation for whatever reason.

ideas:

- because he was made chunin super young and the rank needed a renewal due to his young age at the time

- he didnt actually take the exams at 6 since he didnt have an official team and was given the rank based on skill so it was kinda unofficial and this was his official exam

- he needed to get reinstated because he had a new team and the exams were supposed to in part measure the teams compatibility

- something else thats better thought out than my ideas

2. pretend that panel doesnt exist 👌

3. some other excuse

basically directly addressing this panel instead of deaging him fucks less with the timeline and portrayals and should fix the inconsistency as well. i mostly see people headcanon the age difference as 2-5 years but if were going with this, the age difference should be roughly 5-7 years- obito was 12/13 when he got crushed and had just become a chunin because in that same scene, rin whispers to him about meeting up and that meet up is to discuss kakashis present for becoming jonin. they give kakashi his gifts on the way to the bridge. chunin exams are held biannually during fall and spring. he got whooped by guy in the 1 on 1s and promptly failed in what we can assume was fall.

hes shown training during winter and retakes the exam in the spring so less than a year passes in between obito failing and becoming chunin (those are flower buds btw. i thought they were leaves but theyre not). if obito was 12/13 when he got smooshed, he was 11/12 at absolute minimum when he failed and kakashi became chunin (6)

and that age difference of 5-7years makes no sense because hes taller than rin and the same height and age appearance wise as the rest of his grade. if that really was their age difference, kakashi would look a LOT younger during orientation. as crazy as his chunin at age 6 feat is, its very difficult for me to suspend my belief and imagine him enrolling in the academy at 0 to -2 years old. it would also make rin pretty creepy and as confrontational as obito is, i feel like he would not beg to be rivals with someone 5-7 years younger than him. that would hurt his pride too much

12/13: becomes jonin when obito becomes chunin. kannabi bridge mission. chaos ensues

i only really looked into the info from chapter 599 and 240 and whatever else i linked so if there are any other relevant timeline drops that totally breaks my case then ive totally missed them so lmk

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[cuteiemonster]

genuinely didnt expect to have This much fun drawing some of the hermits as horses but here i am, already sketching a second batch immediately after finishing these ones,

[radioroxx]

What do you think Odile does for a living? She feels teacher like to me. What do you think she would do post canon?

HMMMM THIS IS GOOD QUESTION…

ive seen a lot of people hc her as a teacher / professor so i!! think that suits her pretty well. specifically as someone who studies + specializes in different types of craft (that would be why shes so proficient in multiple craft spells. also how she was able to figure out the loops stuff, AND to find something that could prevent siffrin from looping back).

post canon i am not sure… i am always torn between how the party would handle things post canon. obviously they would keep travelling for a bit, odile alongside her family without the stress of. constant sadness encounters + a king to kill lol. i think maybe she would get to take her time, reeaally get to know vauguardian culture when not within. a crisis. as was her original intention.

eventually. EVENTUALLY. when the family settles down somewhere (i am a “they all get a big house together” believer lol) she would get back into craft stuff. maybe go back into teaching too—surely people would be eager to hire a saviour. especially though i think it would be neat of her to try looking into wish craft etc, as a long forgotten form of craft. to satisfy her own curiosity, for siffrins sake, or just as a way of preserving the countries culture in whatever ways possible.

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

wanna ask how you feel about the eridan bpd headcanon/theory(?? not sure what to call it!) you're so good at your character analysis and i'd love to see your outlook on it

Since I don't have a degree or any formal training in psychology, I feel deeply uncomfortable diagnosing characters. I've made an autism joke before but only because I'm on the spectrum. He's definitely traumatized and anxious, but I mean those as descriptors of his behavior rather than capital-D Diagnoses. I try to focus on those when I can - the cause and effect of cognition, self-image, and behavior - and those factors may very well match up with DSM criteria, but I try not to touch an actual diagnosis with a ten foot pole unless the author has explicitly stated that X character has Y condition.

[raspberryjellybrains]

image I.D. below the cut

image description start:

[a promotional picture of Sam and Dean Winchester, Sam on the left and Dean on the right, their images from circa 2010. They both stare challengingly into the camera with their arms crossed, though Dean also holds a large blade. The background is a two lane blacktop with an older style of power line and corn on either side. At the top and bottom are flames. Sam says "im restricting", Dean says "and im bingeing" and the flaming text gif at the bottom reads "the eating disorder brothers.]

image description end.

[jackass-jones]

God every day I think about Akane’s breakdown in door 3 because there really is no correct way to interpret that and every possibility makes me crazy. Like she sees this fucked up corpse whom Junpei (and the player, depending on how they play) believes is their friend Snake, but she knows that it’s Guy X. It’s a man she very intentionally put in the game for this very purpose, so that he could die horrifically and be displayed for everyone to see. And she has a full mental breakdown over being trapped in this room with the corpse, being trapped by Junpei, to the point where she rips out her hair and starts bleeding from how much she bangs on the door screaming to get out. And fuck, there’s so many possibilities like

Akane could be feeling genuine terror over the sight of the body, and with that remorse. She made this happen, she wanted this to happen, and now she’s forced to quite literally watch the damage she’s caused unfold. She can detach herself from his murder easily in other timelines where she doesn’t have to look at it, and she can sleep easy knowing that her hands are technically clean because she didn’t do the literal killing. But she can’t do that here, and she has to face the fact that not only did she happily cause this death, she failed her mission. She isn’t going to survive, and now this man is dead for nothing and everything is her fault

On the other hand, her entire breakdown could be completely fabricated in order to keep playing the role of the damsel in distress who is so innocent that the very sight of blood drives her to insanity. The interesting part about this is that if she could fake such a horrific breakdown, just how much of her personality a facade? We know she wants revenge, for everyone from Cradle to feel even an ounce of the pain she and so many others went through, but we don’t get to see the extent of how much she feels this way. We never hear directly from Akane about her feelings on any of the original organizers, just her note about her desire to punish them. She hates them, but does she see their deaths as a necessary evil, or does she feel joy and satisfaction at watching them go? It’s absolutely horrifying not knowing, not being able to see her true feelings, not knowing just how real or fake she is, the extent of her madness. Perhaps she doesn’t even know that herself

IN OTHER WORDS, it’s fucked

[bacchuschucklefuck]

What about sorcerer Adaine? It'd keep the way her parents treated her consistent because of in that case they'd see her having the easy way of casting instead of studying to be a "proper" caster

this is a great idea!! the only reason why I'm not gonna pick it up is bc I've already locked down sorcerer for kristen haha

[thebigqueer]

unrelated to that rb but im thinking about it and i dont think piper liking jason was ever a forced heteronormativity thing i think she genuinely liked him

[unnonexistence]

i had a dream that i was sorting through old lego to put the sets back together & after i woke up i realized that with some elbow grease and a little luck finding things i could have a lego diorama of a dragon fighting some orcs as part of my decor. thats so cool what the fuck. why dont i have a diorama of a three-headed dragon fighting some orcs

[unriding]

ok i got really distracted but im back now

my writing feels a little rusty but we’re gonna ignore that. and the lack of editing. fuck it we ball

so like. moze is a very poorly socialized crow, right. but he trusts feixiao and jiaoqiu. you know what this makes perfect space for?

ultimate wingmen feixiao and jiaoqiu.

feixiao enjoys your company- she thinks you’re a very excited and endearing little thing. this isn’t your first meeting of course; you’ve met a few times before, just enough for jiaoqiu to notice the way mozes eyes linger on you. so feixiao is chatting with you, asking for details about what you like, telling you stories about being the general on the yaoqing, while moze and jiaoqiu observe from a short distance.

“i still don’t understand why you insist on staying here with me,” says moze in his usual flat tone.

jiaoqiu knows what he means, but chooses to tease him anyway, “what, i can’t keep my dear friend company?”

“aren’t you friends with her too?”

jiaoqiu smiles, “evie? yes, i think she’s friends with everyone she meets. she’s so sweet, i think she could even break through that icy exterior of yours,” the foxian tries to knock on the shadow guards chest for emphasis, but is firmly blocked by his hand.

“i disagree.”

jiaoqiu lets the comment slide as they continue to watch you and the general chat. he knows better, after all. moze typically needs time and exposure to acclimate to new people, but jiaoqiu is a very good doctor. though he’s no psychologist, he knows sometimes all a patient needs is a good push.

“you know, i think she had to be a foxian in her last life.”

moze raises an eyebrow at his friend.

“just look at her! if she had a tail, it’d be wagging nonstop.”

moze says nothing, but jiaoqiu has known moze long enough to know when he’s thinking hard about something.

and thinking hard moze is.

the next time you come up to the general or jiaoqiu to chat, mozes eyes are glued to you, picturing a dark, fluffy tail swishing back and forth with excitement. it’d make the ruffles in your skirts flutter too, he thinks. it could maybe even make the fabric ride up a little in the back-

he finds these thoughts haunting him constantly.

to be beside you and feel soft fur brush against his legs. to be behind you and catch peeks of your upper thighs- he wonders if you wear safety shorts. he wonders if you don’t.

such reprehensible behavior. you would be disgusted if you could read his mind. he can’t get himself to stop- maybe he doesn’t want to. he expects he’ll have to take these fantasies to his grave regardless.

what he doesn’t expect is more. more conversations, more texts, more time, more evie. and he finds himself with so much more evie that these fantasies to become more, too.

if you had a tail, what would make it wag the most? what would make it thump against him with indignation? what would make it puff up in surprise? if he touched you like this, would it thrash around behind you, out of control? how sensitive would it be compared to the rest of you? if he bent you over, would you let him use it to manhandle you on and off his cock while he fucks you relentlessly? would you wrap it around his wrist and cry for him to slow down, to beg him for mercy? would it tighten around him when he denies you, forcing you into orgasm after orgasm, because he knows just how his sweet girl likes it? how would you react if he-

“hello? evie to moze? anyone in there?”

moze is startled out of his thoughts as he feels you tug gently on his sleeve.

“are you okay? i’ve never seen you space out like that before,” you raise a hand slowly to gently feel against his forehead as if checking for a fever.

no. no, he is not okay. it took everything in him not to flinch at your touch because the contact made him realize how excruciatingly hard he is under the table the two of you are sat at. aeons, if the two of you were more secluded he’s not sure he’d be able to keep himself from pushing you halfway up the table and flipping your skirt up to-

“moze? your face is all red and you spaced out again. are you coming down with something? should i call jiaoqiu-?”

“no,” moze swallows thickly, “no, you don’t need to call jiaoqiu. i’m afraid i must take me leave now. i apologize for my abruptness.”

“it’s ok-” but moze is already gone, disappearing into a puff of shadow and crow feathers that flutter into nothingness once they hit the ground, “-oh.”

“did our dear crow fly off from you?” jiaoqiu appears out of nowhere, two boba drinks in hand. his smile cools the flare of disappointment at moze’s sudden retreat.

“uh- yeah, he did. he didn’t look great. i was just about to text you, actually,” you almost cringe at the way the feelings creep into your voice.

“well, i was on my way to bring the general a midday treat, but i suppose this justifies a sudden change in plans.”

“oh, i wouldn’t want to-”

“too late!” jiaoqiu is already seated, placing one drink- conveniently your current favorite- in front of you and shooting off a text to the general, “now, why don’t you tell me how your days been? i can probably think of some embarrassing stories about moze to get him back for leaving so suddenly.”

in his pocket, jiaoqiu’s phone buzzes.

feixiao: this has to be some form of mental harassment…i can’t believe you paid some random girl to walk in his line of sight and swish her tail to see what would happen! incredible work, jiaoqiu. i’ll start brainstorming our next move.

moze: i think i’m dying.

[beancalzone]

[man who is so normal about his ocs voice] fuck this post happy birthday Alex and Rhys

[comicalcarnival]

"X AU_ Missed Connection"?? it sounds sad...

it starts off as like. Angst train 101 but surprisingly speedruns into "the entire Xio team has adopted X (who has taken on Daichi's appearance and is claiming to have amnesia) and now X has like, 5 siblings and 4 parents"

there's teeeechnically a fic I posted about it already (The Dream is from the MC au) but most of it is unposted still. (which is a shame, its like. 30k words and only 6~ chapters so far. well, 6 chapters and then mini .5 chapters between every chapter w/ silly in between moments/things only mentioned in the main chapter/other chara's introspection on misc events)

I'm tempted to post it, but also i feel like I should re-do the first few intro chapters so it's more coherent (p sure i wrote those ones back in 2020...? MC AU's been a WIP for SOOOOO long, awhoopsie.)

[dapperrokyuu]

The whole crux of WHA is basically about healing magic and I still fail to understand why healing magic is banned, ngl, dalnbdalkfjn-

Like, I recall they say the whole experimental thing, but thats less about the magic and more about the lack of consent and suffering regarding those experiments-