#rdr arthur morgan

[skyeconch]

[POV : Y/N tried to get an ending where Arthur survives but—]

[Loading to saved point…]

Arthur : oh hey, you’re back

Y/N, sits down beside him : yeah..

Arthur : so? How did it go?

Arthur : did ya achieve that “ending”?

Y/N : . . .

Arthur : *chuckles*

Arthur : we were always going to say goodbye, weren’t we? *coughs violently*

Y/N : Yeah. I think so..

Y/N : I’m sorry..

Arthur : nah, it’s alright, saving me was never your job anyway

[The sun slowly rises]

Arthur : ‘least I get to look at the sun one last time

Arthur : with you..

Arthur : hey, [YOUR NAME]?

Y/N : yes?

Arthur : thank you.

Arthur : For being here, for trying. Nobody ever done anything like that for me.

Arthur : Now that I know none of this is real, but I really do love you.

Arthur : I love you so much, [YOUR NAME].

Y/N : I love you too, Arthur Morgan.

[A pause]

Y/N : Arthur?

[Arthur laying motionless on your body, you could feel his warmth slowly leaving his body]

[Reset game files?]

[r0tt3n-r4t]

I can't believe, I came back to this piece after a year. It was a request from my friend, I drew before even playing RDR2.

[lllostgirlll]

idk what it is but i’m so fucking depressed about arthur morgan lately

[raccooninadumpsterrr]

:D

[izaacs-notdeadyet]

ARTHUR PONY!!!!

I love this design. Honestly don't dislike anything about it his design just came so easily to me.

Arthur is making me consider making this into a fully fledged mlp au but I'm not entirely sure how I'd want to do that so if you have any ideas I'd love to hear them.

Extra whiteboard doodles of pony arthur under the cut!

+ john doodle (he sucks at landing, especially after the timber wolf attack. I imagine he took really long learning how to fly in his youth)

[average-jedtavius-enjoyer]

One year ago today I finished the most amazing story of my life. As a tribute, I redrew my piece from August last year.

Old ver: here.

song: Dream, by Priscilla Ahn

This is going to be a long rant so be prepared.

I, in all honesty, cannot with any fibre of my being or in any space of my mind believe that it has been a full year since I finished Red dead redemption 2. The effect this stupid game had on me seems to have never lessened, even with the time that has passed since I completely finished it, and for a whole year it has found a very special, cosy little space in my heart which I find it hard to think it will ever leave. Everything about it came to near perfection: The characters, the story telling, the emotions it made me feel, hell even the graphics (which you would think would have lost some of their shine considering I played in 2023, 5 years after the games release) - and yet all at the same time in every person and life it presented to me it was so imperfect and broken that it seemed so real. Everything about it was so real.

Nothing on this earth could have ever prepared me for what was to come when I started playing. In fact, I remember my mindset going into it quite vividly: I remember I was bored one day, and decided to sit down and play 'a silly little cowboy game.' I knew how it would end since I started, but I never knew (and it never quite clicked through the months I spent working through the game) that I would become so attached to each and every individual that I would break down for weeks after finishing the whole endeavour. I didn't know that I would devote so many hours of my life to this game, all for it to end up in shambles - so much so that I haven't been able to pick up all the pieces 12 months later. I was completely unprepared.

I can still remember the visceral emotions I felt at certain points; The time that Dutch left Arthur to die, how Arthur after the fact had to present Rain Falls with his dead son. His last son. Watching Dutch lie to Arthur about the death of his own damn brother.

Seeing Hosea get shot, and Sean, and Lenny - and dear god watching Kieran walk beheaded into camp. Each and every one of these deaths broke me and I can still feel it.

I can still feel the fear I felt in the very last mission, worrying my pretty little head that Sadie and Charles would die - That John (and I) would lose the very last connection to the gang that he had.

I can still feel it all.

I don't know if this makes any sense at all, or if I'm just rehashing the points and feelings of everyone who has played before me - I'm simply rambling, spilling my thoughts out onto the table in the hopes they'll arrange themselves and I'll have some coherent (maybe even fond) thought process related to the completion of this game, instead of just sitting in silence whenever the topic is brought up without quite knowing how to order or process all the emotions that still rage.

Maybe next year I'll come back with something more important to say about the effects this game had on me, but until then just know that this piece of art quite literally touched my soul. It brought out feelings in me I never thought a piece of fiction could.

I miss it.

I miss them.

I miss Arthur.

[anonymousqualities]

Rdr2 AU: Arthur met charles before the events of rdr2.

I'm conflicted if I want them meeting before and didn't realize it (they both forgot, arthur more so, lol) or Arthur is the one to recruit charles or just a mixture of both lol

They would meet 8 years prior, so arthur is 28 & charles is 18/19

I also HC Charles had selective mutism when he was younger so that applies here.

-when Arthur find Isaac and Eliza's graves he finds out Charles dug them. Charles had just began getting to know Eliza as a friend before the incident.

-Arthur runs into him while saying a last goodbye to the graves at the same time charles is bringing flowers.

-Not sure If I'd want Arthur to be hostile or kind. If he's drunk, probably alil hostile. It would also explain him forgetting the encounter.

-At this point in time, Charles can't stand drunks. The wounds from having to leave his dad still fresh.

-Not sure what I see happening between them (nothing sexual) but the short encounter stays with charles for a while. Arthur has a vague memory of Charles' appearance and often tried to recreate his like-ness in his journal whenever he thought about the "young man he ran into that day"

(In this AU, arthur nevers metions eliza and isaac by name. Some of the gang just know he had a son that no one feels comfortable mentioning)

-Fast-forward to rdr2 events with established charthur. Charles admits partly why he accepted Dutch's offer to join was something about arthur being familiar.

-At another time, arthur casually shares that charles reminds him of someone he use to sketch often. Never knowing if the man was real or from a dream. He shares his old sketch journal and charles is suprised to see what looks like a younger him.

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Arthur: *shell-shocked after the revelation*

Charles: *intensely examining a particular sketch* "You think I should cut my hair this short again?"

Arthur:

Charles: ....arthur?

Arthur:

[bittcnneck]

Guys

[teashellscape]

Hey! I’m Tea and I started this account a while ago mainly for just my being able to doom scroll, but I’ve had a bout of inspiration and decided I’m gonna use my writing talents (or what little there is 💀) to write smut. I also do wanna write fluff so that will be included here too.

These here are the fandoms I’m happy to write for, I’m also listing the characters I’m planning to write for, even if there’s nothing there yet, if I don’t forget, there will be eventually.

Hope you enjoy!

(Also still haven’t worked out to do the fancy little links so you have to deal with whatever that clunky looking thing is 💀)

Masterlist

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Stardew valley

Harvey

Hayley

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Red dead redemption

Arthur Morgan

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Overwatch

Cole Cassidy

Reaper

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Mystic messenger

707

Saeran

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The last of us

Joel Miller

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ACOTAR

Lucien

Cassian

[red-dead-simp]

[monaskydancer]

Since I've started another playthrough of Red Dead Redemption 2 last month (I'm still in chapter 1 because I did literally everything else but go to Thomas Downes for ages 😅) , I've returned to my Arthur x OC fic I wrote back in 2019.

I am going to re-write it a bit and post it on here and actually continue writing it. So far, there are the 6 chapters I posted back in 2019, so if anyone is interested in a cute yet dramatic yet romantic cowboy fic I'd love to connect with you over this!

I plan on posting the first chapter of "Into the West" by the end of this week. 🥰

[greeneyedsigma]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Arthur Morgan & Issac Morgan, Arthur Morgan/Original Male Character(s), Hosea Matthews & Arthur Morgan, Arthur Morgan & Dutch van der Linde, John Marston & Arthur Morgan Characters: Arthur Morgan, Issac Morgan, Original Male Character(s), Hosea Matthews, Dutch van der Linde, Van der Linde Gang Members (Red Dead Redemption), John Marston, Leonard "Lenny" Summers Additional Tags: Female Arthur Morgan, High Honor Arthur Morgan, Anna Morgan - Freeform, Isaac Morgan Lives, Arthur Morgan Lives, no TB, Original Character(s), Original Male Love Interest, Collin MacLeod, Arthur Morgan Deserves Happiness, Protective Arthur Morgan, Issac is protective of his mother, Possessive Dutch Van Der Linde, What if Arthur was a woman, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Genderbending, Gender or Sex Swap, Romance, Protective Collin MacLeod (OC), Humor, Sarcasm, Dutch Van Der Linde has no plan, Micah Bell Is His Own Warning, Anna Morgan is going to save as many lives as she can, Hosea being a dad, Issac trusts Dutch about as far as he can throw him, multi-chapter, Main Anna POV, Side Issac POV, POV Third Person, live to fight another day, Dutch van der Linde Being an Asshole, Self-Indulgent Summary:

Don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not He's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I'm begging you please Don't take that sinner from me Oh don't take that sinner from me

Devil's Backbone by The Civil Wars

Anna Morgan is getting tired—tired of running, tired of hiding. One part of her wants to get out while she still can, while the other wants to save as many lives as possible before that. But she knows that Dutch won't make it easy for her.

She's going to need a little help. Luckily, she's got a man willing to fight with her.

[rinkaywie]

What Have I Done?

Arthur Morgan x Gn!Reader

Warning: Angst.

An: I'm sorry.. also im so sorry if theres mistakes

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A child of the man who works for the law is dating an outlaw?! Being Milton's child was hard. You eventually escaped from him. May 19, 1886, the date you've joined tha Van Der Linde gang, full of outlaws. They didn't trust you at first, of course. They knew your father was Milton, a famous lawman.

It took over a year to gain their trust. But you did it by killing some other lawmen, and doing your best to help the gang. You eventually fell in love with one of the best guy in the gang. Arthur Morgan. He wasn't aware of your feelings. It took so goddamn long for him to open up to you and to trust you. But when he did, oh, your heart melted. The two of you started dating in 1895.

Now let's skip to 1899. The city bank robbery. As you were getting ready, someone chapped at the nape of your neck, making you unconscious.

A familiar laugh can be heard. "Sorry it took me so long." A chuckle. "They always had Arthur by their side so i couldn't get to them."

That voice... Could it be? That fucking bastard. Micah. Micah Bell. You've always hated him, never trusted him. His voice disgust you. He was always hitting on you. Luckily, you had Arthur by your side.

You felt so weak. You couldn't keep your eyes open... Why were you on the floor? Micah's talking to someone, someone familiar. Someone you haven't seen in a long time. Darkness again.

Finally opening your eyes. "Good to have you back." Oh no... "[Name]." Your father. You were still tied up and laying on the floor.

"I'll make you a deal." He said. "If you tell me where Dutch is. I'll set you free."

Dutch Van Der Linde... The founder of the gang. He was the one who started the gang, alongside with Hosea Matthews. They were the one who found you on the streets. Dutch took you because he knew you were related to Milton, he did that so he can scare Milton. But instead, you've joined the gang and they warmed up to you. Hosea was one of your favourites, he treated you like you were really a part of the family.

"I would never." You spat. "It's a trap. I know it. You'll never set me free even after i told you. And i will never do that. Besides, you have Micah on your side.

"Micah wouldn't tell me. Now, tell me where they are, and I'll set you free. I might even not hurt Dutch and his people. But if you don't, once i find them, I'll kill them in sight."

Your eyes widened. Speechless.

A kick on your stomach. You yelped in pain. "Stop." Your father said. "If you say so." Oh god. Micah. Your father simply didn't care about you. All he cared about was to capture Dutch Van Der Linde.

"Are you sure... You won't hurt anyone?" You asked.

"Not a soul."

"If you hurt them. I'll fucking tear you to pieces."

"Where's [Name]?" Your boyfriend asked. "Let's leave them for now, they might still be in camp. We dont have time to go look for them." Dutch said as he rode his horse faster. Arthur simply groaned but agreed.

"Dutch, get out here!" Your father yelled. He was holding Hosea, pointing a gun at him. You needed to act like you didn't care at all. Even though it broke your heart. Dutch and the others were still inside the Saint Denis City Bank.

Arthur and your eyes met. He was shock. Why were you with Milton? Did you rat them out? He looked so heart broken, making your heart shatter even more.

"Mr Milton... Let my friend go... Or folks... They are gonna get shot unnecessarily." Dutch yelled back.

"Your friend?" Your father asked, sarcastically. "HA! Why would i do that?"

"Come on, Milton!" Dutch yelled, annoyed. Panicked.

"It's over. No more bargains. No more deals."

"Mr. Milton... This is America. You can always cut a deal."

"I've given you enough chances." And with that. Your father let go of Hosea and... He shot him... No. NO. You were too frozen to move. The person, who cared about you, was killed by your own father. Your mouth opened, but before you could speak, a bullet ran through your arm. You looked up to see... Dutch pointing a gun at you.

You were pulled away by another lawman, preventing you from getting shot again.

"What have i done...?"

You were hiding inside a building, on the very top floor. And that's when you heard Arthur's voice. "Lenny... He's... He's dead!"

No... Not Lenny... Lenny Summers was your bestfriend. He was always there for you when you needed someone.

You peaked out of the window and saw the others running away, leaving Arthur all alone with Lenny's dead body. You took the opportunity to quickly pull Arthur inside.

"Hey!-" He yelled as he bit your hand. "Arthur! Fuck!" You yelped in pain as you unwrapped your arms around him.

"[Name]... I should've known..." His voice was so bitter. Where was his sweet voice?

Your eyes were full of fear. "A-Arthur... It's not what it looks l-like..." Your arms were in front of you, you slowly stepped back as Arthur slowly walked towards you.

"You are just like your father." The words that left his lips destroyed you. You've always hated your father. You couldn't keep the tears anymore, all of them started flowing down.

"I... I didn't m-mean to..."

"Tell me why i shouldn't kill you. Right. Fucking. Now." He rarely even swore. Your mouth hanged open but nothing came out of it.

"I guess we have an answer." He huffed. He grabbed his knife from his holster and stabbed you with it.

"A-Arthur..." You said as you fell backwards. That's when he realized what he has done. No... He already lost so many... He quickly fell on his knees next to you. Holding you close as tears were streaming down his face.

"What were you even thinking...?" He said. He didn't even know if he was saying that to him or to you.

You were already loosing so much blood. You used all of your left energy to get something out of your pocket. It was a letter. You gave it to Arthur before you take your last breath.

"Oh, Arthur. My beloved, Arthur.

Why did it come to this? As you're reading this, I'm probably dead. You didn't deserve any of this. I know I don't have the rights to apologise but I'm terribly sorry. My father told me he wouldn't hurt anyone. But it was obviously a lie. I did everything, but i had no choice. Me and Kieran are so alike. It took so long for us to gain your trust, because we came from your enemies. But in the end, we both died the same way. Killed by our own people. Oh, Arthur. I love you, truly. I'd do anything to go back in time just to be with you again. I'm truly sorry, my love."

More tears were streaming down his face. He was sniffling. "What have i done...?" He thought.

!Not My Gif!

[raccooninadumpsterrr]

Like a real outlaw

[average-jedtavius-enjoyer]

Song: Dream (Priscilla Ahn)

Embarrassingly I did not play this game until this year, and although I finished m first playthrough months ago, this piece was never quite done, nor will it be, but have what I did because it really was special to me [rant under the cut]

I genuinely don't know what I expected from this game, I knew how it would end from the moment I started playing (due to it coming out like half a decade ago and watching my father play), and yet nothing could have prepared me for it

this was one of the greatest stories I ever had the pleasure of indulging myself in and I don't know why I didn't do so earlier LMAO

My greatest shame however, is that the point at which I started crying was not because Arthur would die, not because I knew he would die, and not really because he did die, but because my horse died, I had the amber champagne missouri fox trotter and her name was Applejack, and she served me so well and good for the whole game that the stupid fcking cutscene made me SPIRAL, the horse depicted in this picture is not her tho so shame on me ig

I really have no words to describe just how this game made me feel, throughout my playthrough and after. Basically it has had me fucked up for months.

the best thing I could do was draw it, and even that will not be done,

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness.

[conkreetmonkey]

Red Dead Redemption 2 was so real for creating the most in-depth, realistic clothing system I've ever seen in any game, and exclusively using it on burly, unhygienic men.

You choose every layer, every accessory, with dozens to hundreds of each to choose from. You can go in and fine-tune minute details like whether or not to roll up the shirt sleeves, or button the collar, or whether to wear your pants under your boots. These clothes get dirty in real time depending on what you do in the game. Mud, dust and blood linger unless washed off. Every garment has a warmth rating based on its material, and the game calculates what temperatures an outfit is suitable for based on the combined total. Dressing too cold or warm for the weather causes health debuffs.

You can choose which way he parts his hair, and whether he gels it. If you eat too much he gets bulkier and gains a double chin, and if you eat too little he can go underweight and get all bony and sallow. Both of these states come with stat changes. His hair and beard grow in real game time, and you need to routinely style and shave his facial hair if you want any style other than a full Santa. You need to bathe him regularly or people will start commenting on his BO, and he'll start visibly appearing filthy long before that. He sunburns in the sun, and in the heat he becomes slick and glossy with sweat.

This shit is IN DEPTH. It blows the customization systems of actual fashion-centric games like tf2, Monster Hunter and Splatoon out of the water in every regard. They honestly look basic in comparison. It's a paradigm shift for sure once you experience RDR2's level of customization. Everything else starts to feel smaller.

The player character all this customization is applied to, and I simply cannot stress this enough, is a 36 year old, 6'3" smoker weighing well over 200 pounds, with facial hair thicker than a sheepdogs, forearms like gnarled tree trunks and a dark, dense forest of body hair covering every reasonable surface. His skin is pocked and marred with scars from a rugged, nomadic lifestyle, and his teeth are the colour of cornbread. He has a thick southern accent, is a known mean drunk and knows how to skin pretty much any North American animal. He has never worn deodorant, flossed or moisturized. He eats canned beans, fruit and the like by simply pouring them into his mouth and gulping, often while walking or riding a horse at full gallop.

I can think of NO better use case for such customization. Not some fresh-faced little twink, not some busty anime babe. Just a gross, hairy, unwashed homeless dude with crippling self esteem issues and a chest broader than a barrel laid lengthwise. A non fashion-centric game, certainly a non-fashion centric character, but for some reason the best clothing and customization system ever concieved, bar none. What the fuck.