#rdr2 header

[robleisdrew]

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Hi, how you doing, luv? I saw your requests were open so here I am!

I told this idea to a friend and we liked it so much I needed to see it written, and I love how you write Arthur!

I don't usually request/like low honor Arthur but hear me out! Low honor Arthur with a female reader and he's user her as his alibi whenever he goes on a killing spree. But she happily applies, smiling at the officers when she gets questioned like "it ain't him officer. how do I know that, you say? he was with me the whole time🤭" while Arthur quietly cleans the blood splatters off his guns

Samy!! Here it is!! I really hope you'll like it😭 Also, hell yes, what an ask! Loved writing it. Makes me want to write more Low!Honor. And ngggh the best compliment ever telling me you love how I write him I can't

˖✧ Pretty lies

✦ Pairing: Low!Honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader  ✦ Warnings/Tags: Blood (obviously), guns, cursing, canon era speech, ending is suggestive. Therefore, MDNI, please! ✦ Words: 1,8k ✦ a/n: Okay so, this is my first attempt ever at a Low Honnor Arthur. I guess I just made him bolder, extra cocky+extra flirty? Hope it’ll fit! ALSO, as always, English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if anything sounds weird. Please if you notice any mistakes, reach up to me! ✦Credits. First pic is from Reddeadcomfort on Pinterest, gun pic from Pinterest too. Second one from my playthrough; blood stains and dividers by me.

Arthur’s violence wasn’t a secret to anyone. Not to anybody in camp, not to you, certainly not to himself. 

Not even to numerous people at this point, considering the large number of poor fellas who had the bad luck to cross him and ended up beaten to a pulp, covered in bruises, head in a drinking trough, riddled with bullets, or even worse.

But you loved him, no matter what. You knew about his flaws. Knew about his brutal, crude side. But around you, this heated aura was turning into something else entirely. And you liked it.

So, when a panting Arthur had rushed to you on the porch of Strawberry’s hotel, blood covering his entire self, face and hair included, blue eyes shining sapphires in a tide of rubies, you weren’t that surprised. You were even less when he asked you to be his alibi for whatever the Hell he just did, as he had taken the habit of doing lately. Lying for Arthur’s crimes could have looked like an immoral thing to do, but as a member of the gang too, you clearly weren’t a saint either.

And you really were enjoying this little game.

The subtle grin Arthur had every time you would lie in front of the police for him, asserting with absolute conviction you had been together all day. The rosy tone his cheeks, ears and neck were displaying when you felt bolder and added some details in your alibis. Details about fake, steamy nights or afternoons you were supposed to have shared, swearing to the Lord you had the unholiest of times together. Oh, the look he was giving you. Knowing, amused, dreamy and so, so proud and debauched. Lustful, even.

You were sure he was enjoying it too.

“Alright, I’ll cover for you again. But at least go take a bath, I can’t do miracles.” You ordered him, a devilish smile on your face. 

“Thank you, sugar.” Arthur quickly answered, his voice just a low, breathless mumbling, barely letting you distinguish his words.

He quickly entered the hotel and you heard the receptionist gasp from where you were. You chuckled to yourself, imagining his outraged face rapidly losing all its composure under Arthur’s hard gaze piercing through the layer of blood, ordering him to prepare a bath as gently as if he was doing a hold-up.

Poor man must have liquefied on the spot.

You leaned against the patio’s fence and breathed in the fresh late afternoon air of Strawberry, alpenglow golden and rosy on top of the mountains, a peaceful scenery under your eyes. Contrasting with the horror and brutality Arthur must have left in his trail.

He was quick to join you again, looking fresh and neat as if he were a completely normal gentleman. His messy hair and dirty beard long gone, a nice black shirt, shiny boots, and a scout jacket on, probably to match Strawberry people's clothes. 

The only things that hadn't benefited from a change were his eternal Gambler hat and his holster and revolvers, both still painted with blood stains, a red and morbid Appaloosa coat on shiny metal.

“Policemen won’t be too long to arrive. ‘Hid my face but they chased me down all the way from Flatneck Station.” He informed you, voice calmer and shoulders less tensed.

“What the Hell were you doing there?”

“Robbin’ a train.” He replied with a cocky grin, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“More like slaughterin’ a train, uh?”

“Smart mouth.” He retorted, amused by your remark. “Too many of ‘em bastards had irritated me.”

“And how much did you get exactly?”

“Seven hundred.” His smirk widened as he patted his satchel, which was probably full of stolen money.

“Damn, Arthur! All by yourself? You never cease to impress me.”

His eyes wrinkled in a genuine smile, a rare sight. He didn’t add anything, silence enveloping both of you, as often in his company. But you knew he had loved your praise. 

Arthur casually sat on one of the chairs behind you, legs open to be more comfortable, and took his guns out of his holster, as relaxed as if he had sat to draw in his journal.

He knew the Law had absolutely no proof against him, and that you were charming enough to lead them up the garden path as easily as if they were children. 

As he had planned, two terribly worn-out lawmen arrived, clothes soiled and face tired. It looked like they didn’t have the time to take a good bath contrary to your companion, probably interrogating the whole town before arriving here. One of them, the shorter of the two, climbed up the wooden stair treads and spoke.

“Sir, Missus. We’re searching for a dangerous criminal. He has been described by several witnesses as a tall man with broad shoulders, brown hair, blue eyes, and a black leathered hat…” His words slowed down and turned into a whisper at the end of his sentence, lost in the air, as his gaze landed on Arthur. His eyes narrowed realizing he matched the description perfectly.

“Oh, I’m really sorry, officer, we haven’t seen anyone like this…” You said with your most angelic smile, your body turning politely from the fence to face the policeman.

You were now standing right next to Arthur who didn’t look bothered at all. 

All the contrary, he had given a simple salute by nodding his head to the man, the tip of his hat shaking nonchalantly in his direction, and had begun cleaning his guns, blood visible like porcelain dipped in a vibrant red paint.

The officer frowned, clearly not convinced.

“You, where were you-

“Him? He was with me all day officer."

He does not believe you. Yet. You took his arched eyebrow as a personal invitation to give him a good show:

"To tell you the truth, we’re on our honeymoon here, so we took the time to enjoy our day together…”

While speaking, you put a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, to emphasize your words, to look convincing. But you would have lied to yourself telling you weren’t appreciating this, fingers caressing his muscles through the thick jacket, traveling innocently to his neck where you brushed the base of his hair, just underneath his hat, pampering him as if he was a cat.

And Arthur? He had the biggest shit-eating grin you've ever seen on his face. He loved it, the pure audacity of it all, your teasing touch on the back of his head, his own hands busy with his guns, oil and piece of fabric wiping the fresh remnants from his killing spree of a few hours ago, in the most carefree way possible, all of it under the Law’s nose.

A rush of adrenaline spread through him, tingling and warming his body. He tried to fight his own blood from gathering more and more between his legs, but after all, looking all giddy would just make it all more convincing, right?

“But this man really looks like…” The policeman tried to object, before being cut by you once again.

“Officer, I assure you we was here all day…” You asserted, honeyed voice soft to the ears, eyes as innocent as a dove.

“Oh, except for this morning though, we was out. We tried this really special spot, you know? The one in the mountains, where you can bathe in these hot springs… We had a good time there, didn’t we, honey?” You fibbed with perfection, adding even more details to your tapestry of lies.

The hand you had on Arthur slowly pushed his head against your chest, his face ending up cheek against your cleavage. His devilish smirk almost cracked from widening, and the tip of his ears got all red and hot. You could feel it against your skin, both of you relishing in your juvenile, corny lovers play.

Inside, he felt like he was on top of the World right now.

“Yes baby, ‘t was definitely a good time…” Arthur agreed, playful eyes adverting from his revolvers to look at yours from down there, his slightly crooked teeth visible through his gigantic grin.

“A-arlight, I erm…” The lawman coughed, visibly uncomfortable because of your behavior and finally convinced by your pretty little speech. “I’ll leave you to… To "it" then. Good evening Sir, Ma’am.”

He walked back to his colleague who had smoked a cigarette while waiting for him. Arthur and you kept on playing your naive role until both of them were far enough, the last echo of their conversation sounding exceedingly comical into your ears:

“Shit, we lost this asshole…”

 “Told you this couldn’t be him. Who would be stupid enough to strut around right next to the sheriff’s office?”

Yeah, who would be, uh?

You giggled a bit, eyes still locked on the stupid man in question. He hadn’t stopped smiling the whole time, a low chuckle shaking his chest, joining yours.

“This was a close one. You’re getting more and more reckless…” You warned him gently, hand still wrapped around his head.

“But you, on the other hand, are a brilliant actor, darlin’.” He added, his deep voice showing a hint of amusement and mischief. “And you're getting bolder too. A honeymoon, really?”

“The damn bastard wouldn't let it go…” You shrugged with an innocent smile.

It looks like he was comfortable like this because he wasn’t making any effort to pull away from your soft flesh. All the contrary, a sneaky arm curled up around your waist, pushing you onto his lap, his guns and the piece of fabric ending up on top of your thighs.

“Ya know, alibis are fun an’ all but… Maybe we could have a good time for real, sometimes.” He whispered in your ear, big hands handling you gently, one resting on your legs, the other holding your back.

“Yeah? You tired of lying, Arthur?”

“Am tired of doin’ nothin’ while havin’ the most gorgeous woman in town pretendin’ to be my wife…” His thumb slowly strokes your thighs while answering in a low, passionate tone.

This wasn’t just pretty lies anymore. His voice wasn’t joking, it was filled with desire; his hands warm and demanding on your body.

“Mmh… I see… Maybe we could actually book a room here for the night then…” You answered in the same quiet register, betraying your own needs.

One of your hands grabbed his guns, the other the blackened piece of fabric damped with oil, and you finished cleaning up his revolvers for him, fingers delicate and attentive.

His eyes are locked on your hands and their movement, completely hypnotized by them, his ears turning entirely red, this sanguine color spreading less and less subtly on his face and chest too.

You can't help but notice the hardness growing between his legs, pressing under your body. 

And he can't wait for the moment when this won’t be the barrel of his gun you'd be holding and caressing between your hands…

“Sounds pretty good to me, “Missus Morgan”.”

[ryffindvr]

Otro, para el recuerdo.

[regwishesshehadmagic]

[nevsclowntown]

i’m obsessed with this game

[ariseur]

hi love!! i saw that your requests are open and im here to help🫡

can i request some red dead headcanons/blurbs? maybe what their affection/kisses are like? arthur, john, javier and charles are my pookies (especially charles oh my god i love him so so much) but i would love to hear your thoughts on anybody really!!

hope you’re doing well <3

AFFECTIONATE - VAN DER LINDE BOYS

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ notes - for some reason i cannot post rdr2 with my manga headers or cutesy pink dividers it feels so off to me i have no idea why 😭 but thank you for sending this request in, i love it sooo much!’ it’s nice to see another charles lover in this fandom lolol— you take care as well!! 🫶

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ warnings - mentions of injuries in kieran’s and charles, kisses and kissing (?), intended lowercase, alcohol and drinking in sean’s, lmk if i missed anything!! 🫶

ARTHUR MORGAN who will put calloused hands around your waist when you’re alone in your tent at night, burrowing his nose in your hair as he lays behind you. you can smell his musk, the scent of the outdoors and faded linen, as it clings onto you with its tight grip and lingers. you don’t mind though, and neither does arthur; simply basking in your warmth as the crickets chirp in harmony with your soft exhales.

“‘ve missed you.” you say, your right hand crawling to interlock itself with his own draped over your waist as it fiddles with the soft skin there.

“missed y’too, darlin’.” you can feel his chest rumble with his voice, tone deep and gravelly from the lack of use. you let your eyes close as you savored the feeling of his hands caressing the small chub that gathered itself in his hands when he squished too much. you would give anything to have moments like these with arthur whenever you could.

JOHN MARSTON who’ll scoff as you pressed kisses along his face, sitting on his lap as the campfire graced your bodies with its warm glow. his affections held a more stand-offish tone to them but on the off occasional that he got a little too tipsy, you could never pry him off of you.

“if i’d’a known any better, i’d have thought you was in love wit’ me,” he huffed. regardless of his dumb comments, his hands never failed to find their way upon the dips of your hips, rubbing circles over the fabric of your clothes.

you bumped your head into his head as he chuckled, raspy voice rumbling throughout his chest as you halted your kisses and instead rested your head on his shoulder. your foot, bare and tapping against the ground in tune with the distant strums of javier’s guitar and karen’s drunken singing kept you grounded — kept you remembering that this was real, this was all real; and you were alive.

“why? you complainin’?”

you felt john’s cheeks widen with his grin. “naw,” was all he said.

two things that JAVIER ESCUELLA cherished most in this world were family and freedom; and he knew that he felt at peace knowing he had both of these things in that moment. you by his side, as neither of you had a care in the world. the sun glimmered and lazed around, taking its place on your backs and replacing the cool, dawn air with its heat. affection with javier is passionate and it’s scary, you never know what you’ll get or suffer the next day but it doesn’t matter — you persevere knowing you’ll find home in his arms a night more, you’ll live long enough to seek refuge and if you died in the process; it’d be okay knowing you died with who you loved.

deft fingers came to slide up and down the wooden fretboard along with his other hand plucking on the strings. you hadn’t realized you’d been staring until he peeked one eye open from under his bowler hat, a teasing smirk on his face as he mumbled, “no me miras con esos ojos, corazón.”

you rolled your eyes, “que quieres decir, javi?”

he hummed, he knew you knew what he meant — and you knew that he knew. but for now, you’d continue to stare, admiring your beloved that sat so prettily on that log; simply playing his guitar. he had his freedom, and he had his family right here.

loud laughs erupted from the obnoxious irishman known as SEAN MACGUIRE, a jug of alcohol in his hand and his darling in the other.

“i’m tellin’ ya, luckiest man alive—! they said they loved me, can y’believe it?” his accent only got thicker by the minute as he raved to everybody that walked by about how you had suddenly professed your love once more as you two sat on the barrel circling the rounded, wooden table. you smacked his arm to which he let out a rasping cackle. “shut up, will you?”

“ah, never. y’know ya love me,” he puckered his lips dramatically as you scoffed. giving him a chaste kiss, he groaned as you pulled away too quick before you went in deeper, seeing his eyes widen in shock before yours fluttered closed. he laughed out the side of his mouth before his hand, ever so gentle, buried itself in your hair. sean was a loud lover, one you’d typically be embarrassed by — but that only meant he loved you more than anything. a drunk man’s words is a sober man’s thoughts and he had you on his mind all the time.

CHARLES SMITH who’ll treat your wounds silently, as he always did except this time would be different. a tense silence would fill your tent other than murmured hisses and apologies due to the peroxide and other various natural remedies he preserved for your care. charles would always keep a level head, warning you not to go on jobs that micah would egg you on yet charles would always wait for you to return.

he never said anything during these times, charles loved silently. instead of telling you he loved you every second or having you on his lap like others, he’d bring you a trinket you remembered wanting from a storefront window or he’d take you out hunting with him; teaching you how to properly set up bait ( not in the reckless way that sean or bill would attempt to mansplain about ). he’d take care of you and he’d listen to you. so when you’d gasp and bite your fist from how badly he had to stitch your leg up, his hand would grab yours and bring it down to rest on your thigh — intertwining fingers as his thumb grazed over the crescent shaped marks your teeth left.

you really did love KIERAN DUFFY, seeing the way he’d try to puff his chest out when the guys at camp would look at you when really, he’d get all shy and blushy when you babied him. he wasn’t so used to this sorta thing, you know, relationships. everybody in camp looked at you like you were crazy, but they knew better than to tell that to you ( or him ), knowing they’d only get an earful from you about how sweet kieran really was.

you’d dress his wounds and in return, you’d find your horse prepped and groomed all pretty in the mornings — already fed and provided with water. and when you’d ask arthur or tilly, they’d always shrug and say, “must be that o’driscoll boy.”

you treated him with care, like no one had ever had, and that was the greatest gift in itself to kieran. he saw you as an angel, he’d even try telling you sometimes although backtracking a bit just to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. kieran duffy’s affection was careful and nervous, stiff gestures presented to you although all of his worries melted away once he heard your sweet laugh. he didn’t know much about this stuff but that was okay, he’d learn just for you.

𐙚 taglist ; @ch3rryfiles @maskedteaser

𐙚 requests are closed — june twenty eighth, 2024

[batswithsillyhats]

Hi, I’m Elle! I’m a 21-year-old artist and writer. I’ve been on Tumblr since 2012, but recently made this new account to organize my art and writing. I’m a waitress and I live in the Western US. I have a cat named Oregano and I spend most of my free time playing video games. I write WLW fan fiction and original stories. All my works have tags and warnings at the top. I reblog fanart and stuff too :> I use tags to organize all my posts; #gabgabs = random thoughts/posts #gab poetry = My personal poetry #gabfic = fanfictions #gab headcanons = headcanons #gab art = Original art #reblog = reblogged posts #original = original works #oc stuff = Original character posts #Yorrow = Yorrow lore and related posts

Requests are - Open!

I will write WLW fics for the following fandoms; RDR2 | BG3 | SotF | Arcane | Stardew Valley | RE8 | Dungeon Meshi

Feel free to ask about other fandoms.

Themes I will write; Fluff/Domestic fluff | Angst w/ a happy ending | Slow burn/Yearning | Smut/Porn without plot | Period typical homophobia | Enemies to lovers | X reader

Explicit themes I will write; Dubious consent | Bondage | Light pet play | Knife play | Biting/marking

Themes I WILL NOT write Noncon | Pure angst | Major character death (Unless cannon) | Incest

Stardew Valley Married Women Relationship HCs [SFW] Stardew Valley Married Women Relationship HCs [NSFW]

˚₊𓆩༺ A Dragon Queen's Heat ༻𓆪₊˚ Original Story [NSFW] Drakora/Isobel ˚₊𓆩༺ Spoiled ༻𓆪₊˚ Stardew Valley [NSFW]- Caroline/Fem!Reader ˚₊𓆩༺ The Flannel ༻𓆪₊˚ Stardew Valley [SFW] - Robin/Fem!Reader ˚₊𓆩༺ Just a Dare ༻𓆪₊˚ Original Story [NSFW] - Werewolves/Fem!Human ˚₊𓆩༺ Protect My Love Till Break of Day ༻𓆪₊˚ Baldur's Gate 3 [SFW] - Minthara/Alfira ˚₊𓆩༺ Kissing in the Shadows ༻𓆪₊˚ Baldur's Gate 3 [NSFW] - Shadowheart/Fem!Tav ˚₊𓆩༺ Throw Me to the Lycans ༻𓆪₊˚ Resident Evil Village [NSFW] - Alcina Dimitrescu/Fem!OC/POV Reader

˚₊𓆩༺ untitled ༻𓆪₊˚ Dungeon Meshi [NSFW] - Falin/Marcille something something feral chimera wife ˚₊𓆩༺ untitled ༻𓆪₊˚ Dungeon Meshi [SFW] - Falin/Marcille something something feral chimera wife but make it fluffy ˚₊𓆩༺ Watching as She Studies ༻𓆪₊˚ Original Story [SFW] - Lara/Athera How Athera fell in love with a simple human

˚₊𓆩༺ Ain't Supposed To Feel This Way ༻𓆪₊˚ Read Dead Redemption 2 [NSFW] - Sadie/Fem!Reader ˚₊𓆩༺ Minthara/Tav Fluff Collection ༻𓆪₊˚ Baldur's Gate 3 [SFW] -Minthara/Fem!Tav ˚₊𓆩༺ Unveiling Secrets ༻𓆪₊˚ Baldur's Gate 3 [NSFW] - Minthara/Fem!Tav ˚₊𓆩༺ Pocket Full of Spiders ༻𓆪₊˚ Baldur's Gate 3 [NSFW] - Minthara/Fem!Tav ˚₊𓆩༺ I Fell in Love with A Mutant Woman ༻𓆪₊˚ Sons of The Forest [SFW] - Vargina/Fem!Player

.·:*¨༺ The Temple of Marrah ༻¨*:·. The diligent student Lara finds herself in an ancient temple, deeply engrossed in sketching the rotting architecture when she encounters a Sphinx. Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | .·:*¨༺ Irrational ༻¨*:·. The young girls of Londimore start going missing. Victoria, the princess, suspects a satanic cult, using herself as bait she discovers something she could never have imagined. Chapter 1 | .·:*¨༺ The Dragon's Princess ༻¨*:·. Princess Isobel blah blah dragons... Chapter 1 | Original Series a list of my ocs OC LORE Yorrow - Complete Race Guide Yorrow - Complete Monster Compendium Yorrow - Time, Seasons and Calendar Yorrow - Gods Yorrow - Sphinxes

˚₊𓆩༺ The Wolves ༻𓆪₊˚ ˚₊𓆩༺ A Garden of Memories ༻𓆪₊˚

Credits; Header - @youokaymilo | Ao3 | ToyHouse |

[carddinal]

what's your top 3 favorite ocs of your own

ooo Top 3 ocs, in no particular order:

Beauregard 'Beau' Himm - a D&D/fantasy rpg oc, barbarian half-orc who was raised by his loving parents, who were both successful adventurers in their own right. He has trouble leaving his family, his pet pig, and his tightknit community behind, but after words of encouragement from his parents, Beau heads out for adventure to create his own stories. He's not very bright but he has the kindest heart and will do anything to help his friends and loved ones.

Jolene Faith - a RDR2/western oc, raised by her single mother after her father abandoned them to join his old gang in one last big score, presumed dead after news of things going wrong and the gang falling apart. When she's grown she meets an old member of her father's gang, and she learns that her father successfully escaped with the fortune and hasn't been seen since. He teaches Jolene to be a bounty hunter and she uses those skills to get work and cross the country, following clues to her father's whereabouts. She's clever and vengeful, and she cross-dresses and uses the name 'Joel Gravecross' to avoid the eyes of the law and others who may want her dead.

Theodore 'Theo' Uddsrick - a Sea of Thieves/pirate oc, who was born to an affluent but unloving family. Inspired by tales from his merchant uncle, Theo steals his family's sloop with his best friend and heads to adventure. Shortly after reaching the Sea of Thieves however, they were attacked by a kraken, where Theo lost his best friend, his ship, his eye, and his leg. He's a great sailor and navigator, though not super skilled with a sword or gun, with a positive attitude and a love for stories and collecting legends and lore.

You can find art of Beau and Jolene in my header and pfp respectfully. Both done by the wonderful @ghilenan. Thank you for the ask <3

[dmitriene]

your new theme is FUCKIN STUNNING bonny 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

hm… why is your header 12 hours long 👀🤔

stevie.. *sobbinghiccupingthrowingup* 💐 thank u.... thank u.. this makes me happy because your themes are the whole masterpieces for real.. (the header is 24 hours REAL i needed to get out my obsession for rdr2!!)

[robleisdrew]

[annasinterests]

hey, friend!

Thanks for checking in, I hope you can find what you're looking for!

All my works are reader-inserts that do not include Y/N.

Right now, I write for Joel Miller, Arthur Morgan, and Percy de Rolo. My inbox is always open, so feel free to request anything & I'll try my best to get to it! :)

— Header & dividers belong to the lovely @saradika —

Joel Miller — The Last Of Us

Don't Look at Me Like That Unless You Mean It

Series — 9/?

You were 17 when the world stopped turning, and 25 when you met Joel Miller. Since then, you became entwined in each other's life; inevitably falling in love with him along the way, and strangely becoming the surrogate parents of an immune kid. Afters years of struggling to survive, you found a family and place to call home again in Jackson. Four, going on five, years later, you had finally made peace with your past, leaving it behind. But had it left you?

'Cause You Know It's You, Babe

Blurb — 1k

Just some soft!Joel.

Arthur Morgan - RDR2

Southern Nights

One-Shot in HC format, basically.

Inspired by the song Southern Nights by Glen Campbell — A very wholesome night between the gang, especially you and Arthur.

Gameplay Shots

Just pictures I've taken from my own personal gameplay. I'm hoping to turn it into a series!

1 — 2

Going Out, She's Getting Into Something

Halloween One-Shot — 10.4k

You get to explore the town of Saint Denis on the best night of the year; having fun, getting into trouble, and falling in love!

Percival de Rolo - Vox Machina

I See Fire

One-Shot — 682 words

Reader keeps their past to themselves. Percy's had enough.

[gotokasumi]

tw3 url, gow header and a rdr2 icon

[rotfilled]

WELCOME . private & selective multi-muse blog, penned by mads (they/them, 27); est. january 2023. triggering and mature content possible. 21+ only, minors will be blocked. rules and muse list below.

rules

private, selective, low activity—tumblr rpc veteran, don't expect much. also i don't have the time or patience for whatever nonsense the tumblr rpc is up to these days, i will block and move on

idk what the post editing is like these days so bare with me

formatting will be limited, do what you want tho

shipping is cool just talk to me about it first and don't force things

nsfw topics/discussions probably won't happen here

triggering content will be tagged #trigger tw and #trigger cw, i'll do my best to tag the usual

if we're mutuals and talk often enough, i'll share my discord

header & pinned post graphic by @fatened (thaaanks)

canon

lara croft (tomb raider) princess zelda (twilight princess) abby anderson (the last of us part ii) joel miller (the last of us part i and part ii, secondary)

original characters

reaper (d2, xiv) diana ludwig (tlou) sybil constantine (dnd) valeria assenberg (dnd) piper knotley (rdr2)

[its-deputy-caleb]

did i just spend hours reorganising all my masterlists? yes. was it worth it for cool headers and better layout ? probably not but it looks all pretty 

| RDR2 | RE8 | FC5 | FC6 | DMC5

[imthescout]

IS THAT TIM WRIGHT IN UR HEADER??????

I THINK , YES. I might get into marble Hornets after I'm done with rdr2 .... heh.

[edgepunk]

i love your new icon so much 🥹 and you mobile theme is stunning 🥹

ahh thanks!! 🫶 the header is an older rdr2 gif of mine that I edited but I like how the colors turned out ❤️