#red dead redemption II fanfiction

[roamingtigress]

My very work in progress Vandermatthews Headcanon

Excerpts with asterisk taken from The Misadventures of Hosea and The Mustached Idiot; the rest have yet not been added to my fic

They have a nightly bedtime reading; they'll discuss what's going on in each chapter and will read paragraphs to each other; sometimes this on well into late night*

Neither of them can tolerate cold well, particularly Hosea, and a fire on every night; Dutch will spoon him to further keep him warm (I've made mentions of them not tolerating the cold as well as they did when they were younger but didn't touch too much onto them)

Dutch is very ticklish! Particularly his ribs/belly/waist, and Hosea will tickle him in public (or 'threaten' to) when he flirts in public or is being moody or being a general PiTA. He does his stoic face but eventually, he'll crumble. Unfortunately for him, Hosea isn't so much (I realize I'm sharing trade secrets here, no regrets, do what you want with them, mwah <3) * Since their bed was made only for one person, they are 'forced' to lay on top of each other (and can also be found lying by the bonfire), usually, Hosea lays on Dutch but doesn't always go that way*

Wolves wait to pounce the moment Dutch steps out of camp because of their attraction to his hair pomade, and the 30 pieces of beef, 10 fish, 20 squirrels stuffed in his pockets because he doesn't have a satchel.*

Reverend Swanson got them married

Hosea loves his back being rubbed, sides massaged, waist being held in those hold-you-close hugs and shoulders rubbed (this whole area will get him to melt like butter) and has a spot between his ear and jawline that when touched, gets him to his happy spot, but he's a happy chappy wherever Dutch touches him * (but I need to touch upon this more, pardon the pun!)

Dutch loves chest rubs, belly rubs, and there's a spot on his right hip that makes him squirm; he also loves to have his jaw/chin scratched and especially that cleft of his chin that he used to feel self-conscious about; scritching him here will elicit big manly little purry sounds from him * (though I have yet to get into the chin/jaw scritches in my story; it's in my head waiting to get out); he also likes to have his mustache/soul patch touched

They love a bit of roleplay; they'll create scenarios where they'll be acting out their first (a senario they've had involved Hosea being a bartender and Dutch is seeking a job as a musician there)

They take turns in deciding on a quiet place to read. Heartlands Overflow was their latest spot. They'll also do a spot of readin' at the camp, too).

Hosea can't stomach warm beer, Dutch will drink it cold or warm *

Dutch is the RDO equivalent of Jane Goodall; he'll happily socialize with other people's characters, and will also observe their goings-on (in a quiet spot if a quiet spot exists L) among them and reports on what he sees back at camp to get a better understanding of this strange world *

Dutch's favourite feature on Hosea is his eyes, hands and fingers and he tries to make eye contact with him as much as possible; he loves to hold and kiss his hands, and of course, be touched with them as much as possible; he also cannot leave his chest alone (so that's another favourite) and has a thing about hearing his heartbeat at night on those nights he lays on top of him, so maybe it's his heart that is his #1 <3 (but imo the whole man is his favourite part) * (but needs to be stated more!)

Among Hosea's favourite features on Dutch? His nose; he loves grabbing it, and kissing it, as well as his silly waist and the slight belly he's gotten from being looked after so well by him, and of cannot resist those locks that he can't resist touching in each chapter * (always needs to be stated more)

Dutch's favourite role is the Bounty Role because of the PEW PEW that's often involved but tied with Moonshine; he loves dancing like a fool and playing with the band, and the excitement of running 'shine like a proper degenerate; also loves the excitement of what the Trader Role can bring on hose trading run and now gets along with Cripps (they were ornery and antagonistic at the start until they learned they'll have mutual benefits from working with each other * (sort of touched on but needs to be touched on more);

Hosea's favourite role is the Collector role; it's generally the least problematic role between them both (and prob the most old-man-friendly activity) and they have an extensive selection of things they picked up (Hosea has issues with giving up the items they've collected); they also turn Collecting into a date and often will dress up more for this role than the others * (I need to write a chapter though of that dating!)

Hosea's favourite horse is his Turkoman stallion, Silver Dollar, but he has a bit of a fondness for Morgans, Standardbreds (particularly buckskin) and Belgian Drafts and will steal one if given the opportunity

Dutch's favourite is either Legend the dun Mustang mare, or Sienna the black Kladruber mare, or (sorry The Count but you're so little :D) or Winner Bells the black Standardbred mare who is a bit overprotective and known to kick friendly folk (and not so friendly folk)

Whenever Hosea is really angry at Dutch (which doesn't happen too often and when he does he doesn't stay mad at him for long); Dutch gives him a wide berth (might be canon?), he's which is so difficult because he's clingy and needy but will not cross that invisible barrier (I want to write a chapter on this but trying to think of something that would create this scenario; there will be of course a cavity-inducing reunion)

Dutch loves kissing Hosea in public; doesn't matter if it's in Smith's Saloon or wherever he'll just give that old man a big ol smooch on the lips (Hosea secretly loves it though he'll at times act embarrassed but doesn't exactly push away from it) *

Dutch is big into using the star/sun/moon as directional compasses; but doesn't always follow a waypoint; it seems to be in his coding but in my head he's just pigheaded about them and views them as a mere suggestion, which has gotten him, Hosea and his boys into trouble *

Hosea is sometimes exasperated by his husband's neediness and clinginess and needs to reassure him when he does need to get some breathing space; he respects this and will go off on little misadventures with their sons or on his own, often winding up in some sort of trouble, often Valentine with his study subjects and buddies (I often don't bring Hosea around big groups of people esp in Valentine because of the potential of an incident but I have a feeling he's fine with that), but always comes back and gives that idiot a big ol cuddle when he comes back

Hosea CANNOT resist his husband's little gestures of appeasement; a hand squeeze, a kiss of his hand, tugging at his curls, and . . . Puppy eyes, which he weaponizes *

Hosea loves it when Dutch grabs his ass but always 'shoos' him and acts annoyed

Dutch can't get enough ass grab and will pout if he doesn't get another squeeze

Nose boops are a daily occurrence, including nose-to-boops which sometimes occasionally result in a bloody nose but are a bit safer than forehead boops which have more than occasion left Hosea seeing stars

They really do do it on Fridays, for the most part (I keep them too busy to have too much intimate time, my bad)

'Sea doesn't go on every bounty hunt (he takes this time to Collector inventory, general inventory, get some personal space (difficult to obtain at times) and other odds and ends) but does go on every Collector, Trading and Moonshine run

The boys don't visit Harriet often because someone not name Hosea keeps getting sprayed by her

Both will gift each other with random, sometimes useless things; like I don't think Hosea really needs a donkey but Dutch will get him one anyway for a laugh and Hose would so say he doesn't need three asses (;D) (meaningful gifts are given aplenty too)

Dutch doesn't like to be violent against other people's kids (NPCs that comment on his appearance though . . . ) even when they bully him because he doesn't want to disrupt his relation with these strange characters; he's honestly too friendly with them and he'll tip his hat to the ladies and blow kisses to the guys (fuelling jealousy in Hosea)

One of those useless things? 'Sea has ordered an expensive mirror from France (that isn't too practical out on the range but there you go) because he gets a kick out of watching his hubby check himself out and then acting like he wasn't checking himself out in the mirror)

Hosea has a dry sense of humour *

Dutch will laugh at his own jokes

They both will feed each other bits of food on a fork

Dutch is the one who usually spoons Hosea but 'Sea will also spoon him to shake things up

Nicknames? Hosea nicknames Dutch his Beautiful Idiot, the Mustached idiot (and just idiot), Babygirl, Duchess; Dutch calls Hosea 'Sea in addition to Old Girl * (he also calls him Silver Fox but have yet to include that in my fic; I'm thinking of more nicknames for him too!)

Dutch despises rain but Hosea will take this time to wait it out with him and often plays with hair and writes in his journal during these moments

Both are rather useless at the cowboy thing; one gets dragged through the mud, and the other will go on a slaughter spree for being bumped. Cripps will now and then put them up at a local hotel to give them some more privacy (and to spare him hearing things)

They are of course both deeply affectionate towards each other; kisses, hugs, cuddles, and touches aplenty are given to each other (they touch each other a lot in my story but I want to go deeper into what touch and where affects them both; for examples touches to the vulnerable regions symbolize trust)

[shoah-cowboah]

Gaggle of Gossipers

Summary: Karen takes a moment to initiate some interesting conversation about the finer points of Arthur Morgan. It's primarily for the benefit of spurring Sadie Adler into action, but also because she, Tilly, and Mary-Beth can all appreciate one fine-looking cowboy.

Word Count: 2k+

  “Girls, that right there’s a real man,” Karen pointed out to them, getting their attention successfully as both Tilly and Mary-Beth turned to see precisely who she was referring to in such a complimentary tone.

  The three of them were in their usual spots that Grimshaw put them to working in. Today had been a slow day as far as gossiping and conversation went. However, as per usual, Karen did not have any problem finding something for the three of them to discuss. Whether or not it was entirely appropriate or not was an entirely different matter indeed.

  To their mild surprise, Arthur seemed to be the only one that she could have been discussing in such a manner. He had just gotten back to camp and was brushing his horse, talking to her as he worked.

  “I’ll second that,” Mary-Beth was quick to agree, never one to hesitate when it came to making positive comments about Arthur.

  Tilly, however, kept her eyes on Karen, catching the conspiratorial expression on Karen’s face as the blonde shot a subtle glance in Sadie’s direction where she was fixing up her saddle.

  Catching the general direction where Karen was heading with this one, Tilly shook her head with a slight grin.

  “Me, too,” she went along with Karen’s scheme. She made sure to keep an eye on the resident widow to see what her reaction would be.

  To her amusement, Sadie did actually look up at them, her quick, surprisingly intelligent eyes dashing briefly between the girls and the direction that they seemed to be looking as she apparently spotted Arthur. Sadie’s gaze lingered on him, but she did not say a word as she looked back down at her saddle, obviously listening in on their conversation at this point but not choosing to actually participate.

  Tilly was not entirely participating for the sake of messing with Sadie or spurring her into some manner of action. She had always had a slight crush on Arthur, but she also knew precisely where their relationship was. She loved him deeply as some manner of family and friend, and with that, she wished him happiness regardless of where he found it.

  Mary-Beth, on the other hand, was not participating for any such reason. She had no idea of the scheme Karen was concocting and she figured that they were admiring Arthur as they would any other day. It was not an uncommon subject in the least to discuss the appeal of the menfolk around camp, and Arthur was the prized catch when it came to those sorts of debates. Especially in Mary-Beth’s eyes.

  Karen had started this primarily for the sake of kicking Sadie into gear, but she did also like to admire Arthur anyway. He was the best man in camp by far at least where the ladies were concerned.

  “I mean, look at him. Any girl’d be lucky to get a chance at that feller,” Karen declared, and Tilly huffed slightly as she caught the slight tick of Sadie’s gaze as she glanced at Karen.

  “He’s so dreamy… Always so thoughtful, bringing everybody anything they need. He brought me a really pretty pen back at Horseshoe Overlook,” Mary-Beth mused, sounding positively entranced and infatuated. Tilly could not help the barest of huffs as she spoke up with her own contribution.

  “He got me a new necklace just the other day,” Tilly pointed out, and she noticed the slight furrow of Sadie’s brow as she clenched her jaw slightly, glancing up at them again.

  “Look, I ain’t even talking about just his personality. Just look at the man. He’s ‘bout as fine-looking as it gets,” Karen expressed aloud, not bothering to hold back since he was not in their vicinity and could not hear them.

  “I know… He’s the kind of guy in those pretty books with the strapping hero and his little lady,” Mary-Beth

  “I don��t know so much about bein’ somebody’s little lady, but I’d be his,” Karen replied, and Mary-Beth nodded wholeheartedly, completely on-board with that notion.

  “Y’know, he’s the main character in all my writings,” Mary-Beth lowered her voice a little to make sure no one else outside of their little group heard, and Karen gasped at her with a wide grin, straightening in her seat. Mary-Beth withdrew a little, grinning widely and sheepishly.

  “Mary-Beth Gaskill!” Karen declared as if it were terribly scandalous. However, the thought of Arthur ever finding out certainly was scandalous at the very least.

  “I can’t help it! He’s… He’s art,” she stated, that dream-filled head of hers coming out with more things that Tilly did not exactly understand the technicalities of given her practical nature. Tilly smiled a little as Karen chuckled wickedly.

  “Can I read them sometime?” Karen questioned shortly after that, and Mary-Beth blushed heavily as soon as she asked her question. Karen almost giggled, and Tilly could not help but laugh along. She took another look at Mrs. Adler, curious as to how she was doing with all this right about now.

  Sadie was now watching them underneath her hat, her gaze centered primarily on Karen and Mary-Beth due to their more consistent chatter on the subject. Her head was angled down so that no one would really notice her watching, but Tilly could see her very clearly boring holes in their heads.

  Now Tilly was not necessarily afraid of Sadie, but she certainly did not want to push her too far, so at the next convenient moment that she saw Grimshaw, she pointed it out to the girls in an attempt to distract them.

  “I think she’s looking at us,” Tilly warned them. Karen just grumbled, turning her head to slowly cut her eyes in Grimshaw’s general direction. It was reminiscent of the larger alligators that Tilly had seen in their lazy yet ornery ways that they had when people passed by on horses.

  “Well, if she keeps looking, I’ll just stab her eyes out,” Karen announced.

  “Karen!” Mary-Beth giggled in spite of herself, momentarily distracted from the Arthur situation.

  “What?! If you had the chance, don’t tell me you wouldn’t stick it to the old bag,” Karen told her, but Tilly noticed how she lowered her voice just slightly in the midst of her rebellious statement. Tilly just raised an eyebrow.

  “Now, if you’re gonna do her in, you’d be wise to stick with the method I was going with.”

  “What’s that?” Karen asked, and Tilly shrugged.

  “Poison. It’s subtle and it works fast,” Tilly informed her.

  Sadie scoffed a little, some sound close to a laugh leaving her despite her apparent efforts to remain uninvolved. Tilly just smiled at her a little, attempting to encourage her to join in the discussion but Sadie did not look up. It seemed that her overall interest in the conversation was significantly reduced since Arthur was not the subject matter any longer.

  “Tilly!” Mary-Beth whisper-yelled in shock again, unable to help her laughter, and Tilly grinned a bit in spite of herself.

  “Well, how would you do it, Miss Gaskill?” Karen inquired, putting on a poor attempt at making fun of Grimshaw’s voice when she generally addressed Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth just huffed, shrugging as she looked down at her sewing idly.

  “I don’t know… I don’t suppose I really wanna kill her or nothing. She’s just… She could use something to soften her up a little.”

  “What? Like a man?” Karen questioned, and Tilly looked between the both of them.

  “That’d work,” Mary-Beth conceded, and Karen just scoffed as Tilly looked at her as if she had lost her mind a little.

  “Which one of these poor boys are you gonna force to put up with that woman?” Tilly asked, looking at Mary-Beth.

  Mary-Beth started to reply, but they all stopped as they spotted Arthur not too far off picking up a bale of hay. They were all silent as they watched him, his forearms flexing with the lift as he took hold of the strings around the bale. Mary-Beth’s jaw went a little slack, and Tilly just watched, not taking her eyes off of him. Karen did not utter a word, but her eyes were certainly expressing some manner of message.

  As he passed, he happened to glance in their direction. They all tried to force some semblance of normal to attempt to cover up the fact that they were all staring at him. He offered them a small smile, nodding to them since he could not tip his hat at the moment, and he headed around the wagon out of their line of sight.

  As soon as he was not in earshot or did not seem to be, Karen let out an appreciative whistle.

  “Mm, mm, mm, that man’s fine,” Karen commented, and Mary-Beth sighed wistfully, trying to find some way to look around the wagon and catch sight of him again despite the fact that it was basically impossible given her position at the moment. Tilly raised her eyebrows, humming agreement with Karen.

  Tilly glanced in Sadie’s direction to see if she was looking at them again. As she had suspected, Sadie was once again invested. However, it seemed that her gaze was warring between subtly glaring at the three of them and staring at Arthur as she seemed to do some silent appreciating of her own.

  “You see them arms?” Karen commented, fanning herself a little for dramatic effect.

  “I’m pretty sure that’s what we were all lookin’ at, Karen,” Tilly replied, trying not to reply too much given the fact that she was honestly not sure what Sadie might do in the near future. However, she was attempting to feign some amount of normality despite the fact that she saw Karen stealing frequent glances at her primary target in this whole ordeal.

  One could definitely say that Karen was most certainly not afraid of poking the bear. Of course, one never argued that Karen had a whole lot of good sense when it came to knowing when not to pick a fight.

  “Yeah… It’s one of my favorite things about him apart from his eyes. They’re just so full of life and… wonder,” Mary-Beth gushed, and Karen just scoffed dismissively at her as she stole a subtle glance at Karen. The slightest smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, and Tilly sighed deeply, taking another look at Mrs. Adler.

  “Now, we were talking about the finer aspects of his physique, not all that book-writing nonsense. Like when he unbuttons the top part of his collar…”

  Sadie scoffed once more as she had earlier when she had offered her halfhearted contribution to their conversation. She looked at them, leaning over her saddle as she stared at Karen.

  “Ain’t you sweet on Sean?” Sadie came right out and said it, quite obviously trying to challenge the other woman and get her off the subject of Arthur.

  Karen took the bait at least partially, instantly on the defense despite the fact that she had aimed to get some manner of reaction out of the other blonde.

  “What?!”

  “Why don’t we discuss the finer points of Mr. MacGuire?” Sadie pushed further, watching Karen keenly, and Karen raised an eyebrow. Sadie did not appear fazed in the least outwardly, but Tilly could see Sadie shift slightly as Karen changed her demeanor altogether.

  “Well, now, Mrs. Adler, you sure do seem awful concerned all of a sudden about Sean when we were clearly talking about Arthur. Sounds almost like I struck a nerve or somethin’.”

  “Naw, you ain’t struck no nerve, but I figured you might want to remember that Sean MacGuire’s your man,” Sadie replied, looking far too pleased with herself as she looked back down at her saddle and started to pick it up to go back to Bob with it.

  Karen narrowed her eyes, starting to question what she thought she was doing running off so fast when she was suddenly interrupted.

  “Oi! What’d she say?!” the aforementioned Irishman spoke up quickly and excitedly from not too far off, and it was quickly apparent why exactly that Sadie had seemed so victorious.

  Karen groaned deeply, and Tilly could not help but laugh with Mary-Beth, enjoying the fact that Karen was now on the hook with the enthusiastic young man.

  Mrs. Adler’s complicated relationship with Arthur might not have been any of Tilly and Karen’s business, but it sure was fun making it their business.

  If only poor old Mary-Beth could wake up and smell the coffee…

[wackywriterwhowriteswhenever]

Hey y'all!

Here I am with a new story that's for a completely different fandom than the ones I've written for! This is my first ever Red Dead Redemption fanfic, and I'm mildly terrified at the idea of sharing it with the world!

This story has lived in my head for about two years now. When I've played Red Dead Redemption II the past few years, the basic idea for this story started kicking around in my head. I recently played through the game again and I'm currently playing the first game and decided to write it.

The basic premise of this story involves Charles Smith and Sadie Adler being brought into the 1911 and 1914 timeline of the first game.

Enjoy!

[roamingtigress]

I love it when people consider the horses on fanfics. Nice read here, folks!

ookaaayyyy silver dollar fic snippet under cut 👇

When he sees the horse, John feels his face blanch. 

At first, he thinks he's seeing ghosts again. He asks the stablehand about the silver Turkoman and only gets vague answers. He wasn’t there when they acquired the stallion. Yes, he seems to be old and well-lived, though it’s hard to say. He’s usually quiet, but he can be stubborn as an ox.

It's when John looks into the horse's eye that he knows. Silver Dollar snorts, and moves restlessly behind the fence. Without thinking, John reaches into his satchel for his money.

That Blackwater money.

"Like I said, he's usually quiet; dunno why he's acting crazy around you, mister," the stablehand babbles. "You don't partake in the eating of horse flesh, do you? Horses can feel this sort of thing."

"No, no."

The man seems unconvinced by John's blank stare, but he takes the money and goes about preparing the horse.

***

John's hand hovers over his satchel where Arthur's journal is. He wonders if he'll keep roaming the land and finish what Arthur started until the last page of his journal is filled with words and sketches; wonders if that will set him free. Yet, as he looks up to Silver Dollar once his reins fall into John's hand, he feels as if he's staring directly into the past.

John doesn't allow himself to think about the past. He rides, he runs, and he shoots when he has to, when he has no other choice. 

Right now, he's leading the past by the reins into the orange glow of a New Austin sunset.

[lonewolflupe]

I thought it would be fun to write a little bit about myself, so come over and get to know me! (As far as I know myself because I didn't come with a manual so I'm still figuring myself out..) If you have any more questions, feel absolutely free to ask them!

Expect a karkload of ramblings below the cut, this turned out so much longer than I intended I am so sorry, no one is probably going to read this but I'm just leaving this here anyway because I don't really have people to share my ramblings with

PERSONAL

My name's Julie (she/her)

Lupe is actually my OCs name, but I adopted it as a nickname here on Tumblr when I first started posting and I kinda stuck with it

Quickly approaching my 30s help

I'm from the Netherlands 🇳🇱 so my first language is Dutch

That obviously means English isn't my first language, so please excuse any errors in my writing

I am Dutch, therefore I love cheese 🧀 (like Gouda, NOT cheddar)

I am an archaeologist! I've been a history nerd all my life

I work in a museum (obviously one with a history collection)

My #1 all-time favourite animals are wolves

In RL, I am super introverted and people scare the kark out of me

I never got any diagnosises, but I'm pretty sure I'm neurodivergent

I prefer the internet over meeting people IRL, because I feel way more comfortable to be myself and ramble about the things I love online than IRL

I tend to switch between my several hyperfixations from time to time, but I really hope to stick around the Star Wars fandom for a long time <3

HOBBIES

Star Wars obviously ahahahaha what are you doing here otherwise?

Drawing, writing, photography, gaming, history, nature, collecting, listening to music

Drawing: has always been one of my favourite pastime activities. I used to draw wolves almost non-stop, until life happened I guess? I only recently picked up drawing again. Drawing humans is a struggle, but it's so much fun practicing with clones <3

Drawing: I'm currently drawing with my ergonomically irresponsible mouse in Photoshop CS6 (I've been using the same software for over 10 years now and I am too afraid to switch to something newer)

Writing: I used to write stories about wolves (shocker) but same as with drawing, life happened. Until I recently picked up writing again! I started writing fanfiction for the first time when I started posting on Tumblr around June 2024

Writing: publishing a book has been on my bucketlist for a long time but I'm not sure that's ever going to happen, so let's keep it with fanfiction for now (which I am REALLY enjoying)

Gaming: I prefer gaming on my PlayStation 3 and 4, but I occasionally play PC and Nintendo Switch games. I mostly play single-player games. Assassin's Creed got me into gaming and is still my favourite series. I also really enjoy The Witcher III, Red Dead Redemption I + II, LA Noire and Far Cry Primal. And others, obviously

Gaming: I play Pokémon GO! If you're a player as well, shoot me your friend code and I'll add you (:

Music: I'm a metalhead; metal is my favourite genre! But I also like (hard) rock and (folk) punk. My favourite metal subgenres are power metal and folk metal. But I can listen to movie/game soundtracks for weeks as well!

Music: Rammstein got me into the heavier stuff and is still an all-time favourite. I was a die-hard Volbeat fan for years, but I haven't felt drawn to their latest releases. My current favourite band is definitely Powerwolf (more wolves lol)! Other favourites are (among many others) Sabaton, Amon Amarth, Slipknot, Nightwish, Within Temptation, Dropkick Murphys, Flogging Molly, The Real McKenzies, Heilung, Wardruna, Eluveitie, and some amazing older stuff like Alice Cooper, Pink Floyd and E.L.O.

STAR WARS

This is where the fun begins

I've been a Star Wars fan for as long as I can remember

My brother and me used to watch the OT and Ep I on VHS when we were kids and were lucky enough to see Ep II and III in cinemas

I missed watching EP I in cinemas this May (due to its 25th anniversary) because I was moving homes during that time and I am still crying about that, see you in 5 years I guess

What I like about the Prequels: everything? Obviously the clones ahahaha. But kinda everything. The setting, the plot, the characters, the tragedy. I know there's a lot of hate on the writing, but I grew up with them and I think they're awesome. Definitely not perfect, but (and please don't hate me) I would choose the Prequels over the OT anytime. Also the meme material coming from this?? Legendary.

What I like about the OT: the story and the characters! It felt less complicated back then, more about good and evil (there's a lot of grey area now, which is obviously more realistic; but as a kid growing up with the movies, good vs evil was less complicated)

What I like about the Sequels: BB-8, porgs, and the Somehow Palpatine Returns-meme, that's it. Maybe Poe Dameron, but that's probably because it's Oscar Isaac.

I also VERY MUCH like Rogue One; what a wonderful and sad story. I won't shut up about how much I love how this story blends into Ep IV/the OT; I think this was so well done, I- aaaaaaah I love it

What I like about the animated shows: CLONES. Clonesclonesclones. And Ahsoka. And a lot more, but at this time, the clone brainrot is real. I actually really like how some things are further explained in the animated shows (I think they're a real addition to the movies/story). And the angst and the tragedy, ugh my heart. Also the animation style of course! And clones, did I mention the clones?

Favourite characters (non-clones): Ahsoka Tano, Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi (prequel era), Plo Koon, Aayla Secura, probably Darth Maul too, Jyn Erso

Favourite clones: Hunter (he started it), Fives (I cannot put into words how much I love and feel for this man I just need to wrap my arms around him and tell him it's alright and that he and the clones deserve so much better and that I'm there to listen to him and it's going to be okay I'm going to make all his problems go away and also some adult stuff I'm not going to write here), Echo (my beloved), Wolffe (awooooooo), Cody (good man that Cody), Rex (obviously), Fox (you matter but please stop drinking caf and get some sleep), Vaughn (my love, my heart, my soul; I would die for you) (> I get obsessed over a different clone pretty often but it's safe to say I love all clones)

Favourite droids: R2-D2, Chopper, BB-8, Gonky, K-2SO, (also BD-1 is super cute), the droids helping out Ahsoka during Shattered/Victory and Death (R7-A7, CH-33P, RG-G1), mouse droids, (I haven't played Outlaws yet but I have normal feelings about ND-5)

Favourite animals: loth wolf (duh), tooka, massiff, varactyl, acklay

I used to collect Star Wars LEGO and Hasbro and I would love to put those on a shelf/into a cabinet one day

I would love to go to some sort of fan con one day but I'm afraid I won't survive all the stimuli/amount of people there

I did visit the Star Wars Exhibition in Brussels somewhere in the late 2000s/early 2010s; it was kriffing majestic

I used to play Star Wars Battlefront II (2005) with my brother all the time. We played it so much the disc got damaged by the PlayStation 2 itself and obviously we bought it again to keep playing

I played Jedi: Fallen Order (2019) and it was awesome! I really need to replay it so I can play Jedi: Survivor (2023) afterwards (haven't played it yet, I need to get myself a PlayStation 5 first, RIP)

Since we're talking about PlayStation 5, I'm dying to play Outlaws (2024) help (I need to know what is happening between Kay and ND-5??)

I really want to play Republic Commando (2005) (I even have a PS4 copy laying around) but haven't found the time yet

LASTLY

So one of my other hyperfixations is Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002), the 2D-animated movie by DreamWorks. (I know, I'm super weird; I'm a metalhead switching between Star Wars and an animated movie about horses (and some other hyperfixations but let's not go there).) I even created a fansite, if anyone's interested (which has still lots of WIP-pages I'm sorry I'm into Star Wars at the moment)

Alright that was a lot of super random information no one asked about. If you've come this far, holy kark my utmost respect to you, please leave a comment so I can send over some cookies because you kriffing deserved them?? I might consider writing a ficlet for you.

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[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

ISO your top Whump recs!

You read that right. I'm looking to expand my reader's palette (and add to my TBR) and what better way to find good recommendations than asking our whump community?

I'm mostly interested in your top whump fanfiction recommendations (fandom doesn't matter, though I will show significant interest in anything Batman, Marvel, Halo, Call of Duty, RDR2, LOTR, Resident Evil, or Detroit: Become Human), but I will also add any TV shows, movies, comics, or books to my list!

Even if you come across this post years from now, don't hesitate to reblog, tag, or comment your recs <3

I can't ask without giving you something in return, though, so here's a list of my top whump recs for you to add to your lists as well <3

"Stubborn Bastard" by AndThenWeWillBeOkay (Halo: Reach)

Someone That Hates To See Me Go by AutumnHobbit (Batman)

Fractures by EvieNyx (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

God Knows I Tried by Arwriter (Red Dead Redemption II)

Pain is Just Pain Entering the Body by Femme_Morte (Batman)

You Won't Sleep When You're Dead Either by Femme_Morte (Batman)

Take Two by Lulu_Rhythm (Batman)

Animus Infectus by A_Canceled_Stamp (Batman)

outrunning karma (whumptober '22) by mikkal (Batman) (Collection)

White Lighters / Afterglow by lurkinglurkerwholurks (Batman)

The MurderBot Diaries by Martha Wells (Sci-Fi book series)

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What can you expect on my page, dear reader:

"LET'S TALK" Series:

●RED DEAD REDEMPTION II

Dutch, what the hell?

Oh "sweet, dear" Mary...

●HOGWARTS LEGACY

Restrooms? Slytherin could dream

Least favourite Sallow

Ominis with a woman

●LIFE IS STRANGE

Chloe Price is so realistically written

"HOGWARTS LEGACY" Series

Quick shot - laugh with me.

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My OC's:

Edwart Thompson HUFFLEPUFF

Evelynn Blair SLYTHERIN

Mathillda Ross GRYFFINDOR

Kacey Morgan (Me as an OC:) RAVENCLAW

Character Charts:

Mine (with memes)

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FANFICTION:

"Kind For You''

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(If there will be more, I'll make a separate post)

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Fandoms and Fanfiction Masterlist

My main fandoms - ones that I've written / am planning to write / in the process of writing fics for:

MCU

Mass Effect

Baldur's Gate III

Haikyuu

Cyberpunk 2077

Other fandoms that I'm obsessed with:

911

Hades

Red Dead Redemption II

Dragon Age

Good Omens

Either way, I'm more than happy to fangirl with you about any of them

My Fics

Mass Effect

Everyone One Can See It (The Heart on Your Sleeve) - Mshenko, M, in-canon/post ME3

Because Darling, This is More than Anything I've Felt Before - Mshenko, E, in-canon/post ME3

Wherever You Go, There You are - Mshenko, E, post ME3

The Stars and Infinity on High - Mshenko, E, modern AU, tattoo parlour/flower shop AU

MCU

The Space Between Hell and Heaven - Stony, E, angel/demon AU

What's Left of Us - Stony, E, post Infinity War

When You Look Me in the Eyes - Stony, E, firefighter/police AU

See you Again - Stony, T, post Endgame

Protecting What's Mine - Stony, E, werewolf/vampire AU

For What Good is a Man - Stony, E, established relationship

Haikyuu

All is Fair in Love and War - Daisuga, E, greek mythology/demigod au

[desired-misery]

DESIRED MISERY'S FANFICTIONS PT 02

RED DEAD REDEPTION II "It's Deeper Than Your Bones; It's Woven in Your Soul" Series | Abandoned*** Canon Divergence // Supernatural Elements // Monster! Arthur Morgan Some people have some magic in their blood. Arthur Morgan had more than just a little-- but no one knew what is coursing through his veins. There ain't another man like him. If he is a man at all.

Dead Man's Voice | Oneshot, Complete Young Arthur Morgan // Implied/Referenced Child Abuse // Angst Arthur Morgan's first serious run-in with the law. Lyle Morgan hangs, but not without a final curse directed at his son.

Hidden Hunger | 3k, Complete Found Family // Father-Son Relationship // Young Arthur Morgan // Emotional Hurt/Comfort // Implied/Referenced Child Abuse There is a reason the boy is so skinny. Dutch and Hosea's first hint that Arthur Morgan isn't like the rest of them.

Fit For Hell | 10k, Abandoned*** Angst with a Happy Ending // Found Family // Real Redemption // Original/Alternative Mythology // Van der Linde Gang Red Dead Redemption II if Arthur isn't just a man and all the problems that come with that.

***Abandoned, decided to not use personal worldbuilding/lore on fanfic so this series is not getting any new works.

[geeky-introvert]

10 Tags / 10 Characters

Thanks @melodymunson for the tag ❤️ 10 characters I love!

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Garrus Vakarian - Mass Effect

Starscream - Transformers

Arthur Morgan - Red Dead Redemption II

Loki - Marvel

Wanda Maximoff - Marvel

Ivar the Boneless - Vikings

Drift - Transformers

Hvitserk - Vikings

Kratos - God of War

Tagging: @waiting4inspiration @lordsexmachine @youbloodymadgenius @supernaturalvikingwhore @robot-horde @peaceisadirtyword @corrodedbisexual @drogons @yes-i-write-fanfiction @honestsycrets

[roamingtigress]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games), Red Dead Online Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde Characters: Hosea Matthews, Dutch van der Linde, JB Cripps, Arthur Morgan, Harriet Davenport, Madam Nazar (Red Dead Redemption), John Marston, Sadie Adler, Uncle, Sean MacGuire Additional Tags: Video Game: Red Dead Online (2019), Cuddling & Snuggling, Tickling, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, POV First Person, Kissing, Belly Rubs, Family Bonding, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cowboys & Cowgirls, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Sub Dutch van der Linde, Dom Hosea Matthews, Good Parent Hosea Matthews, Good Parent Dutch van der Linde, Cowboy Hats, Fourth Wall Summary:

Set in the world of Red Dead Online, the curious couple (and their unruly child and that other kid), are not doomed by the narrative, but that doesn't mean shenanigans aren't bound to happen! Based on the adventures that I've encountered with playing Dutch Online (that I blog on my Tumblr account @ https://www.tumblr.com/roamingtigress) and told from Hosea's POV, in the present tense.

(I do not have a theory set in stone as to why they are there, and they don't know either and are living in the moment, so I'm leaving it up to the viewers!)

[shoah-cowboah]

Dandelions

Summary: When Tilly, Karen, and Mary-Beth notice Sadie wearing dandelions in her hat, they naturally have their own ideas about why. Karen just happens to have one that heavily involves one Arthur Morgan...

Word Count: 1.9k+

A/N: I posted most of my RDR2 stuff originally on my main blog, so I might just either reblog it or repost it here. But here’s the official first fanfic that I’m posting on this one 😂💖 Hopefully y’all enjoy! This ship is one of my favorites 💗💗💗

  It had started off as a fairly ordinary late morning. The girls were working on their usual tasks that Grimshaw had put them to, the three of them enjoying comfortable silence and talking as various thoughts occurred to them.

  However, their late morning had quickly gotten quite the kick to it when Tilly happened to take a small break from the washing and took the time to actually look at the resident widow.

  “Would you look at Mrs. Adler,” Tilly trailed off, surprise in her gaze as she took in the sight of the fiery blonde not too far off from them. Mary-Beth leaned forward to get a better look over her sewing and Karen leaned back a little as she tilted her head.

  There standing near the campfire was Sadie Adler wearing the very last thing that any of the girls thought she would ever be wearing.

  In the strings wrapped around the outside of her hat, three golden dandelions were delicately tucked. The three of them stared in shock as they took in the sight of the honestly quite feral woman with something as tame and gentle as flowers in her hat.

  “What in the…”

  “What’s she wearing flowers for?” Mary-Beth questioned, a note of bewilderment clear in her voice. However, her voice only reflected the feelings shared between the three of them together.

  There was a collective moment of silence between them as they all contemplated this development for a few minutes.

  “Where you reckon she got them from?” Tilly mused, and Karen shrugged.

  “Well, they grow out yonder somewhere probably. I don’t take much time to stop and inspect them or nothing, but she probably could’ve got ‘em from over there at the tree line,” Karen gestured in the general direction of the area she was discussing.

  “Let’s ask Abigail. She’s closer with her anyways,” Karen decided for them, her voice carrying just a bit of a slur that told them that she had been drinking just enough to be slightly tipsy. She was quite obviously still in a primarily sober mind, but there was just enough inebriation to remove some inhibitions and most ideas of potential discretion.

  “Hey, Abigail!” Karen called, raising her voice unashamedly, and Tilly and Mary-Beth shared a glance that Karen fortunately seemed to miss. If she had not have, she surely would have already given them trouble about it given the somewhat dreading nature of the expressions on their faces.

  Abigail was grabbing a somewhat late-morning cup of coffee from by the fire when Karen yelled, and Abigail furrowed her brow, looking over at the group as she strode over.

  “Yeah?” Abigail simply replied, taking a sip from her coffee as she waited for Karen to speak.

  “Is Sadie getting flowers from Arthur?”

  Abigail choked a bit on her coffee, the surprise clearly written in her face as she gaped at Karen.

  Tilly and Mary-Beth looked at Karen with equally as much shock, not expecting Karen’s assumption in the least.

  “You didn’t say anything about Arthur!” Mary-Beth sputtered, her face slightly rosy and a definitive tone of jealousy written in the enunciation of her words.

  “Or someone getting them for her!” Tilly added on with her own tone of deep fascination and slight excitement. She liked to see Arthur happy, and the new thoughts that Karen had successfully brought to the table were indeed a point of great interest for her.

  “Why would you say a thing like that?!” Abigail demanded, her voice somewhat hushed as she lowered her coffee a little.

  “Well, she’s runnin’ around here with flowers in her hat, and the only way I figure she’d be wearing flowers were if someone gave ‘em to her,” Karen pointed out as she gestured in Sadie’s direction, subtlety officially thrown out the window.

  “But why would you think Arthur was the one who done it?” Mary-Beth whispered furiously, leaning in closer as she grew increasingly invested in this entire thing. Tilly glanced at the two of them before looking back at Abigail, curious if she had some sort of insight.

  Abigail turned to try to see Sadie.

  She soon spotted her getting her rifle ready for guard duty. As the woman turned around, she was soon able to see the flowers tucked in her hat. Abigail just stared as Sadie started across the clearing, heading out to the main pig trail that led to the camp.

  “Well, I’ll be,” Abigail trailed off, suddenly getting a smile on her face that was growing ridiculously wide far too quickly.

  Excitement was gripping her at the thought that maybe Sadie had found someone that could finally pull her from the grief and sadness that she had been suffering from. And perhaps even better, someone who could pull her from the deep fury and madness that raged beneath the surface and the feral twinge that was in her eyes.

  It also meant quite a bit to her to think that Arthur, the man who had been quite a good friend to her for all of this time and even to some extent family to her, was happy with Sadie. She, like Tilly, wanted to see him happy and she knew that Sadie was a far better woman for him than that Mary Gillis-Linton-whatever she was now.

  “Does Mrs. Adler look like the kind to you to go around picking flowers?” Karen asked, bringing the conversation back around to Mary-Beth’s prior statement, and Mary-Beth faltered momentarily as she contemplated.

  “Well, no, but she might…”

  “No, we know you would because you’re the type, but Mrs. Adler’s the kind to have both feet firmly planted on the ground,” Karen declared, a smirk on her face at this point as she watched Sadie disappearing in the trees.

  “Well, if it is Arthur, I think they’d make a mighty fine pair,” Tilly expressed, nodding resolutely as she made her decision about it.

  “But so soon after her husband passed?” Mary-Beth questioned, seeming troubled over this even still.

  “Love comes at the most unexpected of times, Mary-Beth,” Abigail informed her, quick to defend Sadie’s potential feelings for Arthur, and Mary-Beth sighed softly.

  Just as Karen was about to speak up again, Tilly spotted Grimshaw heading their way.

  “We better get back to work before she starts up again,” Tilly grumbled, returning to the washing as she tried to look busy. Mary-Beth and Karen followed suit, and Abigail leaned in toward them, still excited about the prospect of Sadie and Arthur.

  “I’m going to go ask John if he knows anything. He probably won’t, the silly man, but it won’t hurt to see. Him and Arthur’s gotten closer recently,” Abigail told them before hurrying off, scurrying in the direction that she had last seen him as she grinned widely.

  Fortunately, as Abigail left, Grimshaw settled for simply passing by with a dirty look thrown in their direction. It was an obvious warning and one that the group intended to heed as best as they could.

  However, as soon as she was gone, Tilly sighed deeply.

  “Well… if John doesn’t know, I suppose we might not ever find out the total truth behind it.”

  “One of those infamous camp mysteries,” Mary-Beth pointed out, and Karen huffed with a slight grin.

  “Kind of like Uncle’s real name,” Karen acknowledged, and Tilly wrinkled her nose as she looked at the other two girls, raising up a bit from where she was crouched down.

  “What is his real name anyway?”

  With that, they were successfully launched into a whole other discussion as they worked and speculated and giggled about their guesses.

  And for that moment, Sadie and Arthur were forgotten.

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       “Who’s that?!” Sadie called, allowing a growl to enter her voice as she heard the telltale thumping of a horse’s hooves trotting against the ground. It was likely one of the menfolk, but she could not take the chance, so she attempted to sound as unwelcoming as she could.

  “It’s Arthur!” a familiar voice called out, and Sadie instantly softened, the smallest hint of giddiness rising into her chest that she fought to keep at bay.

  “Good to have you back!” she called in reply, a warmth that she could not help slipping into her voice.

  He came into view, his beautiful white Arabian’s coat shimmering in the light coming down from between the leaves of the trees above them. There was a large deer strapped to the saddle and laying over the back of the horse with two turkeys tied to the side of her, and it was clear that he had gone out hunting.

  Sadie simply watched him carefully, noting how he slowed down as he drew close to her. He slid off of the horse as she came to a stop not too far from Sadie.

  Arthur meandered carefully and almost shyly until he paused before her. She lowered the gun comfortably at rest in her arms as she watched him, moving it so that the strap was around her shoulder.

  He reached into his satchel, his hat angled low as he looked down in a manner that was almost as if he were attempting to hide his face from her. Arthur then withdrew a group of dandelions from the soft leathery bag, proffering them to her as he looked at her just barely under his hat.

  “I, um… Found more of these when I was out. I knew you liked the last ones, and after you told me dandelions were your favorite, I just… wanted to get you more in case those others were wilting,” he stated as he stumbled a little over his words in an attempt to explain himself.

  Arthur was terribly endearing standing there with such a sheepish, boyish way about him as he tried to find some place to rest his other hand that was not holding the flowers. It was clear that he was terribly awkward as he tried to decide whether to loop his thumb around his gun belt or let his hand hang idly at his side.

  So, having mercy on him, Sadie took the flowers gently from him, her fingers rubbing against the callouses of his much larger hands that were somehow still gentle in their movements despite the roughness of their exteriors. She looked down at them, smiling a little as she looked at him carefully in an attempt to meet his eyes despite his somewhat shy gaze.

  “Thank you… It were… mighty sweet of you to think of me,” she replied to him, her voice uncharacteristically gentle in a manner that she did not think that she had left in her any longer. She could not help her smile as she looked at him.

  He lifted his head a little to look at her, those pretty blue-green eyes shining underneath the shadow casted by the brim of his hat.

  “‘Twas no problem, Mrs. Adler.”

  She made a disapproving noise instantly, scolding him softly, and he chuckled, dipping his head before looking back up at her with so much gentleness and fondness that it took her breath away a little.

  “Sadie,” he corrected himself, and she nodded, smirking as she lightly smacked his shoulder playfully and— dare she say it— somewhat flirtatiously.

  “And don’t forget it.”

  “Yes, boss,” he muttered, a definitive grin tugging at his lips.

  Arthur turned back to his horse and mounted her. As soon as he was in the saddle, he tipped his hat to Sadie respectfully, continuing toward camp to bring them the spoils of his hunting trip, and Sadie watched him go, admiring him wordlessly.

  She looked down at her flowers, grinning widely in spite of herself as she huffed and shook her head.

  Sadie was quickly beginning to think that he might be the best man she had known since her Jake.

[tres-spades-hotel]

For My 1000 Followers

Hi everyone! I know it’s been ages but I’ve been getting a surge of followers lately that I had to have a look at the number. I was super surprised so I’m here to say:

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS!!!!!!

*coughs* I’m an old lady …

I’m actually in my early twenties and have been pretty inactive in the Voltage/Kissed By The Baddest Bidder fandom for a few years now. Things got intense with my studies the past few years and I haven’t had much time for writing fanfiction as much as I wanted to. I even made a New Years Resolution last year to write more fanfics but that never happened.

I wanted to take a moment to discuss what’s gonna happen moving forward with this blog. When I first made it, I was at the peak of my obsession with Voltage Inc otome games and specifically, Eisuke Ichinomiya. I found Tumblr and realised it was a place to write fanfiction and fall in love with my favourite otome characters from games like KBTBB and Star Crossed Myth. Eventually, I was added to the Discord, Otome Fanatics, and became even more involved with the community, entering writing competitions, talking with likeminded people, getting to share in the love for the company and their amazing games.

Soon though, my studies were starting to catch up to me and I found myself having less time to write. Now, I’ve never been personal on this blog but I’m going to start today. My name is Olivia and I’m a postgraduate Creative Writing student who completed a Bachelors in Creative Writing. So, I’m pretty committed to my work as a writer. I wanted to make the best kind of writing that I could for these amazing characters that Voltage have fleshed out for us to play with. This does include drafting and editing like mad!

I still love Eisuke, he’s still my favourite character, but since the past couple of years, I’ve lost interest in the games, I hardly go on the app anymore. My interests have since moved onto characters from TV shows, movies, games, and book characters.

The one thing that I love the most is reading. My favourite genre is crime fiction and since April 2022, I became obsessed with Ian Rankin’s detective novel series, John Rebus. He’s a Scottish detective inspector who is always in trouble for something while trying to capture criminals all over Edinburgh. He’s a wonderful, morally grey character who gets put through the ringer more than once. I read the first book and was immediately hooked! I have collected the entire series plus some plays that Rebus stars in! I was able to read the entire series (24 books) in 8 months! I absolutely adore Rebus and plan to write fanfiction for him cause he’s amazing and my new husband! I highly recommend the series for anyone who likes crime fiction and Scotland.

My next obsession began at the end of December where I finally read American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis. I fell in love with Patrick Bateman, which has transcended into a complete maddening obsession with Christian Bale. I mean, what an actor! And he’s so handsome! I’ve currently watched over 20 of his movies, including, The Dark Knight Trilogy, Equilibrium, 3:10 to Yuma, The Pale Blue Eye and many more. I may plan to write for Bale characters in the future but that’s still unsure.

During the pandemic, during lockdown, I finally started watching House M.D in 2020 and fell in love with Hugh Laurie and his character, Gregory House. Again, I had an obsession for ages! Hugh Laurie is an amazing actor. I also fell in love with the TV show, Chicago Fire and Taylor Kinney.

Arthur Morgan from Red Dead Redemption II stole my heart in 2018 when the game came out. I have since bought the game on Steam and fell in love with his character. There may be some fanfics for him as well that I want to write and post!

I’m gonna start rebranding this blog into a place where I can dish out my love for all these characters and reposting much more. If you have book recommendations then I would love to know what they are! I mostly read crime fiction and realist and occasionally, sci-fi and fantasy and poetry.

Eisuke and Voltage will still be in my heart and I will continue to write for him and Leon (who I was also obsessed with for a long while – I guess I just love sadistic characters!) and I may end up posting book reviews or posts rambling on about how much I love Christian Bale. For those of you who have sent in requests for Eisuke, I do plan to write those and eventually I will post them.

I’m still very grateful for all those who have followed me and have been here since the start of this blog. I know its been very quiet but hopefully that will change this year in 2023.

[yagirlpurplefox12]

Masterlist (As Of Now)

Harry Potter World

Dumbledore x Reader - Imagine: Being a Muggle born student and having a crush on Professor Dumbledore (Part 1) (Male Reader) - Imagine: Professor Dumbledore reciprocating your love (Part 2) (MaleReader) Hogwarts Legacy x Reader - Imagine: Sparing Victor Rookwood’s Life Part One (Male Reader MC x Victor Rookwood) (Male Reader)

2. Johnny Knoxville because he's beautiful lol!

- Imagine: Being in Love with Clay Barber...and Him Feeling the Same (Gender Neutral Reader) - Imagine: Scrad & Charlie having a mad crush on you, a human... (Gender Neutral Reader) - Imagine: Being Yound and Crushing On Luke Duke (Female Reader)

3. The Gray Man (Becuase Ryan Gosling and Chris Evans are eye candy

- Imagine: Being Best Friends w/Lloyd Hansen (Male Reader) - Baby Girl (The Gray Man x Female Reader) (Female Reader)

4. X-Men/Avengers

- Logan’s Firecracker (Logan x Female Reader)

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Future Wroks:

~ Naruto

~ True Blood

~ Task 141 (COD MW)

~ Red Dead Redemption II

AND SO MUCH MORE!!!!!!

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Don't worry ya'll more will be coming out and don't be afraid to ask me for a request. Just be afraid for how long it will take me to post it haha!!!

Right now I'm thinking of writing a male reader and female reader story with Task Force 141, they will drastically be different stories. Think is I want to play MW before writing it so I can understand the characters more than the fanfictions I've been reading.

[majesty-madness]

Commissions?!

So I know that this is way out of the blue, but this is something that I've been wanting to try for a long time. I figured it might be time to take some big steps for the future, and this is what came to mind. This would also help me out financially since I recently moved into a new place. 

Anyway, I’ll try to be as thorough as I can without boring you. And of course, if you have any questions please message me. 

To start with, I’ll still be writing my own personal stories but it may be in between commissions or after a determined commission period depending on how many commissions I get.

Then there’s the kind of services I provide. How I’ve broken it down is I write fanfics and original stories, this includes: blurbs, drabbles, and one-shots. That applies to original stories as well, however if you are wanting a series that will have to be something that you and I discuss to see if it’s plausible for me. 

Also, I not only write stories but I can offer some editing services as well. Take a look at the services down below, it’s explained more in depth there. 

Next, how I will take commissions and how they’ll be paid for. When it comes to asking for a story, It's pretty simple; private message me and we can talk about what it is you are looking for. On the pay side, I’ll be doing this through paypal. Now I’ll be honest, I had a bit of a hard time using paypal but I think it’s all set up. I’ll provide a link to it to my paypal and it’ll take you to a page where you can enter the amount of a commission, write what kind of commission you want, and it’ll send it along (again I’m not use to paypal, so let me know if there are any problems).

💮Commission Rates for Writing:

100 - 900+ words: $5

1000 - 1500 words: $10

1501 - 2000 words: $15

2001 - 2500 words: $20

2501 - 3000 words: $25

3001 - 3500 words: $30

And etc.

Here's my paypal

💮Services:

WRITING

Fanfiction

What fandoms I write for:  My Hero Academia Demon Slayer Naruto Haikyu! Spy x Family Jujutsu Kaisen Attack on Titan The Yakuza Guide to Babysitting Noragami 91 Days One Punch Man Detroit Become Human Red Dead Redemption II Marvel (mostly Bucky Barnes) PS4 Spider-Man COD: Modern Warfare I, II, and III Hogwarts Legacy Trigun Buddy Daddies The Apothecary Diaries Bungo Stray Dogs

EDITING

Test read - $5

Basically what it sounds like, I’ll read your writing and give some feedback on how I felt when reading it, what I liked, what didn’t make sense, and stuff of that nature as well as some spelling and possible grammatical errors.

Light editing - $10

This is where I’d give some basic ideas of what could be improved or anything that feels out of pace with the rest of the piece, etc. +grammatical / spelling

In depth editing - $15

This is where I’d convert your story into a pdf (if I can), and write my notes on the margins then send it back to you  after a thorough re-read.

MOODBOARDS

Coming Soon!

💮Rules:

“Do’s”

Some ships

Fluff

Angst

Nsfw (not for anonymous accounts)

Gore (varies)

Au’s

Platonic

If you want to know more, again: ask

“Don’ts” (I think these should be obvious)

Pedophilia

Incest / step-cest

Vore

Furries

Beastility

Rape / non-con

Scat

Yandere relationships

Nothing making fun of mental illnesses

*note: For nsfw stories; if you are paying for it, I will assume you are of age! You are responsible for your own decisions!

If you are not sure or are confused by the information above, do not hesitate to ask. I will try to explain it more thoroughly. Overall, I want this to be a pleasant experience for you if you are interested in any of the services I’ve provided.

So I don’t forget, if you don’t want to commission me consider reblogging this post. It would be much appreciated! 

Lastly, please understand that you do not have to commission me. I’m taking commissions to learn to make a living as an artist / writer. Since I was young, I’ve always wanted to make a living off of the things I loved to do and this is a step towards that. Any amount you are willing to give helps! And I figured if I could help some people out with the skills I’ve accumulated over the years then it’ll be worth it.

I want to thank you for taking the time to read through this all, and any of you who have supported me. I am truly grateful! 

Stay safe and take care of yourselves, I’ll see ya around!

[simwoman2002]

Oh, Sweetheart

Summary: After Arthur has a close run-in with some Lemoyne Raiders, Tilly takes care of his wounds. Flirtation, conversation of feelings, and much fluff ensue. Arthur Morgan x Tilly Jackson.

  “Arthur, I wish you’d be more careful with yourself,” Tilly fussed over the giant bear of a man sitting there before her. He chuckled a bit before grunting slightly when Tilly touched the whiskey-covered cloth to the somewhat deep wound on his arm.

  “Yes, I do know,” he grumbled in low tones, and Tilly shook her head.

  “Now what was it that you did?” she asked, despite already knowing the story. Arthur easily complied with her request without fight as she tended his wound there on his shoulder.

  He had apparently rode out of camp, aiming to go and do some hunting. Unfortunately, some of the Lemoyne Raiders were out and about and deemed it necessary to try to put a bullet in him. Arthur had not gone into much detail over this part of his journey, but essentially, Tilly understood that it must have been a rather close shave, quite literally given the wound on his forearm. A bullet had grazed him, and he came back to camp.

  It was then that Tilly Jackson hurried over to him, noticing the blood, and she had whisked him away before any of the other girls around camp even had the slightest of chances to do so themselves, much less even notice the wound.

  So assuredly, she did not truly need to listen to the story again to be able to understand all of the details. Truthfully, Tilly just wanted an excuse to hear his voice rumbling in that deep growl that made her heart stutter and her mind cloud up in a dreamy haze.

  “And that was when I came back here, was swept off my feet, and dragged up the stairs to be tortured in my own room,” Arthur deadpanned in his grand finishing statement, and Tilly just rolled her eyes, lightly smacking his uninjured arm.

  “Now, hush, you needed some medical attention, and you know it,” Tilly scolded, not meaning a word of it as she smiled softly. He chuckled under his breath.

   “I know, and I am grateful,” Arthur told her, and she knew he was being sincere about the entire thing. Tilly smiled slightly, binding his arm since she had cleaned the small gash.

  “Good,” Tilly nodded resolutely as she pulled a bit more sharply on the cloth than she had meant to.

  “Ah,” he made a light noise of pain in response. An apology was already on her lips, but he swiftly spoke before she could begin to voice it.

  “Is it too late to take the gratitude back?” Arthur questioned, and Tilly tried to keep from smiling as she made a face of mock offense.

  “Mister Morgan!”

  Arthur immediately laughed at her, and Tilly couldn’t help but giggle along as she put down the cloth.

  “I’m just sayin’! You tryin’ to torture a feller,” Arthur grinned, and Tilly just shook her head at him, leaning in closer with a big smile to match his.

  “I ain’t doin’ nothin’,” Tilly told him in a manner that was doubtlessly coming on to be very flirtatious. Of course, Tilly couldn’t seem to find it in herself to hold back. Not with how they had been playing this dangerous game for a long while now.

  “Well, I s’pose even if you were doin’ somethin’, I wouldn’t be able to complain, now, would I?” Arthur jested, lowering his voice a little and she just shook her head cheekily.

  Tilly looked down at him fondly, her heart aglow with warmth from their exchange. However, she soon found that she was much closer to him than she had ever been during this entire conversation. In fact, she was so close that she could see the small specks of green and gold in his eyes. She felt her heart skip a beat with her sudden very close look at him.

  Inevitably, after a long moment of this closeness where she was actually able to smell the tantalizingly musky scent of leather and snake oil on him— after all, this was not the first time that the two of them had experienced one of these moments— he pulled away. While Tilly ordinarily would have just let it go with a slight laugh, she allowed her disappointment and her slightly more irrational thoughts to take hold and control her tongue.

  “Why?” she asked, and Arthur looked at her, furrowing his brow in something between interest, worry, and confusion.

  “Huh?” he replied somewhat dumbly, and she clarified herself.

  “Why do you always do that?” Tilly questioned, allowing a bit of her sadness to slide into her tone. He still attempted to act as if he was not sure about what she was talking about, but she could tell by the way that his posture had slightly stiffened that he was indeed well-aware of the subject she was addressing.

  “I’m afraid I still don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m a dumb, pig-headed ol’ feller, after all,” Arthur chuckled, insulting himself in that manner in which he was so prone to do.

  “Why do you always pull away when we’re so close?”

  “Well, for starters, it just ain’t proper, an’ I don’t want you thinkin’ I’m getting’ fresh with you,” Arthur explained, and Tilly huffed slightly in exasperation.

  “Arthur, have you ever… maybe considered that I… Well, that I want you that close?” Tilly boldly asked, deciding to embrace that typical no-nonsense reputation that she had around camp. Or at least, the one that she was so often fondly accused of having.

  “Tilly, you don’t really know that you want that,” he laughed a bit, and Tilly looked at him disapprovingly.

  “I want that,” Tilly asserted defiantly, folding her arms over her chest as she took in Arthur’s uncertain yet sad expression.

  “Sweetheart, you don’t want me,” he told her in one of those usual defeated, self-deprecating tones with that familiar grimace of a smile that looked more like he was baring his teeth.

  “Arthur Morgan, I ain’t having none of that.”

  “I’m an old man. You’re a pretty, young thing. You don’t need some codger,” Arthur informed her, and Tilly felt a bit of anger rising in her chest as she grew more rebellious. She wanted Arthur, and the age difference between them was of little importance to her. In fact, it somehow worked to make him more attractive.

  “I don’t care about the fact that you’re older than me. That don’t matter. After all, you’re only about nine years my senior, right?”

  “More like twelve,” Arthur expressed, chuckling cynically, and Tilly shook her head.

  “That don’t make no difference. I still want you, Arthur,” Tilly expressed, and Arthur shook his head, lowering it before he slowly looked back up at her.

  “Tilly, I ain’t what you need---”

  “Do you want me?” Tilly asked, throwing herself out there. She waited with bated breath, knowing that now the moment of truth had finally come. She was about to know the truth.

  They had been dancing around one another for the longest time with slight flirtatious remarks here and there, and Tilly had been sweet on him for as long as she could remember. Of course, all of the girls at camp undeniably found him to be extremely attractive, but his eyes always seemed to linger when he looked at her and his smile seemed to be just a bit bigger whenever he would tip his hat and gaze at her underneath that worn, torn hat of his.

  Which made her truly hope that he felt the same as she did.

  “Now, I---”

  “Do you want me?” Tilly repeated the question, waiting bravely for the answer. She was ready. There was no more time for waiting. She was tired of wishing and waiting and hoping for something if she was never going to get it. She wanted to know that she— that they— had a chance.

  It would break her heart if they did not, but she would rather know the answer now so that she could start picking up the pieces of that shattered heart if she was going to face rejection.

  Arthur sighed deeply, bowing his head, and she swallowed hard, accepting the response that she had interpreted through his gesture. She took a deep, shaky breath as she turned around, trying to compose herself.

  It did hurt horribly. It stung deeper than anything else that she could think of. The pain was worse than any she had ever experienced, and it almost took her breath away.

  However, before she could soak herself too deeply in this sorrow, she felt a giant, rough, calloused hand take her wrist in the gentlest of gestures. Arthur turned her around to face him, and before she could really focus on what was happening, his hand was at the back of her neck and her forehead was pressed against his own, her lips soon following.

  Tilly gasped in the kiss, but her fingers were soon wrapped in the folds of his partially unbuttoned shirt. He pulled her down further, and she soon found herself sitting there on his lap. One hand was on her waist and the other was still resting on her neck, his thumb rubbing circles against her neck.

  Now her breath was taken away in an entirely new manner.

  And quite honestly, she loved it.

  She slid her hands up and around his neck, not really knowing what she was doing since she had never really been kissed like this before. She carefully threaded her fingers through his hair, and he made a deep noise of what sounded almost like approval. He leaned into the kiss a bit more and she felt her heart jump into her throat with the movement.

  After a long moment, he finally broke away and she gaped at him, wide-eyed and honestly quite uncertain of herself. However, Tilly could not help the look of want that was doubtlessly clouded her eyes as she looked into his own blue-green pools.

  Arthur glanced down at her slightly parted lips for a moment before wrenching his gaze away and back to her eyes.

  “Tilly Jackson, I’m always gonna want and need you. Don’t you worry your pretty little head ‘bout that,” he assured her, his voice gravelly and low and the sound of it almost sent shivers down her spine. He closed his eyes before reopening them finally, looking much more tired than he ever had before.

  “But you don’t need me, darlin’,” he proclaimed to her finally in an almost bittersweet tone.

  “Arthur Morgan, I’m always gonna need you. And I’m always gonna want you,” Tilly told him, wanting more than anything to lean in and touch her lips to his own but finding that she did not quite have the courage just yet.

  He looked at her silently, and in that moment, she could see the small flickering of the candlelight of hope in his eyes. But she could also see the dark hand of fear and past experience working its hardest to put out the flame.

  “Are you sure?” Arthur finally questioned. Tilly allowed her fingers to move from the back of his neck to the sides of his face, her fingers running through the small, short hairs lightly covering his face.

  “Completely,” she replied to him, and he studied her for only a moment longer before he leaned in and she found their lips reconnected. She smiled against his mouth, absolutely giddy with the answer she found in his actions this time. Tilly stroked his face and ran her hands down so that she was touching his hot, tanned neck.

  And it was then that she knew she had been living a dull, droning existence, and in those blue-green eyes, she saw the world for the first time.