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The Master Gambler

Outfit pieces

Stovepipe top hat (black and red)

Rambler Jacket (Red)

Opulent vest (black)

French dress shirt (red)

Fancy pants (black)

Fine leather suspenders (blue)

Burton low shoes (black and red)

Dress tie (white)

Elk riding gloves

Gambler Gun belt and holsters

Valuables satchel

The Deserter

Outfit pieces

Military forage camp

Buckskin King best

Everyday shirt (blue dirty)

Paddded Saddle work pants (black)

Cotton suspenders (white)

Workman's boots (grey black)

Neckerchief

Weathered gun belt

Weathered holster

Survivalist off hand

John's Satchel

The Corporal

Outfit pieces

Military Mountie hat

Shotgun coat (blue, 9/11)

Everyday overshirt (blue)

Fancy pants (black)

Crossback suspenders (white)

Carvery boots (black/navy)

Neckerchief

Legendary Elk Range Gloves

Explorer gun belt

Arthur's holster

John's satchel

Off-hand holster (basic one)

Raven claw talisman (optional)

It’s soooooo good~! Look at these goofs!

Here we go!

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"Javier, John. John, Javier." Dutch said rather off handedly. He was far too busy looking over the Blackwater National Bank's blueprints. Or perhaps too worried about the clever Detective Matthews who was bound to try stopping him. Either way, John and Javier looked at one another, each henchmen studying his new partner. John especially. This was, what, possibly the fifth in three weeks. They usually didn’t click as partners and the newcomer usually didn’t stay with all the shenanigans that ensued. And this stylish one didn’t seem like he’d be one to stick it out but, Dutch insisted.

Finally after sizing John up fully, Javier offered his hand."You work for Van Der Linde long?"

"I guess. Couple years." John answered, accepting the greeting with some reservations. "You'll come to enjoy his eccentricities."

"Do you?"

John made a face close to an eye roll, noticeable for Javier to catch and blurt out a small snort of a laugh. One where he had to catch himself and both straighten immediately as Dutch's head shot up from his desk.

"Sorry, Boss." The pair said in unison, trying to avoid Dutch's glare and ease their way out the door. Luckily this escape was swift as Dutch ordered John to show Javier around and prepare the car. They had quite the caper tonight.

The next hours flew rather quickly as the pair tried to get to know one another: jobs they’d been on, end goal and the like. There were some expected differences but each couldn’t help but happily take notice of their shared sense of humor (even their comical naivety). All the while doing so as they took a tour of the hideout. The planning room here, drawing room there, the garage with all the stolen luxury wagons, the room with all the loot Dutch had sponged up just being too wily for the cops. "He'd have more if he hasn't worried about Matthews. His dramatic already but its another level with that PI involved. You'd think they were in some dime novel."

"I got that feeling from a few jobs we ran together." Javier added just as they reached a stairwell. And the music jumping from the door at the bottom. "What’s that buzzin' ?" Javier seemed to fall into a trance, starting to bob his head and snap his fingers, swaying in the division of the swinging tunes. John only followed, juking behind until they spilled into the door where the sound spilled out.

"He’s running a gin joint too? Van Der linde is one bad cat and these tunes! Oh, these tunes, John!" Or at least John thought maybe thats what Javier was saying. John didn’t completely have the brain trained to be bilingual yet. Instead he let the loud music cut in and hold the conversation where they couldn't. Javier was twisting with all the latest-moves and John stuck with ones more tried-and-true among the other folks working for Dutch and unwinding in the club. Lenny kept the even tempo on drums, Uncle slid the saucy trombone, Molly was hot on the ivories, and little Jack did his best to make the trumpet sing. 

Then John and Javier kind of, well, bonded. Even over something so trivial as having a good time. Shaking to the new music that brought folks together.

"John!" Abigail called from the bar, working alongside Pearson as they put away the hooch. She made her way over and gave a curt nod to Javier. "John, I wanted to-" She did a double take to Javier, studying him before her eyes flicked to John. And the smallest of smirks came over her lips as she looked between the pair of them. "Dutch is one funny duck, ain’t he?" She said under her breath with a chuckle before starting again. "Me and Jack are staking out this place for Dutch. Adler’s, a widow gunsmith or something. Gonna see if I can get her to work with us."

"And?" John teased.

"And,"Abigail stressed sassily, "That means I ain't gonna be there to make sure you get back without any holes." She emphasized almost playfully, poking a finger at the hole in Johns shirt and showing it off to Javier. "Jack would like you in one piece, please."

"Among other people?" John asked stealing a drink from her tray.

She stole it back to hand to Javier instead. "Among other people." Abigail glanced at the pair once more before she was called away by Susan to do some chore or another with the girls. "Well, you'll probably get sick of us real quick, Mr.Twist. But hope you find reason to stick around, hm?" Abigail hummed before hurrying away to answer Grimshaw’s call.

They stood there for bit before Javier leaned into John. "Any idea what she meant by that?"

"Not in the least." John admitted, just as clueless. Henchman tendencies and all. He rubbed his chin and chuckled though." Probably the drink?"

Javier downed the shot of moonshine with a long 'ahhhhh’ to follow."Your ladybird wasn't joking. This is definitely a reason to stay." He sighed and John agreed.

But then a note was slipped to the pair of them, one from Dutch who was ready for the heist. They were cool cats, sure. But now it was time for henchmen mode.With a wave to his new gang members from Javier and a ruffle of Jack's head from John, the duo went to prep the getaway car. Weapons were at their sides, satchels and bandanas equipped, and finally Big Boss Van Der Linde strutted into the car, determined for the take. "Alright, gents. Let’s see what you two can do." Then their car took off into the night, prepared to make a flawless and effortless feat of criminality. 

Only, it didn't happen that way. 

At all.

Dealing with Dutch's dramatics, it never went according to his plan. Matthews was there alright, the clever detective, and unexpectedly John and Javier had their hands full with his deputies, Arthur and Charles. It was as if fate was dealing them a sour hand. No matter how dexterous the henchmen were off the clock, they couldn't stop fumbling and making such small mistakes: dropping their guns, stumbling into boxes, loosing a shoe, accidentally triggering the security to come along at the bank. Curse the fates that were causing their flops! And bigger curses as Dutch fled in another car, leading the way, only to have Javier and John get a flat and veer into a ditch like a couple of goofs.

With the car in a bad way, the pair decided to walk together, each missing a shoe and doing the leaning dance-of-a-walk when sock got too acquainted to the ground. John had partners before. And this was usually where they split. And he didn’t blame them. Not many could handle the unexplainable conundrums! But soon he felt an elbow in his side.

"Well," Javier started, breaking the cricket-quiet of the night, “not a hole in you. So I’d say that's a mission accomplished."

John scoffed before the need took over and he burst out laughing from the whole ordeal. Finally, a keeper! “Lets head to the club?” He smiled fondly tossing an arm around his new partner's shoulders. "And maybe you can teach me some of that fancy footwork? Dutch has a lot planned so I think we’ll need it!” A friendship started with a laugh and only solidified by a few more. "Javier, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful thing…”

For the lovely, kindest, smartest Mango friend in the galaxy @mwahrzipan-sen! I adore all our stories and these goofs in the 20's are ridiculous so here's something to help ya through the days 😊 I really hope you like it!

Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh~! This is everything~! Thank you so much, @jessofthenorthstar for this wonderful art once more~!

Well, time for another installment of our wonderful stories! Like...

Wolf John and Coyote Javier; Meeting dearest Cody, Angelita, Muneca, Bandit (and bonus Abby Jane!)...

The murder mansion with dark secrets; Runaway princess Belle and Susan the nymph; Grumpy Jack and pretending to date his chipper best friend, Duncan...

Business Man Milton and Mechanic Micah making the most of a failed speed dating experience...

Our drag kings Robin and Jim and crew; Our Draq queens from the next generation...

Javier and John meeting under different circumstances by Colter; A Sugar Mama finding her sweetheart; Widdle daycare besties; Angus getting his letter back home from his soldier...

That time Abigail wasn't sure she'd make it in prison; Grimshaw's girls hitchhiking after the busted RV; and that time Sean had a second chance after being slain!

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Well @fandomsareyay, here's to some more good work from our brains! ^^ As always, it's a blast to make stories with you so let's make some more!

For @fandomsareyay

Bestie Brides!

Yeeeeeees~! Our most intense and emotional story ever! So many highs and lows and just many touches of tropes! Beautiful art as always!

@fandomsareyay, here's the pictures from our wonderous zombie apocalypse AU! Our most thrilling story yet!!

Yaaaaaay~! Wonderful wonderful! I thank you dearly, Jessofthenorthstar!

@fandomsareyay, here's to more of our stories!

About Jim Boy and Flaco, firefighters who find a baby Javier and catch feelings along the way.

Our own season of RPDR, Jack working the Geddes farm for the summer, and Sean falling for an Amazoness with a secret by the name of Lourdes~.

That time the nerds and jocks were working together on a college production, and Jack finding out her was a werewolf and not knowing how to tell his bestie Duncan.

Charles and Arthur's little tots, Nate Davison finding the best pro cuddler in Isaac, young Susan being stalked by vampire Belle, and John meeting the ghost of a friend from centuries ago in his haunted home.

Rapunzel Charles and Arthur the thief, superhero father-son duo Flaco and Javier along with villain Jim and tattoo artist (wannabe hero) John, Sean's little crushes~, our Shape of Water universe with silent Dutch and curious creature Hosea, Circus contortionist Abby and Sadie as her biggest fan, and that time Javier was strapped for cash and became a Sugar Baby only to find out his Papa Flaco was doing the same!

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So, here's to our next round of zany, wonderful stories, friend!! I hope all the pictures come out clearly!

As per usual, you are the sweetest person alive!!!! Aaaah~!!! This is amazing! All of them are perfect~! Thank you so much!!

@fandomsareyay, this is for us!! And our super fun stories about…

The Misadventures of the Van Der Linde Pirates

Arthurella and the glass slipper

Papa Arthur totally falling for his son’s Pre K Teacher

Lead singer of a 50′s rock group meets his biggest fan at the record store

Detective Matthews going undercover as “Bessie” to catch Dutch

Death meeting his match with the curiously ignorant but charming frat boy

When the stork delivered a chubby cherub named Arthur to Hosea and Dutch

When the star-crossed young folks were from rival houses

When Arthur fell down a rabbit hole and gained a tiny husband

And most recently, how a wealthy man paid good money for good company

Well, here’s to even more, yeah? ^^  

AAAAAAAAAAH! It’s so perfect!!! Thank you, hun!! This is so cute and wonderful!! I love it so much, you beautiful human!

So cover me up, and know you’re enough to use me for good.

”Cover Me Up” 

For @fandomsareyay!! I LOVE this song (Morgan Wallen’s version is my fav) and it feels right for some modern Charthur slow dancing :3 I really hope you love it!!

Arthur Morgan with a s/o who found a wild animal and wants to keep it

Hey! So sorry for the inactivity, I have a lot of things going on rn in my life and don't have much time to write, but anyways this was a request from @freakygirlforeve7-blog-blog ! I just loved the idea, it is so cute and this is just fun fluff material. I hope you like it, I feel like Arthur is kinda out of character but I tried making something fun to read and not too short since it's been a while since I got that request, really hope it's still good!

Pairing : Arthur Morgan x reader

Warnings : None

Tags : Fluff, Arthur being cautious, reader being the opposite, Hosea being your partner in crime

   The gang was in Horseshoe Overlook for a week now. The supplies were low, and food was becoming a real problem, so you and Arthur decided to go on a hunting trip for a few days. Some supplies were forgotten in Colter, so you would go get them back and hunt in the mountains. This was a bit risky, but it was important.

    The trip was alright. You and Arthur took a wagon with provisions for a few days. When you arrived, you chose to settle in a small cabin while Arthur was already gone hunting. You were putting food in the cabinet when you heard a faint noise outside. It startled you, but it sounded almost like a whimper. You opened the door and found a hurt mountain lion cub, with multiple wounds on its leg. You let out a small gasp and your first thought was to take care of the poor thing. Taking it in your arms, you carried the cub in the cabin and put it on the bed, bandaging him as well as you could. You had some meat, and decided to give him a small amount. He’s so adorable, you thought. You had the need to protect him, to take care of him. But would Arthur agree? You didn’t think so. He was very wary of wild animals, even more since John had been almost killed by wolves. But that cub was so small, unable to do any harm.. You sighed and got back to work. The little lion would not stop meowing, so you put him on your shoulder and continued to store provisions.

   A few hours later, you heard the door open. 

“Hey, I’m back. Hunting was good, I got-”

   You had your back turned to him, and couldn’t see why he stopped talking all of a sudden. You slowly turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s wrong? Did you see anything worrying?” You asked.

“What is that thing on your shoulder?" His eyes widened, as he pointed to the lion.

“Oh, him? He’s a little cub I found in front of the cabin. He was hurt, so I took him in and took care of him. Isn’t he cute?”

“Are you kidding? What if his mother is looking for him? We have to get rid of him.”

“Can’t we keep him? He’s harmless, look. I don’t think he would be here if his mother was still alive, and I can’t just leave him to die.”

Arthur sighed as he watched you gently pet the cub. It’s true, that thing was cute, but he was worried.

“Listen…just don’t let him eat all of our food and we’ll see when we’ll go back to camp.”

You thanked him enthusiastically and hugged him. 

For the two next days, you hunted with Arthur, leaving Zeus (you both decided to name him) at the cabin to let him rest. When you came back in the evening, you didn’t find Zeus anywhere. You were getting worried, and, frankly, sad.

“Where is he?” You kept saying, over and over again.

“Maybe he went back to his mother. It’s okay.” Arthur pulled you in a hug, arms wrapped tightly around you in an attempt to comfort you. Suddenly, you both heard a loud sound and saw Arthur’s eyes widen in surprise.

“What’s wrong, Arthur?”

He quickly pulled away, trying to reach at his back and turning it to you in the process.

“There’s something clawing at my coat! Can you see it?”

Of course you did see it. Zeus was there, hanging from the back of Arthur’s coat, hooked with his tiny claws. 

“It’s him!” 

You carefully took Zeus in your arms and hugged him. You started patting his head as Arthur looked, slightly annoyed about his damaged coat.

“How the hell did he get here?” Arthur groaned.

To answer his question, you looked around. It really seemed like he jumped out of nowhere. And as you looked around, you saw it.

“Look, the cabinet’s door is open.”

“Did he really hide there?” You both laughed. 

“Well, at least you’re not sad anymore”, said Arthur. “By the way, I think we’re done hunting. Maybe we could go back to camp tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that’s alright with me”, you replied. There was a small silence, and you looked at Arthur with big eyes, obviously trying to ask for something without actually having to speak.

“What is it?” He asked, confusion in his eyes. Suddenly, he got it. “Yeah…I guess we can keep him for now. Don’t know if he’ll be allowed in camp though.”

You kissed Arthur on the cheek to thank him. Your eyes were glistening with joy, looking at Zeus like a baby. Feeling tired, you decided to go to sleep now, taking care of packing things in the morning. Arthur and you went to bed and Zeus slept next to the both of you, comfortably laid on the floor.

The next morning, Arthur helped you pack all of your things. You left the mountains at about noon, Zeus was on your lap as you were next to Arthur driving the wagon. Zeus was incredibly docile, doing nothing but sleeping, stretching and occasionally asking for a treat. His wounds had healed and he was full of energy, which relieved you. The ride was quiet, went quite fast and was pretty nice. You got to camp at night, while everyone was already gone to sleep. 

“Okay, this is convenient”, Arthur said. “Let’s just sneak him in our tent. He won’t be too much of a trouble-maker, I think.”

You carried Zeus in your tent, followed by Arthur, and you both collapsed on the cot, exhausted. Arthur kissed your forehead and cuddled you to sleep.

“Y’know, I’m pretty happy you found him. He’s cute.”

“See? I knew you would grow fond of him!”

“I’m still careful, in case he tries to steal you away,” he joked. 

Arthur and you both woke up late. You were still tired from the exhausting hunting but sleeping helped you a little. You turned over and let your arm hang over the side of your cot, your hand looking for Zeus. But you didn’t feel any fur. You got up, and didn’t see him in the tent. Where was he?

“Arthur, I don’t see Zeus anywhere.”

“Eh, he might be hiding again. I think that’s his forte.”

Still worried, you headed outside. Everyone was doing their usual activities, and you quickly waved hello to Javier sharpening his knife around the fire. Suddenly, you heard Hosea’s voice behind you. 

“Ah, you finally woke up. Come here for a second.” He was behind your tent, only his head visible. 

You walked to him, and saw him holding Zeus in his arms.

“Did you two bring him from your adventures?” 

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry, he was hurt and I didn’t know what to do, I-”

“I like him,” Hosea said. “He was wandering around the camp early this morning, only me and Dutch saw him.”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Is it okay if we keep him? He’s harmless, I promise, and he could help us hunt.”

“Alright, just keep him hidden for now. I don’t want everyone in camp to know about him yet. Dutch likes him, by the way. Did you give him a name?

“Yeah alright,” you smiled. “his name is Zeus.”

“Okay well, leave little Zeus in your tent for now, make sure he doesn’t escape and we’ll show him around tonight,” Hosea winked at you and walked away. Never in your life had you thought you would get so attached to a wild mountain lion, but now that he was here you knew good times were coming.

your dutch fic was great!! it was awesome. you can’t tell that your new to writing fan fiction at all!! are you able to write something about arthur dealing with a really REALLY drunk s/o?

Hey!! Thank you so so much!! I wasn’t too sure about how I should do this, so I wrote it as headcanons (it’s almost a little story.) I hope you don’t mind!

Arthur Morgan with a drunk reader

Pairing : Arthur Morgan x reader

Warnings : None

Tags : Fluff(?)

A/N : I hope this is okay! I feel like it is too short but if you want me to remake it or make it longer (or a fic), just tell me!

At the beginning, Arthur might think you’re acting drunk just to annoy him.

But when he asks you basic questions and all you can do is stare at him and giggle like an idiot, he knows you’ve had too many drinks.

He tries to stay calm but on the inside he’s panicking. What should he do? Should he take you to your tent now and just put you to sleep or should he just let you have fun and keep an eye on you? Should he just leave you alone?

He decides to stay with you when you clumsily loop your arm around his and ask him to share a bottle with you

He’s really flustered, the way you look at him with those half-lidded eyes, that dreamy gaze…He’s blushing. A lot.

Even if you’re drunk, you might notice it. He’ll just deny it.

If you start singing, he’ll eventually join in. However, if you want to dance, panic is going to take over him. You will probably trip over his foot and fall though.

If you flirt with him, he’ll probably say it’s just the alcohol kicking in and will just tell you that you are, indeed, VERY drunk. But he’ll flirt back and tell you he loves you.

If you try to kiss him, it might turn into a makeout session if you’re in a relatively private area. Private depends on how many drinks the both of you have had. Unfortunately for everyone else, the campfire is considered a private place when you’ve had too many drinks.

Once you start yawning and stretching every minute, he’ll decide it’s time for you to go to sleep. He won’t even let you protest, because he’s just carrying you like a potato sack.

He’ll let you rest, but will stay close so he can give you medicine if your head hurts, or water if you’re thirsty.

The morning after, he might tease you about how ridiculous of a drunk you are.

« Still recovering from yesterday sweetheart? Guess you owe me a real dance now. »

RED DEAD REDEMPTION II - scenery [8/?]

starting my writing account!

hello everyone! this is going to be a rdr2 writing blog. this was an old account but i decided to finally use it!

i will be taking requests, or even just answering asks if you want to talk! i will be writing for rdr2 and will write basically anything as long as it doesn't make me uncomfortable (if it does, i'll say it). i think i can try writing smut but i don't have a lot of experience.

as for the characters, i will write for as many as i can, but i have to admit i would feel more at ease with the main characters, as they're the ones i know best. also, it is obvious but i won't write anything romantic about characters who are children. this is obvious but i still feel the need to clarify it..

english is not my first language, but i really love writing and will try to do my best to write well.

requests are open, do not hesitate! thank you :)

And a Frankenstein's monster Arthur for Halloween. Thought that maybe Professor Marko Dragic found him after the ending of Arthur's story (if you haven't finished all missions with the Professor) and thought of "giving it back" to Arthur after his help.

they plague my mind like the infectious disease they are, they deserve nothing but a happy ending

THEM >0<

VIKTORIA/VIK 　· 　she/they　 .

— 9teen ,, nsfw + sfw blog

⋆ minors DNI

⋆ fandoms ill write — ANIME ,, jjk mha haikyuu (MIGHT expand over time, but those are the current animes i feel comfortable writing about.) | GAMES ,, red dead redemption 1&2 the last of us 1&2

⋆ i WILL write head cannons + fics (y/n stuff as well!)

⋆ i WILL write requests

⋆ i will NOT write ship content.

⋆ i will NOT write proship content.

⋆ i will NOT write incvst content.

tags ,, @whiteknukeltight

Exactly what I did.

I love seeing people first play rdr2 because the first thing they end up doing is fall in love with arthur morgan

Ignoring the lore for a second-

but I genuinely find it so funny if Sam could somehow be able to get these two over to a better/newer console, and watch them freak out over the better graphics and stuff.

Like both of them are completely blown away by how realistic and high quality everything looks Lmao-

Tumblr is going to make it low quality again :[

Dont mind him he's a little radioactive

So I realized while coloring Bessie I dont like how I draw heads, so Ive stopped designing her to practice a new artstyle.

My current progress with Bessie! Im not sure how I feel about her right now, but it's better than my other design I think :}

I just wanted to ramble about this; I hate the design I gave Bessie. Its fine, but It doesent really give off the vibe I want her to have. Also that hairstyle is 🤢

Also, I realized her backstory doesent make sense. Atleast not to me.

Trying to redesign her again, but she's being difficult so it might take a few days considering I also have to work and my motivation for drawing has been pretty bad for years (hence why I can only finish headshots)

Annabelles weapons along with a prototype for her shotgun parasol!

I like the concept that the tip of the gun's barrel acts like the tip of the parasol, and no one tends to notice it. The handle screws off and has a blade at the end of it. Both her knives and revolver are accessorized because of her obsession with tiny original details.

Annabelle 100% has muscle, her parasol is most definitely heavy due to the shotgun, so she needs said muscle to make it look like it's light.

I finished her! Was iffy about the colors but I really like how she turned out! Dont be intimidated, she's just happy to see you ❤️

Digitally doodeled Bloody Belle because I got bored.. she's a little silly-

So I got bored... Again.

My headcanon for Bessie is that She was an orphan who worked in the factories just to get by. She eventually had to quit her job in her 30s due to her health rapidly deteriorating, which led to her moving out into the middle of the woods. Her health made a recovery being away from the factory, and she started to write books about research she did on America's wildlife to get some money, but eventually decided to live a life constantly moving from one place to another, living off the land while documenting new things she discovered. She was especially interested in birds. I imagine one day She was just minding over own business at her campsite in the Grizzlies, when Hosea suddenly rides by, being chased by some bounty hunters. And Bessie offers to help hide him until the bounty hunters leave.

She wasnt in the best health, but she thrived out in the wilderness, away from society. And was the sweetest person to be around.

Hosea and Bessie were 100% the sweetest couple.... the sweetest couple who is very capable of either robbing you of everything you have or killing you.

So I got bored-

My silly little headcanon is that Annabelle was from a rich, french family. But ran away to America at 16 when her family(mainly her father) was insistent she marry an old man of wealth, stealing a good chunk of her family's money before she left.

In America, Annabelle became infamous for her robberies. She'd dress like a woman of high standard, waltz into banks, hop on trains, stop stagecoaches, and act like any proper lady when announcing that she was infact robbing the place. And ofcorse when no one listened, they sure as hell will once they witness Annabelle blow someone's head off. Her main weapon of choice was a shotgun she built into a parasol to disguise it. But she had plenty of other weapons, such as a knife and revolver sitting in straps on her legs, a twist off mechanic for the parasol's handle that reveals another knife, her heels on her boots have razors embedded in the back, she was decked out at all times.

Annabelle found her success by defying society's standards when it came to women, and using it to her advantage.

Dutch and Annabelle Van Der Linde were a batshit insane couple, and I am here for it.