#I love low honour Arthur

[drizzledrawings]

There’s a good man within you Arthur, but he is wrestling with a giant

#he’s gritty and an asshole but not much different than his high honour counterpart #the cutscenes are pretty much the same #but it gives me a different perspective on him and the game #idk I love him #red dead redemption 2 #low honor arthur morgan #arthur morgan #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 fanart #rdr2 #high honor arthur morgan #red dead redemption fanart #red dead redemption two #I love low honour Arthur

[historical-paramedics]

My thoughts on honour in rdr2 is not that it decides whether Arthur is a good man or a bad man because I feel like that doesn't really exist there's just people. Who do good things and do bad things and are a weird mix of the things they've done and experienced.

And I think for Arthur it's not that his low honour is a bad man it's that he's decided he's a bad man and doesn't give himself the chance to be anything other than that. I feel like the conversations with sister calderón is really important in presenting this, because she points out to him that people are more complicated than 'good', 'bad' like how she herself used to do bad things but she certainly isn't a bad person.

This is the same for Arthur he's not bad in low honour or even good in high honour the difference is that in high honour through things like talking to sister calderón at the train station Arthur allows himself the opportunity to do good things but in low honour he already believes he doesn't deserve it/isn't worth the effort and so doesn't give himself the chance to try.

Feel like it also comes down to a lot of how Arthur sees himself, we already know he has absolutely no self esteem from the way he talks to himself in the mirror/his journal. So maybe low honour is just Arthur with worse self esteem and not believing himself capable of being anything other than 'big scary outlaw'.

But also something about how no matter the honour he isn't just 'big scary outlaw' no matter how you play him or wtvr because no matter the honour Charles says "you're not as tough and dense as that" so whatever the honour charthur rules. That's right this was a charthur post the whole time (I'm rapidly going more insane someone switch me off)

Idk this might be really obvious or I could be way off the mark this is just some unhinged rambles from my rdr rotten brain 👍

#i love you low honour and high honour arthur #rdr2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #charthur #charles smith #sister calderon rdr2 #cant be arsed to reread this lols it cohld be complete nonsense <3

[ethel-cyanide]

how to be high honour arthur morgan: play the side quests :)

how to be low honour arthur morgan: literally murder every single fucking npc you come across. all of them. commit a genocide of every single person in america

#i love the honour system #but it is kinda skewed like let’s be real #arthur morgan #low honor arthur morgan #high honor arthur morgan #rdr #rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2

[polakina]

how they fuck you

red dead redemption headcanons #2

hc masterlist // masterlist

on my third playthrough of rdr2 and i cannot bring myself to play low honour. why do i put myself through this?

also this is ridiculously long, got a little carried away but i shall not apologise

rating: explicit

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is always gentle with you at first

delicate touches, lingering kisses, gazing eyes at your every movement or ministration

"what do you want, mi amor? tell me"

loves to hear you beg for him, want him

it just turns him on even more

dirty talk through the ROOF

this man knows how to talk you through it

"fuck you feel amazing, hermosa. yeah, just like that, huh? anything for you"

will eat you out for days if he could

never really tried it before, even when he lived in Mexico, he never really gave it a go

but with you, he wanted to try everything. whatever you wanted, he was up for it

so when you first asked him, he was nervous as hell, but willing to try

he found out he loved it and does it every single fucking time he had you all to himself

buries himself between your thighs like a man starved, his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs to keep you still

his tongue worked fucking wonders on your pussy, knowing exactly where to focus his attention, loving how you always moaned a little softer when his tongue dipped inside your cunt

fucks you slow, savouring the moment when he can

loves to have you riding him. seeing you on top spurs something inside him

his hands grip your waist fiercely, guiding your hips to grind against him, pulling sweet, elicit moans from your throat

loves to cut your clothes from your body with his knife

it's so much more satisfying than just taking them off with his hands

kinda likes quickies. prefers taking his time but there's something about pulling you away for a few minutes to have his way with you behind the protection of a tree or something that he loves

usually happens out on missions, so there's risk of the gang seeing you guys, but what's life without a little risk?

you could be on watch beside your tent while everyone sleeps, and javier will come over to keep you company

but it doesn't take long for his hand to slip into your pants as he whispers all sorts of things in your ear as he sits behind you while you try and continue your watch duty

was terrible at aftercare before, never really understood the in's and out's of it

but learned eventually with you, when you explained it to him

now he's at your beck and call whenever you need it

wear this man's hat around camp and that's all he needs to pull you to a secluded tent

but wear it while you fuck him? arthur would die happy in that exact moment

likes to call you 'cowgirl' when you ride him. you always roll your eyes at how stupid it sounds, but it doesn't stop him

the two of you don't have all the time in the world. being one of dutch's most trusted members, he's needed away from camp a lot more than anyone else

so you've both learned the art of being fast

and it doesn't take long for him to make you cum

never asks for them, but loves blowjobs

he likes to draw in his tent when he's got time to himself, so when he sees you come in and sink to your knees in between his lap, he can't think of a better sight

the absolute king of praises (have you heard how he talks to his horse?? imagine him talking to a woman oml)

not a fan of degrading, he never saw the appeal, but uses other methods to 'punish' you

"what do you want, darlin?" he'd say as he's fucking you from behind, your face pressed into the pillow to stifle your moans, your ass in the air held up by his hands on your hips. "oh babygirl, you wanna cum, huh? then you can beg me for it, can't you?"

will edge you for days

especially when he knows he's going to be away for a few days afterwards

definitely grabs the headboard

mainly for his own stability to be able to thrust into you harder as you moan his name into the room

has his hands on you at all times

holding your hands above your head by your wrists, holding your face against the mattress with his hand on the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and gently yanking your head back when he pounds into you

when you do get a night away from camp, he wants to make it last the whole night

takes his time with you to the point where he's practically teasing you for hours

takes his time undressing you, kissing every part of your body, touching every part of you until his fingerprints were practically imprinted into your skin

give this man some guidance or it's like walking through a maze blindfolded

learned a lot with you

figured out really quick what you liked and what you didn't like, what places he could touch you that would send your head spinning

this eventually led him to learn how to be very sneaky in public

he could touch you in such simple places, in such an innocent way that no one else would think anything of it

but you'd know, and you wouldn't stop it

you like the way he touched your neck? he was all over that shit, cupping your cheek, his fingers tickling your neck

you liked his hands in your hair? his fingers tangled at the base of your neck, pulling your hair slightly to tease you

his hand would rest on your thighs, fingers slowly creeping up your thigh while you were all sat around the campfire

you'd always give him a little glare, which he would ignore, a goofy smirk on his face

and the way he fucked you was no different

he had mastered the art of teasing your body and your limits, and put that knowledge in every time he had you alone

"come on, marston. stop teasin' me like this"

he'd always smirk, working his way down your body in a painfully slowly manner

"i'm takin' my time with you, sweetheart. you just lay back and relax. lemme take care of you"

loved to make you feel good before he even thought about himself

but when he was too pent up, he came a lot quicker than he wanted

but he made up for it when tending to you afterwards until you were practically pushing him away, too sensitive for his expert fingers

not the best at going down on you, but makes up with experience

but what he's really good with is his hands

his fingers

they know exactly what they're doing when he pushes them inside your soaked pussy

curling at that devastating spot inside you that makes you crumble to your knees

loves to be on top of you, seeing your face contort when he pushes inside you slowly, deeply

he's basic, a lover of missionary, but seeing your face and watching your body writhe under his grip is really what turns him on

#fanfiction #fluff #smut #fanfic #rdr2 smut #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 #javier escuella smut #javier escuella rdr2 #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #john marston #john marston x reader

[ladcedes]

melodrama

charles leclerc x musical theatre actress!reader, social media!au

summary a melodrama is defined as a dramatic piece with exaggerated characters and plot-lines that play to the audience’s emotions. when charles leclerc dates a queen of drama, there is bound to be some that seeps into his life.

notes yes, the title was from the lorde album. warning, google translated french

the anniversary posts

yourusername

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yourusername mon amour ❤️ i never could’ve imagined that i would spend 5 years with you… and i never imagined that i could find someone so amazing, who could make me feel like the most spectacular person in the world, the most special girl, yet also remind me of how human i am and how i’m allowed to be only human. you always manage to whisk me away from the pressures of life, push everything away, and make it feel like it’s just us in this world. you, my darling, are the comfort and calm of my soul. with you forever by my side, i can face anything

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12 March 2023

arthur_leclerc i can't believe it's been 5 years since you two started being publicly insufferable

⤷ charles_leclerc nous t'aimons aussi, arthur 🙄🙄🙄 (we love you, too, arthur)

carmenmmundt congrats on 5 years and cheers to many more!!

⤷ yourusername thank you love! ❤️

f1wagsite the caption is too sweet im jealous

⤷ ynfans2023 literally their relationship makes me wanna go in the bathtub with my hairdryer

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc always the light on my darkest days, my sunshine when it rains, melting away all my worries and doubts, always bringing me up from the lowest of low points. you are my courage and strength. you shine so brightly that you light up everything around you, including myself. you bring out the best in me and love even the worst. you give warmth to the deepest corners of my soul. with you, i’m the best and most natural version of myself. these 5 years together have been the best years of my life, i wish i had met you sooner. even eternity isn’t enough to be with you, mon étoile ❤️

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12 March 2023

lewishamilton congratulations guys ❤️

pierregasly congrats on 5! so where's the ring mate? 😂😂

⤷ alexalbon seconding this 😂😂

⤷ hamilfans pierre?? ALEX?? do they know something we don't or are they playing??

valenciacia the caption??? ME WHENNN 😭😭😭😭😭

⤷ f1girliee RIGHTT like "even eternity isn't enough to be with you"???? i'm going crazy.

⤷ leclercwdc i'm about to go take a bath with my toaster rn

charles_leclerc posted • 8/2/2023 | yourusername posted • 2/3/2023

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc my favourite actress ❤️ unbelievably proud of you, mon cherie @yourusername.

to be blessed with the love of such a hard-working, talented actress is an honour. you performed amazingly tonight and every other night before.

11 February 2023

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yourusername charlie you are such a sap (i love you so much)

⤷ charles_leclerc only for you darling (i love you more)

itsnessa they make me believe in love

⤷ loveleclerc real i don't know what i would do if they broke up

⤷ wdcleclerc i think i would lose hope in love

44britcedes my fav couple 🫶🫶🫶

yourusername

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yourusername all's well that ends well

3 May 2023

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myagramm is the ring on yn's finger a new addition orrrr

⤷ pierregasly i guess we found where the ring is

⤷ leclercism beating the breakup allegations with marriage allegations. only them.

⤷ myagramm PIERRE?? HELLO???

httpsainz is that ring what i think it is

solarpiastri im actually crying they rlly said fuck the break up rumours and decided to start up engagement rumours instead

a/n: might make a part 2 if i feel like it in like 5 months

#f1 #formula 1 #cl16 #charles leclerc #formula one #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x you #pierre gasly #f1 smau #f1 social media au #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc x reader angst #charles leclerc x reader fluff #formula one x reader #f1 fanfiction #charles leclerc one shot

[thedeadbutcher]

high honour arthur morgan is canon i will die on this hill. it never feels right to be low honour. ever. arthur does not enjoy violence or hurting people. do you honestly think a man with crippiling self-loathing and a desire to find good in the world because he has not been shown an ounce of it ever since he was born, would willingly kill strangers just because? this man battles with his morality every single day and even believes that his child and the mother of his child were taken from him because a bad person like him doesn't deserve anything good. he is literally not your big, strong alpha male who kills anyone who looks at him funny. he has been tied to criminality ever since he was born and has only known such ideologies because he has no other choice but to follow them. his blind loyalty ties him to such institutions. his love and respect are his hamartia. his willingness to do good by the people who have given him life is quite literally what got him killed.

#†.text #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #i literally don't care that low honour is an option #it's just there for fun don't even #through his journal entries #through the people he has been close with #ie mary #everything points to him being good in some capacity #he may have been redeemed in the biblical sense #but by the end he was finally coming to terms with his morality #his beliefs that he has been battling with for years #he finally accepts that what they're doing has lost its meaning #maybe accepts that it never had any meaning at all

[margowritesthings]

What’s Mine Is Mine

pairing: lh!Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 1159

warnings: possessive Arthur, spit kink, low honour Arthur, shameless filth, very suggestive, mentions of sex

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a/n: i simply Cannot Write Drabbles... thank you so much @elifsukirdaghehe for the spit kink request and anon for the low honour Arthur request! I hope this lives up to your expectations! This is very heavily inspired by this bc its one of the hottest things ive ever seen lol

also click the link at the end for a wonderful surprise and say thank you to @cowboydisaster

tagging: @cowboydisaster @cassidylynnj

“I do believe these belong to me…” Arthur quips, a cheeky grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he pulls the pile of chips towards him. A relatively old guy with a fantastically twisted handlebar moustache throws his cards down, cursing as he walks away from the table empty handed. A low chuckle reaches your ears when you squeeze Arthur’s shoulder, proudly standing behind him while his winning streak continues.

“Baby, we’re in the money!” He smugly exclaims, completely ignoring the grumbles of his fellow players. You roll your eyes playfully, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. The action gives your outlaw a pretty fantastic view of your chest, if only for a brief moment, but of course he catches it. The envious eyes of every other man at the table follow you back up to a standing position.

“I’m gonna grab a drink. You want a whiskey?”

“Thanks, darlin’.”

You catch the coin that is expertly flipped through the air, winking a silent thanks to Arthur and swaying your hips just a little more than usual when you strut to the bar. You know all eyes are on you, as does Arthur, and you know how crazy and possessive that drives him, usually culminating in mind-blowing sex that sends you dumb to everything but screaming his name. He loves knowing how much everyone wants you, knowing that he’s the only one who will ever have you. 

It’s only a few strides to the bar, the next hand in Arthur’s game already being dealt by the time you lean one hip against the wood. 

“What’s a pretty lady like you doin’ with a dog like that, huh?”

The unpleasant feeling settles in your stomach almost instantly as the worst kind of booze breath reaches your senses. Rolling your eyes, your gaze falls to the origin: a man, probably in his 30’s, with a clean shaven face and a suit that didn’t quite fit right. He isn’t completely unfortunate looking, you’d have to give him that, but the invisible layer of slime coating him from head to toe is enough to send women running for miles. That, you’re sure of.

Glancing back to the table, you see Arthur engrossed in the game. Maybe it’s the devil on your shoulder, or the promise of the kind of fucking that can only be fuelled by the fiercest jealousy, but you subconsciously decide what simply has to be done. The buzz of four drink and the electricity in the air only found in a packed saloon of an evening spurs you on, dragging your fluttering eyes back to the stranger and plastering a sickly sweet grin to your plump lips. 

“Why, you reckon you could show me a better time, cowboy?” Your drawl is sickening, but it does the job as a flash of false hope ignites the man’s features. 

You place your elbow on the cool bar, sliding down to place some of your weight on it. Naturally, your chest never rises and falls so dramatically with each seductive breath, but you can smell a free drink a mile away, and this one is much closer than that.

“Oh, don’t you know it, baby, I-I could show you the time of your life.” He’s nervous, clearly not used to making it this far without having a drink thrown over him.

What’s more, Arthur has noticed, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds with the most delicious frown on his face. You can practically hear the territorial growls being ripped from the depths of his throat, low and gravely and vibrating your very being.

The bartender finally arrives, glancing awkwardly between yourself and the other man, not knowing who was there first and who to serve. Luckily for him, and for your grand plan, your slimy admirer speaks up.

“I’ll have a beer. And whatever the lady likes.” He gestures to you, all bravado and ego as he places two coins onto the countertop. 

“Whiskey, please. Neat.”

The bartender nods and turns to get the drinks, leaving you alone to be gawked at.

“Oh, I love a woman who can handle her drink.”

“Really? Do you know something, mister, that is just fascinating.”

Every nerve ending in your body is set aflame as you feel a hand snake around your shoulder, resting just above the hem of your low collar. Arthur’s sarcastic drawl has dropped about three octaves. He’s mad. 

“And who might our new friend be, sweetheart?” His theatrics boom around the room, earning a few sideways glances from curious patrons, most certainly hoping for a bit of evening entertainment. One wrong word from your ‘friend’ might just make their dreams come true.

Standing beside Arthur, the once-hopeful devotee is realising just how large the outlaw is, how his strong arms fill out the sleeves of his duster coat and how one of those sleeves is hemmed with a bloodstain you just couldn’t seem to get out. 

You’re saved from having to introduce your pawn to your king when the bartender places two drinks between the three of you, one beer, one whiskey. 

“Aw, for us? Y’shouldn’t have.” The arm draped over your shoulder wraps tighter, twisting around so that Arthur’s thick fingers cup your jaw and squeeze your cheeks. You’re tucked so close into him that the movement forces your neck to crane up to look right at Arthur. You’re putty in his hands, his dominating stance moulding you to his whim. The action is enough to brand you as completely and utterly his, but it’s Arthur and that just isn’t enough.

He tips his own head back, throwing the whiskey into his mouth in one swift movement. A firmer squeeze on your jaw opens your mouth and you lock eyes with Arthur as the fiery liquid is spat from his mouth into yours. It burns your lips and warms your throat. You feel it all the way from your head to your toes, and you’re not talking about the drink. It takes you a second to catch your breath after you swallow, Arthur’s thumb wiping a little droplet of the spirit off your chin and popping it back into your mouth. You suckle on his thumb, just for a second, letting the rest of the busy saloon melt away. In that moment, it is just the two of you, your plan falling oh so cleverly into place. You’re gazing lovingly, seductively at each other, which Arthur only breaks to turn to the man kind enough to pay for the drink he’d just spat into you.

“Hey, cheers, pal. Real nice of ya’ to treat the lady.” He pats the man just a little too hard on the shoulder, sending him stumbling a few steps. You don’t notice, too entranced by your possessive cowboy to notice anything else. 

“Let’s get you home, missy. Seems I gotta teach you some manners about talkin’ to strangers, huh?”

God, yes.

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[mykneeshurt]

Cat and Mouse

Image - KC on Pinterest

Medium honour Arthur Morgan x F!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut

A/N - starting to feel inspired again. I love this pixelated man so much omfg. Not proof read. Just a quick fic I did today x

The night was humid and suffocating as you snuck up on the old plantation house in Shady Belle. The camp was alive with the distant warm glow of oil lanterns, music danced on the thick Lemoyne air as a guitar strummed in the distance. Hushed laughter and talking echoed amongst the trees that littered the small field.

That was until a familiar click of a revolver loading rang through your ears, as a cold steel barrel was forced into your temple. ‘Told you not to follow me’ a thick southern accent drawled into the darkness. Without even moving you sighed ‘hello Arthur.’ His gun was still pressed firmly into your skin as he turned your body, slamming you into the decaying stone wall.

The brim of his hat hid his eyes from view, a menacing smirk danced across his lips. ‘What chu doin here?’ His voice was low and firm, he told you clearly in Saint Denis not to follow him, but your curiosity got the better of you. So you tracked him. Through the city, through the swaps and to Shady Belle.

Looking up he peered at you, from under his hat, contempt written over his features. But with a hint of curiosity. He looked menacing in the darkness, the silver moon made his eyes glisten and shimmer. ‘Came to get me an outlaw. An expensive one at that, gonna lower your gun?’ you smiled, swiping your tongue across your teeth.

He regarded you for a moment, this wasn’t your first meeting. Not by a long shot. The two of you had been playing this game of cat and mouse for months. Slowly he lowered the gun and slipped it back into his holster. ‘That so?’ He lowered his head, his lips teasing the skin of your neck ‘bad men in these here woods miss. I ain’t the only thing you should be scared of.’

His breath traipsed along your skin, moist from the suffocating heat. Swallowing you clenched your thighs together, desperately trying to tame the ache that began to emanate from your cunt. ‘No? What else should I be scared of Morgan?’ Your breath hitched in your throat as you clenched your fists by your side.

Slowly he brought his hand to your face, running his calloused thumb along your lips. Pulling down gently your jaw dropped open, breathe getting caught in your chest. Which by now was heaving. Humming he placed his lips against your neck ‘hmmm, wild boar … snakes … crocodiles … raiders’ he trailed off wrapping his arm around your waist. Moaning softly you replied ‘ain’t none of them scare me.’

He smiled into your neck, pulling you closer ‘big brave girl huh? … well one of em should scare you sweetheart.’ Rolling your hips into him your arched your back off the wall ‘oh yeah? Which one?’

‘Me.’

Within a flash his hand was around your throat pulling your lips to his in a feverish kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck he lifted you onto his hips, immediately locking your legs around him. The kiss was a flurry of teeth, tongue and saliva, both of your fighting for dominance. You nipped at his lip causing him to growl into your mouth. Inhaling it like the finest drug it drove you further, scraping your nails along his neck.

Breaking the kiss for air your smirked at the tall handsome outlaw before you. ‘Take em off’ you ordered ‘fuck me Arthur.’ A cough of disbelief burst from his chest, normally he was the one in charge. Dropping you down he quickly undid his trousers, letting his thick veiny cock spring out. It never ceased to impress you.

Spinning you round he pushed your cheek hard into the stone wall. Unbuckling your jeans be pulled them down just to your knees, before firmly smacking his hand against your ass. ‘Fuuuuck I missed you’ he admitted between clenched teeth. ‘Yeah? Show me Arthur. Show me how much you missed me’ you whispered into the darkness. ‘Oh I’ll show you darlin’. I’ll show you …’

With that he ran his fingers along your slit, not surprised to find you soaking. You were always so wet for him, always so responsive. A groan of approval left his lips as he slipped a finger into you, stretching you ever so slightly. Hissing through your teeth you braced your arms against the wall.

He moved his fingers in and out, slowly at first before building into a rhythm. Feeling every fibre of your aching pussy, feeling how wet you were, feeling how your body responded to his touch. Quiet gasps left you with each movement, screwing your eyes shit you let the heavy night air swarm over you. He added another finger making you arch your back, weaving his hand into your hair he pulled you back into him.

‘Good girl.’ The praise slipped off his tongue like it was the devil himself speaking to you. Gritting your teeth you gave yourself over to him, succumbing to his every will, his every need. Putty in his hands.

In one swift motion he removed his fingers placing them in your mouth, you sucked them eagerly. Feeling his every growing erection poking into your ass. He revelled in the feeling of his fingers in your mouth, the silky feeling of your tongue on his fingers knowing you were getting off on tasting yourself. ‘Wan me to fuck this pussy of yours sweetheart? That what chu want?’

Nodding furiously you sucked his fingers clean, savouring your own justices as they danced along your taste buds. Spanking your ass once more he nipped your ear ‘spread your ass for me.’

Leaning back against the wall your pressed your shoulders into it, using your hands to spread your ass open for him. ‘Damn’ he whispered to himself, lining his cock up to your hole he pushed himself in. Your wet pussy drinking him in instantly, both of you moaned in unison as he filled you completely. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix as he fucked you against the wall.

His grip on your hips was deadly, bruising, all consuming. He slammed his body into yours, it was brutal, over and over again. You both moaned into the night as he dominated your mind, body and soul. Releasing one of your cheeks you reached down and played with your clit. ‘That’s it, jus’ like that darlin. Fuuuck’ he drawled, you could hear how close he was. His voice was wavered and tense.

‘Arthur … don’t stop … fuck’ you hissed biting your lip. Your muscles tensed under your moist shirt, pulling you closer and closer to oblivion. ‘Cum on my cock darlin’ … I got chu.’ He words of praise pushed you further and further, the way his voice growled in the darkness like some unknown deity from long ago.

Feeling yourself tighten you moved your fingers faster and faster. ‘Oh … fuck … Arthur right there.’ With one final thrust you fell into void of complete and utter pleasure, your hearing muffled and your throat went hoarse as you rode out your high. Bucking and clenching over his cock you rode out your high, biting into your hand to muffle your moans.

Arthur’s breath began to falter, catching in his chest as he neared his orgasm. Placing his hand on your shoulder he tried to stabilise himself as he pulled out. Shooting his cum all over your ass and back. Bending down he rested his head on your shoulder as he caught his breath. He chest heaved into your back, you could feel his heart thundering in his chest.

Humming to yourself you reached behind and cupped the back of his head ‘always a pleasure Arthur.’ He chuckled against your back before standing up, placing himself back into his trousers. He grabbed one of his gun rags from his pocket and cleaned you off before helping you stand.

Once you had tucked yourself in you placed your hair in a messy bun offering him a warm smile. Cupping your chin he kissed you firmly on the lips before staring into your eyes, ‘strangest bounty hunter I ever met.’

Placing a strand of hair behind his ear you giggled ‘only for you Mr Morgan. I could take you in if I wanted. But I like this game more than the money. Till next time’ you winked as you hopped up onto your horse, before galloping off into the Lemoyne night.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: swearing, some fighting - all in your honour though!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

After a long day, your s/o decides to take you to a nearby tavern and have a drink. It had been a while since either of you had gotten out without a duty to do. However, your evening was cut short when a drunken asshole insulted you.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍

・Merlin would never be able to keep such a big secret from his spouse; he'd want to give every part of himself to you. And so he had. You welcomed the secret with open arms.

・So when you made your way down to the tavern after a particularly challenging day, you were not expecting to be outright insulted.

・The bald fat (toothless) man let the words escape his drunken mouth without the hint of a thought of consequence.

・Big motherfucking mistake.

・A bewildered laugh came from Merlin. His mind already sifting through the many spells he was about to use.

・You looked at him, and simply nodded. This day had been too heavy, and the insult, no matter how untrue, was still hurtful.

・'Out of nowhere' (as some patrons would later explain it), the man flew from his chair and landed in the lap of the burliest man there.

・Strong man was furious and as he looked down, anger rose within him (you could physically see it ... he turned red...)

・Without even lifting a finger, your hater had been punched, and kicked straight out of the tavern. Not before Merlin made him land in a pile of dung.

𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐓

・When your honour is in question Lancelot does not play around.

・As he hears the insult, automatically, his head moves to the left, and he blinks once.

・Without a word he unsheaths his sword and waits for the low life to do the same.

・When the low life doesn't, Lancelot makes someone give him a sword, and drags him outside.

"I'm going to make you think twice before saying such filth."

・And the high pitch ring of steel on steel rang out in the air.

・The whole time your head was in your hands, because truly, you had heard worse. You were tough, and all you wanted to do was get a bit sloshed with your hot ass husband.

・But no, he insisted on fighting for your honour ... like he always does.

・And low and behold, the Knight of Camelot won.

"Are you alright, my love?" Lancelot's lips were pressed against your ear, and you nodded.

"You know you don't have to do that for me-"

"Oh I know," he replies quickly, giving you a half smile. "But you are my spouse. And I will always protect you."

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑

・Scoffs, a smirk on his lips as his eyes narrow on the idiot who insulted you.

"Do you know who I am? Well... I guess not. Someone with a brain would never insult the King nor his Queen/Consort"

・Gasps were heard around the tavern

And the man went as pale as Gaius' hair

"Ah, I see you've figured it out. Thought I might have to spell it for you."

"Oh Arthur," you scolded, bumping his shoulder.

・You had heard it all in your lifetime, and one day you decided that the words of sheep do not affect a tiger.

"What would you like me to do with him, my love? The dungeons? The stocks?"

・You watched as the man quivered. He would have been in his mid-twenties, barely a whisker on his chin.

"Hmmmm," you pretended to think. Your mind already made up. It was a silly little comment, from a silly little boy.

・Arthur knew you too well, his gaze turned stern on the young man. A rusted sword hanging on his hilt. He had begun to shake.

"I think we should leave him be. Maybe he won't let his tongue wag so freely."

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋

"Excuse me? What was that?"

・Percival instantly shot up from his seat at the table. The candle flickered as he did so, and you reached out to steady it.

"Perci, it's fine, really." You mumbled, not wanting to draw more attention to yourself. But one of the positives of having such a huge husband is that he will win against nearly anyone in a fight.

・Well, most of the time, men are too scared to even fight him.

・As was your insulter.

・Whose bravado slowly diminished as he watched the large Knight loom over him.

"What I- what I meant was-"

"Apologise."

"Sorry, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean it!"

"Now leave."

"Yes, yes of course!"

・You were actually impressed by the cowardice of this man. He didn't put up one ounce of a fight. Just followed exactly what Percival said.

"Thank you," you whispered, a smile appearing on your face.

"No. Never thank me. I will always stand up for you."

𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐍

・A raise of his eyebrow, and a turn of the head. A cold, intimidating demeanour washing over him. Elyan noticed the clean face, shining armour and coat of arms on the man's cloak.

"Say that again. I dare you." His voice was a growl; low and rumbling.

・The man, no, knight, did not shrink or apologise.

"Oh what a match. The marred and the deaf. A great pair-" the knight turned around and laughed with his men.

"Mmm." Elyan looked at the arse like a snake deciding on dinner.

・Your hand itched to grab the dagger at your waist, but Elyan knew you too well.

・Looking at you, he put a hand on your arm and slightly nodded his head. I want to handle this, his eyes said.

・Folding your arms, you took a step back, 'be my guest,' you answered with a smile.

𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄

・Aggressive asf

・Doesn't even ask who said it first, he just throws himself at anyone and everyone who laughs

・Absolutely punching and kicking, grabbing heads and banging them together.

・You shake your head but join in, because that's part of the reason Gwaine loves you. You never let him have all the fun.

・And you would never let anyone talk crap about you. Especially to your face. That's not the reputation you wanted to hold.

・But who knew brawls could be romantic? With Gwaine somehow they are...

・Especially when he holds a man down so you can give him a few punches, Gwaine smiling at you.

"That's my girl/that's my guy"

・But it's not like you're allowed into many taverns anymore

・Only when Arthur, the King is there, that you're allowed to enter.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍

・Instantly his nose flares, invisible steam streaming from them.

"Apologise. This instant."

"Ooohooo," was the only reply he got. Along with the awful sound of drunk men's laughter. Well, more like coughing and wheezing.

"I'll ask one more time. After that, you'll be on the ground."

・The men barely looked in your husbands direction. Big mistake...

・Leon moved to block your view of what he was about to do.

・Because his word was truth.

・Within a second, the man who insulted you was on the floor, nose broken and bleeding.

・Once he's sorted it out, Leon turns to you and holds out his arm for you to take.

"Are you alright my love?" His concern falls on you and doesn't leave until you're feeling better.

#witchthewriter #headcanons #bbc merlin headcanons #merlin #merlin headcanons #merlin bbc #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #lancelot #lancelot headcanons #elyan #elyan headcanons #leon #sir leon #sir leon headcanons #gwaine headcanons #gwaine bbc #camelot #the knights of camelot headcanons #merlin bbc headcanons #preferences #merlin bbc preferences #percival #percival headcanons #witch the writer's headcanons #arthur pendragon headcanons #emrys headcanons

[professional-nutria-enjoyer]

somethibg something rdr2 horse symbolism

mmmh i dont know if this has been discussed before but well, here is my take on it that no one asked for.

Attention! I may be overanalyzing some aspects

Oh and ❗ SPOILERS ALERT❗

Dutch: flashy, fast, expensive arabian and commonly thought of as the best horse.That alone tells you a lot of his personality, he is materialistic, possessive and his current mood changes as fast as his horse speed. His status is equivalent at the one of an arabian, at least among his gang. It's worth noting that it's not pure white, but cremello. Dutch isn't the light he promised at the people who follow him, it's just a facade, a play; something that gets close, but not enough. An Arabian the player can find up in Ambarino is actually pure white. The Count is such a badass name btw

Note 1) it's neat that they are both known for being hard to please

Hosea: second in line so his horse should be considered the second best (in terms of speed and stamina). Slim, athletic, fast, the silver Turkoman is the embodiment of agility. Hosea may not be physically agile, but mentally? He is a fast-thinker, deceiving bastard. He is known for his cunning personality and his ability to speak his way out of the most dire of situations. But he didn't have an arabian and his stamina run out before the former.

note 1) lovely tumblr user @i-will-bite corrected me with their golden and very appreciated addition to the post. Here i quote their words:

"It's not that Turkoman has less stamina than Arabian - they can go for days without food and water and cover great distances. The difference is: Arabians are made to gallop, Turkomans are made to trot; they need to go far, so they would rather save energy.So you can read that as "moving forward with determination but caution" :)"

Thank you so much again, i-will-bite. I think you can also read as how different Dutch and Hosea's thinking is, Hosea is willing to look after the immediate action, to what said action will bring to their future. Dutch instead only thinks about the here and now, any resemblance to some sort of plan (spoiler: he doesn't have one) was probably almost made on the spot. He deceived the gang by 'appearing' as the light they needed and he doomed them by trying to be the Hosea they lost.

Note 1 bis) sure, he was far gone even before Hosea's death but surely that was the very last straw he could take before going completely nuts.

Arthur: we know that Arthur's dead horse is named 'Boadicea' and I read somewhere (reddit or tumblr) that it's likely that his former equine friend was a Silver Dapple Pinto Missouri Fox Trotter. For one, it's commonly thought as the third best horse in the game (and Arthur is third in line) and in one of Albert Mason's side quests you get to see one, Arthur immediately recognizes it despite the player not having see it before, which means Arthur knows his business with this specific horse breed. The Silver Dapple Pinto mane is one of the most beautiful in the game (if not the most) and this could represent Arthur's ability in seeing beauty in the world surrounding him.

Micah: now I don't remember the specific horse breed (and I can't look it up online right now) but I think it was a horse useful for long distance riding which can explain why it took 6+ chapters for Micah to get ''''''''control'''''''' of Dutch's actions. Something everyone has surely noticed is that his horse is literally masked, and just like in Dutch's fashion it serves as an example of how he too is trying to deceive others by looking like the exact opposite of the rat that he is. Also his horse is literally the horse you get in the low honour ending of red dead redemption (1).

Will add more later

#Rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #horse #symbolism #hosea matthews #dutch van der linde #arthur morgan

[esqvella]

dancers

javier escuella/reader

summary: you decide to cheer up javier after guarma.

tags and warnings: spoilers???, low honour arthur, protective reader, charles is a good friend, dancing, emotional hurt/comfort, facial injuries (small cut on reader’s cheek), scars, established relationship, angst with a happy ending, fluff

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : yes to heaven - lana del rey (unreleased)

— ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ —

authors note: i wrote this whilst sleep deprived but anyway this is based on the little interaction (about javier) between charles and arthur saying: (charles): “he’s changed.” (arthur) “we should of left that little shit back in guarma” - as a javier simp it breaks my heart but i love him no matter what <3

disclaimer: please don’t repost, translate or plagiarise my works in any way, even with ‘credit’. thank you!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You sit nearby to Javier, idly stitching up his jacket. You can’t hear him say his hushed words to Charles, yet you see his mouth move and a bitter look in his eyes before moving away. Charles watches him go before looking at Arthur, who was lingering nearby. “He’s changed.” Charles states softly, looking to you. You smile sadly- truth be told, Javier had grown more cold since leaving Guarma. He wouldn’t tell you what was going on, but as his lover, you had your suspicions. “We should of left that little shit back in Guarma.” Arthur spits. Furrowing your brows, you feel anger rise. Javier was always nothing but sweet, there must of been something going on in his mind… he wasn’t as touchy with you- didn’t talk as much either.

“Quit talking about him like that, Morgan. He’s just stressed.” You stand, discarding your work and following Javier. “I’m sure we all are, but ain’t no one acting like him!” Arthur shouts back, scowling a little. You scoff. You had no idea why Arthur was so mean to the people he called family- Javier was always loyal. Searching through the camp, you pursuit your boyfriend as he moves through to the outskirts. Silently, you creep past Miss Grimshaw, not wanting to be caught off of work. “Javi.” You greet, gently touching his arm. He doesn’t jolt like he used to when you snuck up on him. “What’s the matter?” You ask, voice caring. “Nothing.” He deadpans, shrugging your hand off. “Javier, don’t lie to me.” You scold softly, hand sneaking to his lower back. “Y/n, quit it. I’m fine.” Javier snaps. You don’t back down. “Talk to me…” you whisper, stepping a bit closer.

Javier’s eyes continue soaking in the area around where the camp was nestled. “C’mon, Javi. Tell me what’s troubling you.” You whisper, cheek resting to his arm as you close your eyes, absorbing some of his body warmth. “There’s nothing wrong.” Javier’s voice is mute of emotion. “Javier… you’ve changed so much.” You reply, pulling away to look at him. He doesn’t respond. “You used to be so kind to everyone, what happened?” You whisper, hand moving up to his cheek, thumb rubbing over the light scar there. His eyes don’t meet yours. “Nothing. Everything’s fine, go stitch some clothes.” He pushes away, going to leave you. With the utmost care, your hands wrap around his bicep, pulling him back. Surprisingly, Javier let’s you. “I’m worried about you… I want my Javi back.” You frown, carefully hugging him.

Javier let’s out a shaky sigh, melting into your touch. “Lo siento, mi amor.” (i’m sorry, my love) Javier whispers, arms squeezing you tightly. “What’s wrong, Javi?” You ask once more, cheek resting upon his chest, listening to his strong heart. “I’m… after Guarma- i’m finally scared I could lose you.” He admits, hand rubbing your back. “Javi…” you frown, pulling away and looking at him. “I felt so helpless… I couldn’t save you-“ he chokes up a little, so you gently cusp his cheeks, letting his forehead gently meet yours. His fingers gingerly brush over the cut on your cheek. “I failed you, mariposa. I’m so sorry.” (butterfly) You wipe the tears away as they run down his face. “Javier, i’m fine. I promise. You didn’t fail me, i’m completely fine. There’s no need to worry about me, my love.” You soothe him, kissing his lips gently. “I let you get hurt- I’m sorry..!” Javier tightens his grasp on you slightly. “It’s not your fault.” You whisper, fingers combing some of his hair from his face.

Javier kisses you gently, as if you were made of delicate porcelain. You smile a little, kissing him a little harder to ensure him he wouldn’t hurt you. With the small gesture, Javier’s hands grasp your hips, lips hungry with touch-starvation. “I love you, mariposa.” (butterfly) He whispers between other kisses. You giggle at his clingy nature coming back into light. “I love you too, Javi.” You reply, smiling. Javier smiles too, kissing you again. “Dance with me, mi paloma.” (my dove) He pulls your hands, leading you further away from camp. “With no music?” You giggle, accepting anyway. “We don’t need music, amor.” (love) Javier responds, lifting your hand overhead to twirl you. You can’t help but laugh a little, settling into the gentle dance. You were truly elated that your Javier was back.

#// first post #red dead redemption #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 charles #rdr2 javier #javier escuella #javier x reader #javier escuella x reader #rdr javier #low honor arthur morgan #charles smith #|| 📔 ESQVELLA WRITING

[jordanstark007]

Chapter Six

Alex Cabot / Amelia Chase

Watching two marines and two ADA’s book it down the halls of the DA’s office was obviously a disturbing sight, especially for the junior baby ADA’s. Not that Alex cared in that moment Jack McCoy and Arthur Branch could suck it.

When they got to the hospital they simply followed the line of detention officers that lined the halls, although Enzo and Casey didn’t miss the sight of Pam Adler in a bed of her own littered with more cuts and abrasions than either could count.

The issue was that the shiv had pierced her lung, and with the bacteria on the weapon Amelia was still at risk of infection. Sepsis was incredibly possible which is what lead to the group all pacing or sitting anxiously in the waiting room.

Alex finally broke, standing, “I’m going to talk to Pam Adler.” Casey caught her wrist as she walked past,

“Don’t do anything I have to prosecute you for.” The ADA nodded curtly, although the thought was tempting.

“Of course.”

Walking into Pam’s hospital room Alex could finally appreciate the injuries that Amelia had caused, the former lawyer glared at Alex, “Come to gloat councillor?”

Alex shook her head, “I came to ask why you did it.”

She shrugged, “Bitch was gonna take my parole of the table, and I had to shut her up.”

The ADA nodded, “Parole’s off the table and the DA’s office will be pressing charges for attempted murder, that’s another 20 years.”

Pam laughed although it didn’t last long as she winced, “She’a really got you following her like a lost puppy it’s impressive honestly, the great Alexandra Cabot in love with a criminal.”

Alex glared at the woman, “Ex-criminal who’s record will be expunged, I’m going to make this simple for you going after someone I love, bad idea because I will bury you until your chocking on dirt.”

“That a threat councillor?”

“A promise.”

When Amelia woke up Alex was at her bedside, a hand clutching hers, she was groggy the world spinning as she stared at the ceiling.

“I must be in heaven, because I’ve got an angel at my bedside.” Alex laughed hurriedly wiping away the tears,

“No your here, alive with me, Pam’s being charged with attempted murder and your hearing has been moved forward to next week.” Amelia nodded with a low groan,

“I love you Alexandra.” She feel to unconsciousness following that although Alex’s hand still gripped hers.

“Councillor your representating the defendant Amelia Chase.” Trevor nodded,

“Yes your honour.” The judge nodded,

“I understand have a motion.”

“I do, based on new exculpatory evidence, defense moves to vacate the sentence of Amelia Chase.” Judge Petrofsky nodded,

“People.” Alex stood,

“The people believe there has been a miscarriage of justice in this case your honour due to newly discovered evidence with the alleged victim admitting to wrongful accusal and disrupting a criminal investigation, and the murderer and her accomplice admitting to police that Amelia Chase had no part in the murder of Sydney Greene, as well as the sighed statement from a pyschologist stating that the defendant didn’t posses the mens rea to commit the crime due to her mental state. The people ask that both verdicts be vacated.” Judge Petrofsky nodded turning to look at Amelia, the woman still nursing her injuries,

“Ms Chase please rise.” It took a moment but she eventually managed it,

“On behalf of the state of New York and this court I’d like to apologise for the gross oversight of justice, and today it is my duty to vacate that conviction. You are free to go, bailiffs if you could remove the restraints.” Amelia sighed relieved,

“Thank you, your honour.”

Walking out of the prison toward the sisters the relief radiated from Amelia. She was free. And seeing Alex stood waiting for her, that brought about a peace she never thought she’d feel again.

“Hello gorgeous.” Alex smiled walking toward her wordlessly pulling her in for a kiss, it was deep and passionate although gentle to mind her injuries.

Breaking from the kiss Amelia smiled her arms wrapped around Alex, the lawyer speaking softly, “It feels good to do that without worrying about being caught.”

Amelia nodded feeling a large burden lift feeling Alex burrow into her arms, she revelled in the feeling of comfort. “I agree.”

Her first day as a free woman, she spent in bed with Alex wrapped around her, her fingers tracing the bare skin of the blonde, as they lounged in bed.

“The FBI approached me about working for them, before I was released, they reiterated the offer when I got out, I received the email an hour ago.” Alex looked up at Amelia her chin resting in her collarbone,

“Doing what?” Amelia pressed a kiss to Alex’s temple,

“I’d be working as a special agent, when they found out I got a confession out of one of their serial killers for the murder of 24 people, they extended the offer. I think I’m gonna take it.” Alex smiled pressing a kiss to Amelia’s collarbone,

“Does that mean I’m gonna lose you to San Francisco?” Amelia shook her head,

“There’s a task force being assembled here in New York of Agents, profilers, behavioural analysists, I just got you Alex I’m not ready to let go of you just yet.” Alex breathed a sigh of relief their lips meeting softly,

“Good because I’m not letting you go either.”

Alex would never admit it but seeing Amelia in her uniform, made her want to immediately rip it off. The badge, the gun, God did those do things to her.

“We still on for tonight?” Alex nodded as they danced around each other in the kitchen,

“Of course, I’ll meet you at the restaurant, 8pm.” They separated when Amelia dropped her off at the DA’s office a fleeting kiss before she hurried up the steps.

It seemed Alex had walked away from her blissful bubble of a week and weekend straight into the lions den when she entered her office to see Casey with a teasing smirk,

“So I didn’t hear of Amelia all week, or weekend, and you week off seemed to have coincidentally coincided with that, anything to say about that councillor?” Alex cocked a brow,

“I plead the 5th.” That made Casey snort a laugh,

“I also heard a rumour that your fucking an FBI agent, what do you have to say about that councillor?” Alex blushed a deep crimson crawling up her throat.

“Amelia received an offer to work for them, she took it, todays her first day.” Casey quirked a brow already pulling out her cell,

“And I’m now $50 dollars richer, Abi bet that she’d go straight back to Wall Street.” Alex giggled quietly setting down her briefcase,

“But in all seriousness SVU called, they gave up warning about the new case their prosecuting, a pedophile ring, seems like we’re going to be drowning in paperwork for the foreseeable.” Alex groaned but nodded regardless,

“Alright thanks for the heads up, I’ve got an arraignment in an hour call me if they get anything.” The red head nodded diligently, sauntering out of the office.

#law and order svu #alex cabot #casey novak #l&o svu #svu #feral adas #lgbtq #feral detectives #amelia chase

[leechjuice]

i was passed an open tag from @cruelflesh cause she knows i love these little games, and in honour of finishing up the first draft of my religious literary thriller, THE MAGNOLIA CLUB, i thought it a perfect time to share some with all of you.

⇢ my words are rust, ember, damp, breath & teeth

♰ " RUST " ♰ — THE MAGNOLIA CLUB, CHAPTER 21

Waylon idled below, framed inside the porthole window like an octopus swept through a current, dressed in his best whites, held together solely by a string of other people’s graciousness. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows but nothing saved them from the reddening soil—his fingertips were stained with it, his cuffs a keen shade of tetanus rust. He’d been in the garden since Mrs. Gaskill and her two middle-aged daughters finished setting out refreshments, long enough for the frankincense to burn clean out, well past when the hinge cover on the casket had been gently, quietly shut. She was out there now, a reflective floral entity on the beige lawn, pressing him to come inside. He did—only after driving the rest of a bruised belladonna tangle into a plastic garbage back and smoothing back the wilting hair from his lightless eyes.

♰ " EMBER " ♰ — THE MAGNOLIA CLUB, CHAPTER 9

“Easy,” warned Arthur, a cooling ember. “We’re not callin’ anyone.” Edith straightened from Midge’s side, taking a lengthy assessment of each of them where they stood; mismatched chess pieces on a muddy board. She tossed a sweeping hand towards the road, a dense wall of smoggy breath rising from her tense lips. “We’re goin’ on a ride. So’s she.” “Now?” Jeri intercut, her fear reeling her closer, trembling in the cold dark. “All the way out to that ol' highway? At this hour?" “Please,” Edith begged, “spell it out for all us morons.” The blonde took towards the parking lot and left Midge at Arthur's mercy, and he came quickly to her aid in a terribly familiar, jacket-donning way that made her fear for the imminent end, certain that the Lord would strip them each away from her before she was ever ready. “If you’re right, an' some fella's layin' out there on the road, havin' done this to her—then I wanna make sure the cunt’s good an’ dead.”

♰ " DAMP " ♰ — THE MAGNOLIA CLUB, CHAPTER 17

The incomparable black of Ruby's backwoods midnight made a joke of her; the tangles of bony, low-hanging willow and marshy soil didn’t help. She'd never have the time or awareness to duck if a branch swung at her; staggering the suffocating blindness, tramping like panicked hunting dogs through damp carpets of kudzu, all that came to Midge were spatters of static colour, dressed by her anxieties—Audrey, sallow and freckled, her corpse torn sloppily in two. Two dusky blue eyes pointed lazily at the sky, her painted nails locked into clawing fists at her throat, purple around the corners of her slack lips. Now beneath the hum of crickets, Gage was a wild thing in among the weeds, his eyes just two light-bouncing plates in the dark, black holes of electric lunacy. Now, he had a knife the size of a small pie server in his oily hands. Now he was grinning, skulking behind a nearby tree, stinking with adrenaline. Now, something was eating her. Now, something was tearing her apart. They’d let her go—that always kickstarted problems. The moment someone stepped out of Midge's sight, they were good as—

♰ " BREATH " ♰ — THE MAGNOLIA CLUB, CHAPTER 4

“Well, it ain’t about that damn veteran and you know that, ‘cause you’re smarter than me, and you’re smarter than them,” said Jonas, casting a finger in the same direction Midge’s gaze only just shrank from, “which means you know I love you whether I’m away or not. An' you know I care about what y'think, and how y'feel, and how folks around here see you. ‘Cause I get it—Midge,” pled Jonas, in the terrible, doting way she'd only ever suffered from others, “I try to get it, and if I don’t, I let you be. But they won’t even try.” It hurt more than usual to love her brother that night. To see even under hallway shadow the deepening bruises around his hazy eyes, sure to be yellow-rimmed by morning, his eggs and bacon set in doubles with duplicated plates and silverware. “That's why you didn’t come home?” fell Midge’s words like a dead bug on a sill, cut right from her breath. “You’re embarrassed of me?”

♰ " TEETH " ♰ — THE MAGNOLIA CLUB, CHAPTER 16

The darkness caught Midge's wrists and slid her through the split in the door, drawing her into a well of warped shadow which sluggishly took shape and meaning; a half-shredded bookshelf and pool of books, a molehill of plastic bags stuffed with sewing supplies and skeins kissed by velvet mold, tongues of outstretched Halloween decorations, a desaturated spectrum of sweaters and tarps, old milk crates, swaths of spider silk, dead termites—decay. Midge staggered through a sole walkable path, fenced by canyons of old worth, and the house devoured the whisper of her sneakers on its warped barnwood floor. What had narrowed the entry was the great, many-fingered hand of a tree, jammed against the backside of the door, its paint scraped into an illegible language by years of eager winter wind gushing through the swollen gash in the building's left side. Its roots burrowed deeply between the separating planks, coiling around the blackened teeth of an unused fireplace, smothered by sheddings of bark and a surmounting pile of rot-sweet crabapples.

i love you @cruelflesh so u have to do it now, and i'll leave an open tag for anybody who sees this and wants to join!

♰ your words are soil, shy, bleed, needle & spirit ♰

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[the-kr8tor]

Ph yeah me too I killed random people too because why not? ALSO MY HORSE KEEPS DYING I SWEAR. IT ALWAYS FLYS AWAY. Also my favourite part is dressing up the cowboys I think on my first playthrough I got low honour ( IT WAS HORRIBLE) so i replayed for high honour

I love to combine my interests. Hobie would be a sick gunslinger

LMAOOO Me too! I love dressing up my multiplayer character and Arthur (turned them into my barbie dolls 🤣🤣)

YOUR HORSE KEEPS FLYING??? HOW??? I've only had one horse die on me (i was devastated) bc I love them sm. I had the highest honour bc Arthur is a sweet baby angel who can't do anything wrong (he has killed so many ppl)

Hobie as a gunslinger you say?? 🤔

#ask answered #chatting with lovelies #🫶🫶🫶

[zaharya]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Thank you so much for the tag @spiritofcamelot! 🥰 let's get into it then!

Horizons Over Battlegrounds — BBC Merlin, 14.5k Honestly, if someone only ever reads one thing of mine, I hope it's this one. It's a canon era fic, specifically based on that scene in s4 where the knights prank Merlin by pretending they didn't leave any food for him. I always hated this scene, it felt so utterly wrong that they would treat Merlin so terribly — this fic is my fix-it for that atrocity. It's also just some of the best writing I ever produced, and I never felt like I reached that standard again since. So yeah, this one is my pride and joy.

I wish I'd known then — BBC Merlin, 7.5k (WIP) Merthur watches Heartstopper, my beloved. Yes, this is a WIP, but it’s one of my favourite things I ever started. It was supposed to be a quick, fluffy Drabble for Dopamine, but has grown far far beyond that; it’s probably the most detailed character study I’ve ever done of Arthur — and also Nick and Charlie from Heartstopper 😅 Writing it is definitely a challenge, especially the pacing, but it’s very rewarding too when I figure out how to do a certain part. (Spoiler warnings for HS season 1!)

Get Him Back — BBC Merlin; Loaded March (by Footloose) spin-off, 14.6k If you know me at all, you know I love fight scenes, but because most my fics are short, I rarely get to write them properly. This one finally gave me the opportunity, and these scenes are among my favourite fights I’ve written, ever, and it makes me sad that only so few people will ever see them. I mean i get it, it's a spin-off but I’m sad anyway (maybe a bit less now that I have another fic with fight scenes; A Faire Fight).

Blackout Beaming Gold — BBC Merlin, 18.7k Steampunk AU my beloved! Originally written for Whumptober 2021, this one got a bit out of hand as well. I keep thinking that I wanna write a sequel, but I never find the energy to work it out in my head. My dear friend Sunfall also made amazing art for this, and it was such a joy to do this together. Featuring MurderFeline!Aithusa, low-key soulmates Merthur, pretty magic, and some quick fight scenes even.

My Breath In Your Lungs — BBC Merlin, 6.5k Another Whumptober fic, my Merman!Merlin AU; featuring a trapped Merlin, Arthur coming to rescue him, and one of my favourite not-quite-kiss scenes. I even commissioned art for it, and the lovely Miralya did an absolutely stellar job of it!

I know it says five favourite fics, but I have to give Mine To Protect an honourable mention, otherwise this just feels wrong. This is the first fic I ever published, and the older parts are honestly not up to my improved writing standards — hence why it didn't make the top 5 — but i’m still proud of having written something as big as this (213k WIP).

Tagging (without pressure of course) @tyalangand, @merlinlikethebird, @ask-geralt, @fabledfrog, @multishipperpirateking, @excited-insomniac and anyone else who feels like participating!

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[drizzledrawings]

Hi!! love love love your spider Arthur ❤️❤️❤️ I specially love that the markings on the front of his suit sort of resemble his jacket! Are the markings on the back meant to resemble a stag/stag horns? I wanted to ask and see if I was imagining things :P

Yes they are!!!!! Hehehe glad you saw that!

I’m thinking up a design for low honour Arthur suit too heheheheheheheh

#Ourthur