#amberino

[grizzlieswest]

replaying rdr2 chapter one: colter to feel something, pt 1/?

#prev grizzlieswest #rdr2 #rdr2 community #red dead fandom #rdr2 photography #rdr2 photomode #rdr2 screenshots #red dead redemption 2 #virtual photography #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #micah bell #colter #amberino #van der linde gang #rdr2 replay #theroanokeridge

[absolute-decay]

Happy Birthday!! :D

Thank you!! :)

#villainous ramblings #amberino

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Winter Springs bring Summer Flings

Okay, so, this is another request I managed to find, I'm very late on it and I'm so sorry for that, but I hope that you enjoy it.

@twola requested Arthur and reader in Cotorra Springs....kind of a hot tub, if you really think about it, to just see where things went.

Another NSFW one, and again I might be a little rusty on it, so, please, be patient with me as we go!

I hope y'all enjoy it!

Warnings: Female reader, NSFW 18+, swearing, and you know, typical 1899 things.

The further north you headed the colder it seemed to get.

Common knowledge really, you expected it, you'd dressed properly, packed properly, for the colder weather, the chilly air as you and your travel partner continued to move northern.

Arthur was a quiet guy, when he wanted to be of course, sarcastic and witty, but quiet when he wanted to be quiet.

You felt something towards him, something that you really didn't feel like sharing with him, it wasn't worth the rejection in your eyes.

Arthur felt something for you himself, and much like you, he didn't quite want to be rejected by someone he cared so deeply about.

He loved hanging out with you, usually it was you he asked to come along with him when he needed to get something done.

It's typical for the two of you to take trips like the one you're on now, leaving camp behind for days at a time, just the two of you.

You sigh to yourself as you continue to walk alongside Arthur on his horse, looking around.

Cotorra Springs.

You'd only been up here a handful of times, it was a nice enough place, a little spot of heaven in the cold. The hot springs were so warm, you'd often camped there to retain a bit of heat.

In fact the idea sparks in you as you look over at Arthur.

"Hey cowboy, it's nearly five, let's just take a rest here, we can camp for the night, and the hot springs'll keep us warm."

"But we can make plenty of time yet before dark..."

"Oh c'mon Arthur...please? For me? The water's hot and it's gonna be freezing the further up we go, this could be our last chance to be warm for a bit."

Arthur heaves a sigh, one you're used to hearing when you realize that you've won the argument.

"Alright...Okay, we'll settle here for tonight."

He gives a quiet laugh and turns his horse to the springs and leads the two of you towards them.

The two of you begin to set up your little camp for the night on the edge of the springs.

Two tents, as well as the fire all put into place, and before you realize it you're both settled comfortably.

You smile as you sit across from him at the fire.

Arthur smiles himself as he quietly pokes the fire, making some coffee for himself.

"So Arthur...What exactly are we heading up to Amberino for? And why are we taking such a roundabout way?"

"Toldja, there's a rare white Arabian up there, I've seen it, and I want you to help me catch it. Not albino like Dutch's this is WHITE."

"Okay...and we went the long way because?"

"I wanted to spend some more time away from camp. Dutch's been drivin' me nuts lately."

You laugh and give a nod of understanding as he continues to make his coffee.

After a while of sitting you decide to take a dip in the springs.

The hot water'll do wonders on your back, and you could use yourself a little wash as it is.

"Alright...I'm gonna go and clean up, okay Arthur?"

"Alright, make sure you don't wander too far."

"Of course."

You smile and then stand, patting his shoulder as you walk past him.

Luckily this far up in the woods no one really comes by the springs.

You get far enough away from Arthur that he can't easily see you strip and you get into the water.

You heave a sigh as you sink into the hot water, your back seems to scream in agony as you fully submurge.

The water is clear, almost crystal, and it's incredibly relaxing.

You close your eyes, leaning your head back against the dirt as you let the water wash over you.

Now the only thing you needed to worry about was getting scared by the gysers nearby.

You sit quietly for quite a while, your eyes closed and head back as you rest in the water.

It's not until you hear Arthur's voice that you're eyes shoot open.

"Jesus Christ woman!"

Your eyes spring open and you look up to see Arthur standing above you, his hand covering his eyes.

"I thought you were washin' your face or somethin! I didn't realize you were strippin'! Christ!"

"Oh c'mon Arthur...I'm not that ugly right?"

"No it's the oposite problem there Princess."

You feel your face redden as he says princess and you shuffle in the water.

"C'mon...get in with me, it's got plenty of room...the water is hot, it'd probably do a lot to help your back...."

"I ain't gettin' naked in there with you! I didn't even mean to see ya-"

"Arthur, it's not bothering me..."

Arthur sighs and you watch as he puts his hand on his hip and keeps the other over his eyes.

"A little warning would have been nice at least."

"I told you I went to wash up."

He sighs and finally moves his hand, but he looks up to the sky rather than you.

"I'll...close your eyes...I'll...I'll get in."

"Arthur, the water's clear I'll see it anyway."

He groans but starts to strip down.

"You don't have to do it Arthur. I'm just suggesting. It might really help you."

"I know you're right...it's why I'm doin' it."

You do your best to give him at least a little privacy and look away as he sets his clothes down next to the spring and climbs in.

As reluctant as he was to get into the water the groan of relief as he settles in is a dead give away that he was happy with the decision.

"Feeling a little better there, Cowboy?"

"Ain't had a bath this hot in years."

"Hard to get the water this hot and keep it hot. Natural Hot Springs, they're really nice to take a dip in every so often. I do it every time I pass through here."

"Might have to start doin' it myself, if it's this helpful."

You offer a smile at him and then look up again as the sky starts to slowly darken.

"Might stay in here until the stars come out really."

"Nice and warm in here. Can't blame you for wantin' too...even if I did think you were crazy for gettin' ass naked."

You smile and the two of you grow quiet again.

It's only a few moments before you decide that...now could be the time, the right time, for you to finally mention what you feel for him.

You scoot a little closer, until your hip touches his, and you can see the way his face reddens, at both the touch and the fact that the water does not conceal any secrets.

"So...Arthur...I...Um....I think...maybe this is long overdue but...I want you to know that you mean....an awful lot to me...I'm...well quite frankly I'm very sweet on you."

Arthur seems to think about this a moment, trying to keep his eyes on yours , though you can't help but notice when his eyes drift downwards.

"I'm...I'm pretty sweet on you too, if I'm honest Y/N...Just...ain't never had the courage to tell you."

You smile and decide to take a chance. You let your hand graze his thigh beneath the water.

"Y/N...I'd stop there, if you aren't sure...If you start me up I don't think it'll be very easy for me to stop."

You smile at him, and move, straddling yourself over his lap as the water hits your shoulders.

"That's okay with me, so long as it's okay for you cowboy...I meant what I said. I've cared for you for a very long time..."

Arthur looks at you for a moment, a look in his eyes that seems to be torn between something of lust and yet a hesitancy.

After a few more seconds he decides what he wants and your lips crash together.

You can feel his hands come to your hips as yours go over his shoulders, your hands interlocking as they reach his back.

He kisses you as if it's the last time he'll get to do so, heavy and fast, his hands possesively grasping at your hips, pulling you even tighter against him.

He was already half hard when you straddled him, you could feel him as he pressed against you, it sent shivers through you.

He was kind of big, in all honesty. It excited you.

You let one of your hands cup the side of his neck, and pull away, only to kiss his neck, rather than his lips.

He gives a soft groan and his hand moves towards your ass, and his grip tightens as he pulls you close.

You lick his neck, towards his jaw, and Arthur seems to enjoy it far more than what you expected him to.

"Y/N...Princess...please..."

You kiss his neck again, to listen to the groan that leaves his mouth, it's fantastic. Low, growly almost, and yet at the same time it sounds...whiny.

You keep this up, his other hand moving to your inner thigh, squeezing it he seems to be trying to hold back.

You decide it's best to help him out a bit.

You reach between the two of you, and find his cock, gently you hover slightly, and position him as you settled down onto him.

He moans as you do, doing his best to not buck at the feeling.

"Fuck...fuck...Y/N...Y/N please....It's been a while..."

"It's alright Arthur...it's okay...I promise I'll have fun regardless,"

Arthur manages a chuckle, and his hands move back to your hips, eager for you to start moving.

You take that as your que and gently rock your hips against him, watching as he tilts his head back after a little while, sighing as you move.

His hands grip your hips and he guides you the way he needs. Down, back, and up, repeat.

Down, back, up, repeat.

His hands feel massive against your thighs, and pair that with the sensation of his lips against your chest and neck, you feel just as happy as he is.

You moan quietly, softly as the two of you find a rhythm together, Arthur moving his hips with you.

"Y/N...Wish I'd told you a long time ago how I felt...You feel so good...."

He groans against your skin, kissing your neck fervently.

"I should have said something..."

You mumble out, your hands on his shoulders tightening slightly.

Arthur's only response is to push his face further into your neck, leaving kisses there.

"Arthur..."

You murmur his name, moving yourself a little faster as the two of you keep up your movements.

The fast pace was the right decision, Arthur's pace moves faster too, bucking up into you, as he does his best to quiet down.

His lips go over your neck, your chest, licking, sucking, biting, making you moan.

It's not much longer of this before you feel yourself nearing the end.

You shove your forehead against his shoulder, moaning his name as you clench your thighs, around him as his hands squeeze your backside.

He's soon after, his hips erratic as he groans deeply and leans his own head back, covered in sweat as his thrusts get weaker and weaker.

Finally he stops, breathing hard, you are too.

"Christ Darlin'...That's...I guess maybe we should start doin' that more on these trips."

"I think that's a wonderful Idea."

"Yeah, you would. You only keep me around for my shockingly good looks."

"Oh shut up Arthur."

PLEASE FORGIVE ME IM STILL TRYNA GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #rdr2 community #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x reader

[444names]

Names generated from German, French and Italian forenames, including the letter combo "Er"

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#444 names #444names #dnd names #fantasy names #name stash #fantasy name #names #markov gen #markovgen #character names #random fantasy names

[that-thing-in-the-closet]

Playing chapter 2 rn and have decided to go live in the abandoned outpost in amberino. We are living a carefree life, making money from hunting and horse taming. This is how rdr2 ends.

#aster flowers #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #chapter 2 #horseshoe overlook

[hvrperd]

yunju ha dicho : hey, ¿te llamas ava? me dieron tu bebida por error .

' definitivamente no me llamo ava ni creo tener cara de llamarme ava ' y es un misterio por qué resulta tan ofendida al respecto. celestes se posan extraño liquido de color marrón amberino, seguramente el famoso pumpkin spice latte ' tampoco tengo tan mal paladar, pedí una café con leche... supongo que te has ganado una bebida gratis en caso de que ava no aparezca '

#⭐ ✶ .ᐟ p. in the eye of the hurricane ⸺ interacciones . #c. yunjun #¿harper que pleito personal tiene con ava? ni yo sé; ah :$

[big-boah-2]

The Loft in Amberino.

#rdr2 #rdr2 photography #rdr2 photomode #arthur morgan #arthur morgan rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #tattooed arthur morgan #arthur's journal

[seven-oomen]

His worth wasn’t based on what he did for others around him. Especially not those who used him every day only to hurl backhanded compliments or thinly veiled insults at him. And yet-

The gentle steps of his horse kicked up powdered snow as he rode through the white blanketed mountains of Amberino. He’d been riding for the last few days, making his way from the great plains all the way out West to the snowy mountains of the Grizzlies. Just him and Isaac huddled together on good, faithful Boadicea.

All these goddamn years of fighting for him and working his ass off to keep them all safe. Only to realize he’d never be good enough.

‘Have faith, Arthur, trust the plan.’ ‘I just want what’s best for you. You and Isaac, and John and his family. Don’t you want that too son.’ ‘Arthur, my boy, with your… condition, it’s best that you leave the decisions to me. You want what’s best for you and Isaac, don’t you?’

#i'm back writing babes #ben writes fanfic #I don't have much but it is something and I don't mind it so far

[trippin-over-my-fandoms]

YOU’LL BE HOME IN SPRING , I CAN WAIT TILL THEN

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 photography #rdr2 photomode #amberino #lake isabella

[reddeadreference]

Point of Interest - Mysterious Hill Home

-Click here to return to the index page for Points of Interest-

This Point of Interest is located in Amberino.

Journal Differences

Arthur: Wonder who lived here?

John: I wonder who lived in this odd home.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 photo mode #rdr2 journal

[connoraxel800]

May 9th, 1899

Amberino

Along the Spider Gorge

The wind blustery winds tore through the coats of the disheveled riders as a line of weary horses and frost-covered wagons marched through a snowfall. Two men rode side-by-side as the heavy gusts battered them from all sides. The younger of the two squinted through the haze, attempting to gaze ahead, but he could only see so far. 

The older of the men looked at his companion. "I know you want to know how they are, Dutch. But we must find shelter soon. Davey and Jenny are badly injured. They need a warm place to rest."

"I know, Hosea, but they have to be somewhere. I need to know that they were able to escape Blackwater."

Hosea gave a sad nod as he thought of the members of their gang that were separated. "I worry for them too, but they're strong and smart. Wily too. We all know if anyone can survive this, it's that girl of yours." He paused speaking to give a small cough into his hands. "This weather, it's May. I just hope the law got as lost as we did."

Dutch gave his own nod in response and as he did, a figure appeared in the distance. The man held a lantern in one hand and rode atop a dappled gray and white Appaloosa. He tilted his hat slightly and lightly jersey his head in a direction. "I found a place, a little ways back. We can rest for a bit and hopefully let the wounded recover."

Dutch gave a wave of his hand to the caravan. "Come on, everyone! Come on!"

Everyone went onward to a small village. It was clearly abandoned without a soul in sight. It was perfect for a ragtag group to rest. People dismounted their horses or hopped from the wagons. A young man helped a preacher move a young woman from the back of one. She groaned in pain, holding her side. A red spot was leaking through her bandages onto her shirt. 

She was moved into the village's old church and laid her gently on a dusty pew. Next a man was brought in and laid on a parallel pew, his eyes shut tight, breathing clearly shallow. A woman knelt over him to wipe his forehead and feel his forehead. "He's feverish. I fear infection may have set in into his wound."

Dutch turned away with a glimmer of despair in his eyes. "If Cahill were here, he might know how to stave it off temporarily."

The young man who'd helped carry the woman, looked at her wearily. "Will she be ok?"

"We're not sure," came the answer, not one he wanted to hear, but it was one nonetheless. "I'll do what I can, but what I know about wounds is limited."

Dutch let his gaze wander around the room. The candlelight barely illuminated the room at night, but he could see the exhausted faces. They wore the same unsure expressions, nervous eyes darting around at one another. 

He stepped over by the fireplace as it got going, clearing his throat.

"I know things have been a little rough the past couple of weeks. Our gang isn't what it was just days ago and we've lost a few. Jenny and Davey are struggling, but I believe they can and will survive. And I believe we will find our missing people Mac, Sean, and of course Trixie and Cahill. They will all be found safely, I have faith.

"But I need you to all have faith with me, I can't do this all alone. We are one and we will make it through this. Stay strong and stay with me. It's the only way we will survive. They may be after us, but we ain't done yet!"

The speech led to a few sets of eyes lightening up and the group got to work setting up the camp. 

#reddead2 #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #red dead 2 #rdr2 arthur #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #lenny summers #rdr2 hosea #rdr2 oc #ambarino

[arthurmorgansleftlung]

Secret Cupid 💘

My @rdr-secret-cupid was *drumroll* @foundynnel !!!

This was so much fun to write!! Your prompts were super good! I went a little overboard and tried to tie in all three prompts — oops. Anyways, I really really really hope you like it! Also, I’m sorry it’s not being posted ~on Valentine’s day~!

And a big thank you to @rdr-secret-cupid for letting me participate!

⭐️⭐️⭐️

Bison Hunting // Sadie x Arthur // Secret Cupid 2021

Relationships: Arthur Morgan/Sadie Adler

Words: 2,475

Summary: Arthur, Hosea, and Sadie go on a hunting trip to Ambarino to find a bison.

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“You ready to go, Sadie, Arthur?” Hosea called quietly. It was early in the morning, probably five or so. Hosea, Arthur, and Sadie were riding up to Amberino from Lemoyne to hunt for bison, maybe some deer and fish as well. The cool, crisp air would be a nice break from the humid and swampy air that surrounded them now.

Arthur groaned as he walked towards Hosea, he was never a morning person. He lit a cigarette and placed it between his teeth, inhaling the smoke. Sadie yawned and stretched her arms before getting up and meeting the other two.

“You’re lookin’ a bit scruffy, aren’t ya?” Sadie pointed out Arthur’s beard. To be fair, it had been neglected over the past few weeks, and with everything going on with the Pinkertons, Cornwall, and everything else... it was excusable. Arthur scratched at his chin, finally noticing how unkept it was.

“Hmph. Maybe I am lookin’ a little rough. Can’t say yer any better, though. Didn’t have time to groom that mane of yours?” Arthur chuckled while Sadie grumbled in return.

“Alright, kids. If you’re ready let’s go. We wanna get there early so we have plenty of time to track the beast down. You’ll both have time to beautify yourselves while we’re there...” Hosea cracked a smile at the two and walked over to Silver Dollar to mount up.

Arthur and Sadie followed suit, Arthur on his white Arabian and Sadie on Bob. Arthur made sure to bring plenty of arrows, Charles had taught him if they wanted to hunt successfully, they needed to be quiet. And so they set off on their journey to the wintry and mountainous Amberino.

They avoided Valentine, but took a break in Strawberry just to walk around and grab some provisions from the general store. Arthur purchased plenty of snacks for his horse. Sadie, on the other hand, purchased things like kidney beans and strawberries. Hosea bought ammunition, and they were off again.

Arthur hummed a tune quietly, Hosea joining in occasionally. Sadie didn’t know these songs but enjoyed hearing them. The sun was now facing more west than east, which meant night was coming.

They had reached Ambarino by seven in the evening, which was a relatively quick travel time. Hosea and Arthur dismounted and looked for tracks of any kind, Hosea being the first to notice the faint hoof prints of what seemed to be a massive bison.

“Well, it has to have been here recently with snowfall like this.” Hosea muttered. Arthur murmured in agreement.

Sadie followed and squinted, looking for any sign of the animal. “I don’t see nothin’,” Sadie said with her well-known rasp. She had never been very good at tracking but was an incredibly good shot.

“You’ll learn!” Hosea grinned. “Let’s see if we can’t follow these tracks a little further, maybe we’ll get lucky and find it tonight.” Everybody got back in their saddles, Hosea leading the way and pointing out the different signs of activity for Sadie. The tracks eventually went through a river and made their way up a mountain. Everybody had grown tired.

“How about we set up camp and continue our search tomorrow?” Hosea suggested, and was met with agreement. Arthur started a campfire before joining Hosea in setting up their tents. It wasn’t long before they noticed Sadie looking frustrated.

“Why the sour face, Miss Adler?” Arthur asked. He then noticed that it looked like something crucial was missing from Sadie’s supplies: her tent. “Well, that ain’t no good.”

Sadie huffed at Arthur, sending a cloud of hot breath into the cold air. The one thing she needed most had been forgotten back at camp. Shit, she thought.

“Well, Ms. Adler, unless you’re against sleeping beside either me or Arthur, seems you’re sleeping in the cold.” At least Hosea offered some type of solution. She was closer with Arthur, and so she elected to sleep in his tent.

She seemed to be visibly, and audibly upset about her predicament all throughout their dinner of plump bird meat and kidney beans. What had gotten into her? She was never one to complain this much. Arthur was beginning to feel bad about the whole thing, was he really that hard to be around? Did he smell? Probably.

Hosea retired to his tent for night, reminding the other two that they had to be up early in the morning. Shortly after that, Arthur retreated back, leaving Sadie alone at the fire. She sat in her own little world, filled with emotions. Why had she so quickly decided to sleep beside Arthur? If she would have just thought about she would have known she wouldn’t have been able to sleep. She was in love with the man, for god’s sake! But what about Jake, her beloved late husband? What would he think of her now... sleeping in a tent with an outlaw? Sadie being an outlaw now? She couldn’t let her past define her present. This was not how she was.

“Ouch!” Sadie heard the quiet exclamation. It was Arthur’s low, gruff voice for sure. What was he doing? Sadie stood and made her way into the tent, where she found Arthur... shaving. He had cut his jaw, and pretty good at that.

“Oh.” Arthur was flustered when Sadie found him. “What? Can’t a man shave?” Sadie just looked at him, confused.

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with shaving, but you ain’t shavin’, you’re butcherin’.” She teased him, watching the small droplets of blood trail down his muscular neck. “Let me help.”

Sadie knelt down beside him, holding her hand out for the razor. “Well no wonder you nicked yourself, this things duller than Pearson.” Sadie laughed and then composed herself. She wiped the blade clean and did what she could to make it useable. Arthur sat patiently, waiting for her to bring the sharp... ish blade to his skin.

Sadie hesitated a bit before bringing the blade to Arthur’s cheek, careful to avoid where he’d hurt himself moments before. She had to remind herself to breathe. Was she really this close to Arthur’s face? She gently brought the razor down towards his jaw, leaving a trail of bare skin. She continued to do so until Arthur was clean-shaven, free of any cuts minus his own self-inflicted one.

“I’d say I did a pretty good job, Arthur!” Sadie chimed. Arthur felt his face, not used to the smooth feel. He had never been too good at shaving, even after multiple lessons from Dutch and Hosea.

“Now do I still look scruffy, Miss Adler?” He teased, recalling what she had said that morning. She rolled her eyes before glowering at him.

“No. But I can’t say my “mane” is any better than it was.” Sadie had tried and failed multiple times on the way to fix her hair, but riding on Bob made it a daunting task. Eventually she just gave up.

“I’m not very good at braidin’ things other than horse tails but... I can try. If you’d like.” Arthur flushed at his proposal, and Sadie’s ears turned a bright pink.

“Oh, uh... sure. I suppose you can try. You owe me anyway.” Sadie turned her back to Arthur and untucked her hair from her shirt, before retrieving her comb from her pocket.

Arthur combed through Sadie’s hair, careful not to tug too hard. He had never noticed the light golden streaks that ran through her hair, or the slight wave that it had. He began to braid her hair, the best he could. Her hair was much finer than a horse’s might be, and it kept slipping through his fingers as it was smoother too. Finally, when Arthur got down to the ends of her hair he tied it off.

“Ta-da...” That was her cue to admire Arthur’s strangely pristine braid. Sadie felt the braid between her fingers, loosening a few pieces to make it look a little more worn.

“Where’d you learn that from? Miss Grimshaw?” Sadie snickered at the thought of Susan critiquing a young Arthur’s braiding skills. Arthur scowled at her, not answering. She was right.

“Do you think we’re gonna find that buffalo tomorrow?” Sadie asked. Arthur pondered for a moment.

“Well, darlin’, we’re hunting with Hosea, so yes.” Sadie furrowed her brow at Arthur’s response. Darlin’? Her cheeks grew hot. She exaggerated a yawn and a stretch, similar to her same one that morning. At least she had her own bedroll. Arthur blew out the lantern in their tent, preparing for rest.

Sadie took her boots off, but left everything else on as it was incredibly cold, even in the tent. Arthur followed suit, taking off his pants, leaving him in his shirt and long-johns. He settled onto his bedroll and pulled his blanket up over his chest. Sadie shivered in the now dimly lit tent, had she forgotten a blanket too? God dammit, she cursed at herself.

“Arthur?” Sadie was plain embarrassed, it was evident. Arthur turned his head and glanced at her, ready for her question. “How big is that blanket...?”

“Big enough, I suppose.” He lifted the blanket up with his arm and gestured for her to scoot in. Sadie made her way beside Arthur, his body like a campfire. Or maybe that was just her mind. Laying so close beside him made her realize just how small she was, or maybe how big Arthur was. She pressed her smaller frame against his, and convinced herself to go to sleep. She would need the energy tomorrow.

Eight Hours Later

Sadie awoke to the sound of Hosea’s boots crunching in the snow, and something heavy weighing down her torso. “What—?” she was startled to see Arthur’s large, muscular arm wrapped around her waist, his hand gently cupping her stomach. In her surprise, she woke Arthur, who quickly pulled his arm away and flushed a bright shade of red.

“I’m sorry Miss Adler, I—“ He sat up and shook his head, moving his body away from hers. As if on cue, Hosea opened the tent and was greeted by two very embarrassed kids (kids to him at least).

Hosea struggled not to laugh at the two, “We got bison to hunt!”

Arthur and Sadie pulled their clothes on and made their way out of the tent, greeted by venison cooking over the hot fire. “Thank you, Hosea,” Sadie mumbled.

After a nice breakfast and breaking down their tents, the three saddled up. Hosea decided it would be best to head a little more North, since that seemed to be the way the hoof prints were headed the night before.

After about an hour, hoof prints gradually began to appear. They were large, and seemed to belong to the same bison they were tracking previously. The prints became more and more pronounced as they continued on. Once the prints were undeniably fresh, Hosea gestured for quiet and pulled out his binoculars to see if the bison was in shooting distance.

Sadie got Arthur’s attention and pointed towards a hulking brown beast: the bison. Hosea spotted the bison at the same time. In a hushed voice Hosea spoke, “Sadie, the honor is yours. You’re a better shot than I am anyhow.”

Sadie gulped and pulled out a bow, a gift from Charles. She lifted the bow up, gripping it with her left hand and notching the arrow with her right. She drew the bowstring back, felt the strength of the bow and pulled the arrow towards her cheek, the string pressing into her fingertips. She quickly evaluated the environment: how much further did she need to pull, how hard was the wind, how far would the arrow go? And with a quick snap, the arrow went flying and quickly found itself lodged in the heart of a bull.

“What a shot!” Hosea exclaimed. Hosea was the first to ride near the animal, knowing that if the bull was still alive it would be cruel not to mercy kill it. Arthur and Sadie followed. Upon closer inspection, they found the bison laying down on its side. It’s breathing was labored, slow. Hosea patted its shoulder, and thanked the bull before drawing his knife from his belt and piercing the heart once more. It’s breathing had now stopped.

“I suppose we should skin and quarter him now,” Hosea said. Sadie and Arthur brought their knives out, and quickly got to work, starting at the legs and heading towards the stomach for the cleanest skin possible. Eventually, they had successfully skinned and quarter the bison. They loaded what they could on horses, and abandoned what little was left for scavenging animals.

Sadie looked exhausted, she had done plenty of handiwork back when she lived on her old farm, but had never worked on an animal that large. Sadie rested her arms on Bob’s saddle, her tiredness showing.

Smack!

Sadie felt snow falling from the back of her head and neck, and realized: she had been hit with a snowball. She bent over and made one of her own before turning around and throwing it at Hosea.

Hosea looked shocked, but realized what had occurred when Arthur let out a jovial laugh.

“Alright, kids, that’s enough...” Hosea dismissed the two and slyly prepared two snowballs. He launched them at both Sadie and Arthur, hitting them perfectly. Perhaps years of being a gunslinger had benefited him!

Sadie gasped dramatically and returned the snowball to Hosea, and then immediately threw one at Arthur. A snowball fight had ensued!

They pelted snowball after snowball at one another until the sun had fallen more west.

“Alright... really, we should head out. We won’t have anything to bring back to camp if we stay another night. Wolves ‘n’ such.” Hosea warned. And so, they actually did mount up and head back towards the camp.

This time they didn’t stop to sleep, it was too dangerous to leave that much meat on the back of their horses in the wilderness.

When they finally made it back, sometime around six in the morning, it was clear that the three were tired. Those who were awake assisted in storing the meat. Pearson commended them all for the hunting, not leaving out any “surprised” remarks about Sadie’s ability to hunt.

Arthur headed to his tent, Sadie following him to tell him thank you for the fun time and letting her sleep with him the night before.

“Arthur? I wanted to say thank you... for, uh, lettin’ me sleep with you. And teaching me about trackin’ and such. And the snowball fight... goodnight.” Sadie was shy when she spoke, mumbling at some parts.

“And for braidin’ that mane of yours! Thank you for cleanin’ me up, too!” Arthur gestured to his freshly shaven face, which had already started to grow more hair.

“Right. You’re welcome. Goodnight... again.”

“Goodnight, Mrs. Adler.”

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[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Starving in The Dark

Okay another mini thing while I'm struggling to do the other responses rn, these ones I do while im laying down to go to bed lmao, but your requests will get done I promise!

Anyway! This is based on the thing I posted earlier today 😈 if you know you know.

Its very 18+ so minors DNI

WARNINGS!: NSFW, arthur literally devouring you, in general sexy things, chubby reader because I said so and theres not enough chubny reader and chubby arthur in this world

TAGS:@mrsarthurmorgan7 @photo1030 @kieropal @cantchoosejust1 @6kaja9

So lets get started!!!

You feel as though you're gonna loose a finger to the cold around you, even being bigger and retaining heat better than smaller people would, you felt frozen to the core.

After the gang had left the Amberino mountains on your run from the law you didn't figure you'd be back up here so soon, but here you were, shivering and shaking on your horse, even in your heavy coat, as you and Arthur trek through the snow the further you got into the mountains.

Granted the snow that you traveled through now was no where near as bad as it had been the first time the gang had come through here, but it still seemed to sink right into your bones, you could only imagine how cold your horses were.

But you refused to complain. Arthur had told you he wanted to take you somewhere out of camp, far away, just the two of you, so you could finally spend sometime together without being harassed by the others or being pulled apart to do other jobs.

Granted you would have appreciated it if he'd taken you somewhere warmer, but you weren't about to start whining when he was trying to do something sweet and thoughtful for you. It wasn't often the two of you got to sneak away like this.

"We're almost there Darlin' I swear, then I'll get the fire goin' and that cabin'll warm up quick."

Arthur looks over his shoulder at you, his face reflecting a mixture of guilt and apology.

He'd clearly recogonized your freezing state.

"I'm okay!" You lie through your teeth offering a smile, you hate seeing the big guy look so sad. "Just cold!"

"I know, I shoulda just had you ride in the same horse with me, woulda been warmer for ya." He sighs and then nudges his horses sides. "C'mon, pick up the pace, let's get there."

The two of you ride for just a little longer, snowflakes sticking to your eyelashes the further you go, until eventually the two of you come over a hill to see a rather small cabin on what would be a beautiful lake, had it not been frozen over.

You're quick to hitch the horses in a nearby area where they're slightly sheltered, and make your way into the cabin.

It's a little run down, but upon looking at it you realize someone's clearly cleaned it up, and as you look back at Arthur you realize he really has been planning this for a while. The bed is made and the floor's been decently cleaned, a stack of wood decently high is sat against one of the walls and the cuboards are stocked with food.

Arthur moves and closes the door behind him the moment the two of you step over the threshold, he gently kisses the side of your head before beginning to start a fire up for you.

You can't help but watch him as he works, crossing your arms in an attempt to retain your heat.

Even in the cold he keeps his demenor, which around you is a little softer, kinder.

There's a small smile on his face as he does his work and the cold air has caused his cheeks to bloom red.

"You look so cute in the snow." You mumble, taking note of his denim clad jacket, the collar lined with fur. It covers his cheeks a little, but not enough to cover the fact that his face gets slightly redder at your compliment.

"Now, I don't even believe you when you call me handsome," he chuckles and continues to throw wood into the stove settled in the center of the small cabin. "What makes you think I'll believe you when you say that?"

"Who says I need you to believe it grumpy?"

He simply offers another small chuckle to you before he starts to attempt to light the fire. Luckily it doesn't take long.

The fire blazes and you find yourself crowding in the front of the stove as soon as Arthur shuts the front of it and opens the vents to allow heat into the room.

He stands behind you, his hands gently grasping your shoulders and his chin resting on rhe crown of your head.

"Sorry it was such a long ride Darlin' and a cold one too." He mumbles under his breath, letting out a long sigh that you feel reverberate through your body.

"It's okay Arthur, really." You smile this time, to yourself, he needed this break more than you did, you were just happy he wanted to take it with you. You'd follow him anywhere he wanted to go, and this included anywhere.

"Hmm." He gives the hum in response and then another sigh before he lets go of you to move towards the bed placed against the wall across frkm where you stand.

You watch as he plops down and begins to take his boots off and his coat soon follows.

He himself is a big man, and even he seemed a little cold, that redness of his face, and the small chatter in his teeth that occasionally appeared, it was no surpise you were so cold.

"I know it's cold," he mutters. "But you should get that heavier stuff off and get under the covers body heat'll be better for the two of us then these cold jackets."

You offer a nod, and then move to meet him, taking your coat off as you move.

It was gonna be a cold night.

.............

You wake up sweating, with the smallness of the cabin and the constant wood going into the stove to keep it that way, plus Arthur's body heat, you felt as though you were absolutely swimming.

The two of you together, both bigger bodies, the heat you both gave off, it was a wonder he wasn't sweating his ass off too.

It's completely dark in the cabin, other than a little bit of fire light from the stove.

You manage to get up out of the bed without waking Arthur, sliding out of his iron grip as quietly and as gently as possible.

You do the only thing you can think of to get to a comfortable temperature and strip out of your night clothes.

Tossing them to the side you feel much better, still warm, but without the extra cotton its a much more comfortable warmth.

You give a quiet sigh and clamber back into bed, getting back under Arthur's arm as quietly as possible.

"Y' good?" His words are slurred agains your neck as you settle back down, and after a moment his hand finds your waist and he seems to wake a little.

"The hell did your clothes go?"

"It's hot in here Arthur-" you hear the whine in your voice and feel awful for a moment, but you realize now laying back under the cover with arthur again that you'll most likely wake up covered in sweat once more.

Arthur's silent for a moment, but then you feel his hand travel over your stomach, going a little lower, reaching your thighs.

He's clearly not thinking about the words you just said.

"Arthur you are not listening-"

"Kinda stopped after I realized your tits were out if 'm honest." He sighs and you feel a hot kiss against your neck. "What I wouldn't give to feel these around my head...."

He squeezes your thigh gently, his fingers crawling towards your inner thigh.

"I'm already warm..." it's a feeble excuse, and you know it, yiu absolutely love it when he gets like this, so despite your discomfort you know that you're more than likely going to go along with him.

"Maybe if you got out from under these covers ...let those pretty tits of yours hit the air..."

"What the hell are you suggesting?"

"Mhmmm...." Arthur's voice comes out as a groan in your ear, and he places a small kiss there, right behind your ear.

"I'm sayin'," he mumbles. "I think you should sit on my face..."

"Arthur!"

You've never done such a thing. Of course you've had him between your legs before, and you'd never deny him that, as he got pleasure out of it just as you did, in fact it was one of his favorite things, but NEVER had you ever sat on his face.

"I'm too big." You mutter. "Too heavy, I sit on your face and I'll sufficate you-"

"Good, a fine way to die." He kisses your neck again.

"Arthur I'm serious!"

"I am too."

You sigh and he simply gets closer to your ear.

"Please Y/n...Please, I want you to do it so badly....please."

He's begging you. How could you tell him no.

"Okay..." You mumble the answer after a few moments of silence. "But you have to promise to stop me if you can't breathe, please?"

"Of course, you're My Girl."

You feel a heat in your cheeks and move, watching as he moves to lay on his back.

He keeps his hands to the sides, lazily awaiting you to sit on your throne.

He motions you towards him with his two middle fingers on each hand.

With just that you're compelled.

You manage to manuver yourself to the right place, and you begin to squat over his face, hovering if you will, and you feel Arthur's hands latch onto your thick thighs.

"I said sit." His voice comes out in a growl and then with a tight squeeze and a single rough pull on his end you find yourself completely sat on Arthur's face.

You can't move, he hold's you tightly against his face, buried in your pussy.

His hands massage your thighs, and you can feel his tongue moving in the best way you can think of.

It sends tingles through your body, the way he seems to nearly devour you, as though he'd never had a meal in his life.

His mouth is warm, and wet as he licks, and licks, and each flick of his tongue that seems expert you can't stop yourself from letting out lewd sounds that make you grateful he's taken you all the way into the mountains.

You reach between your thighs, gripping his hair tightly as he has his snack.

"Arthur...." You doubt he can even hear you from his position, but you hope that he gets the message when you begin to move your hips, riding his face.

His hands move from your thighs to your ass, and he helps guide each thrust of your hips.

You take a moment to look down, meeting his eyes between your thighs.

He's got a look there that you've seen many times, full and utter lust.

You can feel his nost brushing against sensitve areas of your heat, and his tongue still works away at you, lapping like a thirsty animal.

One of his hands moves from your ass, wrapping over your thigh and reaching between your legs, finding your clit easily, as it's nearly second nature for him.

Your breathing is ragged as he continues his assult of pleasure on you.

You know it isn't gonna take much longer for you to come undone, and your grip in his hair gets tighter, he can tell it won't be much longer.

The faster his tongue gets the faster his hand goes, he matches the circular motion just right with everything else until-

"Arthur!"

You feel yourself clench up and your thighs close instinctually against Arthur's head, and he continues to lick, doing his best to help ride out your orgasam.

When you're able to regain your composure he offers a few taps on your thigh and you manage to move off of him, catching the glint of your arousal on his face from the small firelight.

"Next time, when I say sit on my face I mean sit." He swallows and you watch as he licks his lips before placing his hands behind his head. "I want you to smother me."

You simply blink at him, your heart still racing from your high.

He'd just eaten you as though you were his last meal and that's all he could say.

You blink and then look towards his waist.

You had some giving to do.

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[irishmacguirefucker]

Home

Or alternatively, Charles Smith loves his new family and would follow arthur anywhere

(4 pages of writing brought 2 u by me blacking out and typing a lot. TW: Hunting, non-descriptive skinning/harvesting of animals, Wolves)

Charles may be a newer member of the gang, but he was there long enough to be just as loyal as any other.

He found a family in these people, brothers and sisters and friends. He would stick with them until the end. An end that seemed to be rapidly approaching.

Charles Smith wouldn't consider himself much of an intellectual, but it doesn't take much to see that the gang life is dying out. As he and Arthur got close, they spoke of it a lot.

Arthur's new focus on treasure hunting was really confusing. For the second time, Arthur asked Charles if they could take a detour on a hunting trip to go find some treasure stash or another that he heard about.

They weren’t exactly in a rush to get back, so Charles didn't exactly have a reason to decline. And Dutch was in a foul mood lately anyway, so maybe coming back with a little treasure might help with that.

So he agreed and followed Arthur and his weird map, all the way up assfuck nowhere Amberino, AKA Coterra Springs.

The whole way there, Arthur seemed off. Neither of them are exactly talkative men, but this wasn't their usual comfortable silence. Arthur barely stopped, not taking the time to comment on landmarks or interesting animals, they even passed a herd of paints and he barely glanced at them.

Getting there was somewhat of a blessing, Arthur seemed happy they had made such good time and immediately wanted to try and find the treasure. Charles had to be the one to pull him back and point out the obvious signs of a wolf pack living nearby.

This seemed to ring a bell in Arthur’s mind, and he pulled out his journal, flipping to the back where he had various maps tucked away. Pulling out his Legendary Animals map, he showed it to Charles. Should they encounter wolves today, they would be dealing with some dangerous ones.

They made a plan, Charles would keep an eye out for movement along the treeline (as well as pull a distracted Arthur away from the geysers), and Arthur would search for the next piece of the Jack Hall Gang's treasure.

(Charles had broken the silence on the way there to ask. “Jack Hall Treasure...as in the gang? What were they doing hiding maps and treasure?”

Arthur responded lowly, not wanting any passersby to hear what they were out for. “Apparently ‘fore they died out, they robbed some banks out in California, ran out here to escape the law. Buried the gold they stole an’ wrote out the maps to find it again, but Hall got his gang killed and arrested with a bad robbery ‘fore they could go back for the money.”

“Huh, some story. Song don’t quite hold up, specially with Sean and Uncle singing it.” Arthur chuckled at that, “Most songs don’t with ‘em.” The break in heavy silence was nice, but short lived as Arthur set back to studying the map.)

Arthur seemed to be getting more and more frustrated with the doodles on the map, trying to compare it to his regular map, and his surroundings. Charles said nothing, focusing on what looked to be shifting forms in the trees, wondering if it was elk or wolves.

By the time he realized it was wolves, it was too late. They had herded the men and their steeds without the knowledge of either. Just as Charles was about to quietly get Arthur’s attention, the man spotted what he was looking for.

“Charles, I think I found the damned treasure!” He said loudly, and pulled out a rattling bag of coins, effectively scaring the nervous horses into rearing and setting off the wolves.

It was a close call, the wolf of legend was massive and more intelligent than the average wolf. The pack was bigger than either of them had seen. A few of them ran off after the fleeing horses and the men could only hope they would be alright as they dealt with the majority of the pack and the biggest of them all.

The wolves seemed to run at them in waves of 3 or 4, always outnumbering the men and getting mighty close to biting distance before they were shot down. It was almost sad, having to take out such a large number of mighty animals, but it was the wolves or them.

Just when the pack seemed to be thinning out enough that they might start to retreat, the massive legendary wolf made his move. He took down Arthur from behind, and it was pure luck that Charles landed a shot through its massive head with his rifle.

The moment the legendary wolf went down, the rest of the wolves seemed to realize they would not be getting their prey and retreated. Several wolves ran back from the direction of the horses and based on the lack of blood covering their muzzles, they were unsuccessful in their pursuit.

Before Charles could even be relieved by the horse's success, Arthur groaned from beneath the massive animal. Charles quickly fell to his knees and dragged the wolf's carcass off Arthur, briefly marvelling at its weight.

Arthur groaned again in relief and heavily pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Christ, I'm too old to be getting knocked down like that. Creature outta be nothin but muscle, taking me down like that.”

Charles laughed, half in relief and half at Arthurs commentary. “He was huge, I’ll give you that. He was likely nearing 150 pounds, very large for a wolf. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, just outta breath. Caught me off guard.”

Charles looked at the bag of gold coins sitting on the ground a few feet away. “Was it worth your treasure?”

Arthur seemed to remember it and quickly reached for the bag, apparently not wanting to get up yet. “Suppose we’re gonna find out.” Inside the bag was another map, that Arthur sighed at, but tucked aside to look at after.

He quickly counted the money. “15 dollars, not quite a damn treasure Hall.”

Charles was confused. They had been finding stashes of money like this for a while and as far as he knew, Dutch was just putting it away and it had barely been spent on anything. “It's not a bad haul Arthur, especially not for us. Why are you so focused on treasure lately? We could earn more if we went back to robbery.”

Not that robbery seemed such a good idea right now, after the mess that chased them out of Valentine. But it would certainly get them a larger haul than chasing ambiguous treasure from a years-old map like pirates.

Arthur was silent for a while, what he was contemplating, Charles had no idea. He seemed to be thinking mighty hard on it though. Finally, he sighed deeply and seemed to make up his mind about something.

“It’s quite the story if you wanna hear it. It's a pretty big secret too, not that I've ever been worried ‘bout you running your mouth or nothin.”

Charles smiled warmly at his friend, attempting to put him at ease. “You don't have to tell me Arthur, but you never have to worry about me sharing secrets with anyone. And we have nothing but time, we’ll be skinning these wolves for a while anyway.”

Arthur sighed before dragging himself to his feet. “Suppose you’re right. Let’s start getting these dogs together and I’ll tell you all about Hosea’s plan.”

Arthur did just that. He told the story from the beginning, every detail he remembered as they carefully skinned the wolves and salvaged what meat they could. Partway through, the horses had found their way back, a little antsy but no worse for wear.

By the time Arthur had explained the entire plan, night had fallen and they were finding a spot to camp. (Away from the spot where they left the stripped carcasses, lest they be attacked by a damn bear in their sleep.)

Charles had a lot of thoughts. The plan itself seemed rather solid and safe, definitely a result of Hosea being the one to make it. He would definitely need some time to think about it before he could make any real comments on it. For now, he could only say; “Certainly explains why Dutch is so irritable lately.”

Arthur laughed loudly, and Charles smiled. Arthur seemed so excited about this plan, happier than he had seemed in the whole of their friendship.

“Yeah, he weren't a fan of our lack of faith...Do you think you’ll go, Charles?”

Now that was quite the question. Such a life wasn’t anything Charles ever thought of as a possibility for himself, though he expects that how most everyone feels about it.

He thought about his family. Not so much his father, but his poor mother. She had always wanted a peaceful life for her family, and he can’t help but think she would have been thrilled at the idea of her son finding a ‘proper’ home after just wandering since he was 13. The lone wolf was never a title she would have wanted for him.

He also thought of the rest of his gang, his new family. He would never say it to her, but he had always hoped that one day Abigail would take her baby and find herself a safer home, he never wanted that boy to end up an orphan like him and many of the other members. Them and everyone else in the gang could be safe and fed and happy, and in a way, he felt he deserved to be a part of it. After being a lone wolf so long, he had earned a home to share with his family.

“I think I will. I’d like to see what it's like to have a real home. I haven't had that since my mother was taken.” He hadn't meant to be so open when he started speaking, but he supposed that Arthur is his closest friend now, so why not.

Arthur seemed surprised at his open words, but it shifted to happiness. “You know, I think that's somethin’ I’d like to try as well.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while as the fire got properly warm, and Charles couldn't help but notice that this silence felt so different from Arthur’s silence on the way here.

And on their way home, Arthur stopped to study the herd of American paint horses, and Charles knew all was well once more.

#Charles smith #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #Red Dead Redemption #ranch au #rdr2 ranch au #not technically charthur but like it honestly could be if you want #like i said #i avoid writing in any non canon ships that way people can ship whoever they want in the au #writing #headcanons #im sorry all my writing is in bulletpoint form idk how to not do that #rdr2 ranch #rdr2 au #my au

[brilliant-poses]

Finch Harding, born and raised in Amberino. She was abandoned by lawless parents, who she never found nor wanted to. Finch was adopted by the Harding family when she was three (3), she has always known she was adopted but was never treated differently.

Finch’s adopted family’s of her father, Jeremiah Harding, with his wife, Luella. The two had four (4) children. All boys and all older than Finch. The boys were Jeremiah Jr, Malcolm, Lawrence, and Orson. Jeremiah adopted Finch after having a dream where they found a child in a stable who was dark skinned. Seeing this a premonition, he kept an eye out for the child. When he saw Finch, he immediately adopted her and said she was God’s gift to the family. It took a bit of adjustment for the boys and Finch, but they enjoyed her company and teaching her how to shoot and how to rope.

The Harding Family was very wealth. Jeremiah was a very smart man, who helped to make a company off railroad transportation. Though it took some time, he became wealthy and used this to gush his family with amazing things. Finch grew up with the wealth and was taught the ethics of a proper woman for her time. Though she grew up with these lessons, she was still as smart as a whip and quick to use her words to bite. She could charm anyone and, though some looked down at her due to her skin tone, she was quick to tell her who father was and they turned a more brighter disposition towards her.

When she turned thirty (30), Jeremiah asked for her to go to New Hanover to stay in their family home there and be sure to keep everything in check. Due to her wanting some freedom, but to not turn her back on the family she loved, she immediately accepted and went to the family home. It was smaller than their normal house, but it wasn’t less extravagant. Since she was still unmarried and without much want to marry, she took up the art of railroad instructing to take over her father’s business or help her brothers if they wanted it.

During her escapades in the town of Valentine, she was encountered by two men who insisted they followed her. They said her horse had been stolen, which she just laughed lightly and patted their shoulders. When she was leaving Valentine, they stopped her and tried to rob her, which she politely declined and proceeded to try and hit them with her parasol. Luckily for her, a handsome cowboy came and saved her, which he said was because he knew those people and knew they were going to kill her. To thank him, she offered him some money. She asked his name, which he just responded with, “Morgan.”

“Well, Mister Morgan,” She started and offered her hand for him to shake. He did with some reluctance, but eventually gave in and shook her hand. “I think we could be real good business partners. You’re a hero, you did save me, so you’re a good man.” When he tried to rebuttal, she stopped him immediately. “Meet me back here and I’ll give you some bad guys to clear out that have been harassin’ me and my family’s business. I know you can stop ‘em. You’re a sweetheart, after all.” She said and patted his cheek. She began to walk away but stopped once she heard him speak. “Can’t I have your name?” He called, to which just turned and smiled. “Finch. Miss. Finch, if I can be so kind to ask you to call me. Once you give me the rest of your name, I’ll give you mine. Take care, Mister Morgan.”

And a partnership was formed.

#rdr2 #rdr2 oc #red dead oc #I love Finch so much #she’s just so sassy #gotta love a rich girl #probably write more for her later on #oc background #arthur morgan #Finch Harding

[wasteofanarrow]

amberino is literally the prettiest place on the rdr2 map and I wanna live there soooo bad