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rivetingrosie4 · 1 month

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What a Life (Morgan & Family: A Fluff Dump, Pt. 2)

credit to @foundynnel i believe for 2 of the edits above

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Summary: Part of a modern au (and post gang) fluff dump work. Just a scene in which Arthur and reader enjoy secluded family life with their very young son. Arthur is a cute and loving dad and is adored by reader.

Tags: fluff without plot, family fluff, romantic fluff, domestic setting, parenthood

Word count: 2,660

In the cool shadow of the cabin, thrown long by the late morning sun, you sit with your little son, watching him play in the sandbox. The mourning dove’s rounded, plaintive hoots are parried by the sharp, tinkling warbles of goldfinches in the nearby pine branches, and the fragrances of crisp mist and thick sod linger in the mountain air.

You watch the faint glimmer of day paint the crests of Gabriel’s cupid’s bow with light, his plump lips resting between his two rotund cheeks as he concentrates on the toys before him. The wispy feathers of his splayed lashes bow and rise with each blink. His beautiful, shimmering eyes inspect each toy, each color, each shape. Out of all the blocks, large puzzle pieces, rings, balls, and animal toys half-buried in the sand, he has landed on one. You watch the bulbous pads and segments of each tiny, clumsy finger curl to a strong, stable grasp around the edge of the object of his aim—a large block with an Appaloosa sketched and painted lovingly on the side.

“Just like your daddy,” you whisper to yourself.

Dipping your fingers into the sand and feeling its chill envelop your skin, you look up with a smile to gaze in the direction of the stables. In the distance, you catch sight of Arthur hauling a huge saddle and its accompanying tack, a moment before he disappears through the door and into the shaded interior.

You recall the quiet rustling of his rising this morning when he’d been up before the sun, as he often is. And the way he’d kept from waking the baby in his room, intentionally leaving you to reap the reward of your son’s customary gleeful smile, his bounce in his crib, and his lifting of his arms for you.

You turn back to your eleven-month-old with a burgeoning smirk. “Wanna come help Mama make some sourdough?”

“Yeah,” he immediately chirps, recognizing nothing but the lilt of a question in your voice. But he doesn’t look up at you, still captured by the blocks and puzzle pieces.

You stand and take a few steps away to prompt him. “Well let’s go!” you call.

He braces himself on the sand with his palms, a moment later lifting his tush into the air. When he straightens, his brows knot, and his lips dangle from between his cheeks as he gazes down confoundedly at the discomfort of sand stuck to his flesh.

You snort a laugh as you cover the sandbox behind him. “Just go like this, Gabe Baby.”

You show him your flattened hands and slowly brush them together.

His brows don’t budge as he looks back and forth from your hands to his own, unable to fully brush them.

“Like this,” you whisper, gently taking his wrists and swiftly brushing his palms back and forth over each other.

When the sand is removed, he toddles to follow you up towards the cabin, and you carry him when you reach the oak staircase to the back door.

As you turn onto the wraparound porch, you notice Arthur now hefting a huge bale of hay by its cords into the stable, his black leather hat shading most of his face in the distance. But you like to imagine he wears a subconscious smile, now enjoying a life of simplicity, filled with nature and horses and art and family and love, tucked away from the gnarled heartache that gang life had left in its wake.

“Sandy baby,” you mumble when you arrive inside and close the back door behind you.

You promptly remove both your shoes and strip Gabriel to his diaper, tossing his sandy clothes into the hamper.

“Are you dry?” you ask vainly as he starts to toddle away. “Wait, are you dry?” You deftly hook a finger down his back and into his diaper before he can fully get away.

Peering into his diaper, you find no present. You carefully squeeze his bottom to discover no liquid deposit.

When you release him, he immediately darts down the hall. You follow and walk into the kitchen, beckoning him to join you. When he does and you bend to pick him up, he whines to be allowed to remain standing on his own.

“Well how’re you gonna see from down there?” you lightly ask.

When he shakes his head, you half-frown. It was just a couple weeks ago that eleven-month-old Gabriel began walking. Since then, he’s always wriggling out of your arms and dashing across rooms, seemingly already excited to be as independent as he can be.

At first, it stung. With the love and special intimacy of mother and son—and with even the chemistry and well-being of your bodies both dependent on the other—the two of you had been closer than peas in a pod, glued at the hip for so long. It’s always been and still is a precious bond to you, though its daily aspects continue to gradually change. And it was hard to so suddenly feel a little unneeded. But Arthur has helped you find a comfort in the balance of realizing that your feelings are only natural, and that you’ve been raising a wonderful and healthy little boy, with this change as just another bit of proof.

As well as the fact that Gabriel still likes to cherry-pick when he’s carried and when he walks on his own. You suspect that like any human, his adamant desire for independence doesn’t do one thing to hinder his deep enjoyment and fierce need of being held.

So you turn and begin pulling ingredients and dishes from the cupboard, at last going to the fridge to retrieve your sourdough starter. You begin mixing ingredients in your big bowl atop the counter, when you hear a whimper and feel a few hard tugs at your palazzos. And you smirk.

You glance down to find him with arms outstretched and upheld for you, bouncing on his tiptoes with longing. You stoop and lift him to you, hugging him to your hip and pressing a few kisses soundly to his smooth cheek.

Describing each action aloud to him, you finish mixing, dust the countertop with copious amounts of flour, and turn the bowl with your free hand to dump the dough.

“Now we knead,” you almost sing, in hushed tones.

Perched on your hip, his plump little arm drapes with familiarity and utmost contentedness over the back of your shoulder. He watches your every gesture with a mixture of restful curiosity and heightened interest.

You push the dough away and pull it towards you again and again, tucking the edges underneath as you do, to form a smooth, rounded surface on top.

“You wanna feel it? You wanna knead?” you ask.

Leaning forward, you let him reach and press his tiny hand into the supple surface of the cool dough.

“Gentle,” you say, showing him the way you keep your fingers outstretched and softly brush and pat the surface of the dough with the pads of your fingertips. “No squeezing.”

The two of you watch his little fingers delve into the pliant mass of dough, leaving a mark of small craters. When they begin to slowly bounce back, you watch his face instead of the dough.

He releases a single cooed sigh of delight as he looks at you with a bright smile, which you heartily return.

How you love, you love, you love him.

You sprinkle the dough with flour and rest it in a basket for its turn to prove. After fetching a dough you’d left proving hours before, you carefully score it with one long slice for expansion, and several small strokes for a quaint wheat kernel design on the other side.

“Mama.” Gabriel pats your sternum and rests a couple fingers past his lips.

“You hungry?” you ask.

When he nods, you brush a hand down the slope of the back of his head and kiss his temple. You add as you set him to his feet, “Let me get this in the oven, then I’ll feed you.”

After setting the parchment-papered sourdough in its cast iron dutch oven and pouring a bain marie past the paper, you place the whole thing in the oven and set a timer. You glance at the oven window with a small smile, eager to see the crispy crust on your extra-sour boule. Since you first noticed its resemblance to Gabriel’s tummy, you’ve made a tradition of kissing the top of the boule, then indelicately turning Gabriel sideways in your arms and blowing a raspberry on his bare belly, making him cackle hysterically. These days, he’s even begun giggling when you turn him in your arms and before you ever kiss his belly, already tickled by the anticipation alone.

With Gabriel in tow, you walk to the couch in the living room. Gabriel rests both arms over the seat cushion and tries to lift one leg up over the edge, but you reach your hands under his arms and pull him into your lap.

Just before you unhook your bra from its strap to nurse, the two of you hear the back door open.

Gabriel’s eyes widen, and a grin begins to pull on the corners of his mouth. “Da,” he says.

He wiggles down off the couch, and as he toddles down the hall, you listen to his bare little feet patting quietly along the hardwood floor. You smile to yourself at the precious sound, so deeply dear to you.

As you hear Arthur’s rustling, jingling presence in the doorway and the naturally firm, heavy footfalls of his work boots, you imagine him resting his black hat on the wall as his small son comes around the corner in only his diaper, bared rounded belly and all.

When you hear the playful growl and the resultant squeal and cackle, your grin splits wider.

“You’re in your nethers, baby boah!”

You can detect the pinch of a smile in Arthur’s voice and the breath of laughter with the last couple words.

More little pads of bare feet as Gabriel comes running back around the corner and down the hall. He hesitates as he toddles, turning back to ensure Arthur’s tailing, eager to play this game with his father.

Still, when Arthur leans around the corner and pulls an exaggeratedly silly face with an outright grunt, Gabriel’s little body gives a tiny jump. His squeal and adorable laughter ring out into the air. He clumsily darts into the kitchen.

When his father follows with a few long strides and the sturdy clops of his boots, he brings with him the musty scents of alfalfa hay and tanned rawhide, of trail dust and undiluted sunshine. And the two subsequently begin an elaborate game of peek-a-boo, back and forth around the island. You can’t help but laugh along at the purest sound of undiluted joy—the beauty and innocence of your own child so easily tickled and contented by life and love—as you turn on the couch and watch the pair. No matter how many times Arthur jumps out to stop him with a silly face and a low hoot or growl, Gabriel instantly screams and squeals, his body utterly racked with tightly coiled cackles.

Arthur wheezes and snickers every time.

“Oh my God, listen to him!” you laugh.

It’s always another several seconds before Gabriel totally recovers and manages to catch his breath, his laughter smoothing with each heave of air.

With the next turn of their game, Arthur lingers behind the island when Gabriel rounds it, not jumping out even when his son takes reticent steps forward, looking for him. Arthur continues to linger, even quietly backing up to hide himself, watching his son for the right moment to strike.

Finally Arthur leaps out, and Gabriel jumps with the highest squeal and loudest cackles you’ve heard yet.

You and Arthur both burst with your own laughter at his reaction.

When your son’s breathing finally evens, you call, “Gabriel, I thought you were hungry?”

“Oh, were you about to eat, son?” Arthur asks in his deep timbre. “You hungry?”

Gabriel nods and pats a hand to his belly above the rim of his diaper.

“Well, better go see Mama,” Arthur quietly grunts as he picks his son up by the underarms and sets him on his hip out of habit. Arthur lifts him over the couch back and sets him down into your lap, then remains behind the couch himself, watching over your shoulder.

After cushioning your back and adjusting him in your arms, you reach beneath your tee, unhook the front of your bra, and gently bring Gabriel to your breast to nurse. He latches on immediately, very well accustomed to your routine. A certain profound peace washes over you as you watch him. His lips flange around you as he suckles; his quiet breaths through his nose briefly pause each time he swallows; and his plump little arm rests wistfully over your chest.

Many people may look away, abashed and discomfited, unable to fit something at once both so innocent and intimate into their world. But it’s always made perfect sense to you. And maybe motherhood was a dream too quaint, one not rebellious or modern enough, seemingly not daring or adventurous enough. But it was your dream.

When Gabriel spots Arthur’s face over your shoulder, he pulls away from your breast with a growingly wry grin, clearly expecting to continue the game from moments ago. Droplets of your milk spill between you and his mouth as he voices a syllable and lifts his arm, attempting to goad Arthur into another silly face.

Arthur silently complies with cross-eyes and a sideways tongue.

Gabriel promptly giggles, and the two of you smile and chuckle at the sound.

“Don’t while he’s nursing, he’ll choke,” you lightly say.

After softly cooing and corralling Gabriel back to his feeding, you continue watching him with a contented smile. You brush your hand down over the back of his head, into the growing downy hair that curls funnily at the base of his neck. As he closes his eyes, you brush the backs of your curled fingers down over his temple, and gently trail your fingertips across the velvet flower-petal skin of his plump baby cheek.

You hear the long, relaxed sound of Arthur’s husky breath over your shoulder, a sound you know very well, especially these days.

“What a life, huh?” he quietly says.

He means to facetiously point out Gabriel’s current lot—nursing at his mother’s breast with his father at the ready to make him smile and laugh. That is, a life full of love and joy, well taken care of, and absent of a care in the world. Just as he should be for now.

It doesn’t take you a few moments, and you’re turning to look into Arthur’s cerulean-sage eyes. A knowingness resides in your gaze. Because you yourself, as well as your husband, have been given all you’d so deeply and totally longed for—and longed, a word too weak—more than you could’ve ever imagined you’d actually live to get.

“Yeah,” you quietly, pensively respond. “What a life.”

The love of your life holds your gaze, and understands.

Your love and gratefulness are immeasurable and uncontainable, filling you and stretching past the bounds of your body and being, like fragmented granules of glittering dust floating from a burst star.

Strangely enough, even with all the joy and contentment and peace, the words and the shared gaze are not without a mingling of loss and ache.

They are not gone entirely. But you both have someone now, to join you in weathering them.

You are not alone.

Arthur leans to you, and you share a few kisses, soft as breath. You turn and close your eyes a moment as he rests his forehead to your temple. And you both gaze down at your son with contented smiles.

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griffther · 1 year

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I'm proud of this little blurb from a wip I'm working on so enjoy this out of context bit of my isaac morgan lives au (+charthur)

Charles thought about the way Arthur took a freshly 19-year-old Lenny and made sure that he felt valued and respected in a gang full of men with years more experience under their belts. The way he reassured Tilly that no racist pigshit from Lemoyne was ever going to touch her if he had anything to say about it. The way he’d take Sean out for shooting lessons only to use it as a trap to start helping him learn how to read. 

Charles wondered if there had ever been any real sons of Dutch, or if Arthur had been the one raising everyone else since the very beginning. 

It occurred to him then that maybe Arthur, the first of said sons, had managed to survive his adolescence by Dutch’s side independently of any supposed “raising” that the man was said to have done. Maybe - though Charles was becoming more and more convinced on the idea the longer he thought about it - Arthur had managed to raise himself and Dutch had called that “parenting.” And when Arthur had continued on raising everyone else as well, Dutch had just kept on taking credit for it. 

No wonder Arthur was such a good father to Isaac, he’d spent his entire life having to raise himself and everyone else around him first.

#arthur morgan #charles smith #isaac morgan #charthur #i have a lot of emotions about arthur being a good dad okay #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #im determined to finish this fic but who knows how long it'll take and i really love this little part #so i just wanted to go ahead and share it in case the rest of this fic doesnt see the light of day for awhile

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trbotunnel · 10 months

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DRAFT 2 DONE!!!!! 12.1K‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ WOOF WOOF MY WONDERFUL SON BARKING AT THE MOON

#jk hes old enough to be my dad #fic: but i'll rot like a dog #fic ramblings #rd #rdr2 #arthur morgan

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vanderlesbian · 9 months

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vanderlesbian masterlist

feel free to request a fic or headcanons in my asks! i am currently only writing for red dead redemption, the last of us and call of duty. i will write smut, but i will be more picky with smut requests. thank u <3

rdr2 characters i will write for: arthur, dutch, john, charles, sean, javier, abigail, sadie, hosea

cod characters i will write for: price, ghost, gaz, soap, graves

tlou characters i will write for: ellie, joel

red dead redemption 2

headcanons

rdr2 men with an autistic s/o

rdr2 men as girl dads + javier

arthur morgan

daughter of a cop - arthur falls for a woman in a world completely opposite of his own.

call of duty

headcanons

price + ghost as husbands

141 dating a civilian

simon ghost riley

dating simon riley

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #cod #mw2 #call of duty #x reader #headcanons #requests

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cowboydisaster · 9 months

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Update!

Hello!! Firstly, I'm sorry for being MIA for a while. If anyone at all has stuck around, I thank you. And if you didn't, I understand. I'm gonna try to address all the most asked questions in my inbox here because it'll take me a while to go through them individually-- there was a lot so if i didn't get to yours I apologize!!

1. are you going to update The Fire In Your Eyes?

I'm not gonna lie to you guys, I honestly don't know. Obviously I want to finish it. I put so much time and effort and thought into every update and hyperfixated on it for a long time, so to see it sitting untocuhed kills me. I still have plans for the ending and where I want it to go, but I'm struggling to write it down. I hope to keep updating it, but I don't want to be a writer who promises updates and then orphans a fic, so I'm not promising anything.

2. are you going to keep writing/posting?

Yes! If you follow my ao3, you'll see i still post. For the past year, I've been solely focused on rdr2, but in the past few months away from tumblr, I've branched out by trying some new games and watching some new shows. I fell into the cod Fandom, which I'll talk more about in the next paragraph. In short, even while away from tumblr, I never stopped writing, and i don't plan to, I just haven't written for rdr2 in a while.

3. are you abandoning your blog?

no! I am, however, updating it to my current interests. It's going to be a multifandom blog. I'm gonna change up the vibe a little bit, revamp it, and add my new characters. I'm writing for Simon Riley now, so expect to see him a lot on my blog. I also might write for Price cause the daddy issues are daddy issuing.

4. how are you?

Im good i think!! For the first time in a while. So much has happened since I left. I moved, my dad abandoned me, I started back at uni and started working a lot more. So I'm busy and dealing with a lot, but I feel okay!

to wrap that all up:

if you're still here, I really really appreciate you. Im still going to write for the rdr2 fandom, I'm gonna add writing to the cod Fandom. If you have any cod requests, PLEASE send them in because I have hundreds of requests for Arthur Morgan and zero for the 141 boys, so I'm starting from scratch there. Also, as a heads up, im going to be changing my blog a good bit with a new layout and fixing up my masterlist and everything, so look out for that! also, keep an eye out because im going to be posting a two simon riley fics on here either tonight or tomorrow!

I love you all. I'm so excited to be back, and I'm excited for this new chapter of my blog. 🩷🩷

#bea is back baby #personal

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crypticcowboys · 10 days

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i've finally returned!

... and with new, updated lists for who I write for! just as a disclaimer, I typically don't write series or extremely lore-extensive fics. mostly just drabbles, oneshots, and multifics. I only write NSFW for characters that are confirmed to be 18+. -18 characters will not be aged up for sexual purposes, and will only be written platonically or romantically, also depending on YOUR age which must be in your bio. i will not respond to your request if you request something sexual for a minor character or somebody without that character having a clear or confirmed age. i'll plug in my masterlist here once i've finally updated it. requests will always be open unless stated otherwise in my bio. now for the list! if you want to know if I write for a character, just ask. i'll respond and update the list if i do. i do not write rpf, so do not ask. i will write char x char if requested.

WHO? NSFW ALLOWED ; kento nanami, gojo satoru, geto suguru, higuruma hiromi, choso, takuma ino, toji fushiguro - peeta mellark, katniss everdeen - mike schmidt, josh futturman, clapton davis, derek danforth - michael myers, jason voorhees - peter parker (raimi, tasm, atsv only.) - ellie, dina, abby (tlou2) - arthur morgan, kieran duffy - leon kennedy (all games, all vers) luis serra, carlos oliveira, ethan winters - cloud strife, sepiroth, reno - almost all COD characters - cole cassidy, hanzo shimada, zenyatta, ramattra - the narrator, stanley (the stanley parable) - AM ; more to come, will be updated regularly. (i also have a couple of ocs that i'll write introductions for, and if you like them, you can request them! they have no faceclaims because i'm too broke to commission properly and can't draw for shit, so their appearance is up to your interpretation. i'll plug those in the masterlist, too.) PLATONIC / ROMANTIC (NO NSFW) ; peter parker (holland), hobie brown (there is no confirmed age, so i will not write nsfw), miles morales, gwen stacy (atsv), pavitr prabhakar - itadori yuuji, megumi fushiguro - the animatronic gang from fnaf security breach ; more to come, will be updated regularly. PLATONIC / FAMILIAL ONLY. ; all oscar isaac and pedro pascal characters (especially moonknight), deadpool, matt murdock, joel miller. this might seem strange because they're all adults, but i see them as my fictional dads, not happening lmao. bonnie, chica, foxy, freddy (fnaf 1, fnaf movie) ; more to come, will be updated regularly.

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luvliewriting · 1 year

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Arthur Morgan As A Dad

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Pairing: Arthur Morgan x F.Reader

Warnings: slight angst, pregnancy

Note: I'm sorry I've disappeared for so long with no answer I'm most likely gonna do a full fic of this but let me know if you'd be interesting in reading something like that

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Was your daughter planned? Yes and no. Both you and Arthur had talked to each other a bunch about kids but didn't exactly plan anything, it was more "if it happens it happens." Not that he was ever expecting anything to happen, he wasn't sure what he would even do if you were pregnant one day with his kid. Of course, he couldn't really spend his time wavering on the options, but he still did. Honestly, you really worried when Arthur disappeared for a day after he learned the news. But he came around and was probably the best man you could've asked for to share an experience like this with. He already is experienced in taking care of women (More ways than one..) and you being pregnant is no different, he's careful with you, like a porcelain doll or fine china.

When your daughter finally comes into the world though, he's absolutely in awe. She looks almost completely identical to him and not only talking looks wise, she had the same cocky attitude he too possessed as she aged. It was one of the most terrifying and beautiful experiences that Arthur had a chance to witness inside of his tent. He feared losing you or the child but you both were healthy.

Although I guess having a child wasn't all positive, Arthur stayed sure but he struggled to be at camp more often. One he was sent on more jobs due to the extra mouth to feed as well as, he was just scared of disappointing you both. He believes you're both more safe in the care of Charles and Abigail who had both refused to leave your side since learning of the pregnancy and the same went for when your daughter was born.

Of course, Charles didn't let this slide and talked to Arthur too many times to even count, trying to knock some sense into the gunslinger. Saying how he was only disappointing you more with the constant leaving and barely caring for your baby. That was what knocked the air out of Arthur's head and he rushed back to your side almost immediately. Since then, he seemed to have smartened up and was there for your daughter more.

Arthur barely leaves you and the your daughter after that day, if he does it's only because he had Dutch barking more orders and jobs at him. But his first priority the second he's done any kind of job is coming back to camp to hold you both in his arms again. He says that he must protect his family, that it’s a bigger priority than doing anything else. But you’re not sure if that’s just a big fat excuse for him to hold her for hours. Laying in his lap, as he swipes a hand over her little head and feeling the thin, small fuzz of hair on it. With you at his side, singing to her as you stroke her cheek with a soft thumb.

He waits till she's older to finally take her on horse rides with him. Sure she's been on the horse before but that was with you and her wrapped tightly to your chest so she couldn't get shaken around. When she's five, Arthur had gotten her a donkey that she could ride around camp on; more a practice till she can get her own horse.

Hosea takes her on fishing trips and Charles teaches her how to braid, even Kieran lets her help out with the horses once she gets older. With age you soon saw how much she was truly Arthur's daughter, it wasn't just her looks but with age, she grew his wit and smart mouth. A couple of times you've had to remind her of some words she wasn't allowed to say. Of course you were always met with "but dad gets to say them?"

Of course it's not all sunshine and rainbows. Arthur soon learns he's contracted tuberculosis a few days after your daughter's seventh birthday. He doesn't tell either of you at first, he more avoids you two all together; one he's scared of giving it to either of you and two, he's scared of the reaction. He knew it was gonna hurt you both and there was little chance he was gonna live.

He lives you both in the care of Tilly when the gang starts to fall apart, you argued against this wanting to be with Arthur till his final breath but he wouldn't allow it. No, he wanted you both to remember him nice and well (as well as he could have been at least), he wanted you both to remember the good times, not the bad where he chokes on his own blood while his eyes roll back.

I know John is the one who ends up getting Arthur's hat but I believe if he had a daughter that she would get his hat. And trust me, she barely takes it off after she says a final tearful goodbye to her dad. She was at her most stubborn when Arthur had to let you both go, she clung onto him so tightly that she had to be torn off of him. It broke you to see how hurt your daughter was at the thought of leaving her dad. It reminded you that he wasn't gonna come back. This wasn't gonna be like any other mission that he's gone for a couple days and comes back, no he won't come back.

You swore you knew the second he had passed. You were tucked away in a hotel with Tilly and your daughter. Tilly was sleeping on the couch in the room while your daughter was curled up at your back while you slept in the bed. Her rosey cheeks still stained from her tears at leaving her father behind. You were unable to sleep as you snuck out of the bed and to the balcony of the hotel room to look out to the sunrise; Arthur's favourite thing besides you two.

It was as if he was right there with you. Holding you close and warm to his chest as a sense of warmth entered your body looking out to the same sunrise you were sure his spirit was looking at the same time.

After he passes, you find the little things that remind you so painfully of him. First your daughter, her striking resemblence to him. Plus with his hat upon her head, still slightly to big and needing to be tipped back to reveal her beautiful green eyes; his eyes.

You bring your daughter to Arthur's grave as much as possible, you don't allow any memories to fade from her mind of her father.

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Thank you for reading, please like and reblog as it really does help me out. Once again, I'm sorry for the lack of work. Feedback is greatly appreciated

Taglist: @margofiore , @cowboydisaster , @kieropal , @littlesatanicassholebitch

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

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lea-khena · 8 months

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Im suddenly inspired for an Arthur Morgan fic that i will never write probably... But my head is buzzing with so much ideas nonetheless. It would be about his life back when he had Isaac and the events surrounding that time.

Thinking on how Arthur is half accepting his role as a father, of Hosea encouraging him to at least try and them talking about his experience with Bessie, Hosea empathising because he understands you cannot really leave the life of an outlaw once you're in, but still encouraging Arthur to try, Arthur considering living the life of a good man but giving up before trying because he knows that's just impossible, but still feeling responsible over the girl and the child he fathered and trying to see them, Arthur proposing his family to follow him but immediately regretting it as he feels he cannot impose the life of an outlaw to them, Arthur seeing the child take a long time to warm up to him and him being hurt when the child calls him by his name instead of "dad", Arthur realising after a while that he loves the child nonetheless and his child eventually calling him dad, and as Arthur struggles about thinking on what he should do, he runs the outlaw life to avoid thinking about all that, and one day he comes back and his family is dead and reality hits him.

Thinking on how hurt he will be, of how he wouldn't return to the gang because he'd go on a rage fuelled rampage of revenge as he tries to hunt down the killers but fail, of Dutch eventually finding Arthur himself after months of absence, telling Arthur "revenge is a fool's game".

Thinking of him as he crumbles down and cries and dutch comforts him. they come back and he has long discussions once again with Hosea as they share the same experience and pain, adding to the parallel between Hosea and Arthur. Arthur learning eventually the reason why his family died, for a mere 10$ by a gang that aren't that far off from his own. Thinking of how that event would forever change him, make him angrier but also more mature in a sense, more broken.

Thinking on how all this would lead to the man we meet in the game.

#khena talk #rdr2 #arthur morgan #hosea matthews #dutch van der linde

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buffyfan145 · 11 months

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I finally got to read Tolkien's "The Fall of Arthur", his unfinished poem of his take on the King Arthur stories, and it was really good!!! :D I've always liked these stories/movies/shows about Arthur, Guinevere & Lancelot, and Camelot and knew it was one of the major inspirations for LOTR too, but now being a Haladriel shipper this also took on a different meaning like how I see their relationship now in the other LOTR books. I've broken down some of the similarities I noticed and how this also fits them, and this is again another example of how Tolkien actually did write similar Haladriel like stories as some of these also fit our fics we've written.

Mordred and Guinevere were a couple first in the original stories. Both fell in love and decided to marry and rule the kingdom together. Similar to "Tristian and Isolde" where a young woman marries an older king but falls in love with his nephew that's closer to her age (and in that story Tristan hid his identity at first because they were enemies with Isolde being an Irish princess and he and his uncle from Cornwall). They had children together too in some stories, and before he was killed Arthur cut off Mordred's hand.

Obviously their names when you use Sauron's original name: Mairon/Mordred & Galadriel/Guinevere.

Tolkien wrote Guinevere as having golden hair similar to Galadriel and blue eyes that captivated the 3 men who loved her and looking like a beautiful fairy-woman (aka elf) likely because she was a Welsh princess (and Morfydd being Welsh). Mordred and Lancelot both are described by him too as being dark haired, tall, and handsome. Using this gif here of the 2011 series "Camelot" as Guinevere was like how Tolkien wrote and there's even a scene where she holds up a dagger to Arthur's throat (though couldn't find a gif of that moment LOL).

Lancelot only got added to stories later when the French started writing them and took the role of being Guinevere's lover away from Mordred as most there thought he was too evil to be with Guinevere (LOL), but Mordred still lusted after her and wanted her to be his queen/wife but she turned him down in these stories.

Lancelot and Guinevere were given matching, magical rings in some stories that warded off evil. In some stories too she has magical powers of her own and might be part fairy. He also saved her when she was held captive.

Lancelot and Guinevere were separated by the sea and would only meet again after death/end of the world. Tolkien even wrote it that it "sundered" them, similar to the Sundering Seas.

Tolkien reused names of places like Mirkwood and Avalon. Christopher even included outlines of how his dad was going to end his version and that Arthur being taken to Avalon was going to connect to LOTR with it being Avallonë and that Eärendil's Way was going to take them there.

Tolkien kept referring to Mordred taking over Camelot as a shadow taking over it, similar to how he described both Morgoth and Sauron doing the same in Middle Earth.

Also was the only time Tolkien ever wrote a character lusting after a married woman (Mordred) and having fantasies about her. He also wrote about how Guinevere and Lancelot were truly in love, even with her being married. The guilt though over all of this, the destruction of Camelot, and the deaths of Arthur and Mordred also, normally led her to becoming a nun and staying away from Lancelot even though they could've been together, and Lancelot became a priest. However, Christopher said Tolkien was going to end it with Lancelot going after Arthur to Avalon and he never came back to England (possibly if he found Avalon he couldn't leave as like in all the LOTR books if a mortal finds the straight road they can't go back to Middle Earth/our world) while Guinevere went back to her family in Wales. It also makes you wonder what Tolkien considered Arthur's sister/Mordred's mother Morgan as she could travel between the island and England and Christopher never addressed this. Would also mean Mordred is part what his mother was too.

There's now been books that have included Guinevere and Mordred being lovers again too, and even some where she does fall in love with Lancelot as well, but he's still exiled and then her relationship with Mordred happens. Kiersten White's YA book series "Camelot Rising" even has the two of them form a friendship first and she's torn between all 3. The reviews I saw also sounded like us with Haladriel as Mordred is more sympathetic and it's easier to understand his motivations, he alone truly sees Guinevere for who she is and the power she could have, and their feelings for each other are real.

Then "The Book of Mordred" by Vivian Van Velde's cover image of Mordred weirdly even looks like Halbrand/Sauron/Charlie Vickers but it was released in 2005!!! LOL :D

#the lord of the rings #the rings of power #haladriel #galadriel x halbrand #galadriel #halbrand #sauron #mairon #jrr tolkien #king arthur #mordred #guinevere #lancelot #books #morfydd clark #charlie vickers

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moonah-rose · 4 months

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If you're still doing the ask game, can you do Robin as you said he's your blorbo?

He is! Thank you anon!

Favorite thing about them: HE JUST SO CUTE! I'm a sucker for characters who appear one way but then completely take you off guard. Robin looks like your typical grunting simple caveman but then reveals himself to be the kindest, wisest, most mentally tortured character in the show. Add to that he's basically a human pupper. My previous blorbos (Thirteen, Arthur Morgan, Spike) have all had "Kitty!" vibes but Robin is pure Pupper.

Least favorting thing about them: That he didn't get to move on. :( The show was really playing into how desperately he wanted to go by the end. I was even certain that as soon as he felt "Christmassy" he would get to leave but it didn't happen. Let him rest! Also the incest...Just ew.

Favourite line: "She no porcupine!" / "I want my lawyer." / "Before you was moonah, before house was moonah, everything come, everything go, but always there, moonah." / "I miss a lot of people. But more come along."

Brotp: Canon is him and Julian. Chess husbands are so real, but queerplatonic imo. Fanon is him and Alison, he is her good boy.

OTP: I'm like the only person who actually thinks him and Mary were cute? Gremlin couple ftw. But really Robin/Mary/Annie is my favourite polyship and the only one I've actually written fic for so far.

Notp: Pretty much everyone except Mary, Annie, Julian and possibly Thomas.

Random headcanon: His whole going mad thing from the book is still an ongoing problem. He has more coping mechanisms now but still has bad 'spells', some of the ghosts help him through it but others have become so used to him just "being strange" they just ignore him and wait for it to pass like in Not Again.

Unpopular opinion: I think he was a good dad. For the time. For a man who had thirty kids and most of them probably with his sister. The way he talks about the importance of "raising children together, in peace and love" and watches over his animal friends when they have babies, how sweet he was putting Kitty to sleep, he seems to love just being around kids. I dunno if that's unpopular, it just always seems to be Pat or Cap who get talked about when it comes to dads and my boy was over here fathering future generations, as well as putting the work in to raise said kids - but he often gets passed off as too immature or uncaring, like forgetting the whole duality of his character and how he's never as simple as he appears to be. Like sure he probably picked those babies up by their ankles and carried them on his shoulders, but he never dropped them!

Song I associate with them: Starman by Bowie. My Tears Ricochet by Taylor Swift is so him/Sophie/Humphrey.

Favorite picture of them:

Just look at him, hims just the cutest little thing!

#bbc ghosts #robin the caveman #larry rickard #bbc ghosts spoilers

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ravenquing · 26 days

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Since I'm greedy like that I would like to know everything about the apartment au and the football au (which I'm assuming is American football, not soccer?) because I'm very curious to see how our favorite misfits in these aus ^^

ooo okay!

The apartment au was going to be a weird sorta sitcom inspired show? I grew up with British shows like My Family and Outnumbered, but I also watched Friends too.

It would have mainly followed the lives of Vax'ildan, Caleb, Orym and a few non-Critical Role characters as well such as Arthur Morgan from Red Dead Redemption 2 and Xie Lian from Heaven Official's Blessing.

I was picturing this group sort of forming because they all got scammed by the same fake insurance company and they all decided to help each other get justice for what happened.

Never really got past that, though, and eventually lost interest in the basic idea.

While the football au would have been based more on European football, or soccer as you call it, because I live in Scotland and that's what I've grown up watching.

I'm not very well versed in football, truthfully - main reason why I cancelled that fic in the end - but last year I started to get really into it.

I've heard horror stories from my dad and brother, as well as online, about some of the things players have gone through during their careers while they also keep at the game and I wanted to explore that with Vox Machina.

The furthest that story ever really got tho was me picturing Vax and Percy being enemies from rival clubs for forever but eventually becoming friends.

#asked and answered #anonymous #fanfic stuff #critical role #vaxxy answers

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moonlightxsunlight · 10 months

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folks! I was thinking of fanfiction and my favorite Arthur Morgan one popped in my head. BUT I can't find it anywhere anymore since I can only remember the premise. From what I remember:

The reader's dad is sick and she borrows money from Dutch's group to try and pay for some medicine. Her dad ends up dying anyways and Arthur is sent to collect the money from her. When he comes to collect, the reader is burying their father into the ground (I believe). That's about all I remember at this point. I know that the reader does end up in the gang as a way to make up the money that they borrowed (as like "you have to work with us now" sorta thing?).

Does anyone remember a fic like this or knows the name? I remember reading it in Ao3 and I think the writer also had a Tumblr too that they may have posted it on.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan x reader

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argreion · 1 month

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Ok, so... Even if the break wasn't long, I dealt with a lot of personal things. AKA — realizing your dad basically abused you, manipulated you, and is honestly a piece of shit. Then basically realize why you're an over-apologizer and then cry for multiple hours because 'what are you doing with your life?' Plus your mom and cancer talk AGAIN, having barely any food in the house, and watching an old ass couple fight. Mentally draining, y'know?

Kinda why I wanted a break! But right now working on a bot drop and a new fic. I've been playing RDR2 and married Alex in my SDV playthrough. Might soon open comms for art too! Depends on how things are this and next month.

Shit hit the fan but we still on show biz! (Aside from everything.)

If moots still want my discord or whatnot, you can send me a DM. I'm more active there than on here tbh, I answer DMs pretty fast! :3

I might make an Arthur Morgan fic... (Uhm, noticed all the guys I heavily like are blond and blue-eyed. Basic ass bitch I am. 💀)

#yay break semi over but still gonna low-key ghost y'all cause I am not mentally stable rn #maybe like 70% of me is stable but I get too stressed out easily #been getting back into drawing and man... Drawing Arthur has been <3 #𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔

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yorshie · 4 months

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I have three also 😅

📚🖊️🧚‍♀️ pretty please? 🥰

how do you come up with the fics you write?

it's a bit varied. Sometimes i get them while looking at what the fandom comes up with, sometimes I get them when I'm working on something completely different, and sometimes someone launches turtle shaped grenades at me and I'm blindsided lol.

Really though everything makes me think of story ideas. I have a lot of one lines, prompts, daydream ideas that I write down but haven't used yet. Maybe i never will use them, but that's ok, because maybe I'll see them and think "oh. oh!" and it'll become a story.

what character do you not enjoy writing for?

Bit of a dull answer but I don't usually write for characters I don't enjoy writing. I guess I've had a few villianous characters in my stories (Micah Bell) but I knew eventually I was going to write their Death and it would be oh so satisfying so it made up for it.

Maybe Splinter? I just don't have a lot of thoughts on his characterization and he mostly hangs out in the background in bayverse and only crops up as "fortune cookie" dad. Is that harsh? Idk, I never really liked it when people beat around the bush when giving advice like i need to "know" what to do and maybe that colors my thoughts on him.

favorite characters of all time?

Blorbos? More than one? ooooooo i got a list. I grouped them by fandom so it'll be easier to read

Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey (tmnt)

Arthur Morgan (rdr2)

Eómer, Fíli, Haldir (lotr)

Riddick (yeah. riddick)

Brooklyn (iykyk)

Molly (Oban Star Racers)

Sideswipe and Hot Rod (tf)

Really, really liked Remus Lupin from HP but I think it was the actor

Sherman Potter and Klinger (mash)

K2SO and Chewbacca (star wars)

sigh.... i was a Dean girl (supernatural)

that's all i can think of right now. Some are platonic some are... not. but! yup. that's my list, and I'm sticking to it lol.

#ask away!

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yorkshire-rockchick · 3 months

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Please can we know about your OCs, I've seen the odd mention to them in your fics on AO3

Oh, I love my OCs and can say so much about them.

THE PLAYERS;

Harry Winters - Goal keeper who moves up from the academy team at 16. Good frieds with Noah and Drew, boyfriend of Chloe.

Ezekiel Noah Gordon - Goes by Noah because he hates his first name. Came up from the academy. Plays as a right back defender. Good friends with Harry and Drew

Andrew "Drew" Cameron - A Scottish trans player who also went to the AFC Richmond academy. Plays as a striker and looks up to Jamie and Dani. Unofficially adopted by Paul and Tom.

THE FAMILY MEMBERS

Isabella "Izzy" Rosenfeldt - Anders girlfriend, later wife. They've been together since they were 15. You know the woman who hugs Anders at the end of the last episode when Richmond wins? This is her, I just made her interesting. She's half Spanish, half American. Her dad works for the US Government which is how she ended up in London.

Erin Reynolds - Paul Reynolds wife. They met at church and are the only Richmond couple to get married in a church due to both of them having a Catholic upbringing. Erin speaks Irish as a first language and didn't learn English until she was 16 when she decided she wanted to go to law school.

Olivia Catherine "Liv" Reynolds - Paul and Erin's eldest child. Named after her godparents. She is smarter than most children her age, likes hanging out with the team and calls them all her uncles. Based on the line "You told my daughter..." in series 2 when everyone has a go at Jamie

Emily Grace Reynolds -Erin and Paul's youngest daughter. Based on the line "What about sonograms?" when everyone has to delete photos off their phones.

Sophie O'Brien - Tom O'Briens wife. They met when Tom accidentally crashed his car into Sophie's. They get married after 6 months because they both like each other and they think it is a good idea. Sophie has a masters degree in chemistry and teaches at a private all girls school. She eventually gives up her job to focus on her PhD.

Pippa Kukoč (nee Edwards) - Sasha Kukoč's girlfriend, later wife. She is a nursing student who has a placement in the local Accident and Emergency department which means she sees a lot of the Richmond players. She is Jeff Goodmans cousin so he disapproved of her relationship at times.

Elizabeth - the fabulous creation of @orbitalpirate, she is a curvy goddess who is loved by Thierry Zoreaux.

Chloe Morgan - Harry's girlfriend. Knows nothing about football beyond what colours Richmond play in. Grew up in care so had a rough start in life. Rebecca offers her a job working for Richmond as a means to support herself and she loves it.

THE PETS

Spagetti the Corgi - Arlo Dixon's corgi. Occasionally looked after by Olivia Reynolds. Spagetti is a rescue dog, so everyone jokes Arlo is a rescue human after he moved in with Jeff.

Alfred Bumbercatch - Moe's cat. Alfred turned up one day and that was that. He is a Sphynx cat so Moe knits him a lot of jumpers.

Arthur the Rabbit - Tommy Winchester's rabbit. Arthur is spoiled and has free run of the house. Decan claims not to like him, this is a lie. Jamie laughs every time he hears the name.

Marshamallow McAdoo-Bumbercatch - Isaac and Moe's Pomeranian puppy that they get when they get married. Pretends not to like Alfred. Isaac treats her like a princess and it shows at times.

Cleo the cat - Jamie and Colin's maine coon cat. She is stubborn and only likes Jamie and Colin. She has been known to poop in the shoes of people she does not like.

Rocky the horse - Izzy's horse, brought for her by Anders after they found out they couldn't have children. Izzy swaps horse tips with Rebecca after Rebecca also gets a horse.

There are more OCs to be added, both human and pets but they are still in development.

#My OCs #Pets are characters too #You ask #I'll answer

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