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Arthur, oh Arthur.
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Yeah, I’ll be having this pulled up on my phone as a lifeline today while I’m at work….🤭
Evening meal after a hard day of work 💪
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I love that Arthur is often brought along to jobs just to make the others feel safe because he is a good backup or to scare others.
Bill brings Arthur to the bank robbery "just as insurance," Dutch says that the sight of Arthur would make statues talk, Hosea very obviously uses him as a "guard" when going to the Braithwaites.
I love that this indicates if the others are unsure they can pull off a job they know they can with Arthur, or that he is kind of the protector of the group.
#rdr2#rdr2 community#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#dutch van der linde#hosea matthews#van der linde gang
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Oh I love it so far! I’m so happy to see Eliza and Isaac at the forefront for once.
Making Arthur the game warden, nice. Especially with Charles too.
The writing flows consistently, easy to read, great description of their surroundings.
And the cliff hanger!!! Oh man gotta see what that’s all about
Here’s the next chapter for my au fanfiction:
HIGH SIERRA: A RED DEAD REDEMPTION STORY
Chapter Two: Into the Woods
On his way to work, Arthur thumbs through his contacts on his phone. Soon, he hears the dial tone and a short pause.
"Hi, son."
"Hi, Dad."
"Bessie! It's Arthur!"
Arthur hears a background noise and a soft voice that has always comforted him ever since they adopted him as a teen. "It's Arthur? Hi, sweetheart!"
Hosea’s voice softens as he talks to his wife on the other side. "I'm going to put him on speaker."
BING
Then Arthur hears his mother correct her husband. "No, Hosea, you're doing it wrong."
BING
"It looks like a microphone, Dad," Arthur interjects, hoping they can hear him.
"Oh, wait, I think I got it."
There is a scratching sound. And another pause before Hosea speaks again. "There. Arthur, can you hear me?"
"Yeah, I can hear you," he chuckles.
"Ah. Good. So how are you, son?"
"Fine. Just thought I'd update you both on Isaac."
"Oh, that poor baby. How is that boy?" Bessie's voice grows louder, Arthur pictures her leaning close to the phone and almost laughs.
"As of now, they say he's stable and that the worst part is over. He's even been back to school."
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Bessie praises. "I was hoping he could finish the school year out. It being second grade and all."
Arthur smiles softly, nodding his head. "I'm glad, too. He seems to be doing fine."
"How's Eliza?"
Arthur swallows, not sure if he was ready to talk about it. Hosea was also at the party but didn't see what had happened. He didn't know why Eliza stormed off and left Arthur behind that night. Bessie stayed at home and watched her grandbaby, so she wasn't aware, either. "She's alright."
Hosea’s voice comes confidently through the phone. "Still mad at you, huh?"
"How'd you figure?"
"Well, put two and two together, and an old man with experience can figure things out."
Arthur was hoping that it wouldn’t be so obvious, but he knows there’s no point in trying to convince his father otherwise. He’s too smart for that. "Sure.”
"So, are you gonna tell us what actually happened?"
"It isn't good."
"I doubt that."
Arthur becomes expressive as he drives, flitting his fingers on the steering wheel after making a turn. "You haven't heard what it is yet, but I don't know if I should say it over the phone."
"What is it, honey?" Bessie pleads.
They remain silent. It seems that he won't be able to talk his way out of this one. The tall redwoods guard both sides of the road and the solitude in his vehicle helps him to feel freer to talk about the topic of Eliza.
"Eliza saw Mary kissing me."
"Oh gosh. Your ex-girlfriend?" Hosea asks.
"Yeah."
"Oh, Arthur, why did you go on and do that?" Bessie wis not happy to hear it but sounds more sad than angry. Truth be told, she really likes Eliza, and she vividly remembers that day when Arthur came over, so young, sad, and upset when Mary told him she would never marry him. All those plans shattered.
So when Eliza came into the picture, and after seeing her grand baby for the first time at the hospital, she was rooting for them to be a family. But of course, she kept most of this to herself. Mary was a nice girl, all things considered, but she was not a perfect match for her son.
Arthur grimaces, but not from the sunlight as it flashes in his eyes. He lowers the visor and blinks. "I didn't kiss her back, but it didn't look good. I...I didn't stop her."
"Do you wish you had?"
"Yes, Dad, but I don't know how I feel about all this. I'm confused."
Hosea clicks his tongue. "Well, you need to figure out what it is that you want."
"That's what Eliza said."
"Smart girl." It was clear who Hosea preferred. "Take some time away from both of them and see who you miss. Think about who really matters."
"I can't just not spend time with Isaac."
"No, of course not, so just...pick him up."
Arthur sighs, that is an option. "Okay."
"It'll be alright, honey," Bessie's comforting tone makes Arthur smile. "It's better to be honest with yourself."
"You're right."
Arthur makes a final turn on a road and approaches the employee side of the district office. Showing his badge to an officer at security, he is waved on through. "Look, I gotta go. I am at the office."
"Alright, son. The next time you have Isaac, bring him on by, would you?"
"I sure will. Eliza wanted me to tell you both hello, by the way."
"I knew I liked her."
Arthur grits his teeth. "Not helping, Dad."
"Sorry. Bye, son."
"Bye, Dad. Bye, Mom."
"Love you!" she sings and he hangs up.
He parks in his reserved spot at the Department of Fish and Wildlife, which he and the other wardens claim as their base. He looks at the time, and sees he is only five minutes late, and is sure that his superiors will forgive him.
He steps out of the vehicle and locks it, then makes his way inside.
He is greeted by the summer student at the front desk, Mary-Beth, who just recently came back to help their clerk for the summer. “Hiya, Arthur!"
"Well, Mary-Beth, it's about time you came back!" Arthur stops on his way in and leans on the counter. He rests his right arm on its surface and tucks his left hand in his pocket.
Mary Beth chuckles playfully. "And you're lucky I did. I have a lot of planning to do."
"And why's that?"
She beams, holding out her hand. On her ring finger, is a simple silver band with a solitary diamond.
Arthur’s mouth goes agape and he looks closely at the ring with a happy interest. "Why, congratulations!"
She brings back her hand to tuck hair behind her ear bashfully. "When I graduate next year, we will be going to Ireland for our honeymoon, that is where my fiancé is from. Well, kinda."
"Okay, so who is the lucky feller?"
"His name is Kieran Duffy. We met in my first year in college."
"Is he going into journalism too, then?"
She shakes her head and goes to a stack of papers to go through. "Oh no. He actually works as a groundskeeper. He has quite a career at keeping the university clean and beautiful, inside and out. Plus, he works with troubled kids over the summer and teaches them fishing, so I will get to see him when I help at the park sometimes. He rather enjoys it."
Arthur steps away from the counter, his eyes softening. He’s glad that at least someone is having a successful relationship. It seems that he always finds a way to mess his up. "Well, I am happy for you."
"Thanks, Arthur."
He waves as he walks on, heading into the conference room where there is usually a morning briefing and assignments.
Other than the tension in his personal life, everything else has been going well. Having been a game warden for almost ten years, he has worked hard and diligently up the ranks. Reaching the level of Corporal, he hopes to be able to work with the Special Operations Unit, if he can only prove himself.
Though he does not worry about being late this time, he knows he doesn't want to risk it again, lest the captain finds him unloyal and uncommitted to the tasks that the SOU would require of him.
He sees that the meeting has not started yet, and sighs a breath of relief. He finds a seat next to his friend Charles, who has only been with the department for a few months. He’s young, built like a bison, and speaks with a calm and thoughtful air. He has been helping Arthur implement a full-fledged K-9 program in the department, and Charles has shown great promise in his field. And above all, Arthur trusts him, which speaks volumes.
"Hey, Charles."
Charles nods, his voice soft and calm. "Morning, Arthur.”
Arthur pulls out the chair next to his companion and takes a quick look around. “Captain Monroe here, yet?"
Charles shakes his head, smiling. "Nope. You're lucky."
"Am I?" Arthur laughs as he sits down. He lurches forward and the chair makes a warbled screech on the tiled floor.
Charles returns to face forward and rests his arms on the table in front of him. "I wouldn't want to get on his bad side."
"Sure, If he has one,” Arthur snorts.
"The nice ones usually do, when you least expect it."
Arthur can see his point, but decides to humor him. "I'll take your word for it." As their conversation settles, he looks over on Charles's left and sees Copper, his Chesapeake Bay Retriever, lying down. He pats Charles’s shoulder, and gestures to the canine. "Hey, thanks for taking him home for a few days."
Charles nods. "No problem, Arthur. If he and I are going to be working together, we might as well get used to one another, right?"
"Sure." Arthur was grateful to Charles for taking him for a few days. Even though Copper belonged to Arthur, ever since he was a pup, he needed to be able to not worry about him while he figured things out. Charles could see it anyway, the change in Arthur's demeanor, without even knowing about the incident at the party, but didn't think it was his place to ask. So, when Arthur suggested Charles take Copper for a couple of days, he gladly agreed. "Since we have this K-9 unit starting up, you will be getting a dog soon, I think."
"I was wondering about that. I overheard Captain Monroe asking someone about it yesterday."
"Well, good."
Before anything else could be said, Captain Monroe enters the room.
"Good morning," he formally greets. All in attendance make sure to rise in respect. He waves them down and they sit. "Just to make you all aware, although some of you may already be, school ends in three weeks, which means we will have more people active in parks, forests, and wild reserves." Captain Monroe fingers through some papers after setting them down on the table.
Finding one, he takes it and glances over it. He continues, "If you recall last year, we had some teenage arsonists who thought it amusing to start some wildfires, so be diligent in your patrols if you see unoccupied vehicles near dry grass and on the outskirts of our National parks. We also have a rising issue of drug trafficking this year. With that being said, Corporal Morgan and Warden Smith, you will be taking your K-9 unit and patrolling the northwestern region of our district. Try to avoid detection on the roads, and enter through the northern part of the woods."
"Understood," answers Charles.
"And before you ask, Morgan, the unit will be getting a new K-9 Monday, so Smith, it will be assigned to you. Sounds good, gentlemen?"
"Yes, sir," they answer in unison. Arthur turns to see a small smile on Charles's face.
"Very good. Let's continue with the remaining assignments."
Captain Monroe begins to go through each group and unit, reiterating the cautionary tales and places to keep an eye on. Arthur and Charles listen, though they don't need to. Arthur was only responsible for his unit and was to check in on other wardens as needed. He loved the freedom to be outdoors while also manning a gun and taking his dog along. To him, it has been the perfect job.
But knowing that some don't feel that way has bothered him in the past. He didn't appreciate the doubt that some had in his career choice.
Hosea and Bessie always told him he was intelligent and could have been a doctor or pursued a career in the exploratory sciences. But he preferred to help his folks work their ranch raising horses and hold riding classes. So, when he decided to go to college, it came as a surprise, as they were unsure of what he would pursue. But when they found out the reason why he even decided to go to college, they vocalized their concerns that his relationship with Mary wasn't healthy at the time. Arthur was convinced that being college educated would earn her parents' approval and they could get married, despite Hosea's assurances that it wouldn't. He didn't listen, had his heart broken, and they were certain that he would quit college, despite being close to graduation.
But he stuck with it. Earning two degrees in Biology and Conservation Law, it wasn't long before they were sitting in an auditorium watching him receive his badge after excelling in the Warden Academy.
Captain Monroe dismisses everyone and leaves the room. Charles and Arthur stand up, alerting Copper. Copper rises and comes to Arthur, tail furiously wagging.
"Hey, boy!" Arthur greets, patting his dog on the head. "Did ya miss me?"
"Do you wanna drive?" Charles asks, pushing his chair in.
"Naw, I see the look on your face. You take the reins for today. You oughta learn the routes, anyway."
"I know where we're going."
Arthur raises his hands in a playfully defensive gesture, smiling.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Charles chortles and Arthur takes Copper's leash.
"Let's go."
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After being on the road for a few minutes, a silence fell in the cab of the department truck. Arthur takes out a small leather sketchbook he uses as a journal and starts to write some thoughts down. He writes about this morning and the confusion he feels and hopes to figure things out. After writing, he looks out the window at the scenery and begins to sketch it.
"I didn't know you drew, Arthur."
Arthur turns and sees Charles glance his way before turning back to look at the road. "Oh. Yeah, I've been doing it since I was a boy. Not really good at it, it's just a hobby. It has been a while though, so I thought I'd get back into it."
"Oh really? I am into woodworking myself. I make bows."
Arthur lifts his chin, interested. "Really? Who taught you?"
"My mom. When we lived out at the reservation, it was important to keep our history alive. Making a hunter's bow was an honorary task. She also does some featherwork."
"So you're Native American? I thought that you're..."
"My father is black and my mother's Native American."
Arthur feels embarrassed, worried that he has offended him. "Oh. I hope I didn't offend you by..."
Charles lifts his hand in a passive gesture, putting Arthur at ease. "No, it's okay. I know you didn't mean anything by it. Most people are fine, but that doesn't mean everyone is. Even amongst my people, there were some."
"Huh."
"Yeah."
A small silence falls between them, the scenery changing slightly as they head more north. After another moment, Arthur clears his throat. "When did you move off the reservation, then?"
"I was almost eighteen. I guess my father wanted a different life for us. It was hard for my mom, but we adjusted eventually. I still go out to visit my family that's still there. I wish things could have been different for them."
Arthur doesn’t know if he should say anymore. There isn’t much to say. He looks to the back of the cab into the bed of the truck and sees Copper's head sticking up in his secured crate. He smiles. Turning back around he opens the page in his journal and begins to sketch a mountainous landscape.
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Finally approaching the woods from the northern side, they pull off under some trees to hide the truck. They both jump out and Arthur immediately goes to the bed of the truck to let Copper out, who begins to whine quietly. He knows he is about to start working and it excites him every time. Arthur grins. "Just hang in there, boy. You'll be out soon enough."
Charles grabs their packs and pulls out a pump action rifle. Though they prefer to avoid shooting anything, there was always a chance to encounter something dangerous in the woods.
Arthur leaps into the bed and lets Copper out, who bypasses him, and jumps down onto the ground, sniffing eagerly. Leaping over the side, Arthur meets Charles and takes his pack from him. "Thanks, Charles.”
"Sure, Arthur.” Charles rests his hands on his hips and regards the forest before them, taking a deep breath of the pine-scented air. “Where do you want to start?"
Considering their options, Arthur points east. "Let's check out the spots where folks tend to camp. We might pick something up there. If Copper gets anything, we will follow him then."
"Of course."
Locking up the truck, they begin to trek in the woods, heading to a secluded spot where people tend to camp at. The woods are thick and the fresh air circulates through the leaves, causing a rustling sound. Looking up through the trees into the sky, Arthur regards the clouds and wonders if it might rain. He pulls out his GPS and looks at their location. The campsite is a mile into the woods.
"Arthur, look."
Arthur immediately stops and looks to Charles, who points into the trees. Following the line of sight, Arthur spots it: a young buck, gently eating at a small bush. Arthur looks at Copper, who remains still and does not bark.
"Good dog," Arthur whispers.
They remain still for a moment and wait for the deer to trot gracefully in between some aspens.
"Let's hope he lives a long life.”
Arthur replies with conviction and solemnity. "That's what we are here for, Charles. Let's keep going."
They move onward. As they continue, the light penetrates through the trees less and less. Arthur takes note of the health of the trees, indicating the dryness of the foliage in his Game Warden's logbook.
"Hopefully it will rain soon. It isn't good how early in the summer it is to have it dry like this."
"Yeah," Charles agrees.
It has been almost twenty minutes, and they approach the campsite. Pushing away at some low branches, Copper runs ahead and sniffs the site. Arthur holds back the branches for Charles who nods in thanks and they walk around the space. Charles immediately goes to the fireplace and checks the coals.
"Still warm. There is still a glow. So irresponsible."
Arthur regards the trash. Thankfully, it was all in a bag, but it was still left behind.
"Do you think they could still be around?" Charles asks.
"I don't think so. There's no tent."
"Maybe they're day hikers."
"Could be." Arthur notices a bunch of sunflower seed shells strewn all over the ground. "Don't people know they can burn half of the trash they bring in?"
"I guess not. Look at the sky." They both look up and see an opening in the trees. A line of smoke shoots straight up. Fire.
"The other camp?"
"Let's go, Arthur."
Arthur kicks dirt on the coals, stifling any that desire to burn. "Okay. Let's remember to come back and pick up the trash later."
"Sure thing."
Arthur whistles sharply. "Copper, heel!"
Copper comes quickly to Arthur's side and they move on to another common campsite.
"Who normally camps out here?" Charles grunts as he ducks under a tree.
"Teenagers and young adults who want to be alone," Arthur answers matter-of-factly. Copper leaves Arthur's side and trots ahead, keeping his head low to the ground.
"I can imagine," Charles scoffs, disgusted.
"C'mon. Don't tell me you never had a wild streak?" Arthur laughs, remembering the days when he would sneak out to meet Mary at the diner in town during its late hours. They'd share a milkshake and a few sweet nothings, and he'd come back home before Hosea and Bessie would even notice he was ever gone. Sure, he'd be exhausted in the morning, but it was typical for high school sweethearts to do things like that.
"Nope.”
Arthur’s smile falls, but after thinking about it, it doesn’t really surprise him. "Oh."
"I am guessing you did?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I condone trashing up a camp and leaving an unattended fire."
"Sure," Charles laughs.
Suddenly, Copper stops ahead of them and lifts his head. He sniffs the air and signals that he has found something of interest. Charles and Arthur stop laughing and watch. "Find, boy," Arthur commands, and Copper takes off.
Right in the direction of the camp.
"Something's not right," Charles says thoughtfully.
Arthur can’t help but agree. "Let's go see."
They walk briskly through the woods, carefully watching their steps, and see Copper sniffing at something large on the ground. It takes a moment to realize what it is.
It is a partially charred body.
Let me know if you want the next chapter! 😊
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Oh dang!!!
Come Back To Me
Currently imagining Arthur Morgans reaction to seeing you again after you supposedly died.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood/injuries + torture, eventual fluff, no smut (yet), Arthur Morgan x reader, probably out of character, but he just really loves you okay, so he gets emotional
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Let's say when Dutch was going to meet up with Colm, you offered yourself to act as backup instead, not wanting to make Arthur work any harder than he had.
Infact, seeing how exhausted your husband was, you were about to tear Dutch a new one for trying to make him work even more.
But they needed a sniper. And sure, you were tired. You had just gotten back from another solo job, where you scored a pretty penny for the gang. But you knew Arthur deserved a break. And so you said you'd help instead.
But while waiting on that mountain top for Colm to try something, you got distracted. You were tired, and you got sloppy. You weren't expecting his men to come for you. They snuck up behind you and wrangled you to the ground, with it taking four, maybe five men to keep you pinned down before they finally knocked you out.
When Dutch returned without you, Arthur knew something was wrong. Dutch claimed that you were probably out just doing another job, running off like you always did. Your horse was even gone from where you hitched it. And foolishly, Arthur believed him.
Now, it had been 3, maybe, 4 months after your disappearance. One month in Dutch stopped sending out search parties after they found your hat bloodied in an abandoned house, along with a note from Colm, implying you were tortured to death. They searched the area for any trails, but all of them were ruined past the point of tracking.
Charles and Javier arrived back to camp, bearing the bad news, that no trail could be found. Dutch pronounced you dead and had a honorary funeral. Swearing they would all eventually get revenge on Colm for this.
Revenge hadn't come.
It became even more of a common sight to see Arthur come back to camp covered in blood that wasn't his. He obsessively picked off O'Driscolls, killing and torturing every camp he found. Questioning every single one; Where were you? Where was Colm? What had Colm done to you? Were you even still alive?
Even after the camp had sat him down and told him you were probably dead, he had never stopped searching. He drew away from Dutch, isolating himself from the gang. Drinking himself into a stupor, it was the only thing that let him sleep. He stopped talking or eating much. Always working, bringing in cash but never staying for too long.
He stopped sleeping at camp. Your tent reminded him of you. Nobody ever took it over or moved your things because they all knew Arthur would gut whoever did.
Every night he laid awake, blaming himself for your fate.
Why did he let you take his place? Why hadn't he searched for you the second Dutch came home without you? He couldn't do anything right. The same thing that happened to Eliza and Issac had happened to you. And all he did was sit around like a fool and let it happen.
Was this his punishment? For everything he had done? Was this hell? He wasn't religious, but every night where he went to bed without your presence next to his, it sure felt like it.
Why couldn't it have been him? Why did it have to be you? Why couldn't he have at least died with you? He would spend an eternity in hell if he could spend his eternity with you.
And now he was riding into Valentine. Alone. Riding into an endless nightmare alone without you.
As he was hitching his horse outside the saloon, he saw your distinct mare hitched right next to his.
For a moment he was happy. Happy for the first time in a long time. As this was proof that maybe, just maybe you were alive. And then, he realized what had actually happened.
Some bastard after killing you had taken your horse. Like some sort of trophy.
He stomped inside the saloon. He bought that horse for you. Saw it at Strawberry while going to free Micah and just knew that you had to have it after your last one died in Blackwater.
The girl was so sweet, and obedient too. He had hunted down a panther in Lemoyne and sold it to the trapper to make a saddle for you. He made sure to fill up the saddle bags with everything you'd need to care for it, along with a couple of other gifts for you sprinkled in. When he shyly brought the whole ensemble to you, you jumped into his arms like you two were young again.
And now some selfish bastard was making a mockery of it. He walked up to the Bartender and slammed his hands on the bar, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt. Demanding to know who rode in with that horse.
The bartender nervously said they had rented a room. Were still upstairs as they spoke. He walked upstairs, unholstering his knife. He was gonna make this slow.
He treaded carefully towards the bedroom, turning the handle. It was locked. He backed up and kicked the door open, pointing his gun at whoever was inside, ready to shoot them in the leg if they tried to escape.
And then?
He saw you.
Standing near the bed, bruises and cuts, scars new and old littering your body. Wrapped in bandages soaked in blood. Leaning against a bedpost, barely able to stand, pointing a shaky gun at the intruder.
Time stood still as your eyes met.
He dropped his gun. You lowered yours.
Then, he ran towards you. Wrapping you in a hug, tears streaming down his face. Crying into the crook of your neck like a little boy.
Arthur never really cried. He hadn't cried in so long. He never let himself cry. But you? You were alive.
He dropped to his knees. Still holding onto your body, now just your legs, for dear christ. Like you might fade away if he let go. He wouldn't let you go. Not ever again.
He missed you more than anything.
You slowly bent down, running your fingers through his hair.
Were you real? Was this real?
You got down to his level, kissing him on the forehead and putting your hand on the back of his head. Pushing him into your chest, as he only sobbed louder.
About how he thought he lost you. How the whole gang thought you had died. How he missed you every waking moment. How he would've given anything just to hold you one more time.
You rubbed circles onto the back of his head as you comforted him. Whispering to him that you were fine, that they only tortured you, that you eventually managed to get out. That you're alive. That you're with him. That you're here for him.
The months that he thought you were dead melted away.
You were alive.
You're with him.
You're here.
God.
He was never letting you go again.
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Okay, so should I do a smutty pt2 where he REALLY shows you how much he missed you, or should I do one who he goes fucking yandere esque from the prospect of almost losing you?? Or should I do both??
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cowboy game...
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What I think of Whenever Arthur Morgan leaves the gang to live in Wapiti with Charles in fanfics haha
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Arthur Morgan black and white
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New profile pic, beautiful blue eyed boy ~
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Do you have a rough ETA for the next chapter of Leather and lace? No pressure, just a big fan of all of your work <3
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Thank you for checking in! Yes, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it? My next chapter throws them all up into Colter and I got a lot of things brewing so I need to pare them down a bit and get them organized.
I have the first section done, so I may just break this up into multiple parts like I did “Feelings Revealed”. If that’s the case, I may have the first section up in about a week or so. 🤞
Thank you for sticking with me and being patient. It makes my black heart so happy. I appreciate you.
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Love this idea!!!
Abigail Marston Role Play AU Idea
So, I've been roleplaying Abigail for over five years now and I've been wanting to spread out. Here's her bio here. But what I really want is to try something new in the fandom. I really want to find a partner who is interested in writing about something other than her role with John.
I want to find a partner who is interested in Abigail as a person, not just a mother and Mrs. Marston. So, I'm opening myself up for AU's! Romance isn't my main goal, but I'd really love to write it. I would prefer to write WLW with her, especially if it's with an OC she clicks with, but anything is fine!
Basically, what is Abigail like without John? What if they were amicable but no longer together? We see TONS of Roleplay with John and other characters together or John with Ocs. This is her RP blog if anyone is interested in that instead.
Let's try the same with Abigail! I use tumblr and discord.
#abigail marston#abigail roberts#red dead redemption 2#van der linde gang#abigail roberts x reader#abigail marston x reader#rdr2
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There he is! Happy Monday!!!
boah with journal for Morgan Monday
#arthur morgan#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#my vp#the summer gunslinger#arthur morgan rdr2#rdr2 photography
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Daddy Arthur. That's it that's the post. Credit goes to https://www.instagram.com/tellurian_vp/
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Since it's pride month I wanna talk about something I've noticed in the Red Dead Redemption fandom:
The Bisexual erasure of Sadie Adler and Arthur Morgan.
I apologize if this comes across as harsh, but it's something that's been on my mind since I started interacting w/ this media. And as a bisexual, I wanted to discuss it further.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with shipping these characters with the same sex. Personally, I am a Charthur shipper till the day I die. I don't ship Sadie with anyone but her husband, but I still enjoy seeing the fanart and headcanons of the women she's shipped with.
That being said, these characters are not lesbian or gay. That's literally a fact, and if you think otherwise it is bisexual erasure.
Let's start with Sadie Adler. Her entire character arc is getting revenge on the O'Driscolls for killing her husband. Whom she mourns for years, and talks about frequently with Arthur/other camp members. Now, if you want to ship her w/ Abigail or Molly or whomever, go for it!! But she has loved and still loves her husband. She is not a lesbian, and she didn't just magically turn into a lesbian after Jake's death. If she had any love interests other than Jake, this would make her bisexual. (even Sapphic is still a more appropriate term than lesbian)
The same goes for women in real life who have dated men first, then dated a woman. Just because their current partner is the same sex doesn't mean we can assume they are suddenly lesbian. Calling characters lesbians even if they have been in a relationship with men before is bisexual erasure.
This same concept is applied to Arthur Morgan. He had previous relationships with women. (one of whom he still has strong feelings for) and he is attracted to women. We see this with his greeting dialogue and when he compliments people. I believe Arthur's character is more likely to be bisexual than Sadie's, given his interactions w/ some of the men in the game. But that doesn't erase the fact that he's still attracted to the opposite sex. Arthur is not a gay man. Disregarding his past relationships w/ women is a form of bisexual erasure.
There is a huge double standard here because if these character's were actually lesbian/gay and the fandom decided to ship them with people of the opposite sex (i.e headcanon they are bi), there would be a major discourse.
Whenever bisexual women and men are presented in the media I always notice a few things:
Bi women are "secretly straight"
Bi women "don't know their lesbian yet"
Bi men are "secretly gay"
As well as this funny little graphic below ↓
Like I said before, I am bisexual. And if I'm being honest this years pride month has been exhausting and mildly infuriating with how the community seems to disregard bisexuals in a hetero relationship.
I stopped talking about my bisexuality with people because once they know I have been in a committed relationship with a man for seven years, I am suddenly excluded from the conversation.
I've had ex-friends tell me that I only identify as bisexual to "fit in" with the queer community. I've had people in college assume I was lesbian bc of the way I dressed, and then try to tell me that I must be secretly lesbian when I tell them I'm Bi. (Ppl also assumed I was non-binary bc of the way I presented but that's another story)
This stuff doesn't just happen to fictional characters, it happens to real people every single day. I'm honestly tired of ppl saying "well my headcanon doesn't hurt anybody, they're not real." Yes it does!! You are supporting Bi erasure!!
That's all I'm gonna say on this topic for now. I'd love to leave it open for discussion, but please be nice. This isn't a call-out or me trying to antagonize the queer rdr community. I just wanted to get it off my mind.
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