Baldur’s Gate Obsession Took Over ✨

What an amazing performance! He was so convincing as Macbeth. He really portrayed the highs and lows of the character and the character's sanity.

What is it about our Doctors that do great Shakespeare? My favourite Hamlet is David Tennant and now this amazing performance from Christopher Eccleston.

One minute you are telling a story.

This turned out so cute! I need this in my life! 

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Party! That’s exactly what this camp needs right now. The past few weeks have been nothing short of hell. First the Blackwater heist fails and then being chased by Pinkertons and lawmen up to Colter where you and everyone else nearly froze to death. Losing Davey and Jenny along the way and still suspecting that Mac may have followed his brother out. Poor Sean, everyone thought he wouldn’t make it either. It was a good thing Trelawney was keeping an eye on things down in Blackwater. 

Uncle and Bill heave out the multiple boxes of beer and whiskey while Sean stands on the log used for chopping firewood and makes a speech about how everything will be better now that “Dead Eye MacGuire” is back. You giggle when he calls Arthur a grumpy old bastard and you put your hand on Arthur’s arm, knowing how sensitive he can be about things like this. 

Everyone’s happy for the excuse to drink and let loose, so everyone soon has a drink in hand. Karen, Javier and Uncle sit around the table, singing. Karen seems determined to get drunk before anyone else can, but Bill and Sean seem to be taking the challenge personally. You’re happy to begin drinking too, but then you see Arthur, downing possibly his second bottle of whiskey. 

“Take it easy, cowboy,” you say, patting his back. “You know how you are when you’re drunk.” 

“Hey, we’re supposed to be enjoyin’ ourselves, ain’t we?” he said. 

“Okay. But when you get a wicked hangover tomorrow, don’t tell me to stop you next time you try and get drunk.” You walk off and join Uncle, who has moved over to the fire. He, Bill, Javier and John begin singing “the ring dang doo”. You giggle, taking a swig of your own drink and join in. 

“Hey wait a second, sweetheart,” Arthur slurs, plopping down next to you on the log. He then joins in on the song. 

After the song, Dutch calls for something more civilized and turns on his gramophone, playing a classical piece. Since your butt has gone to sleep on the log, you stand up, grabbing Arthur’s hand, and ask him to dance with you. It’s obvious he’s already going a little deep on the drink, but he’s still sober enough to do so. He holds you tight against him, humming in your ear. You love it as he’s not often open about being physically affectionate with you in the camp. 

As the night progresses, Arthur gets steadily more and more drunk. You’re not doing too good yourself, but you know when to call it quits, so you do. You’re sat on the log again, trying to focus your eyes on the fire in front of you, but feeling a little weird. You haven’t seen Arthur in a while, not since before Karen took Sean into John’s tent. 

Someone sits down beside you. “Well ain’t you a pretty thing?” Arthur huffs in a rough and slurred voice. 

You giggle and look at him. “You always was sweet.” 

“How-” he lets out a soft burb, “how you know what I’m like? We ain’t… never met, have we?” 

Looking into Arthur’s bloodshot eyes, it hits you that he is beyond plastered. Oh boy. But since you’re pretty drunk yourself, you decide to play along with it. 

“Guess we ain’t. But you sure are handsome, mister.” 

“Ah, I’m an ugly ol’ bastard, ask… ask anyone who’s met me.” 

“I’ve met you and I don’t think so.” 

He smiles at you, his eyes crossing a bit. “And you’d be the first. Tell me, wha’s a cute thing like you doin’ out here alone? Y-you got a feller?” 

“Sure,” you say, taking a swig of whiskey, forgetting you’re trying to sober up. 

He looks at you as hard as he can through his bleary eyes. “Y-you do? Is it just for fun or…” 

“Nah, I’m married to him. He’s the best man I ever met.” 

Arthur huffs and looks at his feet. “I’ll bet he is. After all, I bet you’re the sweetest lady ‘tween California and Chicago.” 

You giggle again. “Mister, you’re makin’ me blush! Trust me, I ain’t that sweet.” 

He looks at you disbelievingly. He smiles a bit. “So tell me about this feller of yours?” 

“Oh he’s big, strong, handsome. Best rider and shooter I ever seen. Y’know, he taught me how to shoot a gun and ride a horse? Best teacher, too. I fell head over heels for him.” 

Arthur grumbles a bit. “Yeah, I’ll bet you did.” 

You don’t hear him and you go on. “He’s got these pretty blue eyes. I could stare into them for ages. They’re so pretty. And when he holds me…” you smile, thinking about how wonderful his arms feel wrapped around you. “Pure Heaven.” 

“That so? Bet I could do better!” His squinting eyes are on you again.

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you prove it then, mister?” 

Arthur’s eyes widen a bit, as he’s clearly taken aback. “Y-you serious? Your feller around?” 

“Oh yeah, he’s around, I doubt he’s sober enough to know what I’m doing though. Don’t worry, he won’t be mad.” 

“You was my girl, I’d be mad. Seein’ some big brute huggin’ my wife.” 

“Nah, like I said, he’s off dead drunk somewhere around here. Trust me, even if he sees us he probably won’t remember nothin’.” 

Arthur smiles a bit. “Well, okay. If he comes rushin’ over though, I ain’t makin’ no promises.” 

You return the smile. He holds out his arms and leans over to you, enveloping you. Immediately you bury your head into his chest as his chin settles on your head. Man, he is warm! He’s always warm, but the alcohol has made him damn near hot. You sniff hard, taking in the intoxicating scent of his skin. You’ve always liked the way he smells naturally. 

After a moment or two, he leans back so he can stare down at you. “There. How’s that compare?” 

“Mm, pure heaven,” you say, smirking. Then you stretch up and press your lips to his. He doesn’t bolt back, and his lips move against yours. He sighs, his hand moving up to your shoulder. 

When you remove your lips from his, he smiles. “That was good, miss. But I don’t think  your man will be happy.” 

“Oh don’t worry, Mr. Morgan. He won’t remember a thing.” 

“In that case, would ya mind goin’ in for another?” 

You respond by kissing him again. 

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In the morning, Arthur groans. He’s lying on his back in your shared cot. The only thing hiding his naked body from view is the blanket you both sleep under. He runs his hand over his face. 

“You waking up finally?” you say, knowing exactly how he feels. Damn, you drank way too much last night.

“If this is what you call awake,” he grumbles. His bleary eyes open to see you dressing yourself, though you’re not at all happy about it. 

“What… what happened last night?” he asks after he realizes he’s naked. 

You smile. “Oh Arthur, you were downright sweet last night. I didn’t know you was a romantic drunk.” 

He lets out a pleading groan, flopping back onto the bed. “I didn’t do nothin’ stupid, did I?” 

“Well, by your standards, no. Like I said, you were cute.” 

me, constantly:

The people reading it:

And I am crying it is perfection.

Javier singing “Recuerda me” (Remember me) from Coco.

Bill singing “Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-ooo” from Home On The Range.

Charles singing Paint With All The Colors

Dutch singing “How Far I’ll Go”

I hope I ticked all the boxes for this one, lol. But it definitely turned out very fluffy (which is good, because I live for fluff! They are my favorite to write, especially with Arthur). Enjoy! 

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You stand on the edge of Horseshoe Overlook, repeater in hand, waiting for an improbable attack. Of course, you can’t be entirely sure there won’t be one. Arthur mentioned a couple days ago running into some Pinkertons while he was out fishing with Jack. Something tells you that if they found this place, they’d have no problems marching in. 

An hour later, the sun’s beginning its slow descent into the sky and you hear something: a horse coming down the path. Just as you lean around a tree to see who it is, Arthur comes into view. 

“Oh hey, Arthur!” you say excitedly. Not only does he carry heavy weight in camp, he’s one of the nicest men you’ve ever met (despite being an outlaw), and he’s also the man you’re in love with. You haven’t had the courage to tell him this, the thought alone terrifies you. 

He gives you an adorable “gun” finger salute as he trots past, but you notice his eyes don’t crinkle the way they do when he smiles, almost like he’s faking it. He goes on towards the camp and you follow him, wondering if something’s wrong. 

When you get to camp, you ask Karen to take guard duty for now, explaining you’ll make up for it later. She accepts, saying you owe her a whiskey, to which you agree. Arthur dismounts his horse, feeding her a treat. You hear him say, “rest now, girl. You did good.” God, he’s so cute the way he talks to his horse. 

He continues on towards his tent and young Jack crosses his path as he walks. “Hiya, Uncle Arthur!” 

“Hey there, Jack. You keepin’ safe?” Arthur’s been worried about him ever since he ran into the Pinkertons. Of course, Arthur’s always been protective. 

“Yeah.”

“You still reading with Hosea?” 

“Yeah! He read me a story about a prince! I did a page all by myself!” 

“That’s excellent, son! Good for you!” 

Jack skips off and Arthur continues on towards his tented wagon, his shoulders rolling as he walks. You melt at the exchange he had with Jack. He is the most adorable, gentle man you’ve met. How is it that he’s a wanted man? 

Arthur shuffles around his wagon a bit, adjusting some things on his little table. Then he grabs the flaps of the canvas and pulls them down, clearly wanting some privacy. 

Silently, you go over to his tent and peak in. The sight breaks your heart. He’s sitting on the cot, hunched over, his hands clasped together as his elbows rest on his thighs. You can tell he’s upset about something. 

“Mr. Morgan?” you ask. 

He looks up and clears his face. “Oh, hey there, Y/N. What can I do for ya?” 

“Nothing. I just wanted to check on you. I was… I guess worried. You okay?” 

He smiles a little, huffing a bit. “Oh I’m doin’ just fine.” 

You can tell he’s lying, and you’re nervous to stay any longer. It’s clear he wants to be alone. However, you swallow your fear and walk into the tent. 

“Can I ask what’s wrong, Mr. Morgan? Whenever I have something weighing heavy on my mind, I find it’s helpful to tell someone.” 

“Oh trust me, no one wants to hear about my problems. I’m just… just a sad, miserable ol’ outlaw.” 

Your heart feels like it’s going to break. How can he think such awful things about himself when every time you see him, he’s doing something good to those around him? Bringing Mary-Beth a pen, reading stories to Jack, giving that one-armed man in Valentine money. Every time you’re with him, he proves the exact opposite of what he’s saying now.

“You… don’t really think that’s true, do you, Mr. Morgan?” 

“Oh trust me, I ain’t sayin’ bad enough about myself. I’m… a no-good killer, a fighter. And uh, just a bad man.” 

A tear slides down your cheek and you go sit down next to him. “Mr. Morgan, forgive me, but that’s not what I see. Every time you’re around, I see you helping folk, making people smile. I see you doing too much good to believe that a bad man is all you are.” 

“You don’t know me very well, Y/N. Hell, you only been with us a few months. Wait a few years, you’ll be sayin’ somethin’ different.” 

“I don’t think so. If anything, I’ll probably be sayin’ even nicer things about you. And honestly, Mr. Morgan, I’ve never lied to you. I ain’t startin’ now.” 

“Trust me, you won’t. No one does, everyone who spends any length of time with me knows how horrible I am.” 

“I’ve spent plenty of time with you,” you say. “I don’t think you’re horrible. Sure, you’ve made some bad choices, but who hasn’t? I… I’ve made choices that I regret too. But you can’t look at the world with people split in two based on good and bad. People are complicated. You’re complicated. That’s how the world is, and you ain’t doin’ yourself any favors by seeing it that way.” 

He sighs heavily, looking away from you. He doesn’t speak for a few moments and when he finally does open his mouth, you’re sure he’s about to tell you to leave him alone. 

“To be honest, Y/N, I really am a bad man. The only thing I’m good for is fightin’. All I ever been good at.” 

“Mr. Morgan, can I ask who told you this?” 

“No one told me, Y/N. I… I always known. And the other night, robbin’ that train full o’ city folk. Well, I robbed and beaten plenty of people before, they was really no different. But… I was over near Strawberry earlier. Some guy challenged me to a race. Guess he just bought a new horse, wanted to show off. Anyways, ol’ Artemis and I gave him a run for his money. I won, of course.” He scratches his chin. “When that other bastard got there, he was real angry. So angry he shot his horse in the head, so I shot him. Don’t quite know why I did neither. When…. When I shot him, I realized I felt nothin’. Not joy, not regret. Just nothin’.” 

“Maybe because there was nothing to feel, Mr. Morgan. After all, a man who can so easily shoot his new horse he was so proud of moments ago cannot be much of a man at all. Perhaps… perhaps you killing him was a good thing.” 

“How do you mean?” he asks. He finally turns to you, his blue eyes searching yours. 

“Well, if he can so easily shoot a horse in that fashion, something tells me he doesn’t know how to rein in his anger, that he lets it get the better of him. Who knows? Maybe he was constantly hurting his wife or kids if he had them. Maybe you killing them will send them relief, freedom. That’s the way I have to see the world, Mr. Morgan, that our bad deeds have a positive effect somewhere in the world.” 

Arthur grunts a bit. “Maybe. But… but I’m still nothin’ more than a fighter.” 

“No you’re not. Forgive me, Mr. Morgan, but I’ve been watching you probably more than you think. You’re a good man, a wanderer, a hunter. An artist too I bet.” 

“How do you figure that?” He cocks his eyebrow a bit, staring at you from the side of his eye. Part of you thinks he’s on the verge of smiling, which encourages you. 

“I’ve seen you sitting on the edge of camp, writing and doodling in that journal of yours. John told me Dutch taught the two of you to draw, but it didn’t take with him.” 

“Hmm, a lot of things didn’t take with that boy.” 

You giggle, but don’t really want to lead this conversation into a heated discussion about John Marston and his flaws. “I bet you’re good though. Could… I mean, would you hate me for asking if I could see your drawings?” 

You are extremely doubtful that he’d give you that privilege. After all, you and Mary-Beth talked about journaling and she mentioned how Arthur is notorious for it, but how no one has ever seen the inside of his. However, Arthur surprises you by sighing heavily and taking his journal out. He flips through it quickly, finding a page that has a drawing of a large wolf on it. He hands you the book, though he seems nervous. 

Gently, you take it from him and inspect the drawing. It’s beautiful, professional even. You can so easily see the textures of the wolf’s fur, the bristles of the pines behind it. It’d be impossible to not admire the strokes put down, each one with their own intention and purpose. 

“Mr. Morgan, this is incredible. I knew you were an artist, but I didn’t think you were this good.” 

“Oh nonsense. Anyone can draw like this. Hell, I bet you ain’t that bad of an artist yourself.” 

It’s your turn to raise your brow. “You wanna bet? Give me your pencil.” 

He hands it to you and, in the lower right corner, you draw a small version of his wolf, which is far more than laughable. You’ve never been very good at drawing, but even this version is pathetic. After a few minutes, you hand him back his journal. 

“There. Now your wolf has a badly deformed companion.” 

Arthur takes one look at it and then he lets out a laugh. “I like it,” he says after a moment, his eyes meeting yours. This time, his eyes crinkle. 

You can’t help but giggle. “I’m glad you like it, Mr. Morgan.” 

Still grinning, he straightens up a bit. “Why you always callin’ me Mr. Morgan? You can call me Arthur on occasion, you know.” 

“Oh I… I know,” you say, looking down at your lap, your cheeks burning. “I… I don’t know why I do.” 

He admires your features for a moment. Arthur knows you’re sweet on him. He clued into it pretty quick when he first asked you to call him by his first name weeks ago and you refused. Then he heard Tilly and Mary-Beth joking about how they knew. He also noticed you did things for him no one else did: bringing him coffee in the morning, offering to clean his guns, how he was the only person you asked to teach you how to play poker and black jack. Other small things you did only for him. It didn’t take long for him to realize he felt something for you too.

He finds your behavior now endearing and you’ve helped cheer him up immensely. He grabs your hand and lifts it, placing a soft kiss to the back of it, which causes you to look up at him. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says. 

You’re blushing hard again. “You’re welcome. Arthur.” 

Just as he’s about to lean over to try and place a kiss to your lips, Grimshaw’s shrill voice carries across camp. 

“Where the hell is Y/N?! That damn girl, always disappearing! I swear when I find her…” 

“Shit,” you say and quickly yank your hands out of Arthur’s grasp and then darting outside to subdue Grimshaw. 

Howdy everyone!

A couple weeks back I reached 1000 followers, and today, May 18th, marks my one year anniversary of creating this account and joining ya’ll on this site. It’s been one hell of a ride and experience for me. Made some cool friends here. Never ever expected to get as many followers as I have, and I’m thrilled to see the numbers still grow as I continue to appreciate this wonderful cowboy game with ya’ll.

So as a thank you, it’s time again for another follower giveaway. Like last time, I will be doing screenshot redraws from RDR2 in my vector style!

There will be two winners (one for each of these milestones)

Here are the rules, same as before:

1. You must be following me

2. You must reblog this post, liking it is great but it won’t count as an entry. You can reblog as many times as you like, each reblog will count as an additional entry in the final random drawing

3. This post needs to be reblogged by Midnight CDT Wednesday, June 10th (it’s going to be a long window!)

4. Just as I did last time, I reserve the right to refuse your reference image or character and request another, don’t want to sound mean, but I’m doing this for fun, I want to enjoy it too!

Here is the Prize:

Vector Art! These are examples from some previous stuff

I will be upfront and say that if you do win, I will probably be SLOW at getting these done. I’ve got a lot of things I want to work on and am working on at the moment, I will do my best to properly prioritize.

Anyway, good luck everyone! And thank you again, my deepest appreciation and love for you all. This journey has been a fun one, and I couldn’t have done it without the lot of you :D 

Omg, well I didnt think I would ever reach this amount but today is crazy and ya’ll are so amazing and wonderful so I am gonna be doing another giveaway for reaching 4,000 followers!

Prizes:

The winner will recieve one full color half body piece of a character or oc of their choice.

The second place winner will recieve a half body sketch of a character or oc of their choice.

To enter you must:

Be following me.

Reblog this post one time.

Important:

Likes do not count as an entry

I will do nsft

If there is something you are not sure about please just ask me.

Again I wanna thank everyone who sent me asks, kind messages, and just stuck with me on this blog I really love each and every one of you, thank you!