#amber posts stuff

I started painting this prior to the film's release (which was awesome by the way), so don't worry about spoilers!

I've loved Finnpoe since The Force Awakens came out, and through fandom and its creativity these two helped me come to terms with my sexuality.

Thrilled to finally share these paintings with you all! I had the pleasure of meeting Kaili, Curzon and Stephen on Saturday, and gave each a print. They loved them, and asked me to sign their copies! 😁

The single reason I haven't posted art of Arthur before now is because I have such a huge love for this character that I wanted my first work to be my best. 20 sketches later.. 😂 I'm proud to share my painting of Arthur Morgan with you all!

I've always enjoyed video games, but not to the degree Red Dead Redemption 2 has affected me. And I've never had a connection to a game character like I do Arthur. I'm on my fourth play through now and continue to be stunned by new interactions and dialogue.

A colossal thank you to Roger Clark for giving us this amazing character. Forever in awe of his work.

Summary: Just a regular morning in camp. Arthur has duties, you would rather have him to yourself.

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female reader

Warnings: None! Just some drabbly fluff!

Word count: 500

A firm hand instinctively pulled you against a body before you had even returned to the world of the living. His scratchy beard tickled against your shoulder as he nuzzled into it, and his hot breath was in your ear as his breathing shifted.

Your legs were tangled together in a mess of sweat and skin, a consequence of the Lemoyne humidity. You sleepily stroked one of your toes against his foot, which was muddled up with yours.

Arthur sighed. “Mmmm, mornin’...”

You mumbled in response, rolling yourself over to be snuggled into his side.

You heard the distant sounds of water splashing and alligators roaring as their hunt for prey began. Dying fires hissed across the way and footsteps were carried across the landing of Shady Belle.

Your arm travelled up and flopped over his chest, fingers running through the thick hair there. Your breath came slow against his skin just as his arm snaked around your back. Arthur's hand absently trailed back and forth along your spine, fingers occasionally coming into play to draw shapes in your skin.

You moaned in satisfaction at his movements, and extended your touch further down to his belly button, tips of nails tickling the skin.  

Eyes still closed, you craned your neck and pressed a sloppy kiss to his jawline. Your lips clicked together lazily. He turned his head and found your lips. He hummed. “What'cha doin’ today?”

“Cuddlin’ you,” you mumbled into his chin, pulling the blanket taut around you.

He chuckled. “I gotta head out. Dutch wants a house checked out in Saint Denis.”

“I dun'wanna hear about Dutch…” You stuck your face into his neck, open mouthed kissing the skin there. It elicited a belly laugh from him. Your hair trickled over Arthur's chest and your fingers found themselves against his scalp, digits rubbing firmly in circles.

They continued to work their way through his locks, occasionally tugging out a tangled section. He slipped his eyes shut again momentarily.

It was your turn to laugh. His face was numbed in a trance, bordering on asleep again.

You retracted yourself from his grasp, propping up on an elbow.

"Hey, there," he said softly.

"Hey."

Your hand started to caress his face, taking a cheek and stroking your knuckles across it. Then, it moved to his chin, thumb examining the scar there. You angled his head and your lips met. He pushed himself up to reach you more.

You pulled back slightly with a smile, but he kept you right in place. Your head hit his chest as you felt both of his arms wrap around you, tracing every mole and freckle he could find.

“Let's stay here.”

Pleased to share my new painting with you guys! This is my imagining of what Colin O'Donoghue's upcoming role, JJ Sneed, could be like.