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@vaagus​  for  nathan     !!

@vaagus​ asked: 👫 for john!

send me a 👫 for four headcanons about our muses’ relationship -- no longer accepting

    - Arthur really wasn’t all that quick to take to John when he first joined them. It wasn’t outright hatred, it was more about the reason on why they were bothering with him. However, at the time there was nothing he really could complain about when it came to John that couldn’t be fired back at Arthur himself, so it shut him up pretty quick after a few comments. With how small the gang was at the time, it didn’t take long before he started to bond with him, but there was always some sort of frustration from Arthur that still lingered well into adulthood. 

    - The “don’t be two people at once” conversation both genuine advice and projection from Arthur. It comes from reflection of how he handled the situation with his own son and his mother, something he can’t help but see with John as well. It’s part of why he has held the grudge over John leaving for that year, seeing as John left and then was welcomed back while Arthur tried to keep one foot in each life and lost everything. There’s an envy there that likely would have always existed, much as he moved on from most of that by the end of Arthur’s life. 

    - Much as Arthur drags his feet about John’s rescue out of pure stubbornness over his grudge, along with him generally being a hardass with him sometimes, he is relieved that John’s doing alright after the opening chapter in the game. Much as he has his issues with his past actions, John is probably the closest Arthur’s felt to having a sibling and that does mean something in the end. 

Send me a ‘’<3′’ if you actually like my blog – always accepting

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Thank you guys so much! I had to screenshot it all because I was getting so many. I honestly did not expect to get this many?? Thank you all so much! Always feel free to hmu for plotting, ooc conversations, and whatnot, as well as sending memes ! I really appreciate all of this ! It made my night !

More blog-specific stuff below !

          –- “ Arthur -? Sorry, just passing through- ”

The still, thick air almost seemed CHOKING in the sun, the normally unphased hunter having a second glance at the gunslinger sat up in the shade against a boulder. He certainly had the right idea.

Perhaps he was doodling, taking a siesta- Charles normally could care less, walking by with a wave, but given he was SHIRTLESS, he was more hell-bent on trying to find some privacy. He assumed the woods surrounding camp would at least offer some solitude, but he had neglected to notice Arthur potentially lounging about with the same idea. 

@vaagus​ asked: 🌻🌻🌻🌻

send me a 🌻 and i’ll tell you whatever -- still accepting

🌻 - The first ever game I remember playing was Running Wild for the PS1. I mostly remember a lava level and how square the characters were. My favorite was the zebra. lol Though, S/ly Cooper was probably the first game series I played through majorly.

🌻 - Something about snow freaks me out. It’s the silence, you can hear nothing but yourself and walking around without music or something in the middle of winter just leaves me feeling very strange. lol 

🌻 - One of my dogs, Buddy, gave me a fat lip once because he got excited about getting invited up to sit with me and he charged and headbutted me in the mouth. He’s barely up to my calf but he will take you out if you get him going. 

@vaagus​ (Issac) asked: "are they dead? did you kill them?"

hurt meme -- no longer accepting

    The whole situation didn’t feel real. 

    After Kieran had shown up back at camp, HOLDING HIS OWN HEAD, the gunfight that followed felt like some fever dream. Still kind of did, much as they were all now working on clearing out the mess the O’Driscolls had left in their wake, nobody dead outside of that poor Kieran, Arthur’s mind lingering on that but not quite wanting to give it much thought in the moment. He wandered back into Shady Belle, taking account of who he could see before--Issac. He remembered he had passed him upstairs on his way to Dutch before this whole thing happened, Arthur quickly climbing the stairs toward his room. They hadn’t been too interested in getting at whoever would be on the top floor, as far as he knew, but Arthur couldn’t help the slight DROP in his stomach until he was able to push open the door and see Issac himself. 

    He let out a slow exhale at his questions, mostly in relief and partly from exhaustion as the reality of the situation was setting.