Arthur Morgan

WHY AREN’T WE INTERACTING?

recently i’ve noticed that the rpc seems to have trouble interacting with eachother–and i’ve seen a few of these memes go around, but i thought i’d make another!

Reader: “Oh nothing. Just this feeling that my life is a gaping whirlpool of misery and disappointment, and I’m just biding my time while the flower of my youth rots away.”

Arthur, sorry he asked: “You, uh, need anythin’?”

Reader, without looking at him: “A reason to live.”

*later that day…*

Arthur, approaching the Reader with a flower in a bottle: “Here… uh, you said you needed a reason to live, so…”

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

Send one to see how my muse reacts. 

Trigger Warnings: violence, death, criminal activity

“I can’t believe we stole a car.”

“My ID guy can get us in.”

“Remember – trust no one.”

“You owe everything you’ve got to me. Never forget that.”

“You and me, we’re partners, right?”

“Did you get the money?”

“Cops are coming to pick me up for questioning. My bet is, you’re next.”

“We better lay low for awhile.”

“Just act natural.”

“The cops will probably talk to us. Play it cool, and we’ll be fine.”

“I think we’ll be okay. They can’t prove anything.”

“No matter what they threaten to do to me, don’t tell them anything.”

“Let me take the fall. You’ve worked too hard to go to jail now.”

“I’d NEVER rat you out! The cops were just trying to get under your skin.”

“What do you think? You trust them?”

“I remember when you still had rules. When you still had limits.”

“This isn’t just about money.”

“I won’t survive jail!”

“One day we’ll be rich, and we won’t have to do this anymore.”

“It will be so nice to be in a country where we can’t get thrown in jail at any moment.”

“I think every person in America would like to see us dead.”

“No. No! We are NOT going to jail now! We’ve worked too hard!”

“Shut up and keep digging.”

“We need money, stat. You got a gun?”

“God, could you get them to stop screaming?”

“Shoot me. It’ll make them trust you.”

“Okay, last resort – we kill him and dump the body, then get the fuck out of Dodge.”

“We can’t hide forever. Our faces are on every news network in America.”

“We split the profits, 50/50. What do you say?”

“Where have you been?! I was worried the cops got to you!”

“You clean up the blood, I’ll start burning the body.”

“There’s no escaping this, you know. We’re in too deep.”

“Tell them the whole thing was my idea.”

“Make no mistake – we’re partners, but I’m in charge. Not you.”

“What we need are entirely new identities.”

“I don’t become involved with my partners. It over-complicates things.”

“Don’t you think we’re a bit old for this Bonnie and Clyde business?”

“I don’t trust any of them. Just you.”

“God, what’s happened to us?”

“Retirement? Yeah, we’re probably not gonna live long enough for that to be an issue.”

“Keep your head down. Last thing we need is to get recognized.”

“I’ll cover for you.”

“Run. I’ll catch up.”

“Jesus Christ, we’re like a bad murder ballad.”