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NEW CHAPTER LETS FREAKIN

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-!!!

I'VE READ N REREAD THIS NUMEROUS TIMES SO *CRACKS KNUCKLES* LET THE GUSHING OF EVERY BEAUTIFULLY PLACED DETAIL COMMENCE!!>:DDD

Okay warning this is a hell of a ramble so I'm sticking a "Keep reading" just incase asdfdsa <3

We're off to such a fine start because 👏👏 Honestly I find it so sweet that it's practically built into both Arthur AND Sean to help their outlaw dad out if he's struggling WHICH leads to AAAHH-!! Truly when it comes to g/t the shadow of a giant's mere hand can have one's heart racing just THINKING about it-!! Not to mention picturing Arthur n Hosea's reaction which I can only imagine as eyeing it with such caution, mayhaps even startled-! (And that would be only on the surface level-) BUT It's Sean's realization which is the kicker-!! Yes wouldn't want to cause any M o r e unintentional damage '':D (Note - The fact Sean actually keeps his attention on Hosea during the journey is a real nice touch!)

It's with this sort of body language you can really paint a picture of anxiety, I know this because the fact Sean makes a genuine EFFORT to STAY "PERFECTLY" STILL REAAALLY SHOWS THAT!! (Gosh that must of took effort for a guy like Sean srly asdfdssd)

But oh ;w; if a hand bout twice maybe even three times your height is looming over you that HARDLY TAKES THE CAKE COMPARED TO A SHOWCASE OF FULL HEIGHT-!! Arthur was just BARELY wrapping his head around Sean's height while he was sitting AND NOW - Genuinely you've captured Arthur's mind bending experience as Sean stands SPECTACULARLY and noting the sort of effect he has on the terrain around him as he does-!!:000 (A fact Arthur doesn't even get a chance to process as he's knocked back to reality in the most literal sense when Sean stands up x'D)

You've got someone who's positively mortified with the situation compared to someone who is LOVING every second of it (I really find it neat you have such a fear filled perspective from Arthur and then have Sean excitedly describe his perspective like-IMAGINE the pretty view from such a height!!:0 again really neat asdfdsa)

BOY I've been waiting to see the effect of the guy's mere walking and you've done one HELL of a job-!! (Also I smiled at the fact despite just how anxiety inducing it must be for the folks that aren't you know A GIANT rn,,Hosea can still chuckle at the sheer absurdity xD Seriously that sounds just like Hosea to do so!)

Heck speaking of smiling I can't help but BEAM reading just how much fun Sean is having rn it's bloomin contagious I tells ya seeing him so happy-!!x'D Doing BIG grand gestures, in no rush to fix this and PROUDLY announcing his new title-!!ùwú

PFFT- Sorry but only one AND one voice alone could make Sean stop dead in his freakin tracks and that's Hosea's!!x'DD no matter what size he is- Also damn I don't think I've ever read the concept of pocketing ANIMALS while giant!!:0 tinies for sure but pocketing a whole horse whom eventually gets comfortable in the fabric is kinda adorable ngl!x'D Sean being so caring with Ennis too is sweet- ("Without little warning" god that must of gave Arthur and Hosea such a scare ;n;)

Hey remember how I said I was beaming reading Sean's super excited dialogue from being so giant?:0 WELL NOW MY CHEEKS HURT CAUSE WE'VE GOT A FULL PERSPECTIVE IN EFFECT ASDSAS A perspective written to accurately too like (for example) with Arthur's nagging (something very clear in game where he barely shows ANY confidence for Sean's skills <:(( ) also it got a giggle out of me with the (poisonous) bug experiences asdfdsdf. One that genuinely sounds fitting for a guy like Sean back in his youth and TWO I love LOVE when writers give a hint and a nod to Sean's past or mention his beloved Da it's lovely to read <3

,,,,INHALES

OOOH THIS SCENE THIS SCENE THIS ENTIRE BLOOMIN SCENE-!! 👏👏👏👏💘💘💘💘❤❤❤ RIGHT FROM THE TOP THERE IS SOOOO MUCH TO UNPACK BECAUSE ASDFGFDSDF- GOD-!! you've noted previously you worry of writing characters out of character BUT THIS SEEMS SO FREAKIN SPOT ON LIKE Y E S I have NO doubt whatsoever Sean would deploy the utmost care with his movements rn IF it meant surprising the daylights out of his brothers (Most DEFINITELY if that brother so happens to be John x'DD) Love love LOOOVE the mental Image of Sean bending over the barn-BODY EXTENDING ENTIRELY OVER IT BOY AND THEN PURPOSELY PLANTING HIS HANDS RIGHT NEXT TO JOHN ASDSASD The force from that action- one could only imagine:00

Aw joohn you can't shoot your own brother :(( shame on you- (Na honestly Sean if you were in the guy's shoes you'd do the EXACT same asdfdsa xDD) Sadly that just makes john situation so much worse, pissing off a giant and all :'D

The whole getting pinned before Sean yanks the guy up to eye level (SOMETHING WE'VE BEEN GIVEN A VERY CLEAR [And gorgeously drawn uwu] IMAGE OF IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER WITH ARTHUR -!! Shocked the guy's heart is still intact with the day he's had:0 getting chased by dogs then encountering a giant THEN realizing it's SEAN ASDSASDSA The whole scene with John in Sean's hand is FANTASTICALLY written-!! Barely keeping balance on the fleshy surface-the fact his eyes dart to the ground, said fleshy platform and his "captor" frequently AUGH-!! 👏👏👏 BRAVO YES YESYES!!QWQ (Reading Sean complain about being shot in the eye [which fair must definitely hurt even if the bullets are small-] Is giving me such vivid flashbacks to that train robbery mission where he's hit in the head asdffdsdf like I can hear his tone of voice-THAT tone of voice while reading THIS dialogue asdfdsdf placing bets rn that he'll bring this up when Arthur gets back that John tried to BLIIIND him :''((( )

Also good lord I love reading the brotherly banter/jabs DESPITE the obvious and OVERWHELMING difference in dynamic and size:'D ( "A Miracle" you can sure say that again Sean ùwú)

(Also can I just say I adore the little touches? the soft "woah" from John as he's lowered to the ground or the fact he backs up as Sean leans over him, lil moments like that ground and make the situation feel all the more human it's marvelous <3)

Like John getting the wits scared out of him AGAIN when Sean shows his full height-!!👏👏👏 Also PFFT ASDFDSDFGFDS Charles' reaction got SUCH a wheeze outta me, I can already imagine him completely stone faced throughout this whole interaction xD

It's both so thrilling but at the same time rather terrifying watching Sean exercise what he's capable of, demolishing a structure within seconds and witnessing the sort of surge he gains from it:00 It reeeallly has you on pins and needles on how this strength is gonna be utilized in later chapters >U>!!!!

ALL SEAMLESSLY CONCLUDED WITH ONE HELL OF A CLIFFHANGER, A WHOLE STORM OF QUESTIONS OF WHATS TO COME AND THE REACTION OF THE CAMP ANND TOPPED WITH SEAN SILLINESS -!!

LADIES AND GENTS THATS HOW YOU END A GOD DAMN CHAPTER HOOOOLLLLY-👏👏👏👏💘💘💘🌟🌟🌟💗💗💗🖤🖤🖤💖💖💖💜💜💜💙💙💙

Sean McCool

Chapter 2: The Ginger Giant

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Word count: 3,100

Warnings: a mild innuendo (just Sean being his crude self you know how he is)

“I suppose we should all be headin’ east then,” Hosea remarks, stuffing the remnants of his ingredients in his bag. “It's a long ways from, egh, here to Saint Denis...” He turns over on his side, swinging his legs and grunting.

Both younger men instinctively reach out toward Hosea, and a shadow is cast over the sickly man; Sean’s massive hand retreats back to his side sheepishly after the others’ eyes are drawn to it. Hosea trusts Arthur with the delicate operation of helping him up, and he whistles for Silver Dollar as Arthur lifts him up onto the approaching steed.

Sean stays perfectly still, watching the two men below him as Hosea gets adjusted in the saddle of his horse before he makes any moves. The old man seems to compose himself, eventually attempting to stand.

Now, Arthur wouldn't even remotely say he has gotten used to Sean’s titanic size, but he watches as Sean slowly rises to his feet, massive digits like poles digging into the ground as he pushes himself up with them, the simple movements sending gusts of air against his clothes, and any remote sense of familiarity with the situation flees. His breath hitches in his throat as Sean’s head ascends like a massive balloon which rockets to the sky in a matter of seconds. There isn’t any time to really process that, however, as the resounding tremors from Sean’s boots colliding with the earth force his attention, knocking Arthur off his feet and into the grass, landing on his back with a shout. His gaze is thrust skyward again, the view of the younger man’s head now smaller in the distance a harrowing reminder of the sheer enormity and power his friend now possesses. He urgently pushes away burgeoning questions about Sean's exact magnitude, saving them for a time when he isn't about to lose his breakfast.

“Christ, what a view! I can see Mount Shann from here!”

Sean grins.

The earth is pummeled underneath his mighty boots once again, the grass where he once stood flattened as the Irishman turns around to face the opposite direction.

“And that's Mount Hagen that way, yeah? Gorgeous from up here.”

He whistles, awestruck.

“Bloody magnificent. The kinda view a fella goes outta his way for. Don't even have to brave the cold for it, unlike you unfortunate bastards.”

All the while, Arthur wishes to wipe that childlike smile right off his face.

“We ain't got time for sightseein’, so I suggest we get a move on. And keep those big feet of yours far away from the rest of us while we ride.” Arthur mounts his horse, giving it a good pat on the neck for comfort.

“Of course.”

Sean looks down at the pair, with his focus on Hosea who is adjusting himself in the saddle.

“And tread lightly. We don't need these horses spooked again, buckin’ us off.”

“I hear ya, Morgan. No worries, I’ll be light as a feather on a blustery day. You won't even notice a difference.”

Hosea turns his head away, looking out at the road ahead. “Let's get this show on the road, shall we? Gee up!”

The horses start off, and Sean whistles for his horse to follow, Ennis trotting carefully behind him. He maintains a safe distance from the other two, what must be a quarter-mile off to the side. With each step the redhead takes, both Arthur and Hosea bounce slightly in their saddles. Arthur would almost be amused if he weren't so tense, but at least it doesn't seem to bother Hosea’s hurt leg. Hell, he thinks he hears a soft laugh coming from in front of him, so Arthur can't be too assed to care. And as he glances over at the walking tower next to them, he doubts Sean even notices; the pride in his step and the giddy look he wears show that's the least of his concerns. Within seconds, Sean’s ahead of the two, having to stop in his tracks when he notices them lagging behind.

“Could you slow down, this ain't a race!”

“Okay. Though I bet I’d win that one!”

he teases.

Hosea huffs.

“You alright there, Hosea?” asks Arthur, bringing his horse to ride beside him.

“Pretty much. I’ll make it to Saint Denis just fine.”

“You sure you feel like travelling that far?”

“I'm okay with it. I hear they got a new doctor in town, a good one. And with all that mess you boys stirred up in Valentine, I’d rather not get shot at.”

“And what about Sean?”

“Well,” Hosea pauses, “hopefully our merchant friend is still in Rhodes, and maybe he can tell us what in the blazes he’s sold us, and more importantly, how we can fix it.”

“Take all the time ya need!”

Sean interjects, still keeping a good distance from the pair. His voice carries easily even at a lower volume, and slight echoes trail behind his every word.

“I’m in no big hurry! From now on, it's no more ‘Little Mister Macguire!’ Hell, I’m a living legend! You can call me Seán McCool, The Ginger Giant!”

he booms, thumb pointed haughtily toward his chest.

“Don't let that extra height go to yer head,” Arthur shouts in his direction. “We need you to listen, now more than ever. You ain't got no more of that moonshine, right?”

“Don't think so. I won't drink another drop, cross me heart.”

He traces a cross on his heart with his finger sincerely.

“Heh, maybe it was that mixin’ drinks Bill was talkin’ about, eh?”

he jokes.

“You think moonshine and whiskey can do stuff like this?”

“In the sense o' wakin’ up with a massive headache,” Arthur coughs, “I believe so.”

A squelching rumble rolls across the sky like thunder, and Hosea smirks. "Sounds like someone's hungry."

"Guess so."

Sean glances at Hosea, his smile somewhat dissolving with concern.

"Whaddya suppose I'll eat at this size, huh?"

"You could always eat Micah," Arthur jokes.

"That lump o' shite? No thanks, I'd rather feast on street rats."

Sean scowls, giggling.

Hosea laughs along. "Least you wouldn't be hungry anymore. 'Course, I don't think Dutch'd be too happy with ya if you ate his favorite new recruit."

"Nah, I could come up with plenty o' better ways to dispose of that turd."

"I'm sure you could, but uh, spare us the details.”

Sean laughs.

“Alrighty then.”

The tremors and slight bounce from Sean's step become rhythmic to them, a pattern which could almost be described as soothing if it wasn't so ridiculous. The ride is long, but for Arthur, it’s too long, and as they cross into Lemoyne, he’d already made his decision, clearing his throat to speak loudly and clearly to the giant.

“You know you ain't gonna be able to go with us all the way, right? I don't think having a giant rampaging through the city fits the description of lyin' low,” he calls out with an assertive tone to get his point across.

“Of course, but I gotta admit, the idea of rampaging through the streets like some vicious monster don’t sound too bad to me right now, ha!”

Sean replies whimsically.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Arthur exclaims. “You’ll get your chances later, I’m sure. When we split off, you need to head straight to camp, No detours, no stompin’ off elsewhere. And when you get there, you stay put ‘til we get back.”

“Yeah, yeah, I was only jokin’. No harm done. Can't wait to see the looks on their faces when they see me! Heh, I bet Karen's going to swoon!”

“Knock it off. Hosea, you feel like stoppin’ by Rhodes?” Arthur asks, detecting a low wheeze from the older man with every step the giant takes.

“Yes… I think now is a good point to split up. SEAN?!”

The redhead comes to a halt, turning his head.

“Yes, Hosea?”

“We’re close enough to camp, if you can find your way back. There’s a crossroads up ahead. We can stable Ennis for you.”

“Why? He’ll be just fine at camp.”

“You really intend on takin’ him with you?” Arthur asks, bemused, and slightly jarred by the absence of the pulsing vibrations Sean’s stroll produced.

“Sure! Wouldn't want to leave him in a stranger’s hands.”

With little warning, enormous fingers descend down on the group, flexible poles making quick work of lifting the bucking steed Ennis, who only starts his fighting once the swift digits fold around him.

“Ah, Got him! Ah, don't be frightened, now,”

he coos, lifting the horse up dozens of feet. Glancing at him sympathetically, he runs his finger along Ennis’s mane in a specific pattern, a technique that seems to do the trick, as the stallion’s cries hush to a happy nicker.

“Good, good boy, yeah...”

He eases Ennis into his pocket, and the horse brays, finding a comfortable place to rest. Sean snickers.

“Looks like he’s already made himself at home.”

Arthur peers over at Hosea, who shrugs his shoulders. He sighs. “Okay, well, remember what we talked about.”

“Yeah, I know, straight to camp. I heard ya.”

Sean begins walking toward Clemens Point, resuming the pattern of earthquakes.

“And watch where you're goin’!!!” Arthur shouts in the Irishman’s direction.

“Okay, English. I’ll see you fellas later.”

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Boy, is it great being a giant. Even greater being free of the incessant nagging of Arthur. Sure, he loves the stoic, sarcastic outlaw and fellow gang member as a close brother, but Jesus, sometimes he’d act like all Sean could ever be in his eyes was a fool. He’ll show him otherwise, surely. Even more so now than ever before. He smiles, his eyes sharp with focus as he makes it over the next hill with a sort of mighty finesse.

As he's made enough progress toward camp and no longer feels the old guard breathing down his neck, he stands still for a moment and takes in a big gust of air through his nostrils, soaking in the high-altitude oxygen. He stretches towards the sun, taking in the scenery, his heart fluttering and renewed. The splitting headache he’d had upon waking is all but a distant memory, and perhaps pure adrenaline had dissolved it entirely.

However, his thirst remains, and he has to slurp several handfuls of water from a nearby pond just to be quenched. He believes he detects a few fish wriggling around in his mouth before he swallows, making him shudder. He's never eaten anything alive, save for a few bugs his Da had caught him eating as a young lad. He remembers it well, considering the bugs were poisonous. How was he to know?

Anyway, he rises, pushing the memory out of his mind for now. The land can now be traversed without effort, and Sean makes haste, no longer hindered by the sluggishness of others. He clears a few miles within a couple of minutes, and though from up here things certainly look much different, he can still make out where he is if he just follows the curvature of the roads. As he looks off into the distance, he thinks he spots a couple of riders on horseback, who quickly retreat at the sight of the giant. He cackles, wishing this feeling of invincibility would last forever.

Just then, a tiny, gravelly shriek rings out from what is perhaps a mile away. The call sounds familiar, perhaps too familiar, and Sean hastily stomps over, curious to confirm his suspicions.

Sure enough, he hears a squeaky “help!” which sounds a whole lot like John Marston.

As he steps forward, he keeps his eye out for him, paying special attention to where his boots land. Cries, barking and frantic gunshots ring out from behind an old rickety barn in the middle of an abandoned farmstead.

As he approaches the barn, the barks are reduced to whimpers, and several hounds scurry away like ants, their tails tucked between legs.

“What the hell?!” John yells.

Sean gets on his knees behind the barn, peering over it to the other side as his torso easily extends over the entirety of the structure, his face looming over what was certainly no other than little Marston, and Sean’s hands land on either side of John to support his massive body. Sean watches as John leaps, either from fright or the impact of Sean’s palms hitting the grass, he isn't sure, and as John turns his head upward, the Irishman is eager to greet him.

“Hiya, Scar Face!!!” Sean booms.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

The next thing his eyes catch sight of are the barrels of John’s pistols. Sean feels little pricks in his face as John fires rapidly, not sparing any bullets. Tears begin welling as one hits his eye, and the fire of rage courses through his veins. In one motion, he slams his colossal fist into the earth, pinning John between his fingers, one of them accidentally covering John's mouth so he can’t scream.

“Bloody hell!”

He can feel the bastard squirming against his hand, and the wriggling makes him a little uncomfortable. He clenches his fist tightly around John so he can’t move and raises him to eye level, plopping his own butt down on the ground.

“This how ya thank me?”

He winces, rubbing his eye.

“I just saved your fuckin’ life!”

“MMHPHMMHMPH-” John thrashes against his fleshy confines, his speech and breathing constricted by a humongous finger.

Tis now Sean realizes he’ll likely get a more comprehensible response if he releases his grip on his fellow outlaw (not that he’s particularly interested in hearing John mouth off at him,) so he holds out his other palm and lowers John down into it, watching the idiot stumble and fall onto his face, soon scooting back against Sean’s fingers.

“Puppies sure do love you, don't they?”

“Holy SHIT!!!” John heaves, trembling. “Sean, y-you're HUGE!!!” His gaze shifts back and forth from his platform, to the ground, to his captor’s face.

“Oh, jealous are we?”

“Shut the fuck up, asshole! You know damn well what I mean!” he cries.

“Serves ya right for fuckin’..”

he inhales sharply, continuing to poke at his eye with his free hand,

“shootin’ at me. Oh, I think you hit me eye.”

“Well.. well good, then, maybe it’ll make you a better shot. ” John stammers a bit, catching his breath, but keeps intense eye contact with Sean.

Sean chuckles in disbelief.

“And you think it's made you one? You opened fire at one of yer own brothers.”

“You would have done the same damn thing, being snuck up on like that. And we ain't brothers.” John seems to regain some of his usual bravado, attempting a wobbly stand on Sean's palm. At least the trigger-happy bastard doesn't look too badly hurt.

“Arsehole. Next time I’ll let the dogs scratch up the rest of your face, then you'll be even on both sides.”

John is silent for a moment, adjusting to the situation. When he speaks, the anger is drained out of his voice, and all that remains is confusion. “What in the hell happened to you?” John looks up at Sean in disbelief.

“A miracle happened, that's what. A right miracle. Now, if you'll excuse me,”

he lowers the hand John occupies down to the ground, startling him with a flinch and a soft ‘woah’,

“I’ve got to get to camp.”

“Camp, like this? Where’s Arthur? And Hosea?” John asks suspiciously, dismounting from Sean’s hand.

Sean hesitates a bit, forlorn.

“Ah, Hosea hurt his leg. So Arthur's escortin’ him to a doctor. To get a proper look at ‘im. They just told me to head back to camp. And what’s with you, out here all by yourself?”

Sean looms over him inquisitively, making the fellow back up a bit.

“I wasn't alone. Dutch sent us out on a lead, but somethin’ spooked Old Boy. Damn horse bucked me off. It's not like him.”

“Oh dear, he must've sensed the incoming attack. I always knew you were a dog person, Marston.”

When Sean stands, he watches John fall right on his arse. He can’t help but cackle; it’s amusing to have that effect on John for something as simple as getting on his feet.

“Careful there,” he teases. “Animals can reach your face better down there.”

John sighs, exasperated as he stands. “Old Boy will come back. I'm sure he knows his way back to camp now. The boys are probably lookin’ for me. Though I’m sure they’ll spot you first.”

And speak of the devil, spot him they do, as he detects a few familiar-looking blobs in the corner of the field on horseback. He stands still to avoid spooking the horses too much, yet bursting at the seams. As they come near, he grins down at them, now recognizing the figures- Bill, Charles, and Javier.

“Howdy, boys! Did ya miss me?”

“Good Lord!!!”

“¡Dios Mío!”

“Why him…”

“I know. I don't understand it either,” John groans. “But he says Hosea and Arthur told him to go to camp.”

“Is that what he told you?” Charles inquires.

John shrugs. “Yes.”

Charles glances up at the giant. “We’d better ride out ahead and warn everyone.”

“Can I ride with you? My horse ran off on me.”

“Sure.” Charles hoists John up onto Taima, who cries at the slight shuffling of the behemoth’s feet. “It's alright, girl.” He gives her a pat.

“Stay put for a minute. We’re gonna ride out ahead,” John shouts. “Lord knows they're gonna need a warning.”

“Are you kidding?” Javier laughs. “Kieran’s gonna piss his pants.”

The men retreat, except for Bill, who is caught staring a little too long before heading back.

Sean looks around, digging his heel in the dirt. Just for fun, he stomps his boot into the barn with a crash, laughing as his heart races. He kicks it back and forth, grinding the old wood with his boot. He kicks the wall a few dozen feet away, shattering it into pieces that get strewn across the field. Soon after his little rampage, he notices Javier in the distance, beckoning him over.

As he makes his way to camp and sees it in the distance, it looks so miniscule from this angle. He tries to conjure up ideas about the best way to introduce himself, stepping around the trees that conceal the gang’s existence, but as he finally approaches them, towering over camp and gleefully absorbing their bewildered little expressions, there’s only one greeting that comes to mind, one he just couldn't resist if he tried, so he puffs up his chest, and deepens his voice to sound grand and mighty (and just a wee bit silly).

“Hellooo down there!”

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I dreamed last night I completed a g/t comic I've been wanting to draw for ages.. Than I woke up 💔

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I think Sean makes an amazing and interesting giant BECAUSE

He is an outlaw

He has complex morality

He both loves and hates passionately

He can be boastful, sometimes overestimating his abilities

He loves getting a reaction out of people- often even if that reaction is negative

He shows a wide range of emotion and wears his heart on his sleeve

He loves a good thrill

He will both kill and die for the ones he cares about

He is a silly silly silly boy

He can also be a bit of an ass

Add more if you wish. Thank you for coming to my TED talk

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Okay Fun Fact. I was going to do this in tags but I think tumblr may throw a boot at my head for that because there is SO much discuss here-!! So onwards! *Nods* Utter top TIER interaction Arthur and Sean have!! So 👏imagining g/t shenanigans with the two and Arthur's reaction to finding his annoying VERY LITTLE brother like this [fdsasdfds] my brain is a COMPLETE buzz. AND THAT WAS ONLY THE FIRST PARAGRAPH!! (Can't see it, but the biggest most dumbest smile is upon my face reading about Sean nagging over Arthur's hygiene golly what irony <3) And NOW my brain is VIOLENTLY VIBRATING [Positively] over these potential encounters!!⁽⁽`o(≧ᗜ≦)o´⁾⁾ Reading "Bill" made me personally concerned for a second BUT at the same time he seems friendly enough towards Sean! (Welcomes him back happily and feels guilty after- ANYHOW!! That sure indeed does sound like an interesting scene!!) Though part of me believes Bill doesn't have the most gentle touch and Sean has to frequently remind him to loosen his grip his lungs need AIR for gods sake what the hell is he playing at here!?>:/ [Edit: looks like my concern was warranted YEAH do not blame Sean for not trusting Bill with his current vulnerability] We've got such hot headed characters like Bill with such a hair trigger temper and violent nature...NOW LETS GO TO THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF THAT SCALE BECAUSE MY GOD L E N N Y (& Kieran) When it comes to folks stumbling upon this poor guy's predicament, they'd be no one more respectful and careful about this situation than Lenny! (Bonus points these two are such good friends in game which I'm sure would ease Sean ♥) Perhaps a slight tease or two, but that's it - I know we've discussed this prior, but after the initial learning of Sean's shrunken state, Lenny doesn't treat him any different to how he was before, has him on his shoulder while they chat just like they would any other day and that sure is sweet to think about I love these two! Kieran :D I like to think even though Sean is no bigger than his thumb he's still scared/intimidated by him [asdfdsasd]! I doubt Sean would be thrilled to be held and helped by an O'Driscoll of all things, BUT YES!! Is very aware this fella won't hurt him (heck who knows, maybe warms up to the guy more after he tries to help him out) AND COURSE-! MARY-BETH AND TILLY-!!👏👏 My brain can't help but picture Mary-Beth so speechless with pure wonderment, in complete awe having the fantasy and magic from her books NOW in reality (Lord I can just see her trying to theorize how this all happened, was it a wizard? Witch? Did Sean anger a group of fairies??:0) He'd be safe with these two for sure! And most likely fussed over asdfdsdf- WHEN YOU SAY INTERESTING MY GOODNESS YOU WEREN'T KIDDING <3 Jack's a really sweet kid, however that's just it! A kid annd that fact alone can make this encounter so utterly unpredictable, could go good could go bad WHO'S TO KNOW WHO'S TO SAY (But I'll tell you now that concept right there has me so deep in thought and I have no idea what the outcome would be, a true utter brain scratch and that's what makes it such a intriguing idea!>:33) I've rambled a bunch, but I gotta say love how Hosea is in the middle category [The man intimidates Sean in general and now having him be 50x taller than him I don't think Sean's heart could take it-], BUT trusts more than Dutch if I'm reading this list correctly [asdfds] [Fair enough of course!! Despite Sean's fear of the guy Hosea does care about him! Plus I feel like Dutch would be trying to plan ways on how to use Sean's size and get him to sneak into places they can't reach -n-]

IT BE A SIN NOT TO MENTION JOHN!! [asdfdsdf] I adore the idea of these two having this feudal relationship (Such a missed opportunity there really Rockstar) And the last thing he wants is John finding him so small after what happened 'xD freakin ducks and hides behind anything near by or in pockets while telling whomever he's with that he's NOT here- (Bet if John does find him though his ass is getting dangled by his leg and yelled at/lectured for 20 minutes-xD)

If Sean was tiny who do you picture to be the first member of the Van der linde gang to find him?

If it's the first person that comes to mind, Arthur probably. I think their interactions are top tier & generally Sean would trust him with his life (he has been saved by Arthur before, after all.) would probably nag Arthur (jokingly) to wash his filthy outlaw hands EVEN THOUGH Sean isn't exactly a squeaky clean boy himself lmao.

Others that come to mind are Bill, Lenny, Kieran, Mary-Beth, Tilly, and Jack. Just cause I think they'd all be interesting characters to be the first one to happen upon tiny!Sean.

Now as for who he would trust? Characters he would want to call out for help to? Lenny, Arthur, Tilly, Mary-Beth, Charles, Karen would be at the top of the list, people he'd trust with his life, though I do think he'd be a bit afraid of Karen.

Next Hosea, Dutch, Kieran, Pearson, Abigail, Uncle. (He may have something against Kieran at first, but I think he knows Kieran wouldn't hurt him. Plus he warms up to him and tries to understand him later in the game so I think he'd be more willing.)

Then Javier, Sadie, Grimshaw, Trelawny, John, Jack.

(I do think he'd joke a bit self-deprecatingly about being seen as one of little Jackie's toys hehe. But also the thought of tiny!Sean with Jack 🥺 tiny uncle. Sean and Jack is one of my favorite character dynamics. Also Javier as a character is very hard to read. I think Sean would be afraid of him while small. I also think he loves John like a brother but in my mind the two have a feudal relationship going on & he sees John as dumb like Arthur does, probably assumes John will use this as an opportunity to get back at him for something he did *cough* John's tent *cough*)

He would actively avoid characters such as Bill, Micah, Strauss, Swanson. These are characters he just wouldn't trust at all with his vulnerability. Wouldn't trust Joe and Cleet at all either even though they don't come in until chapter 6.

(P.S. you know if Darragh was still alive he'd be #1, Sean would leap into that man's hands you know he would. Tiny son 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

Of course these are just my opinions!! But it's kinda fun ranking them in terms of "who would tiny!Sean be most likely to go to for help." Hope I'm not missing any characters

Thanks for the ask!

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[The doodle image that flashed through my head when viewing this POV] A POV Positively BREATHE TAKING I MUST ADD-!! (Seriously struggling to BREATHE let alone THINK this shot is so SPECTACULAR-!!<3)

I drew a little something- a POV you are small being held by Sean rdr2 in his hand and he offers you a reassuring thumb :)

Under the cut because I'm SHY this time ok (you ARE totally welcome to like/reblog/comment tho no worries!)

Version WITH and without hand touch depending on your preference

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Can confirm it's comfy.🖤

Staring at this image I took thinking about this constantly. I'm so normal

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I'M NOT JOKING I'VE READ THIS LIKE THREE TIMES NOW AND I'M LOOSING IT-!! MY HEART IS RACING UTTERLY SKYROCKETING OUT OF ORBIT FROM JUST HOW INDESCRIBABLY BREATHTAKING THIS IS-!! Truly I'm BOUNCING from wall to wall and just how- ASDFDSDFDS-!! The fact this fic has a WONDERFUL balance of scare and softness HAS MY ENTIRE SOUL STRUCK-!! LIKE-!! Hold on PLEESE ALLOW ME TO MELT OVER THE FOLLOWING!!*Inhales!!* Hosea getting hurt got my chest to tighten and then its soon followed by Sean waking up which WAS SO UTTERLY BUTTERFLY INDUCING AS HE GRABS ARTHUR, I COULD FEEL MY STOMACH DROP AS WELL, BRILLIANTLY WRITTEN-!!👏👏👏 And don't get me started how this is all so perfectly BEYOND BEAUTIFULLY complimented and completed by SUCH JAW DROPPING GORGEOUSLY DRAWN ART LIKE-!! MYGOD THAT YOU- I'm honestly STUNNED by its spectacular-ness and those EEEEYEES- (I had to take pauses during reading as the urge to just do this or snuggle into my blanket completely awe-struck was too ungodly to fight-)

Also I can not get enough that DESPITE Sean's towering size and holding such UNBELIEVABLE power right (that uprooted tree scene OUGH-!!👌👌👌), Hosea STILL intimidates him, if there's one voice he'll listen to it's that man right there aasdfdsdfd-(LIKE THE STUTTER IN HIS VOICE TOO ITS XD) Speaking of Hosea, I also love that Sean shifts AWAY from them both realizing what he did even if it was just an accident-!! Heart-wrenching, at least it ends on such a wholesome note of Giant!Sean befriending the horse which is TOO adorable for words-!!

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Chapter 1: A Big Day For The Irish

Word count: like 3600

Rating: Teen

Warnings: fearplay, injury

Arthur is startled awake by the most unusual of sounds in the night. Thunderous booms, the deafening sound of shuffling against grass and dirt, the horses crying. His first thought is a strong storm, but opening his eyes to a starry morning sky peppered with small white clouds dismisses this possibility. As he forces himself awake, a number of awful scenarios run through his mind: bounty hunters, Pinkertons, O'Driscolls, common thieves. He draws his pistol as he blinks, scanning through the blur of his sleep.

"Who goes there?"

Not a word or sound save from the panic of the horses hitched on a nearby tree. However, something else immediately captures his interest. Something very large, taller than he is, and spanning an impressive distance, like a long wall. Different colors, too, as it goes along. Browns, a deep blue, a light patterned blue, some soft reds and greens, softly glowing in the moonlight.

"Arthur?"

From behind him, Hosea rises to his feet and comes to stand beside him.

"Hosea.... Do you know what the hell I'm lookin' at here? I can't make heads or tails o’ this thing right now."

"Might've been what spooked the horses.... I don't know. Give me a minute, will you?"

Hosea makes his way toward the wall, studying it with an intense curiosity. "Looks... strangely familiar, though I can't put my finger on why."

"All I see is a wall. ‘Course, that don't make much sense. Got an interestin’ shape to it, that's for sure."

Hosea backs up cautiously as the wall seems to move upward and downward with a sound that can only be described as a low, deep sigh.

"I don't think this is a wall, son," he croaks deeply, his gaze shifting back and forth between different ends of the so-called wall.

"Then what the hell do you think it is?"

"I-I think it's a giant!" Hosea wheezes.

"A giant?! Hosea, you must'a drank more than you thought you did. Giants ain't real, now I know you of all people got sense enough to know that," he barks at the older man with a confused look.

"Shh, not so loud," he whispers, "You'll wake it. And-and it don't make a lick of sense to me either, but-but look." He points shakily to a light-colored, oddly shaped section of the wall that seems to jut out from a strange tunnel of cloth. "That's a hand."

Arthur's brow furrows curiously as he takes a few steps toward the appendage, holstering his gun but keeping his hand on it.

"Don't touch it, Arthur."

Arthur nods as he continues to inspect the thing, looking down at his hand then back up again at the towering object, curled up and still taller than himself. Up, down, up, down again. He stumbles back, his mouth becoming an entry point for any flying insect that dares to become breakfast.

"What. The. Hell?!"

"See, I told you. What else could it be?"

"I see yer point," Arthur surrenders, continuing to back away until he's behind Hosea. With the realization, the wall seems to morph into something a lot less wall-like and a lot more human-like. It rises and falls rhythmically with a low gust of air. Arthur watches as Hosea makes his way to the other end of the giant, the part with red and green.

"We need to wake Sean and get the hell outta here!!!!" Arthur scans the environment for any sign of his friend. "Hey, where is that little Irish weasel anyway? He was right-"

Arthur freezes in place, an icy chill running through his veins as his mind starts putting two and two together.

"There.... OH MY-"

"-I'm afraid we're looking at him," Hosea interjects, his voice wavering with emotion. "His head is up this way." He motions for Arthur to come closer.

Arthur doesn't believe it. He doesn't want to believe it; it all seems so absurd. He has to prove it for himself, as gut-wrenching as that may be, if only to convince himself he hasn't gone completely nuts, or had too much to drink, so he walks toward Hosea's position, his light step on the dirt feeling like a trudge through mud. He approaches the patch of soft orangey reds that starts to make a lot more sense, running the strands through his fingers like long, thin cables. He recognizes Sean's ear, what must easily be the height of his own body. Maybe even more.

"Goddamn..." He mutters in utter disbelief. Blue eyes widen, his chest tightening uncomfortably.

Just then, a deep, loud, Sean-like grumble is heard and felt in the ground. The curtain of hair begins to shift, moving toward the two at an alarming pace.

"We gotta MOVE!" Arthur bleats, turning tail toward the woods. Hosea follows him as quickly as he can, soon falling into a coughing fit and forced to stop in his tracks. Arthur sees this, but before he has the chance to run and assist him, his father figure is halfway pinned underneath Sean's massive cheek, his legs almost completely buried. The giant grumbles in his sleep as he settles on his side, completely unaware of the mess unfolding before him.

"Hosea!" Arthur runs to his aid. Sean's breath washes over his whole body in warm, damp gusts as his face is now turned toward the pair, yet it chills the surface of his skin. It's an eerie, disturbing feeling he tries his best to disregard; there are more pressing matters at the moment.

Shit, that’s still pretty hard to ignore.

"Well, at least he was considerate enough to spare my head and torso," Hosea croaks, trying to make light of the situation. He pulls at his legs with his hands to free them, but they only barely budge.

"You alright, Hosea?" Arthur kneels down next to him, searching his features for any trace of discomfort.

"Not too bad right now," he grunts in a pained voice, "but I need to get the pressure off these legs, quick. Give me a hand here."

"Mhm." Arthur pulls at one of Hosea's thighs with the weight of his arms and upper body. It budges a little, but still remains wedged under Sean's cheek.

"Shoot. No luck," Hosea mutters, eyes welling with tears.

"Lemme try somethin' else here." Arthur gets down in a seated position next to Hosea, pressing his boots against the cheek. He tugs the skin and fat of Sean's cheek upward with his boots, the friction with his stubble emitting a sound akin to a shave, then once again using the force of his upper body strength to pry Hosea's leg free. This time, the limb easily slides outward, giving Hosea a bit of relief.

"Great, now the other one."

Arthur moves to Hosea's other side, doing the same for his right leg. The prodding of Sean's cheek makes his nose and mouth twitch, drawing the pair's attention to it briefly before focusing back on the task at hand. "Alright, this one's in there pretty deep, so, try and pull with me, okay?"

Hosea nods as the two pull, heaving and grunting before finally freeing his foot of their friend's face, as well as his boot.

"You okay?" Arthur asks, inspecting the leg and foot for any sign of injury.

"Somewhat." He flexes the limb, wincing and groaning with pain. "I think it got pretty banged up. Still, I don't think it's broken."

"Sorry to hear. You don't look so good. Hopefully it ain't broken, at least. " Arthur sighs, taking in the sight of his gang brother's massive head. He chuckles at the sight, then turns back to the older man. "Good lord, he's enormous... Can't even imagine what kinda shit he'd get into when he wakes up. His ego was already big enough before." The thought gives Arthur a headache.

Hosea's eyes are still set on the giant's features in front of them, concerned. "Looks like we're about to find out."

Sean's eyelids peel open only very slightly, and he rubs his eyes with massive fingers. He grumbles, vibrating the ground underneath him in a pained voice.

"Oh, me head... Feels like… egh, shite…"

Sean's voice is startlingly loud and deep, and the two back away to give him some space, with Hosea forced to shuffle back on his rear due to his injured leg.

"Ugh..."

Sean sits up, casting the two in shadow. His hat remains on the ground, his eyes opening further.

"Where the hell am I?"

He scans the environment, the rays of the morning sun creeping over the trees and blinding him. Holding his hand in front of him, he turns his gaze downward to avoid the sun's glare, trying to make sense of the two little blobs he notices on the ground. He blinks.

"What's this now?"

He picks one of them up, Arthur, who is unpleasantly surprised by the fingers that effortlessly wrap around him almost painfully, pinning his arms to his sides and restricting his mobility. As he's whisked dozens of feet in the air in seconds, his stomach seems to want to linger on the ground for a few moments, and Sean certainly doesn't give it the opportunity to catch up. His surroundings are a blur until the movement slows and halts at his friend's face. He knows it's Sean, he's known him for years. The young redhead's always been like an annoying little brother to him, but that closeness and friendship was left at the ground below. As he’s enveloped in the massive hand of a familiar stranger, a frigid heat crawls over his skin, up his spine. He can hear nothing but the throb of his own heartbeat in his ears, his head thick.

Little brother? Not so little now.

Now, Arthur is constricted by an enormous hand, and his entire field of vision is filled with nothing but Sean. Green irises like serving plates pierce through Arthur's invisible armor, making him feel unusually vulnerable under his gaze. Here he was, at the complete mercy of a powerful fool. If it had been a total stranger, he manages to think, it would be less scary right now. He knows this behemoth, impulsive and reckless, and it leaves Arthur petrified, hardly able to breathe.

The brow furrows, eyes and pupils expanding, and as he speaks, Arthur can feel a gentle buzz through his fingers.

"..Arthur?!?"

Sean’s expression becomes warmer as he recognizes his friend, so teeny in his hand. Creases form around his eyes, a sign that he's smiling; there's just so much of Sean to take in that Arthur is really only able to focus on those massive jade irises, burning so intensely with curiosity it becomes impossible to tear his gaze away, no matter how desperately he wants to.

And Arthur knows better than most, there's a lot you can tell about what a feller is thinking through eyes and eyes alone. The sense of wonder and amusement in the younger man's gaze is palpable, and although familiar, is so much bigger and brighter than he’s ever witnessed. He can feel Sean's pulse through his fingers, and the grip finally loosens enough to not be uncomfortable, allowing for Arthur to move his arms finally. Not that that's much help, since he really only has Sean's thumb to grab onto.

"Wh- what the fuck? How-how'd ya get so- uh... little?!"

He stammers in disbelief.

Sean's breath rustles Arthur's hair as he speaks, the scent of whiskey and cigarettes. His rough voice is painfully loud and detailed in his ear, and slightly deeper than he's used to. Arthur can't help but chuckle awkwardly at the unusual situation; it's really the only response he can muster other than the scream lingering in his throat.

"I-I ain't little, Sean. Just.. take a look around ya!"

Arthur is momentarily relieved of the intensity of his gaze as Sean looks around, noticing the ends of his hair brushing against his blazer like an enormous broom. It's easier for Arthur to take everything in when he's not being stared down by a pair of humongous eyes. A breath of fresh air.

The Irishman looks upon the landscape surrounding him, noticing how he easily dwarfs the trees, even from his seated position. "Jeeesus..." He lets out a low, piercing whistle, then turns back to Arthur, a smug grin stretching out further than Arthur is tall.

"Y'know, Arthur Morgan, you aren't nearly as ugly from this point of view. Dare I say it, yer almost adorable."

"Oh, please-" Arthur can feel the wall of fingers constricting his limbs once more, and Sean becomes giddier than ever as he seems to get further away, moving Arthur back a bit to inspect him with better focus. The sensation is dizzying.

"I mean it! Yer like a tiny little doll in my hand. A grumpy one at that~!!! It's endearing! Y'know, I've always liked the idea of bein' bigger and stronger, but this is somethin' else! A right fantasy, this is!!! A dream!!! Am I dreamin'?!"

"SEAN!" A voice barks from below them.

Sean’s gaze turns downward toward Hosea, who sits with his legs stretched out on the grass.

"Put him down, son! Right now! You're hurting him!" Hosea commands.

He looks back at Arthur, who seems quite a bit more purple than usual at the moment. The younger man's features immediately soften with concern, and he loosens his grip on the outlaw as he lowers him to the ground, much more slowly than his startling ascent moments ago.

"O-of course, Mr. Matthews!"

A disoriented Arthur slides off of Sean's fingers and onto the ground, landing in a heap with a soft "oof."

"Sorry, English. Y'okay?"

Arthur lets out a muffled "yep" from his crumpled position before righting himself, sitting with his legs sprawled out like Hosea.

A small smile tugs at the corner of Sean's mouth from the affirmation. There is a moment of stunned silence between the three of them, the gangster-turned-giant running his fingers through the grass, his eyes glued to the two on the ground as he orients himself to this reality. His fingers suddenly brush up against a solid object, which he lifts up to eye level. A boot. Realizing Hosea's sock is exposed, he lowers the boot pinched between two fingers to Hosea, receiving a soft "thank you."

"No problem."

He yawns, rubbing his temple.

"Could surely use a cup of coffee right now, though. What a way to wake up."

"I don't think they make coffee cups that big," Arthur laughs. "I'm afraid you're outta luck."

"What the hell happened anyways?! Last thing I remember, I was celebratin', havin' a few drinks with the pair o' yous. Now this!"

"I don't know," Arthur replies. "Maybe it was that special shine you got all excited about. 'Course, moonshine can do a lot, but I ain't ever heard about it makin' men grow into giants.”

Hosea chimes in. "No, you got a point, Arthur. Don't make sense to me that it happened in the first place, strange as it is, but, as you said, so was that vendor."

Arthur groans. "I never shoulda bought that shit for him. Why couldn't I have just got him a new shirt, or a holster, or somethin' for Ennis-"

"-You serious, Morgan? My birthday, and you're giftin' a horse-"

"-or a muzzle, for that goddamn mouth of his!!"

"Well, as they say, never look a gift horse in the mouth! Hahahahaha!"

Sean retorts playfully.

"Shut up," Arthur growls. "This ain't no joke!"

"You just findin’ that out, Englishman?! This is bloody remarkable! Just look at me!"

He gestures to himself, his arm span the length of a baseball field, eyes wide beyond belief.

"I gotta test somethin' for meself here!"

The pair watch as Sean reaches for the trunk of a nearby cedar, the length of half his arm. He wraps a hand around it near the bottom, and twists it free almost effortlessly, shaking the dirt from the roots.

"HAHAHAHA! Look at this, boys! I'm the strongest man on Earth!"

He brags, his tone livelier than ever, booming and echoing in the mountains with a bassy tone. He lifts his arms above his head in a strongman pose, fist still clenched around the tree he so easily uprooted.

"Just wait 'til them girls see me! I'll be havin’ to fight ‘em off me-"

"Will you quit mouthin' for ten goddamn seconds and LISTEN?!" Arthur barks up at Sean, clenching his fists. When Sean lowers his arms, he continues. "We gotta get Hosea to a doctor."

Sean's smile fades.

"..Doctor? What for? You alright, Hosea?"

He leans in closer, inspecting the older man.

Hosea hums, pain apparent in his speech. "Not particularly. Leg got busted up pretty bad. But I'll make it."

"... How'd that happen?"

Arthur and Hosea exchange glances, unsure of how to respond.

"D-did I..?"

Sean points to his chest with tightening fingers.

Hosea purses his lips, sighing. "I'm afraid so, Sean."

The redhead shuffles back slightly, sending slight shockwaves through the earth below him.

"Shit, I-I-I'm sorry!"

"Accidents happen, Sean," Hosea assures him. "It's okay. It could have happened with anyone."

"Could it, really?" Arthur remarks skeptically.

Hosea pulls out a mortar and pestle from his bag, beginning to grind some herbs. "Let's just get ready. We've got a long journey ahead of us. Would you mind brewing us some coffee, Arthur?"

"Sure." Arthur takes the pot and grounds from his bag.

"Anything I can help with?"

Sean asks, his eyes darting between the two as he sets the tree down near the forest with a crash.

"Now you mention it," Hosea responds, "the horses seem awful spooked. Maybe now's a good time to get 'em used to ya. Wouldn't want 'em,” he grunts, “runnin' away soon as they got untethered."

"Will do. Though I don't suppose I'll be ridin' Ennis back to camp,"

he chuckles half-heartedly, getting down on his belly, the tremors in the earth from his movements making the horses whinny and cry.

"Shh, it's okay, now, it's only me."

He reaches his hand out toward the horses, uncertain.

"I won't hurt ya..."

No luck. The horses buck, trying to break free.

“Woah, easy there!”

He pulls his hand back slowly to avoid startling them further.

"Y'know, Sean, I've been thinking," Hosea adds, "Somehow it seems whatever you were wearing when you slept grew with you overnight-"

"Thank God for that," Arthur mutters, getting a scoop of coffee grounds.

"-So, what did you have in your bag? Edible, I mean?"

Sean looks to his satchel, still draped over his shoulder from the night before. He shuffles through it.

"Tin o' crackers, peaches, a carrot-"

"Perfect! Feed that to the horses!" Hosea yells out excitedly.

Sean grins, finally catching on.

"Ohoho, they're gonna love this one!"

He pulls out a fresh carrot, the height of a two-story building.

"Damn," Arthur remarks, "Sure don't see that every day." The two smaller men share a chuckle.

"Hey beauties, ya like carrots? Well I've got a real whopper for ya!"

Sean experimentally holds the carrot out, wiggling it slightly to entice the horses, which still buck and neigh at Sean's movements, but less so.

"C'mon, horses. Sean's got a real treat for ya!"

The first horse to seem interested is Ennis, who nudges his snout in Sean's direction hungrily.

"That's it! That's my boy!"

Sean pinches a small piece off the end of the carrot with his finger, very slowly reaching out toward Ennis, the bit of carrot pinched between his fingers. Ennis whinnies, and Sean shushes him, speaking in an almost whisper.

"It's okay! You know me!"

Ennis seems calmer, eager to bite the carrot. Sean opens his fingers, the chunk of enormous vegetable sitting on the tip of his middle digit. The horse approaches him warily, finally taking a bite.

"Yes, that's it! Good boy! Tasty, innit? Hehehe."

Seeing Ennis enjoying the carrot piques the other horses' interests, and they begin to point their snouts toward him.

Arthur pours Hosea’s coffee, handing it to him and receiving a quiet ‘thanks.’ The two watch Sean with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

"Hosea, what in the hell are we gonna do about this?" Arthur whispers, trying to maintain enough volume to be heard over Sean’s re-taming of the horses.

"I don't rightly know myself. I’ve seen a lot in my day, but this sure as shit beats all!"

“Well the way I see it, it looks like we got a mighty big problem on our hands.”

“The biggest yet.” Hosea empties the ground herbs into his coffee cup, swirling it around. “We’ll find a way to get him back to normal. Sean's a good kid, got a lotta heart. He just needs some direction, and discipline.”

“I ain't so sure discipline is gonna cut it now, Hosea. He could overpower all of us, easy! Hell, he don’t listen to me half the time at normal size; I can only imagine he'll laugh in my face now if I so much as disagree with him on how we should go about things.”

Hosea lets out a light chuckle. “Let's… hope not.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “He may be young and foolish, but he cares about this gang. And if he cares, he’ll listen.”

“Maybe. I just hope you're right. I guess we’ll just… take it as it comes.” Arthur shrugs.

“That’s seemed to work for us so far.” Hosea smiles a little as he watches the horses, now all happily eating chunks of carrot out of Sean’s palm.

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Apparently I can't tell the difference between a "q" & "g" Which,,concerns me-

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"The Macguire Express"

For these past few days I've been conversing with the wonderful @the-star-and-the-smols ! Engaging in much MUCH brain-rot of RDR2, G/T AND one particular character within the game. <3 Truly Cassidy's ideas are ones to marvel and the illustration you see before you is one of them - Sean being the utter ladies man that he is, takes the gals out of camp and carries them into town (before boredom kills them). Using a transportation he calls "The Macguire Express".

(Thank you so much Cass for supplying such UNBELIEVABLE amounts of ideas, inspiration and fuel for this awfully specific fixation its been nothing short of incredible!)

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You come across a family on your hike

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Soothe Bell

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paddlin’

(from Twitter, 21 Oct 2022)

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Anyone remember the first sander sides secret Santa when Roman had Logan and how he panicked "No that's not how secret Santa works-" BUT this time around with Virgil having him he's pretty delighted about it?

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College assignment : Charcoal Chosen Subject : Little Nightmares Light the way through the shadows of nightmares.

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“It nests deep inside a cave. Food there is scarce, so Deino will sink its teeth into anything that moves and attempt to eat it.”

Artist

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hi im not the person who sent the analogical ask but im sending an ask anyways because it seemed like you were screaming /lh

dont have to respond if you want to wait for them but i would love to see what you drew :))

yay thank u... :'] they asked for anything analogical or something to do w/ space so they r stargazing within my pink universe :D

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I don't want a headache confound you i want to draw more.