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Your edits are soooo good! Thank you so much for sharing them with us. I was wondering if you use an upscaling mod? I run RDR2 on the highest settings and the faces are still so undetailed ;A;

hiiuu omg in so sorry i have no clue when u asked this but i just saw it in my inbox 😭😭 thank you!!! im glad to share my photos!!!

so my photos are sharp and detailed for a couple reasons. i use a mod that upscales arthurs's face and hat textures to 4k, and another mod that upscales gang members to 2k. i also use a 4k monitor (most of the time, otherwise 2k) so the resolution is there to begin with, you cant really force ultra high detail on a 1k monitor. i also use reshade to load some presets and then tweak some params to customise the visuals. also while editing i often sharpen the image a little and/or pull up the clarity/contrast to make details i want pop out more. so the final edits arent the same as what i see in game haha.

if you want more detail in the game itself you can install the aforementioned mods, and also install reshade and look for presets like lightroom, and twiddle the sharpness or clarity. the in game graphics settings are also important, i tend to have taa and fxaa off as they give weird muddled shadows, if you already have your game on highest settings check if these are on. msaa gives less jagged edges but also makes them softer, also hits performance pretty hard, you can try it on different settings but i tend to keep it off.

also, minor note: the game will use different LODs (level of detail) for optimisation, so models further away will have lower LODs loaded. cutscenes i believe load the highest LODs as well as higher res textures. it may help if you get a mod that forces the game to load highest LODs (like otis_inf's paid photo mode mod). but this is rather minor i think as i dont see obvious quality differences when i force higher LODs.

hope this was helpful for your in game and photography needs!! 🫡❤️

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Your pictures of Charlie are so good!!!! You really capture his handsomeness well

thank yoy!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰😙 charles is so cute and handsome and pretty and beautiful and gorgeous and dangerous and cold and stronk and tragic and i wish to capture photos of him that show off all of these 🥺🫡

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Yeehawgust 2025: Stars of the Midnight Range

Time to get back in the saddle, folks! It’s time for Yeehawgust year 7 and there are starry skies ahead.

Yeehawgust features daily art prompts as well as alternative weekly prompts, for those of us who are a bit slower on the draw. Don’t draw at all? No problem! Submit any art at all, be it illustration, comics, writing, fanfiction, photography, embroidery, sculpture, music, or whatever other creative endeavors you might enjoy. What matters is that you made it with your own hands, and all skill levels are welcome! 

Maybe you love media like Red Dead Redemption and Fallout: New Vegas, or you’re a fan of the western genre. Perhaps you want to see your blorbos in boots and spurs, or put your OCs in a Stetson. Heck, you could just like drawing horses. Whatever the reason, you’re welcome to join in, pardner!

Add #Yeehawgust to your work and follow along here on the Yeehawgust blog. If your post isn’t showing up on the blog or in the tag, just give a holler.

Check out the “Reblogging Policy and Q&A” linked on the blog for more info about Yeehawgust. The event is also YeehawgustPrompts over on Instagram, yeehawgust.bsky.social over on Bluesky, and  @Yeehawgust on Twitter... but Tumblr is where we hang our hat at the end of the day. And remember, y’all: be rootin’, tootin’, shootin’, and most importantly, be kind.

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Howdy pardner and a happy June to you! Will there be a Yeehawgust 2025 this year, and if so, when can we expect the prompt list to come out?

Howdy there! Yeehawgust will ride again this year, barring any sort of calamity. The promp list drops mid-July, so keep an eye open for it sometime around then.

Lookin’ forward to seeing y’all soon! 🤠

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sleepy chuddles (charthur cuddles) in between comms!

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Chapters: 2/5 Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith Characters: Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith (Red Dead Redemption), Van der Linde Gang Members (Red Dead Redemption) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, But make it double, double time travel bc i need them to get mushy asap, charthur being cute newlyweds as always, Angst, but rather briefly and only in flashbacks, Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, Rating May Change, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Fast Burn, if thats a thing, this goes from 0 to 100 real fast, arthur and charles team up, Men Crying, Established Relationship Summary:

“Herr Strauss,” Arthur greets, teeth gritted, plastering a fake smile onto his face. “How goes your money lendin’ business?”

“Ah, Herr Morgan.” Strauss turns on the rock, beady eyes swivelling around to peer up at him behind his spectacles. “It’s going swimmingly. As I like to say, Herr Morgan, there exists not a debtor who is unable to pay, only a debtor who is unwilling to pay. A little prod is all that is needed!”

Arthur sighs. “Okay,” he says, ready to confront the inevitable. “Well, do you need me to… prod anyone for you?”

“Ah! Not right now, Herr Morgan, not right now,” Strauss says. Arthur looks at him, confused. “As I said, swimmingly! I gave Herr Smith a list of debtors a few days back and he’s managed to get the money from all of them. Efficient work, that man does, though that leaves none for you, I’m afraid.”

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In which Arthur dies, lives, and almost dies again at the shock of it. And he swears that this time, in his future, he will not make the mistakes of his past.

And little does he know, he's not in this alone.

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companion art for my soulmate au fic ❤️

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(zoomie from a never ending kind of love AU)

Charles ran his nails through the shorter hairs on the back of Arthur’s head, scritching gently against his scalp before carefully gripping him by the shoulder. 

“Breathe for me,” he commanded, smiling softly when Arthur obeyed, his man’s barrel chest falling and rising evenly against their flannel sheets. 

The windows of their cabin were fogged with early morning condensation, the October morning dawning chilly and damp over Ontario. Arthur’s shoulder always gave him trouble as the weather began to turn at the end of fall. Deep winter was somehow less of an issue, but the first cold, wet month of their long winter was always plagued by aches and pains for the both of them. 

The worst for Arthur, by far, was his left  shoulder. He’s never quite recovered his full mobility after his ill fated stay at the hands of Colm O’Drischol. The whole area was still a mess of scar tissue, gnarled and discolored. Arthur got self-conscious about it at times, thinking it ugly, but Charles was fond of the spot. It was another mark of his man’s resilience, of the many times his beautiful, wild husband had failed to die when fate demanded it of him. 

Still, the area was sore and tender today, hence Charles commanding Arthur to strip bare and lay on their bed so he could stretch him out. 

Charles settled his weight more firmly on the mattress where he kneeled, straddling Arthur’s thighs. “Keep going,” he said, soft, massaging both of Arthur’s shoulders, rolling the heavy muscle under his fingertips to loosen the early morning stiffness. Warm, slick oil glistened against Arthur’s skin in the dawn light. The faint smell of peppermint—a warming herb, one Charles’ mother had taught him to use for sore limbs, a lifetime ago—hung in the air as Charles smoothed his palms up and down the broad expanse of Arthur’s shoulders, working his thumbs parallel to his husband’s spine.

Arthur obeyed, breathing deep and even as Charles dug into him, grunting here and there when those strong hands found a particularly stubborn knot. “Y’ere so good at this,” Arthur mumbled, voice slurred with the remnants of sleep and the bone-deep relaxation setting in. Charles’ weight was perfect across Arthur’s thighs, warm and heavy and deliciously intimate. “You married?”

“For better or worse,” Charles joked back, lightly running the blunt of his nails down Arthur’s back just to watch him squirm, hear the little shuddering gasp of pleasure his man gave over in return. “He’s an old man, and a silly one at that. Keeps pushing his body when it’s not necessary, like he’s tryin’ to impress somebody.” 

“Sounds like a fool,” Arthur sighed, burying his face further in the pillows. A sort of icy heat leached through his body as Charles worked him, a pleasure-pain that left tense muscles loose and pliable. “Run away with me instead.” 

Charles snorted, working his palms down in a circular motion, like kneading out fry bread. “What you got on offer?”

“A thousand kisses.” 

“I dunno,” Charles hummed, considering. He drew his nails lightly back up Arthur’s spine, satisfied at the little shiver of pleasure that earned him. “He kisses me pretty good.”

“Ten thousand kisses,” Arthur countered, reaching back with one hand to grasp Charles by the back of his thigh, pulling him closer. “And I’ll fuck you so nice every night you won’t remember his name by morning.”

Charles rolled his eyes, humping forward so his clothed cock pressed against Arthur’s ass from the back. “Nice try—he fucks me even better.”

“Well, shit,” Arthur groaned, fingers digging hard into the firm resistance of Charles’ hamstring, groping greedily. “Could just shoot ‘im, steal you away with me.” 

“Careful—he’s an old gunslinger,” Charles laughed, swatting Arthur’s hand away, pleased when those thieving fingers pinched him on the ass before retreating. “A little rusty, but he used to be the best draw in the west.” 

Arthur huffed, affronted. “Whadya mean used to?” he whined, making to turn over and stare beseechingly.

Charles leaned forward, crushing Arthur firmly back to the sheets as he seized one earlobe in his teeth. “Like I said,” Charles breathed, warm and moist against the delicate skin. “A little rusty. He’s been doin’ a lot more lovin’ than fightin’, these days.” 

“I’ll show you lovin’,” Arthur grumbled, muffled where he was pinned soundly to the pillow. “Lemme up, princess.” 

“Nope. Ain’t done with you yet, old man.” Charles sat back up, digging his teeth into Arthur’s shoulder with a parting bite to the softened muscle. “Got you all warmed up, now.” 

“Hate this bit,” Arthur groused, offering his arm in anticipation of Charles’ next demand. “Can’t you just keep rubbin’ on me?” 

Charles snorted, taking Arthur’s offered wrist in hand. He sat up on his knees, rearing up so he hovered over Arthur rather than settling his weight on him, bracing himself with one hand on Arthur’s back, just below his shoulder blade. 

“Wouldn’t have to do this if you just stretched regularly like the doc told you to,” he chided, giving Arthur’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Breathe, cowboy.” 

What followed was a series of stretches that had Arthur huffing, groaning through the strain as his stiff chest and shoulder muscles worked through the careful tension Charles subjected them to. Charles pulled Arthur’s arm back and forth, rotating the limb through a series of positions designed to work the muscles affected by Arthur’s wound. By the end Arthur was sweating profusely, laying red-faced against their bed and whining softly like Charles had either fucked him or fought him for an hour. 

“You’re brutal,” Arthur complained, sitting up and turning to pull his husband down atop him when Charles finally relented. “A cruel, cruel man.” 

“You did good,” Charles said simply, kissing Arthur on his sweat-dotted brow. “How’s it feel?” 

“Like you ran me over with Taima,” Arthur bitched, then rolled his shoulder. “It’s good,” he admitted, begrudgingly. “Thank you, sweetheart.” 

“Always take care of you, cowboy,” Charles said, plain and factual as the sun rising in the morning and setting at night. He kissed Arthur once more, soundly, then got to his feet.

“Where you goin’?” Arthur whined, making a grabby motion as Charles moved away to tug on proper clothes. 

Charles looked over his shoulder, smiling wickedly when he caught Arthur staring at the dimples above his ass. “It’s muskrat season,” he reminded his poor, exhausted husband. “Our mortgage ain’t gonna pay itself, Arthur.” 

Arthur groaned, staring up at the beams of their cabin’s ceiling for one long, indulgent moment. “Brutal,” he muttered, getting to his feet to retrieve his own clothes. “Abso-lutelty brutal, Mr. Morgan-Smith.” 

“Take it out on me later,” Charles teased, pulling his trousers over his long-johns. “You can be as brutal as you please once we’ve got the traps set.” 

Arthur caught his man around the waist, reeling him in close to kiss his bare shoulder, reveling in Charles’ pitchy moan when Arthur buried his teeth deep. 

“I’ll take that offer, princess,” Arthur said, releasing Charles with a parting kiss to the corner of his stubbled jaw. “Count on it.”

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assorted charthur/charles sketches 🦬

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