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I looooooove these sooooo much.

!!! trick or treat to you my friend!

After some contemplating(seriously someone take my permission to make new WIPs away) So some extra tidbits for an existing fic! Loafs of Love

I have not yet started on a sequel(and I'm still not convinced I will) buuut...some behind the scenes/head cannons that exist in that AU

Hosea and Dutch are in an open relationship, have been since they were young.

They adopted John and Arthur when they were kids.

They(Dutch and Hosea) made names for themselves running in the rodeo circuit(the whole gang is in one way or another)

Micah's dead. I hate him. I want nothing to do with him. I have not put much though into how he died.

His death did mess Dutch up since he was one of his lovers(Idk if that information will ever come up)

Arthur and John did team roping for a bit. Then John disappeared for a bit after finding out Abigail was pregnant. Arthur is still a bit mad about it.

@sapphicwitchstudio has approved all these since I run the ideas by her for all things RDR first.

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I'm very excited for this one.

Trick or treat! :D

~ghost-town-story

🍬 Another short story I'm working on! This one deals with a being not of our world and a human...honestly that doesn't limit it down in my stories...

"I want to see the stars." She whispered. "I want you to take me apart and remind me why I married you. Why no one else could ever compare to you." "Say the words." The creature commanded, it's hands firmly on her arms and pushing her closer. "I wish for you to fulfil my desires." "As my beloved wishes so it shall be."

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Trick or treat! :D

~ghost-town-story

🍬 Another short story I'm working on! This one deals with a being not of our world and a human...honestly that doesn't limit it down in my stories...

"I want to see the stars." She whispered. "I want you to take me apart and remind me why I married you. Why no one else could ever compare to you." "Say the words." The creature commanded, it's hands firmly on her arms and pushing her closer. "I wish for you to fulfil my desires." "As my beloved wishes so it shall be."

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I can't wait for my wife's reem to drop!!

Trick or treat!

🍭 Ooh a lovely candy!

A line from a Short story that will be hitting my REAM collection come December! A forbidden(ish) fated mates story.

Then the unthinkable happened. He found his mate.

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Some really fun Underworld!!

Trick or Treat? 🦇

🍬 Okay I had to do something themed around vampires, it's just what has to be done. I said so. I don't make the rules I just follow them. But here's the thing...I really don't have many vampire stories at all. Anymore. I used to. They were my obsession for years. So...I went digging and pulled out this, a snip from an Underworld(one of my favorite vampire movies) OC insert fanfiction I wrote YEARS ago. Polished a few things... and boom....honestly I may try to finish it and get it posted...

“The lycans were following Michael. I know it.” Selene explained while she and Riley sat cleaning their guns. “I know Kraven did not kill Lucian like he claimed to. The question is why does he want Michael?” “Mmm…” “You’re not really listening to a thing I have been saying are you?” Selene looked angrily to the blonde. “Um…what?” “Damn it Riley. This is important! You’re the only one who might believe me!” “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Kraven is a sleaze, he did not kill Lucian like he said he did. You know this because you shot him…was it Lucian or Kraven you shot?” “Lucian.” “Right. You shot him. He’s after this…Michael that you’re not interested in sexually at all.” “Correct.” Selene Narrowed her eyes further on Dinah, daring her to call her bluff. “Sure.” Riley looked out the window with a roll of her eyes. She knew her friend. She knew the smell of one who had found their lelki tars though she had only encountered it a few times. “And you expect us to be able to do what? Kraven is the boss right now. Victor left him in charge. We’re just death dealers.”

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This was soooo cute!!!

Trick or Treat? 👻

(Event Post)

🍭 Oooh a treat!

A story that is still a month or so away from getting any kind of major announcement and snips exposed buut...

Fated mates, werewolves, love it all.

"Are you going to kill me?" Amatus flinched at his own question. He brought his hands up to cover his mouth, doing his best to try to bow to the lord, that was something that was done he was sure. Bowing down to lords. But he never bowed once in his life, he was not sure how to do it while being embraced by the one he was bowing too. His apologies were muffled by the hands over his mouth. "No." Priamos gasped at his mate's question, his arms tightening reflexively around the smaller male to protect him from any and all danger that would potentially rain down on them. "You're my mate. I kill for you. I die with you."

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Gotta em

Trick or Treat? 🦇

(Event Post)

After ringing a door bell the door slowly creaks open and out jumps A GHOST! 👻

Trick my friend, trick

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Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek

Trick or Treat? 🦇

There's a creaking sound behind you but when you turn around all that appears is a small spider 🕷 dangling from the web, turning back to the door....BOO👻 TRICK!

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guh

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Today's post is of my "favorite" OC. I have so many, but 2 will forever be in my heart.

Donovan(left) and Luke (right) I haven't drawn these guys in a while, but those who've been around a while can see them in old posts from my insta!

They are from a soul project I've lovingly called "Blessings" heres a little blurb I made to describe the chaos.

Generations after humans are forced to relocate planets, humanity has carved out a living amongst the harsh desert planet. All is provided for on the great ship Genesis. None but the luckiest ever glimpse within the safe cathedrals of her hull.

Luke was never born lucky. Ironically, it started with being born a "blessing"

Blessing children are uniquely special heal at an extreme rate and are 'gifted'. According to the Sisters who provide for all. Any child born with these gifts is expected to be given to the convent. To elevate their families for the good of all.

Luke would rather have his freedom than disappear into the depths of a ship he despises.

Donovan and his wife were a happy couple living a life selling junk scrap. Everything changes when his wife discovers something in the mud of a dig. Something Ancient and waiting. In one night, Donovan's life is gone, and he's wanted for the murder of his family. Years later, he's still on the run, and only now he's looking for the real killers. Together, can these two stop a rising threat worse than the church?

A Story of found family and finding your own way. Anyway here is the prompt list I'm working with!

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This this this!!!!

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This this this!!!!

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This this this!!!!

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I am obsessed with this game. Particularly this extra mean twink. Getting a feel for Astarion before I baby-girlify him.

Might do what I've seen others do and illustrate key points in my solo playthrough.

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Good news! Getting me to stop messing with this was harder than getting me to marry you.

@duckingwriting and I have decided “Good Boy” is one of their doggies names lmao.

Loafs of Love

So a post came across my dash - This one here, between @blanche-elizabeth-devereaux and @laureliciousdefinition. And this is entirely their fault. I don't do modern AUs...but...if either(both) of you would like feel free to let me know what your name is on AO3 and I'll mark the fic as a gift to you there.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Relationship: Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith (Also John/Abigail and Hosea/Dutch mentioned) Characters: Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Abigail Roberts Marston, Other Characters Mentioned Additional Tags: modern day AU, just domestic fun, no one dies, Dutch somehow didn't ruin everything

Posted on AO3 for viewing pleasure, but also bellow the cut.

Arthur tapped his foot softly, humming a song that probably didn't actually exist. One that Hosea had sung when he and John were young. One that frequently changed the lyrics. Even little Jack was picking up on the fact that the song did not have the same lyrics when it was sung. And he was barely a year old yet. Not that Hosea accepted anyone telling him so. He would point out that Dutch agreed with him, the song was whatever he had sung at the time. It became a joke between him and John. The pencil eraser found its way to his lower lip as Arthur frowned down at the rough sketch on his book. It still was not quite what he wanted. But he could not figure out what was wrong with it. Deciding to put it off for another time Arthur turned his attention to the couch on the other side of the room, where the sun was barely touching. His lips curled, he grabbed his sketch book, spun in his chair so his back was to the desk and began sketching again. 

Charles was snoring softly, a novel opened on his chest, Arthur doubted it was on the page he had been reading judging by the way it had fallen. Charles mouth slightly open and a small wet spot forming on the arm of the couch, one arm across his chest, the other dangling down with his fingers lightly touching one of their dogs. The other was stretched out on the sunny patch. Arthur bit his lip and flipped a page to sketch another picture, focusing in on the hand touching the dog instead of Charles' face.

Then Charles' phone rang and he jerked awake with a snort. Arthur turned his chair back around as he listened to his lover's sleepy voice while answering the phone and the grumble of their dog having to move as Charles swung his feet over the side of the couch to sit up straight.

"No, I wasn't doing anything." Charles muffled a yawn while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He glanced over at Arthur who had stopped humming at some point when he had fallen asleep. Standing up Charles walked over to take a look at the sketch he was working on. He slid his arm around the other man's shoulders and rested his chin on his head while looking down at the growing design for a new painting. Charles chuckled when he recognized the wedding ring on the sketch finger over a hastily sketched dog knowing it matched the one on his own finger. Unconsciously Charles rubbed his thumb against the smooth band with a slow smile pulling the corners of his mouth up. After finishing the conversation with his father, Charles moved his hand from Arthur's shoulder and tipped his head up so they were looking at each other and gently pressed a kiss against his husband's lips.

Arthur smiled into the kiss with a warm hum, dropping his pencil to the sketch pad on the desk and reached up to loop his hand around the back of Charles' neck and pull him a bit closer. Charles braced his hand on the desk, careful not to disturb the careful organized chaos that was there while slowly deepening the kiss, moving his hand into Arthur's hair. Charles carefully pulled Arthur and his chair away from the desk, sliding his hands to Arthur's sides after turning the chair to face him, and then pulling Arthur to his feet and slowly making his way back to the couch. Arthur arched his neck back after Charles laid him down on the couch, moving his hands to Charles' shirt and beginning to open the buttons while the other man's mouth moved down to his neck. Charles was slowly pushing Arthur's shirt up.

"Mom and dad are going to be here tomorrow." Charles warned, moving his mouth over the bunched shirt to press his mouth against the other man's navel.

"WHAT?!" Arthur sat up forcing Charles to rock back on his heels or risk being toppled over off the couch. Arthur glared at his husband, straightening his clothing while pushing his husband back. "You couldn't have warned me weeks ago?"

"I didn't know weeks ago." Charles sighed and sat on the couch with a sigh. He knew he should have waited to tell his husband until later. But if they had continued instead of giving Arthur time to bake the goodie basket that he knew he would want to make for his parents, then Charles knew he would be in trouble. Possibly even left sleeping on the couch.

"You're going to the store." Arthur pointed at his husband before walking towards the door. Charles sighed but stood up, listening to the sound of dog nails clicking against the wooden floor as both dogs followed with huffing grumbling sounds. Charles was going to open his mouth and ask if it was really necessary, couldn't Arthur just make chocolate chip cookies? His parents would understand after all, it is a surprise visit. But Arthur must be reading his mind because after scribbling a list out on a note pad he pushed it against Charles' chest with a glare. Charles sighed again but took the note before leaning in and stealing a kiss. 

"Alright. But I want banana pudding too." 

"Then add bananas and vanilla pudding to the list!" Arthur called as Charles walked out the door, letting the dogs run out into their yard. 

Charles was pushing his cart around a corner, staring at the list in his hand to confirm that he had everything, when something ran into his legs. Jerking slightly Charles turned his head and looked down to see a smiling boy with a missing tooth.

"Jack," Charles grinned down at the boy, looking up as Abigail came walking towards them. "Abigail."

"Hello Charles." She grinned looking at the supplies in his cart and grinning more. "Arthur watching a new baking show?"

"Parents surprise visit tomorrow." Charles sighed. The woman laughed at his expense.

"Well maybe I'll have to tell John and we can drop in for a surprise visit to his brother and get some goodies too." Abigail winked at him.

"Didn't Hosea teach him to cook too?" Charles grinned.

"If you want to let him burn down your house that's your business." Abigail laughed bumping her hip against him before gathering Jack, reminding him to tell his uncle bye and maybe they would be able to convince daddy to let them go see both Jack's uncles tomorrow.

Charles made a mental note to warn Arthur as soon as he got home. He knew Abigail would tell John to text his brother, but assuming John remembered and didn't get distracted by something else, Arthur rarely remembered to check his phone. Charles could not even be sure it was charged at any given moment.

Arriving at home, the dogs nearly tripped Charles as he went inside. He placed the bags where Arthur pointed before stepping back and smiling at his husband. There was flour in his hair, some kind of batter smeared across his cheek, and his eyes had that warm sparkle that Charles had fallen in love with. Watching him sketching birds out in a park.

"What?" Arthur smiled when he looked up at Charles, his gaze softening a bit as he tipped his head.

"Just watching." Charles grinned. Arthur rolled his eyes but they both knew he honestly had not expected anything different. He pulled some cinnamon sticks out and started crushing it in a mortar and pestle. 

"Feed the animals." Arthur waved a flour covered hand towards the door. Charles laughed but obediently went out to feed their horses and the dogs. 

"We should order pizza tomorrow." Charles said walking back into the kitchen to continue watching his husband as he whipped something in bowl. "Abigail and Jack were at the store."

Arthur huffed a laugh. "Probably call Dad and Pops then. Might as well make a thing."

"Alright." Charles pulled his phone out to call Hosea, knowing he would be the one to know if they already had plans or not. 

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It's soooooooooo cute

Loafs of Love

So a post came across my dash - This one here, between @blanche-elizabeth-devereaux and @laureliciousdefinition. And this is entirely their fault. I don't do modern AUs...but...if either(both) of you would like feel free to let me know what your name is on AO3 and I'll mark the fic as a gift to you there.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Relationship: Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith (Also John/Abigail and Hosea/Dutch mentioned) Characters: Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Abigail Roberts Marston, Other Characters Mentioned Additional Tags: modern day AU, just domestic fun, no one dies, Dutch somehow didn't ruin everything

Posted on AO3 for viewing pleasure, but also bellow the cut.

Arthur tapped his foot softly, humming a song that probably didn't actually exist. One that Hosea had sung when he and John were young. One that frequently changed the lyrics. Even little Jack was picking up on the fact that the song did not have the same lyrics when it was sung. And he was barely a year old yet. Not that Hosea accepted anyone telling him so. He would point out that Dutch agreed with him, the song was whatever he had sung at the time. It became a joke between him and John. The pencil eraser found its way to his lower lip as Arthur frowned down at the rough sketch on his book. It still was not quite what he wanted. But he could not figure out what was wrong with it. Deciding to put it off for another time Arthur turned his attention to the couch on the other side of the room, where the sun was barely touching. His lips curled, he grabbed his sketch book, spun in his chair so his back was to the desk and began sketching again. 

Charles was snoring softly, a novel opened on his chest, Arthur doubted it was on the page he had been reading judging by the way it had fallen. Charles mouth slightly open and a small wet spot forming on the arm of the couch, one arm across his chest, the other dangling down with his fingers lightly touching one of their dogs. The other was stretched out on the sunny patch. Arthur bit his lip and flipped a page to sketch another picture, focusing in on the hand touching the dog instead of Charles' face.

Then Charles' phone rang and he jerked awake with a snort. Arthur turned his chair back around as he listened to his lover's sleepy voice while answering the phone and the grumble of their dog having to move as Charles swung his feet over the side of the couch to sit up straight.

"No, I wasn't doing anything." Charles muffled a yawn while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He glanced over at Arthur who had stopped humming at some point when he had fallen asleep. Standing up Charles walked over to take a look at the sketch he was working on. He slid his arm around the other man's shoulders and rested his chin on his head while looking down at the growing design for a new painting. Charles chuckled when he recognized the wedding ring on the sketch finger over a hastily sketched dog knowing it matched the one on his own finger. Unconsciously Charles rubbed his thumb against the smooth band with a slow smile pulling the corners of his mouth up. After finishing the conversation with his father, Charles moved his hand from Arthur's shoulder and tipped his head up so they were looking at each other and gently pressed a kiss against his husband's lips.

Arthur smiled into the kiss with a warm hum, dropping his pencil to the sketch pad on the desk and reached up to loop his hand around the back of Charles' neck and pull him a bit closer. Charles braced his hand on the desk, careful not to disturb the careful organized chaos that was there while slowly deepening the kiss, moving his hand into Arthur's hair. Charles carefully pulled Arthur and his chair away from the desk, sliding his hands to Arthur's sides after turning the chair to face him, and then pulling Arthur to his feet and slowly making his way back to the couch. Arthur arched his neck back after Charles laid him down on the couch, moving his hands to Charles' shirt and beginning to open the buttons while the other man's mouth moved down to his neck. Charles was slowly pushing Arthur's shirt up.

"Mom and dad are going to be here tomorrow." Charles warned, moving his mouth over the bunched shirt to press his mouth against the other man's navel.

"WHAT?!" Arthur sat up forcing Charles to rock back on his heels or risk being toppled over off the couch. Arthur glared at his husband, straightening his clothing while pushing his husband back. "You couldn't have warned me weeks ago?"

"I didn't know weeks ago." Charles sighed and sat on the couch with a sigh. He knew he should have waited to tell his husband until later. But if they had continued instead of giving Arthur time to bake the goodie basket that he knew he would want to make for his parents, then Charles knew he would be in trouble. Possibly even left sleeping on the couch.

"You're going to the store." Arthur pointed at his husband before walking towards the door. Charles sighed but stood up, listening to the sound of dog nails clicking against the wooden floor as both dogs followed with huffing grumbling sounds. Charles was going to open his mouth and ask if it was really necessary, couldn't Arthur just make chocolate chip cookies? His parents would understand after all, it is a surprise visit. But Arthur must be reading his mind because after scribbling a list out on a note pad he pushed it against Charles' chest with a glare. Charles sighed again but took the note before leaning in and stealing a kiss. 

"Alright. But I want banana pudding too." 

"Then add bananas and vanilla pudding to the list!" Arthur called as Charles walked out the door, letting the dogs run out into their yard. 

Charles was pushing his cart around a corner, staring at the list in his hand to confirm that he had everything, when something ran into his legs. Jerking slightly Charles turned his head and looked down to see a smiling boy with a missing tooth.

"Jack," Charles grinned down at the boy, looking up as Abigail came walking towards them. "Abigail."

"Hello Charles." She grinned looking at the supplies in his cart and grinning more. "Arthur watching a new baking show?"

"Parents surprise visit tomorrow." Charles sighed. The woman laughed at his expense.

"Well maybe I'll have to tell John and we can drop in for a surprise visit to his brother and get some goodies too." Abigail winked at him.

"Didn't Hosea teach him to cook too?" Charles grinned.

"If you want to let him burn down your house that's your business." Abigail laughed bumping her hip against him before gathering Jack, reminding him to tell his uncle bye and maybe they would be able to convince daddy to let them go see both Jack's uncles tomorrow.

Charles made a mental note to warn Arthur as soon as he got home. He knew Abigail would tell John to text his brother, but assuming John remembered and didn't get distracted by something else, Arthur rarely remembered to check his phone. Charles could not even be sure it was charged at any given moment.

Arriving at home, the dogs nearly tripped Charles as he went inside. He placed the bags where Arthur pointed before stepping back and smiling at his husband. There was flour in his hair, some kind of batter smeared across his cheek, and his eyes had that warm sparkle that Charles had fallen in love with. Watching him sketching birds out in a park.

"What?" Arthur smiled when he looked up at Charles, his gaze softening a bit as he tipped his head.

"Just watching." Charles grinned. Arthur rolled his eyes but they both knew he honestly had not expected anything different. He pulled some cinnamon sticks out and started crushing it in a mortar and pestle. 

"Feed the animals." Arthur waved a flour covered hand towards the door. Charles laughed but obediently went out to feed their horses and the dogs. 

"We should order pizza tomorrow." Charles said walking back into the kitchen to continue watching his husband as he whipped something in bowl. "Abigail and Jack were at the store."

Arthur huffed a laugh. "Probably call Dad and Pops then. Might as well make a thing."

"Alright." Charles pulled his phone out to call Hosea, knowing he would be the one to know if they already had plans or not.