ARTHUR MORGAN who looks Dutch right in the eye and says "Lemme ask the missus first." before going to do whatever Dutch asked him to. He valued your opinion more than his commands.
He'd step into your shared tent, hat in hand, literally. "Dutch asked if I'd go out, sweetheart.." You'd glance over your shoulder and look him up and down. Confused, completely and wholly.
"When will you be back?"
"Nah, see.. that's the thing. Been thinkin', dangerous, I know.. but I don't.. I don't wanna take risks. Never been a good gambler and I'm bettin' things that I don't wanna lose."
You'd give him a big grin, leaning up to kiss him, your hands holding his cheeks as you tugged him down to you. "I'll be the bad guy, let Dutch be mad. You've earned a lifetime of days off, if you were to choose.."
"Now, let's not get crazy, darlin'. We'll start with one day off and see where that gets us."
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You never tagged the name of your ocs with the mustaches but mayhaps one of them with stubborn??
There are. So much more.
(Tried to make some of my mustache men look stubborn, full image below)
Also a non angy version
(emotion meme)
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DOES ANYONE EVER WATCH ARTHUR'S FACE WHEN HE TALKS TO THE CAMP MEMBERS???? LIKE NOT IN CUTSCENES?????
HE JUST TALKED TO GRIMSHAW ABOUT MEETING HOSEA AT EMERALD RANCH AND I WATCHED HIM TALK AND I-
HE WAS ALREADY CHARISMATIC HOW MUCH MORE CHARISMA POINTS DO YOU NEED TO BE BLESSED WITH?
STOP ROLLING NAT 20S AND LET ME BREATH YOU HANDSOME SON OF A BITCH GODDAMN THE FUCK IS YOUR MOUTH SO ATTRACTIVE FOR
Thank you for coming to my ted talk and i apologize for my mental illness.
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"Don't forget me Urien...Check the darkness and pray to God before you sleep at night, because one day, when you wake, alone and chilled to the bone, I'll be standing there--without fear and without mercy--and I will be the last thing you see."
-Morgan, Morgan Is My Name by Sophie Keetch
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i like drawing u as a kitty
🥺 you draw me so cute
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whats this ????? a snippet??? of an rdr2 fanfic?????
Ms. Grimshaw rushed up to the horse and placed her hand on Eleanor’s knee. Arthur turned around and saw the tail end of Eleanor flinching at Susan’s touch. He stepped back to the horse and offered his hand to Eleanor, helping her off of the back. “Ms. Grimshaw is going to get you cleaned up.”
She looked up at him and nodded. Arthur placed his large hand on the back of her head and carefully pet her hair before he watched her disappear into Mrs. Grimshaw’s tent. He turned back to Dutch who was standing with his arms crossed.
Dutch huffed. “I had a plan-“
“You always have a plan, Dutch,” Arthur cut him off. “Every day you have a god damn plan and every day it’s different. I don’t think any of them included saving that girl.”
The leader of the gang didn’t reply. His jaw was clenched and he was visibly angry. He was never going to admit that Arthur was right. There were only a handful of times where Dutch was left speechless. He always had a response, a strategy, or something in the works to make life easier and better for the entire gang, but this time he had nothing to offer. Nothing to offer Eleanor, anyway.
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