#sws arthur

[gorillawithautism]

my tags part two

system tags

not all posts from or about certain headmates will be tagged. we reserve our right to relative anonymity :) pronouns for individuals will be included if they allow it

sws bear - bear uses he/him

sws matthew - matthew uses he/him (and specifically requests no nicknames)

sws lyri - lyri use song/songs (close friends may use she/her)

sws little - you don't get to know the littles

sws korus - korus uses he/him

sws otis - otis (also otie/oatey/oatie) uses he/him

sws lilah - lilah uses she/her

sws lydia - lydia uses she/her

sws molly - molly/myolly uses she/her or any cat-related neopronouns

sws demnos - demnos is pretty new so i'm not sure about pronouns but so far it seems he/him is good

sws sos - posts from/about any of the sea of stars fictives

sws resh'an - resh'an uses he/they at the moment

sws zale - zale uses he/him

sws valere - valere uses she/her

sws garl - garl uses he/him

sws seraï - seraï uses she/they (never it/its)

sws b'st - b'st uses he/it

sws bbc merlin - posts from/about the bbc merlin fictives

sws merlin - merlin uses she/him

sws arthur- arthur uses he/him

sws pkmn - posts from/about the pokemon fictives

sws darkrai - darkrai uses it/he (it/its preferred)

sws staravia - staravia uses it/he (its more used to it/its but otherwise doesn't really care that much)

note: both staravia and darkrai are introjects from pokemon: rise of darkrai. this is important to their identities and they felt the desire to share

sws madame hell - madame hell uses she/her or anything that denotes superiority (bonus points for connotations of evilness)

[blackseafoam]

Marked Part 1

PART 2

A Bad Batch x Red Dead Redemption crossover AU (with illustrations :)

This is my first time writing fanfiction!

“Omega” felt like too sci-fi of a name for this universe so I changed it to “Meggy”. Everyone else is the same.

If you haven’t played RDR2 don’t worry, I’m not counting on every reader having done so. All you need to know is it’s about a gang of outlaws in 1899 running from trouble, chaos everywhere. The world is set in a kind of “fantasy” United States, where the places and cultures are heavily based on real life, but have different names for the most part. There are also some sci-fi elements to the world that I may or may not implement :) This takes place around the first chapter of RDR2 when the Van Der Linde gang is camped out at Horseshoe Overlook.

Word count: 2045

Rating T

The foothills above Valentine were peaceful, densely forested, and rarely traversed. Above the treetops the snowy peak of Mount Hagen shone like a beacon. Below the hillside the earth plunged into the deep and narrow Dakota River canyon. It was a perfect place to lie low for a while. Plan the next move.

Meggy sat on the back of her brothers’ wagon, the horses had been unhitched and were grazing on the small clearing where they had set up camp. The contentedness of the beasts calmed her. The two massive horses simply snacking away and existing, nothing else on their mind. She wished she could escape worry so easily as the breeze blew her short blonde hair and ruffled her skirt.

Swimming in her own thoughts, she didn’t hear her brother's voice calling to her until he was beside her. “There you are!” Hunter sighed with relief as he approached. “Are you… alright?” His tone dropped quieter. 

“Yeah, just thinking I guess.” Meggy swung her boots ponderously. She held something in her hands, resting on her lap. 

“What’s this?” Hunter came closer, looking at her hands.

Meggy froze. Frozen like she had rehearsed time and time again at the school. Bracing herself physically and mentally to be in trouble, again. She looked down with shame. 

Hunter parted her hands, revealing a tiny rabbit kit, its unweaned eyes still closed. “Where’d you find this?”

Meggy looked up and was confused to see her brother smiling. This was wrong. She should be in trouble for touching dirty animals. 

“Under the wagon.” She muttered, still not convinced she wasn’t about to be reprimanded, especially now that she had just confessed to a second crime: crawling around under a vehicle. 

“We should find its nest, it needs its mother.” Hunter took a step back. Meggy stared at him, her mind was still not catching up to the fact of what was going on. “Pick him up, let’s go look.” Hunter helped her off the wagon so she could safely cup the tiny creature in both of her equally tiny hands. 

“Look for a hole capped with fur, there might be tracks of bare earth in front of it, and cropped grass.” Hunters eyes scanned the forest floor for rabbitsign, Meggy watched him and then mimicked his movements. 

Hunter noticed that Meggy was uncharacteristically quiet as they searched. Did I do something wrong? Having a kid around had been an ongoing adjustment. In the short time she had been with them Meggy had shown a wide range of emotions, profoundly sensitive and resilient at the same time.. But this was the first time he had seen her freeze up like this. 

The kit began to squeak incessantly. Hunter saw a flit of movement near a Boulder. Meggy followed his gaze. A rabbit doe near her burrow. 

As they neared she scurried back underground, Meggy deposited the kit near the hole and they watched it crawl inside.

“Nice work, kid!” He held his hand out for a high five, Meggy flinched, almost imperceptibly, but Hunter noticed. 

In a moment the worry melted off her face and she grinned, slapping his hand with her new energy. “That was fun! Do you think I can learn to track like you someday?” 

“I think you just had your first lesson.” 

-

The next few days were a much needed break from action, for the most part. The gang lived on small game, wild edibles, and what was left of their canned goods. Wrecker showed Meggy how to pick the best firewood. Echo lent her a couple of his books, glad to have a third person around who knew how to read. Crosshair kept his distance, but patiently entertained some of her questions as he cleaned his rifle. Then sent her away after warning her to stay away from their munitions crate. 

Tech finally caved to Meggy’s insistence on riding one of their draft horses. He picked Marauder, the slightly less excitable of the two. The chestnut gelding was certainly not a kid’s horse, but as a retired warhorse, he was desensitized at least. Meggy was surprised at how much thinking went into riding, or maybe that was just because Tech was her teacher. He had a lot to say about riding technique. As he lunged Maurauder with Meggy astride, barely able to straddle the barrel chested beast, he rattled on about gaits, position, neck-reining, posting, side-passing, halting, and so on.

-

Meggy woke on the fourth morning. A wave of bliss washed over her as she sat up in her bedroll. The last few days had truly been the best ever, living off the land with her brothers who she didn’t even know she had until a couple weeks ago. They chose to risk everything to save her. 

She was still coming to terms with what they had sacrificed for her. Couldn’t help but feel a twitch of guilt every time she could sense them censoring their usual crass demeanor in front of her (even though Wrecker had already willingly taught her a few of his favorite curse words). She didn’t want them to change for her, but also didn’t want to be anywhere else in the whole world. Crosshair seemed especially snide about her presence, always keeping his distance and almost never speaking to her. 

She scanned the camp, the fire was still smoldering, the bedrolls still lined around it like a flower. Two of which were empty, one was neatly made, the other looking like a wild animal had escaped from it. 

She got dressed and walked around the wagon, surprised to see Hunter and Echo tacking up the horses. 

“You’re leaving?” 

Hunter looked up first “You’re up early!” He adjusted Havoc’s bridle. “Just getting some supplies in town, we’ll be right back.”

“Can I come? Please?!”

Echo glanced up at her,, and then looked to Hunter “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He said before going back to picking Marauder’s hoof, holding it on his thigh between his torso and what was left of his right arm.

There was a long silence. Echo could practically smell Hunter’s guilty look, even with the ass end of a horse between them.

“Of course you can come.”Hunter gave in. Echo rolled his eyes. 

Meggy tried to contain her excited squeal.

“Hunter, there are people looking for her, we can't bring her to town.” Echo spat as he stood up.

“Don’t worry, I have an idea.” Hunter smirked.

-

The world was so much bigger than she ever could have imagined. The trees flew by as the trio cantered down the wagon trail toward Valentine. Meggy rode with Hunter on Havoc, his black mane nearly whipping her in the face. The speed was terrifying at first, but Meggy’s fear was quickly replaced by excitement as they got closer to town. 

Her skirt had been replaced by a pair of extra trousers lying around, they didn’t have a belt small enough so a length of rope held them up. Finding a hat that didn’t look ridiculous on her was more challenging but a wool cap ended up being the best fit. 

Now hopefully anyone looking for a “girl kidnapped from the Saint Denis Orphanage” wouldn’t think twice if they saw a boy. 

Echo still didn’t think it would work.

-

The streets were still a sloppy, muddy mess from rain several days ago. Echo frowned as he dismounted and his boots sunk into the filth. They hitched the horses and went about their business, Echo to the gunsmith and Hunter and Meggy to the general store. 

The streets were fairly quiet, an early start to the day meant less eyes around.

Meggy marveled at the abundance of items in the general store as Hunter bartered with the shop owner. She had so many questions, so many items she couldn’t identify, but tried to keep quiet so her boyish illusion would remain uncompromised. Once Hunter had packed the new supplies into his saddlebag they exited the store. 

”G’morning, mister. Got a light?” A tall burly man leaned against the wall just outside the store. Meggy startled a bit, Hunter did not, he heard the lumbering figure approach while they were still inside. 

“Sure.” Hunter fumbled in his pocket for his lighter and handed it to the man. The flame illuminated his face, his eyes rimmed with the cracked tan skin of someone who spent a lot of time outdoors. His battered brown hat and dirty blue jacket bore similar weathering. He took a long drag and handed the lighter back. “Thank you mister.” He blew out the smoke “and little miss.” 

Hunter nodded and began to walk away, then realized what the man had just said… “little miss”. It could be nothing… just a slip of the tongue… there’s no way someone this far out could know who she was. He quickened his pace as they rounded away toward the gunsmith. 

The man took one more drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the ashtray on the windowsill, as he did so he scanned across the street toward another figure sitting in front of the saloon. A shorter, thinner man with black greasy hair and a black hat, two long scars clawed from under his eye to the corners of his jaw. The blue-jacketed man gave a nod just big enough to be seen from the distance between them. 

Inside the gunsmith, Hunter spoke in a low voice from behind Echo “we should go.”  

“I’m not finished yet.” Echo was inspecting the quality of the bullets he was about to purchase. 

“Just get them and let's go.” Hunter murmured.

Echo gave an annoyed look, but reluctantly agreed and they paid the gunsmith. 

As they exited the store Hunter’s paranoia climbed several levels when he saw the stranger was gone, his presence replaced by his still smoldering cigarette. 

The trio hurried to the horses, mounted up, and headed back up the hill into the forest. 

“What the hell was that about?” Echo scolded once they were farther away from town.

“I just got a bad feeling.” Hunter checked over his shoulder for the fifth time in a minute, instinctually resting his hand on his thigh holster. 

-

“But we just got here!” Wrecker complained loudly, the only way he knew how to complain. The gang deliberated around their late morning campfire. 

“I agree, moving camp would be unwise.” Tech fiddled with some type of hardware from the wagon on his lap. “Moving around would only draw more attention from more people.”

Crosshair remained silent, dragging on his first cig of the day. “If you really think they were after Meggy, don’t you think that guy would’ve just taken us then and there while we were in town? Instead of now when we’re back with our full party?”Echo wondered.

“If he’s such a good bounty hunter that he found us all the way across three states, surely he could take on one guy, a gimp, and a child.” Crosshair smirked. 

Echo ignored his antagonistic younger brother.

Hunter sighed. 

“I’m sorry. This is all my fault, isn’t it?” Omega sulked in the grass, hugging her knees at her chin. Flowers she had picked drooping in her hands.

“Her situational comprehension is quite high for someone her age.” Tech observed.

“We’ll be fine. We’re far off the trail, hidden by the trees. I did my best to cover our tracks. Let’s just keep the fire small tonight, we’ll be fine.” Hunter reassured them. 

-

“Four men, two of them are the ones we saw in town earlier.” Arthur focused his binoculars across the canyon. “No wait, five.” 

“What’s the plan?” John shifted. 

“Bounty is for all of them, but the kid is the biggest reward.” 

“And we gotta bring them all back to Saint Denis?”

“Nah, I talked to the sheriff in town, said he can hold them until we can wire someone to collect. For a price.” 

“No way we can take all five of those guys.”

“For once, we agree, Marston.” Arthur noticed one of the taller fellows cleaning his rifle. “Poster said they’re ex-military.”

“What are they doing kidnapping an orphan?”

“I don’t know, but it can't be good." Arthur lowered the binoculars.

Taglist: @dragonrider9905 @omegafett99 @griffedeloup

[melhekhelmurkun]

I’m such a sucker for scruffy men with sad eyes 😭

[doomslaying]

Back on my mando sw shit for a sec, but the writing potential for Din was just so good. He's being framed as a knight for the whole series, from fighting dragons to wearing the shining armor. It would have been so nice to have seen that knight character transition into a king arthur type storyline. He's already found excalibur (the darth saber) he has merlin (Luke and/or Grogu), it wouldn't be hard to have a night sister or a sith play morgana. Star wars is already so heavily inspired by fantasy, it would have been so interesting to see a modern retelling of king arthur through Din.

I also feel Din's character lacked a lot of character development throughout the series. I would have liked to have seen his character develop from being a father to being a king. Both require the same mindset and responsibilities. I feel that would have made him an incredibly compelling character. His kindness, willingness to care, and force of will that he developed would have made him a great king. He doesn't want the responsibility of being king, but who else is going to do it. So he works to live up to his responsibility, and gets what needs to happen done.

Mandalor the Reluctant

[restosan]

Happy pride month

[jessie-j17]

Hello! My name is Jesse and I go by He/They pronouns, as of making this post I’m particularly new to tumblr and I have no idea how to work it, so I’m trying my best here.

I have ADHD and dyslexia, I’m currently hyper fixating on The Bad Batch and The Clone Wars and I’m so normal actually, I also am so normal about RDR2 and TMNT12.

My twitter is @Boubies_lovr

My discord is @stinkymeat07 (don’t worry about the name..)

My TikTok! https://www.tiktok.com/@kupid.tcw?_t=8lBGjp5NWsY&_r=1

Please contact me if you want to be friends!

[pasta-pardner]

spotify | you're a good man, arthur morgan.

(primarily blues, roots, and folk.)

[emayemae]

Артур шлюха или альфа

А��но другому ни мешает

[bestmothertournament]

Propaganda Under Cut:

Jane Read (Mother of Arthur, D.W. + Kate): Caring and loving to her children. She wants the best for her children ensuring they are responsible and disciplined when necessary. She does not tolerate Arthur and D.W. quarrelling, although if it is a small argument she will let it go.

Shmi Skywalker (Mother of Anakin and Stepmother of Owen Lars): Shmi raises her son whilst slavery knowing that she cannot protect him and always fears for him. She teaches him love and kidness and he gives charity offering up their homestead even though they have nothing themselves. And, when the Jedi came and feared him hoping that he would have a good life even if that meant letting him go and trusting his faith to Jedi she had just met. In her final moments she was pleased to see Anakin all grown up. And although we know little of her relationship to her stepson the fact that Owen and his wife took in her grandchild when he had met Anakin hints that he did so in her name.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

(Disclaimer: Treat this like the actual WWE, so no special powers!)

[bisexyjedi]

Finnrey // Arthur & Guinevere AU

[rotzaprachim]

“Who are you?” “I’m you if that whole plotline about the absent messy father who is Always Playing A Part and the isolated son who becomes a controlling yet charismatic cult leader with long shiny hair in the aftermath of unthinkable destruction were very well written and acted” 

[blackseafoam]

WIP

[damerondala]

when arthur was thanking his horse and telling her she did good and comforting her while she was dying even though pinkertons were about to get he and john

[seven-oomen]

Had to try to get the image of Arthur Morgan as a space outlaw out of my head. Idea here is; Rex and Ahsoka go undercover for a mission and end up on Tatooine. Where Arthur Morgan is dispatched by Dutch Van der Linde to capture this new ellusive team of bounty hunters. Cause Dutch recons he can hold them for ransom. John and Tilly sneak on board and tag along with Arthur. Things don't go as planned when the people he manages to capture turn out to be Captain Rex of the GAR and Jedi Padawan Ahsoka Tano. Whoops.

-

The suns set on the horizon, basking the beige sand in red and orange glows while the temperature plunges lower than a Tatooine slave girl’s neckline. To say he’s miserable is a damned understatement. Old faithful Boadicea, a light freighter fitted with several bunk rooms, a cargo-hold, and hidden compartments for hiding all sorts of things or people, struggles to keep up with Tatooine’s shifting temperatures. Meaning that in the dark of the night it’s too cold, and during the blistering heat of the day it’s far too hot to remain inside.

For himself, that’s a minor inconvenience. He’s away most of the time anyway. But for his companions, little John, and little Tilly, two rascals of sixteen and twelve standard years respectively, it’s a detriment to their health. Which means he’s currently stuck doing work with two teenagers yammering on in his ear.

“Are we done yet?” John whines for the fiftieth time that day. His dark long hair is plastered to his dirt stained face. The sun has left it’s mark on John’s pale skin for his cheeks and neck practically glow red from the heat.

“No.” He grumbles, wiping the sweat from his brow. He readjusts his hat on his sandy hair. And peers out into the distance. His target, some sort of bounty hunter, will come up through those cliffs any moment now. And when he does he’ll be ready. He has been for the past two hours.

“This is boring…” Tilly groans on his other side. Her dark hair is twisted up in little buns on each side of her dark face. Her brown eyes peer out onto the canyon below while the sun sets behind them.

“This is a job. And we’ll do it quickly and quietly so we can go home. That understood?”

“Yes, Arthur.” His siblings say in chorus, though he catches their rolling eyes. Little bastards. They’re lucky they’re his favorite. Aside from Sadie, that is. Nothing can really beat the bond he has with his twin sister. Though these two rascals, they come in close.

This isn't posted anywhere I got this idea and I'm just writing it for fun while I try to move past another writing block for Caught somewhere in time. I'm just playing around. Also the idea to ship Arthur Morgan with Captain Rex is just tickling the pickle right now.

[restosan]

I hate them/j