#taima horse

[sapphic-outlaw]

I absolutely love having SO much customization for my stable horses now, from my "Friesian" Vanta to my gorgeous brindle boy Gambit, but there's just something extra special about having Taima and Falmouth in my stable ♥

[babyaiker]

I love my horsey’s and my horsey’s love me

I drew as many important red dead redemption 2 horses as I could, but it’s all in my silly, rinky-dink style. I wanna make these into charms/stickers so bad they’d be perfect

And so everyone knows who’s who:

Baylock - Micah’s

Brown Jack - Bill’s

Taima - Charles’

The Count - Dutch’s

Silver Dollar - Hosea’s

Ennis - Sean’s

Boaz - Javier’s

Branwen - Kieran’s

Maggie - Lenny’s

Bob - Sadie’s

Nell II - Uncle’a

Gwydion - Trelawny’s

Old Belle - Karen’s

Old Boy - John’s

Rachel - John’s (Epilogue)

Hera - Sadie’s (Epilogue)

Nell IV - Uncle’s (Epilogue)

Falmouth - Charles’ (Epilogue)

Buell - Hamish/The Veteran

O’Driscoll Horse - First horse you get in chapter 1

[classic-oatcakes]

Charles and Taima sketchies :>

[graves-doodles]

Sadie wearin' Arthur's hat and Charles wearin' Sadie's hat And Arthur just havin' a nap

[arthursfuckinghat]

Pov you are Charles Smith watching Arthur spoil his horse for the 24607th time today

[breeezytoast]

Taima as a foal

Enough said

[tacituskilgoreminingco]

i just think our horses look good together 😼

[nekoaumaster]

charles having an appaloosa means alot to his character because appaloosas meant a lot to the native americans, specifically the nez pearce people, due to their spots, thinking they provided protection in battle and because they were good sport horses, and his native american heritage plays a role in his character and storyline as a whole

[triffany-lottablog]

Taima my friend my best freind Taima

[pawscreatures]

[foolish-gulasch]

yesterday my partner asked me "would you rather be arthur's horse or charles' horse?" and for several reasons i still haven't figured out how to reply to that

[sapphic-outlaw]

So the mod menu I use now allows us to recreate any horse coat on any horse (accuracy is DIFFICULT btw omg there's thousands of combinations) so of course I immediately went to make Taima and my brindle Arabian Johnny so I could have them in my stable.

But after I made Taima and called out my mustang to mess with his coat, it occurred to me that I can put Taima's coat on any horse lol.

So here we have: Arabian Taima (Apparabian), Breton Taima, Missouri Fox Trotter Taima, Mule Taima, and Shire Taima with a bonus comparison to my character because the Shires are just comically massive

[earwen-x]

he is such beauty inside and out, I love him so much, and I love you avi ;__;

always here for anything Charles <3

could you please do silly little sketches of Charles?

sure i have no idea how to draw him tho but there!! <3 i love him

[classic-oatcakes]

How to Get Taima in RDR2 Story

Just do the Camille de Millemont bounty mission, he just rides in on her lol. When were y'all gonna tell me this!?

Can stable her and everything, SHE'S MINE NOW!!!! <3

[the-karma-cafe]

Oh, Arthur | Arthur Morgan

(also posted on ao3 under same username)

in which arthur is desperate for an excuse for you to touch him ;(

“Oh, Arthur,” a voice called exasperatedly from the campfire.

Arthur blinked blearily, still in the early stages of waking up. Already?  He grumbled a little under his breath, not expecting to be bothered the second he exited his tent. Usually he had at least a minute to himself; perhaps he had not quite earned that this week. He rubbed an eye and glanced around.

Approaching him from his left, one hand holding a steaming cup of coffee and the other on her hip, was (Y/N). She rolled her eyes, and once she reached him, thrust out the cup towards him, its piping contents jostling about dangerously. He made a noise of surprise and took it from her, immediately balancing it in his grip. He looked down into the cup, its rich scent wafting up to meet his nose. “’S this for me?” he mumbled, voice still roughened from sleep. He coughed, clearing his throat self-consciously. The coffee swayed in the cup. 

"No." came her clipped response, like it was obvious. He scrunched up his nose, his gaze moving from the cup to her face. What crawled up her-?

Her hands were reaching up towards him, and he felt himself hold his breath. They stopped just under his face, grabbing at his collar. "What..." he breathed, his eyes tracking her movement, tucking his chin into his chest to watch. Her fingers tugged at the wrinkled fabric, unfolding it from the poor state it was in, and pulling down at it to straighten it.

She moved closer, huffing something under her breath he couldn't make out. His eyes moved back up to her, catching on that strand of hair that always fell out of her updo. His hand twitched.

"There." And suddenly she was gone, along with the warmth from the cup in his hand. He dumbly looked down at his now-empty hand, feeling ten times slower than everything around him this morning. 

"...Thanks?" 

Her laugh rang out. "You're welcome, Mr. Morgan." He looked back up at her, watching her twist and walk away from him. "Can't have you out robbin' in such a sorry state—stains the Van der Linde name!" she called out from over her shoulder.

"I suppose." he responded, more to himself, and long after she had left.

He spent a beat longer in that spot, feeling rooted to the ground. A cuff on the shoulder broke him from his trance, and he sheepishly stalked off to his horse.

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The next day, it happened again. Then again. Then again. There was always something off about how he looked, and she would tirelessly trot over to fix it. His collar was wrinkled, his suspenders uneven, his hair messed up, his clothes dirty... it wasn’t always first thing in the morning, sometimes it was after he had returned from town or from hunting. He had barely had time to dismount his horse before she was on him, smacking dirt off his front.

“Take a quick roll in the pig sty before you came back?” she prompted, sounding a bit irritated by his state of disarray. She seemed to get more and more annoyed with him the more this went on.

He shrugged, hiding a grin as she rounded his form to brush off his back. “Gotta get low to hunt, sweetheart.” he drawled, turning towards her before she could finish brushing him off.

She scowled. “So why is it Charles always manages to come back looking fine?”

Charles huffed a laugh from the other side of his horse. She sighed, her eyes zeroing in on another spot above his chest. She reached out and brushed it off. “You’re hopeless.”

Apparently deeming him clean enough, she wandered off to speak with Hosea.

“You’ve always been unkempt, Arthur." Charles prompted, rounding Taima. "What’s with her sudden interest?”

Arthur shrugged again, hearing his smile more than feeling it. “Must’ve got sick of me.”

Charles hummed, watching Arthur stare after her.

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

Oh, he was a fool.

Arthur's reflection stared back at him: collar rumpled, one suspender off his shoulder, hair mussed. He almost scooped up dirt from the ground, but the slightest twinge of shame stopped him before he could. He shook his head, looking away. It was midday, she'd likely be busy with something else and not even notice. He forced himself to leave his tent.

He didn’t make it two steps out before being pushed right back in.

“Arthur have y’lost yer mind??” her hands were on him in an instant, righting his suspender and checking the other for good measure, fixing his collar, running her hands through his hair... he felt giddy, unable to fight the guilty smile on his face. It felt nice, to be doted on like this. The messier he was, the longer she’d have her hands on him.

“What’ve you got to smile about?!” she huffed, turning him around to face the small mirror on his table. He easily let himself be manhandled, glimpsing her contorted expression in the mirror. “It’s there for a reason!”

She moved to leave, but he caught her wrist, lightly tugging her back. He kept his hold soft. Her brow furrowed, but she allowed herself to be stopped, making his heart skip hopefully in his chest.

“I..." he smiled nervously, "I think you missed a spot.” he teased, dragging his other hand through his hair to mess it up again.

Her eyes followed this movement before snapping to his. He widened his smile, attempting to tamp down the anxious energy thrumming beneath its surface. Her gaze softened. She gently removed her wrist from his hold, watching his shoulders sag the slightest amount. It was stupid, he knew. He knew he was making a fool of himself.

“Oh, Arthur,” she sighed, a smile twisting her lips. He felt her hands in his hair, and his eyelids fluttered closed, eager to feel the scrape of her nails against his scalp. “You could’ve just asked.”

[arthursfuckinghat]

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