Stayed Up Too Late Thinking About Those Damned Cowboys Again

Drawing (almost) every rdr2 mission #5: Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall?

9 hours for this???? FOR THIS??? how can it be extremely rushed yet take so long at the same time lol. Btw it’s my birthday today so happy birthday to me! Yipy

thats my fat old man!!

context: @sexyman-contest-2025

just found a dusty old booklet of harmonica lessons from 1958.

things about to get crazy in here

fancy boys!

And some more RDR2 storyboard beat boards since I'm still inspired to draw these.

Got 8 likes on twitter trying my chance here

This is actually causing me immense emotional turmoil, thanks for that

hello old friend

Just gonna pretend this is what happened

you cannot tell me if lenny had survived to chapter 6 arthur wouldve even let him stay to the end. because i see it more like…

“YOU ARE-” thrashing aggressively as lenny is dragged through a train station “GOING AS MANY MILES AWAY-” porter scowls as arthur throws money at him and lenny scuffs the floor by digging his heels down “AS I CAN AFFORD TO SEND YOU-” arthur screams as lenny bites him “AND GOING STRAIGHT!” lenny is shoved and kicked through train door while he screeches “I AM SO PROUD OF YOU I DONT WANT TO EVER SEE YOU AGAIN!” arthur waves the train away while lenny is stopped from throwing himself out of the window by other passengers.

Genuinely this is such a cool concept. Though it certainly isn’t meant to be a horror game, RDR2 does have its fair share of terrifying moments (I still get chills every time I remember my first encounter with the Night Folk)

I would have loved to see Rockstar explore horror more intentionally in a DLC, especially with a focus on Native American legends and cryptid folklore.

Undead Nightmare 2 would have been so good

No I’m not thinking about little frail 14 year old Arthur Morgan scared for his life, yet cautiously following these two men who took him in and fed him.

No I’m not thinking about them teaching him how to read and write, but also how to fight and shoot.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur learning how to ride a horse for the first time on his young filly, Boadicea. Or him begging Dutch and Hosea to let him keep this feral dog who brought chaos and laughter to the camp.

No I’m not thinking about little Arthur Morgan getting scrapes and bruises while running around and being a delinquent and hiding his scrunched face and tears as Hosea tends to his many wounds.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur Morgan in his early twenties when he was introduced to this kid who reminds him of himself, with the wildest personality and sad backstory.

And how he eventually built a brotherly relationship with that kid, John. Someone he can boss around and protect, but call an idiot from time to time, especially since he acted like one sometimes.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur Morgan in his early twenties when he had a son, and then lost him and his son’s mother a few years later. And the grief that came from that.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur Morgan in his mid twenties meeting a Woman whom he was never destined to marry, even though he tried his best for her.

No I’m in fact NOT thinking about Arthur Morgan.