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My mind never calms down, I'm sorry Arthur I always draw you when in mid crisis god there's 3 thousand drums banging in my head right now and my eyes are like flashing lights

I think I’m over him and then I remember the pain in his voice as he says, “I gave you all I had.”

this missing arthur morgan hours are hitting hard jesus f christ

btw this post is about Arthur Morgan and John Marston in that order

My favorite fictional characters fall into two categories, those being

1) I want to delicately pin them up in a display case as you would a butterfly in order to study and preserve their every feature and trait and shield them from The Horrors™️

2) I want to put them in a prescription bottle and shake them around

Had a dream someone texted me this and woke up in a cold sweat

This is the most real and true thing to ever be said.

behold. my collection of arthur morgan doodles i kept telling myself i would post (some of these are almost a month old now)

The beginning of chapter 5 portrays Arthur's confusion so well; yes, it's lengthy, and the player spends a few good moments just walking forward, but up to this point, Arthur is portrayed as a strong, capable and unbreakable man and all of a sudden he's thrown into a new world, and his body is capable of just barely moving forward.

This is the beginning of the end for Arthur. For the first time, he's no longer the strong man, he saw Dutch abandoning him on that boat, he watched Hosea and Lenny die with no time to mourn them and he is stuck on an island, probably assuming he's all alone.

It's also why the entire chapter feels out of place and confusing; the characters also have no clue what's going on, no one is in control of their situation and they're just doing their very best to survive.

Your quality of life will increase ten-fold when you learn to appreciate the sight of a little bird

Literally I am obsessed with these. I want an RDR2 animated series so badly

And some more RDR2 storyboard beat boards since I'm still a going

I would genuinely be willing to put up with being a woman in the late nineteenth century if I could just give Arthur Morgan a hug