I Dont Think Ive Seen A Man As Beautiful As Arthur Morgan. Except My Wife Of Course But We're Talking

wifey dont put yourself down like this !!! YOU'RE LITERALLY HER !!!!! ilysm!!

Fun fact: The closest AA character I have physical resemblance to is Maggey Bryde :3

AH ! oh no... im ... im castiel (with party hat) from supernatural holding a cupcake and the spn tapeball !!!! wait this is fucking GREAT flies away

au where everyone becomes their pfp go

wassup homie guess who am i B)

howdeez ,, i saw your follow, honey... you're not that slick :]

[RDR SPOILERS] the strange man.

do you ever think that each gang member that died in the storyline had their own moments with TSM? (yes im going to shorten it to that. hehe it sounds like tism. anyways) Like. surely not only arthur (well technically only as an unfinished portrait if iirc) and john saw or interacted with him. i dont think that TSM really needs to interact with them. just. linger. be there. just enough to sense. or maybe it would depend on each gang member. john certainly had his fair share with him. but maybe for some, it was quiet. they knew their time was coming. hosea, obviously would be one of those people. hosea...

he would've written it down, commenting about some man he sees out of the corner of his eye. perhaps he feels a little threatened but there would be some calm in him. like they've made an unspoken agreement. maybe they would've talked. or not. then now i like to think dutch has a different TSM. it's hosea. hosea is his TSM. should be familiar to him, comforting even. they were partners in crime! but it makes it worse, doesnt it? the man from your past who was supposed to be dead, still somehow there. Maybe it's not even *Hosea*, truly. like. only what Dutch's mind had twisted him to be. so different from he was like alive. I doubt Dutch would've noticed the difference after... yknow. anyways yeah. theres a bit for you to chew on. cheers!

EVERYONE, EVERYONE, LOOK AT WHAT MY WIFEY POSTED !!!! i liek your luigi hcs !!! ILY !!!!

Heya, pals!! :D Since Super Mario has now been demoted to a minor hyperfixation in replacement of Ace Attorney, I'm gonna post some Luigi headcanons that have been GNAWING on my mind for the past 3 years I've had this hyperfixation. Without further ado, LETSA GO!!! :3 (btw heres credits to the dividers i used here.)

Appearance ⭐:

I don't usually give appearance headcanons, but as you have seen in a few posts of mine, I gave him freckles! Not sure why tho, I just feel like it would suit Luigi.

I got inspired by a crap ton of long-haired Luigi (and by proxy, Mr. L) headcanons and fanart so that's one more to add to my list of headcanons.

As for markings, I headcanon him to have a lot of scars. Specifically on his arms, ranging from his fingertips to his elbows from using his thunderhand ability, being REALLY clumsy, and other stuff I won't mention. There are a few more scars on his legs and torso from either work-related accidents, or accidentally getting scratched up in adventures with Mario. (also top surgery scars but i'll explain that later shush)

Hobbies 🖌️:

A portion of Luigi's hobbies came from him trying to be just like brother, Mario, but Luigi is his own person too, so he has many hobbies to call his own. Just like many other fellas in the Mario community, the Luigi in my AU LOVES engineering (specifically mechanical engineering). Besides that, I think he would love baking with Princess Peach!

I feel like he's the better cook between him and his brother, so in their spare time, he teaches Mario how to cook! Yeah, sometimes the food comes out a tiinnnnyy bit burnt, but hey! At least Mario tried his best! Of course, Luigi knows that, so he gives a tiny pat on Mario's back for not completely burning the food into a crisp.

His other favorite thing to do with Mario is to play videogames!

He's also a former theatre kid in this AU-

His favorite musicals would be Dear Evan Hansen, Mamma Mia, and Annie!

Personality 🎭:

This section's gonna be really short because honestly, I don't know how to describe personalities of other characters, let alone, myself!

So uhhh... here we go..?

I often find Luigi to be more ambiverted, (or maybe extroverted but very socially awkward??? idk just me projecting tho lolz qwq) however HEAVILY leaning on to the introverted side.

From what I've seen he is a HUGE sweetie pie, even if he canonically gets shitted on by like, 80% of the Mario NPCs.

So yeah, thats it for personality I guess... QwQ

Music 🎧:

I feel like since some of the fandom represents him as a hopeless romantic, he enjoys listening to love songs the most.

For some reason, I headcanon him listening to love songs that blink-182 makes lol. (to be specific, this song. its a total banger pls listen to it!!)

Misc. 📁:

All the other headcanons that don't fit the other 3 labels! (sexuality, disorder stuff, etc.)

Personally, I HC him to be autistic and have GAD (or generalized anxiety disorder.) I got this headcanon from watching this video a long time ago, and it just clicked. Something about that man screamed "AUTISM!!!" to me. Idk why.

Now time for sexuality hcs!! For me, I headcanon him as demiromantic bisexual. The vibes just... feel right to me. I also headcanon him being a trans man!! Again, for the reason of the vibes feeling right.

So... that's it! My Luigi headcanons! I wrote this instead of studying environmental laws lol ^_^ It may not be accurate to canon, but that is what makes it an au, I guess.

yeehaws in angel !!!!!!!! conservatives cant get my awesome transgenderism fagness out of their minds i think that makes them fags too idek

lets hear it for transgenderism and faggotry. can I get a round of applause for transgenderism and faggotry

get Will Wood bombed or something

This is so shit but I got bored as hell.

eating this up ??? im in love with the idea. jovier...

Poco a Poco

A Jovier drabble :p

A/N: Thought about how rdr1 John knows a couple of Spanish words, so naturally I wrote about Javier teaching John Spanish.

Words: 865

“But if you teach me, it’ll be like our own secret language. We can use it when we rob. People would be none the wiser to what we’re saying.” John’s tone was awfully convincing as he followed Javier through the busy camp. 

“It’s not a secret language, John.” Javier began, rolling his eyes as he placed down the hay bale he had been carrying with a huff. He watched as John did the same before continuing, “And I don’t like hearing gringos try to speak it. It’s... annoying.”

“Green-goes, look I’m already getting started.” John smiled in pride, “Now what does that mean?” 

Javier couldn’t help but give a short laugh at his dear friend’s ignorance, “Don’t worry about it.” He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, the midday sun coming down on them.

Javier brushed his hands together, a silent beat passing as he pondered. Finally, he looked back up at John, “...You really think it’ll help us on jobs?” 

John smiled brightly, knowing he had successfully convinced his dear friend. 

*🁓*

Javier remembered learning English. He would hear others speak it around camp and caught on to a few common words they’d share. He remembered sitting down with Hosea and having semi-conversations with him, never feeling judged by the man when he inevitably messed up. That was always the hard part— the fear of sounding and feeling foolish. He knew he wasn’t stupid by any means; but in English he sure felt like it. There were so many rules and confusing phrases that felt almost designed to trip you up. But he had to learn. 

When he practiced aloud, alone in the corners of camp, it always came down to swallowing that fear of sounding stupid.

Maybe that’s why it seemed so easy for John to learn Spanish. 

Javier admired how brazen John was; how he repeated the Spanish words with an almost reckless confidence, even if he was butchering the words. 

He sat across from John at the camp’s table, the both of them playing dominoes as Javier “taught” John Spanish, though it was starting to feel like just teaching John how to say different curse words in Spanish. 

“How do I call someone a son of a bitch then?” John asked with a coarse chuckle, placing his next domino down. 

“Hijo de puta,” Javier replied slowly with a smile, placing his own domino down. 

John repeated the phrase: wrong, but with his never ending nerve. 

Javier couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, “You’ll get it.” 

“This language learning stuff is hard,” John admitted, placing down another domino, “I don’t know how you did it, makes me feel like a— pen-day-ho.” He finished, referencing the word he had just learned. 

“Pendejo,” Javier corrected softly, “It takes time. Don’t worry, you’ll get it.” 

“Easy for you to say,” John grumbled, “You already speak it.” 

Javier recognized the frustrated feeling easily, feeling like you’ll never get it. 

“You’ll get there.” Javier reassured him, placing his final domino, “One word at a time.” 

*🁓*

And it really was one word at a time after that. Javier was slightly surprised at how serious John was taking his newfound Spanish lessons. He had moved on from curse words and instead would trail behind Javier as he pointed out different objects around camp to be translated for him. He learned: el caballo, los árboles, and even el whisky. 

“I think I’m getting the hang of this,” John grinned. The pair were sharing a log as they were both hunched over staring at the campfire. 

“We’ll be using this to rob people in no time. We can hit a stagecoach easily, we go in rápido, get the dinero, and then we can vámonos.” John finished in his thick American accent, seemingly proud of himself. 

“Yeah, maybe one day, compa.” Javier replied with a broad smile, looking back to the fire. 

It was in the small victories that he found joy in. He had found himself looking forward to John’s clumsy, but enthusiastic attempts at Spanish everyday. John’s lack of self-doubt, once annoying to Javier, had now become quite endearing. 

“So, how do you say,” John began, breaking Javier’s train of thought, “Give me your wallet.” 

“Dame tu cartera.” Javier replied easily, laughing silently to himself at John’s choice of phrases he wanted to learn. 

“Dame tu car-ter-uh.” John repeated, fumbling over the last syllable. 

“It’s ‘ah’ not ‘uh’,” Javier gently corrected. “Try it again.” 

John sat up straight to focus, “Car-ter-uh.” He tried again, feeling like his mouth just couldn’t get the right shape. 

“Here,” Javier said, sitting up and turning to face John. He placed his hand on John’s chin, the scruff brushing against his fingers, “Try it again.” 

John felt slightly flustered at the touch, but tried anyway, this time letting Javier’s hand guide his mouth, “Car-ter-ah.” 

“There it is!” Javier beamed along with John. He felt his hand linger for a moment before finally taking it away, clearing his throat softly, “I knew you’d get it.” 

The two turned back to the fire before them. It wasn’t their secret language yet, not by a long shot, but it was a start.

guys gimme rdr2 prompts im bored outta my mind !!

im thinkin' ima focus on Charthur (Charles Smith x Arthur Morgan) BUT SUGGEST OTHER SHIPS TOO PRETTY PLEASEE !!!! mybe ill post the end result- or not because err, i might get writers block as SOON as i try to do anything sigh

i might be cooked !!

so like a year ago i won my school's spelling bee contest, first placer i beat the graduating class's best freakin' contestant i dunno HOW THAT happened </3 SHOULD ,, probably be proud of myself for that but like. GANG. NOW IM IN THE CITY WIDE (or ,, city wide private school) SPELLING BEE CONTEST. I AM ,, BARELY LITERATE !! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO !! EVERYONE PROLLY SMARTER THAN ME !! send help, i am merely a queer angel. i do not have the knowledge of words. i am

the tweaked.