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ive seen too many pieces of fanart where the hermit is pregnant with the pale visitor's fucked up baby like

brother am i missing something?😭

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PLEASE MORE MOTHER HOSEA AND READER PLEASE IVE SCOURED THE INTERNET AND ONLY FOUJD YOU PELASE PLEASE PELASE

ive been having the worst tummy troubles this whole week and id like to think he'd make his own medicine and rub my back as i writhe in pain and then sit next to me till i fall asleep

but imma try and put that thought into a cohesive imagine for you my precious anon😚

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you're a pretty independent kid, like you dont ask for much. you really dont. just food, water, and a chance to prove yourself during missions. and so far you've been doing really well, in fact just yesterday you and arthur had come back from some stakeout mission that he assumes went well. really any mission that ends with ya'll coming back home without any broken bones or scraps or gun wounds is a success in his book, but thats neither here nor there.

he remebers watching you two, you and arthur, relax near the fire with grimshaw in ya'lls ear talking bout your lack of hygiene and not appreciateing her and how when shes gone aint no one gonna be there to support ya'll like shes doing right now. its very motherly to watch her drone on and on as she is—swear he hadnt seen her this determined to see someone cared for like this since arthur has been a lil scrawny boy—but its a welcome sight.

and despite the constant scolding he couldnt mistake the slight smile on your face as you eat the meal laid in front of you.

you look happy

and really thats all he can wish for you and his boy.

and by the end of the day he'd seen you head off to your tent and turn off your lantern

and he swear you'd been fine last night. he could have sworn you were

but by morning you werent. and it was sad, the state you were in. all sweaty and wincing in pain, wrapped tightly around a ratty blanket you insist on keeping.

the longer he watches you clutch you stomach in pain out the corner of his eye, the closer he inches himself to your lean-to.

...

"im dying, hosea"

"you aint dying, kid. just gotta let this pass an you'll be right as rain"

"thats what men say bout their dying dogs till they get the right sense to put em out their misery"

"you're so dramatic"

"leave me alone. i-i dont want you watching me like this. just leave me be"

...

and so he does

he leaves you be

you hadnt said what was hurting ya but with the way he'd seen you clutch your stomach he could surmise your agony born of something you shouldn't have eaten. its sad to say this isnt an unfamiliar issues he's recognized with you, always finding way to upset you're already sensitive digestion. its strange though if he thinks about it, you've spent how many years by yourself, surviving on whatever scraps of food you could find and powered through whatever slime or mold that laid upon it with uncertainty of when the next meal would come—"iron gut" you've likened to calling yourself during those years. but now, nearly a year with them you've been rendered a helpless damsel from a simple wedge of cheddar.

there isnt much for him to do at this point

but the best he can do is try to make your pain manageable.

...

you smell ginger.

that and leather.

someone must have come in to your tent while you'd been in wallowing in your pain

probably hosea

the longer you ponder on it, on the way you'd rebuffed his effort to try and be helpful, the more your guilt grew

you still cant keep your mouth shut when people try to help you. still cant say please or thank you. always have to find a way to push the nicest people away...its only a matter of time till you drive everyone that matters away.

the feel of fingers carding through your scalp brings you out of your sark thoughts.

"you feel any better?", hosea's voice piercing through the darkness of the tent.

"i thought i told you to leave me be 'sea"

"yea you did. and i choose not to listen. just like you choose not to listen to me before making yourself sick"

"...i didnt mean to..."

"...i know you didnt kid, i know."

...

you're his sick little baby an he wouldnt dream of leaving you alone in pain.

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okay so south of midnight was a work of fucking art istg

i really try to keep my choice of game open cause you just never know what gems will pop up but i always have great faith in projects that have incredible music

and south of midnight hit that home every time. the soundtrack, the score, the everything about it was SOOOO GOOOD AAAHHHHH

i love me a good black story

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against my better judgement i may or may not have wasted my money on more games

but heres the good news

out of all the three games id purchased. ive only left one game untouched. ive finished one. and am currently playing another

things are looking up for my wallet ill tell you what

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theres actually no way there arent any ffxv communities on this damn site bro

come on guys i know ya'll are still here

I JUST WANNA TALK I SWEAR

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yea after all the bull ive been hearing about cazador and whatnot

that voice was not what i was expecting to come outta his mouth

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i killed his bitchass with no hesiation whatsoever

id do anything for my pookie astarion

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my friend and i made a father/daughter duo for our bg3 campaign and i love them sooo much i really gotta write more about them soong

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how much of a fucking loser would i be if i asked my old co-worker if he played marvel rival and wanted to play with me...

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really wish there was a vinyl of american murder story's donner party album

id probably play the album on the record player once and then hide it away somewhere but i just think id be neat to collect all the albums i like in some physical capacity

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anyone else got any music suggestions with similar dark folk vibes

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Male reader edging Arthur Morgan I’m begging u on my knees pls

- @arthurmorganssaddle (pls tag me)

mmmhh yes @arthurmorganssaddle very delicious

and for this i may or may not have used myself as inspiration for this one too😭

theres so many thoughts that are floating in my brain for this imagine but i cant stop thinking about loser m!reader edging arthur by accident

if arthur's noticed anything since he's come to know you is that you're attached to your phone 24/7. thats not to dispargae you in any way, no, he can say with confidence that almost everyone he knows and comes across on a random tuesday afternoon would be plastered to the screen of their phones same as you. but..but its somehow different with you. he hesitates to claim that you're being secretive with him, since this whole romantic will they wont they situation began with you, but its strange to see you constantly scrowling on your phone with headphones in your ear. and if he even attempts to come close to you while you're preoccupied, no sir. you're hurrying to change screens.

its sneaky.

after about the third time he'd caught you on your phone like that you had the decency to sheepishly admit that you werent talking to anyone. no you admited to listening to something.

oh.

oh well thats fine, right? you're just listening to something...he cant help but realize you never eleborated on what that something is mind you.

he doesnt mean to pry but he wants to know what you're listening to, ya know. he wants to be involved in in your interest. perhaps he'd even enjoy it. ever sense he'd gotten involved in dnd after you expressed your enjoyment of the game he's loved dming ever since. it takes a while for you to cave but with each pointed look he sends you, you slowly become more and more convinced to try. whatever you're listening to cant be 'that' bad

...

he quickly retracted that statement as soon as you disconnected your headphones.

ya know. he'd at least expect you to be listening to some sort of dnd related podcast, maybe even a 5 hour analysis of some game you'd have no desire to play. or maybe even music; he knows you like music.

he'd have thought youd be playing literally anything. literally anything else.

but when he hears the rapid slapping and grunts and sound of pleasure from your speakers he cant help the look of shock that falls on his face. he watches you rush to tap at your phone, attempt to silence the contraption that'd exposed you.

what the hell?

maybe he hadnt heard right, maybe he'd misheard. theres no way that came from your phone, right?

you have the nerve to look embarrassed about it.

oh god.

you listen to smut

all day.

everyday.

yea

"why darling? is it cause we dont-is it cause of me?"

"NO NO ABSOLUTELY NOT...you've done nothing wrong. im just-its just a me thing. i swear."

"but like, why though, darling?"

"i-i dont know arthur i-i just like it, okay"

"...okay" "okay? i-is that a "im weirded out" okay or a "we'll talk about this later" okay?"

"its okay...i-i gotta go"

and with a hurried kiss to your forehead hes out the door.

theres no point in lingering on the moment so you continue about your day. you continue to clean, continue to do your homework, continue to bother john, continue to have your little lunch date with hosea.

its as if nothing happened at all.

but the same cant be said for arthur.

the only thing swirlign in arthurs pretty little head of his is the incessant noise of someone getting their rocks off and dammit it shouldnt effect him as much as it has. he aint some blushing virgin, hes a grown ass man. so why does his mind keep going back to what you said?

"i just like it"

thats what you said. you just like. it seemed so simple when it left your mouth but now, all arthur can do is ruminant on the very meaning of the statement. you liked it. in fact with how many hours you seemed to be plugged into your headphones it wouldn't be too farfetched to say you loved it.

the slick and vulgur sounds of ecstasy brought you more pleasure than anything. and all arthur can think of is whether you'd enjoy listening to him like that. would you love the sounds he'd make while your hands molded to his skin?

...

despite how difficult it was to concentrate throughout the day, arthur hadnt intended to bring it back up when he came back home. but as he entered his room, seeing you clearly up and alert with the same damned phone in your hand, plans changed.

he plops down on his bed, his back to you. and he waits.

"why are you so wound up arthur?"

"you know why"

"no i dont, enlighten me a little"

"cause of you an that damn phone of yours"

"what did my phone do to you?"

"you and-and that damn smut you were listening to"

"were you thinking about that all day?"

...he hates how clearly the smirk on your face bleeds through in your tone.

"no!"

"poor doll got all this tension...can i help?...just a little bit"

"fine"

you hook your chin over his shoulder and position yourself behind arthur, your chest resting on his back. the lower your hand goes brushing his bulge the more tense.

"relax, baby", you whisper, you're breath hot on his neck.

"dont want you quiet for this. i wanna hear you. nice an' clear. dont be shy with me"

"but john's next door"

"john wont mind. he's asleep by now"

hes so heavy in your hands. and warm. god was he warm. and soft. was that a typical description of the prize you currently held in your hands? you're too sure. nothing else could accuratly desrbibe the contores, the slight curvature of manhood(?) that sporadically twitched and throbbed in anticipation than soft.

....these are moments that make life worth living

if you hadnt been so intent to hearing arthur in every way possible you'd have taken the time to even run your fingers through the patch of hair resting above this prize you now graze.

hes so cute.

and

and so vulnerable

"you're being so quiet baby. come on dont hide yourself. aint nothing to hide"

"you got no shame"

"aint no shame in wanting to crawl into ya skin baby"

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think the edging isnt even on purpose either. arthur gets close but then the reader stops cause hes gotta go pick up that ubereats delivery

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HERES YOUR CHOCKY MILK BITCH

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why the emperor out here shoving his illithid titties in my face

this is what i get for trying to comfort him during his migraines

cant have nothing nice istg

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kinda need to manifest a mer post for rdr

oh my god i got it

charles and arthur are your attendants and you're trying your best to get them into your tank with your cute little chirping but nothing is working. charles has a good idea of what all that chirping your doing means since spent some time stuyding our kind so he tries to be professional but you swear its only a matter of time till he falters...but then this big blond hunk just appears out of no where and starts working alongside charles and its so obvious that he has no idea what the hell your doing or really what this kind of job would entail...its fine though you're going to get them both

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really didnt see myself being convinced to play marvel rivals but here we are

5 hours deep

and a mild case of arthritis in the wrist

oh well

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im sorry but you know that pic of spongebob all squished up in his little prom suit?

yea that but its little johnny marston and he'd been forced to wear the suit cause hosea wanted him to look nice during his and dutch's vow renewal ceremony

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abi got a death grip on the picture of john looking like this dorky little goober

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i know there was a line somewhere where the vigilante said there was no point in looking for his niece but id like to imagine that he'd at least try to look for that little girl

i know he resents the weakness in his brother but dammit how many times will he watch a little girl be failed by her father

hes a very black and white thinker but god i want to think he's capable of some kindness, espcially for family