Call me Dead Eye

[dead-eye-ranger]

About Me

Howdy. I'm the Ranger. I'm a muse account run by @toyfriskman (follows and likes from them). Mun is 18+, as am I, the muse. Basic rules follow on this blog, so please use common sense when interacting. If you wish to learn more about the Mun, check out their blog.

~More OC than actual Character // Heavily based off Arthur Morgen RDR2~

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Name: Arthur "Dead Eye" van der Linde

Class: The Ranger

Height: 6'1.5"

Age: 36

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: He/Him

From: Arizona, USA

Employer: RED

Personality: A quick draw with a rugged appearance, Arthur van der Linde is a more closed-off man than he would like. He's quick to be snappy and a bit rude. He pushes people away, a deep and hidden fear keeping him from letting himself get close to anyone. If you get to know him, though, Arthur is a sweetheart and a goof, loving to joke around with friends. He's typically the one to help others out of trouble, either bailing them or intervening. Don't get him wrong; he will fight his way to see his friends safe and sound at the end of the day.

Bio: Arthur van der Linde was meant to have a perfect childhood. Instead, he grew up learning war and horror. His father was shipped off and never came back, and his mother died shortly after due to a disease they didn't have the money to cure. Running from CPS, Arthur found a gang that took him under their wing.

He was the child of their group, literally and metaphorically. The Gang taught him everything he knew and more. He had a talent with guns, knowing exactly when and where to shoot to get a clean kill. For that, he was called "Dead Eye."

Arthur grew up with the gang, watching new faces come in, and old ones leave. He was never their leader's right-hand man, always a step or two below them.

His gang was killed one day, by an assassin. Arthur knew he was the cause but doesn't open up about the story with anyone. He regrets his choice every day and vows to find who hired the hits and kill them himself.

When he was hired by MannCo., Arthur was hesitant. A second chance to have something like family. He didn't want a repeat of what he did, but he accepted, forcing himself to be closed off and cold. He didn't like the new him, but he had to tolerate it, his fear keeping him in check. He couldn't let anyone get close. Not again.

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Banner is an image I found on google

Icon is also an image I found on google

[loisnclark]

Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not.

[dead-eye-ranger]

4 - the wolfy au

4- “Oops—sorry!” (catches them when they stumble, bodies pressed together).

Arthur's arms automatically went around Johanna as she stumbled into him, catching her easily before she has a chance to fall. He rights her, helping her back up on steady feet when he realizes he's still holding on, and lets go gently, making sure she's alright.

"You're alright?" he asks, checking to make sure she didn't drop anything. "It's a small room..."

[dead-eye-ranger]

"As us, then," Arthur decided after a moment.

While he didn't prefer a form, Arthur found himself more drawn to staying as a human around Johanna. While it was easy to ignore things as the Wolf, there was a calmness he felt around her like this.

"I'll put on some better pants," he hummed, looking down at the shorts he wore. "Ticks are hard to get off."

[sagamemes]

sharing is caring.     small favours are what the beginnings of intimacy are made out of, i’m told. so here’s some prompts about sharing and borrowing.  send me  ‘ sharing is caring ’ and a number for our muses to indulge in something from the list, and feel free to specify or give context if you want to !

sharing a flat

sharing a room

sharing a bed

sharing an improvised sleeping arrangement

my muse giving their [coat/jacket/jumper/hoodie] to yours

your muse giving their [coat/jacket/jumper/hoodie] to mine

my muse borrowing a full set of casual clothes from yours

your muse borrowing a full set of casual clothes from mine

my muse borrowing a [piece of/set of] formalwear from yours

your muse borrowing a [piece of/set of] formalwear from mine

sharing a meal

sharing dessert

sharing street food

my muse asking to loan something of sentimentic value from yours

your muse asking to loan something of sentimentic value from mine

my muse asking to loan something of financial value from yours

your muse asking to loan something of financial value from mine

sharing a car ride

sharing a motorcycle

sharing a bicycle

sharing an amusement park ride car

sharing a playground equipment

sharing toys

my muse borrowing a piece hobby / job equipment from yours  ( book, instrument, sports gear, etc. )

your muse borrowing a piece hobby / job equipment from mine  ( book, instrument, sports gear, etc. )

sharing knowledge

sharing a secret

sharing photographs

my muse asking to loan money from yours

your muse asking to loan money from mine

[dead-eye-ranger]

4 - the wolfy au

4- “Oops—sorry!” (catches them when they stumble, bodies pressed together).

Arthur's arms automatically went around Johanna as she stumbled into him, catching her easily before she has a chance to fall. He rights her, helping her back up on steady feet when he realizes he's still holding on, and lets go gently, making sure she's alright.

"You're alright?" he asks, checking to make sure she didn't drop anything. "It's a small room..."

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

Johanna was normally a pretty steady woman on her feet, but even the sureest foot could misstep now and again. But instead of the expected impact of the floor, there's instead the warmth of a body, and strong arms holding on. She tells herself the heat in her cheeks is solely from the embarrassment of having been so clumsy.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She assured as he helped her upright. “You can be so quiet sometimes It can be hard to realize you’re right there.” He was right about the small space. It was plenty of space when she’d thought she’d become some wild hermit. Perhaps one day she’d decide to expand the living room of their little cabin. She already planned to add on a room for him.

[dead-eye-ranger]

"It's a, uh..." Arthur tried, forgetting the saying for a moment. Even though hes been a human longer and longer, he still forgot a few things.

"Blessing and a curse!" he exclaimed after a moment. "It helps with hunting. Not so much when I'm here."

After making sure Johanna was alright, he took a step back, catching the slight red in her face. He was sure the heat in his matched, but he blamed it on the weather. It was getting warmer, finally.

"Did you need anything?" he asked, stepping away from the kitchen counter.

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

“Ah, I mean I guess I don’t need anything, but ironically I was actually looking to see if you were around.” She replied. “I was going to see if you wanted to join me for a hike around the property. With the warmer weather and the rain we’ve had I thought I might go foraging.”

If he was up for it, she knew she'd enjoy his company, plus, it was possible he'd have noticed any good spots to check out during his patrols around their land.

[dead-eye-ranger]

"Foraging would be nice," Arthur hummed, looking out the window.

The warm weather was nice, and he knew it was close to berry season, if they were there already. He knew of a nice clearing nearby with wildflowers in it... maybe Johanna could do something with those?

"Just as us?" he asked, wondering if she felt the need for the Wolf. He had patrolled the property enough that most wild(er) animals had started to stay away from it.

[dead-eye-ranger]

4 - the wolfy au

4- “Oops—sorry!” (catches them when they stumble, bodies pressed together).

Arthur's arms automatically went around Johanna as she stumbled into him, catching her easily before she has a chance to fall. He rights her, helping her back up on steady feet when he realizes he's still holding on, and lets go gently, making sure she's alright.

"You're alright?" he asks, checking to make sure she didn't drop anything. "It's a small room..."

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

Johanna was normally a pretty steady woman on her feet, but even the sureest foot could misstep now and again. But instead of the expected impact of the floor, there's instead the warmth of a body, and strong arms holding on. She tells herself the heat in her cheeks is solely from the embarrassment of having been so clumsy.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She assured as he helped her upright. “You can be so quiet sometimes It can be hard to realize you’re right there.” He was right about the small space. It was plenty of space when she’d thought she’d become some wild hermit. Perhaps one day she’d decide to expand the living room of their little cabin. She already planned to add on a room for him.

[dead-eye-ranger]

"It's a, uh..." Arthur tried, forgetting the saying for a moment. Even though hes been a human longer and longer, he still forgot a few things.

"Blessing and a curse!" he exclaimed after a moment. "It helps with hunting. Not so much when I'm here."

After making sure Johanna was alright, he took a step back, catching the slight red in her face. He was sure the heat in his matched, but he blamed it on the weather. It was getting warmer, finally.

"Did you need anything?" he asked, stepping away from the kitchen counter.

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

@dead-eye-ranger

It had been a little over a month since the unfortunate prince had found himself at the mercy of her and her crew. The men had, likely thanks to Tavish's influence, eased up on him a little as of late. Not that he fit in among them by any means. But it was good, it meant less potential trouble for him and her. He seemed to finally, if slowly, be getting some form of sealegs on him. Another good thing, because wobbly as he still was she had to worry less about the man stumbling from a rough wave and going overboard.

Hopefully tonight wouldn't set back his progress with that.

The air upon the ship was energetic as men bustled about, readying loads to be brought down once they came upon the small cove they'd been heading for, for a celebration Tavish insisted on since she'd taken command. And it was thankfully somewhat conveniently near a small port that didn't pry too much on who came and went or what their occupations might by. A chance to resupply, and a chance to unwind. It was an uplifting combination.

She called out to enter when the knock came. Not looking up at first when Arthur entered, she'd called for him, after all, and she had a few more things to write down first before she gave the paper to him. "I don't suppose you'd like the chance to stretch your legs on dry land for a spell, would you? We're nowhere near far enough from your territory, or a proper place to drop you off safely, but we will be stopping for a day or two. Promise not to stray too far and I'll add you to the tally of men who'll be going to shore."

[dead-eye-ranger]

Arthur hummed in response, still wishing that, if he had known, he could have run sooner, if only for his friend. Even still, he knew mulling over something he had no control over would only lead him down paths left untouched.

"Then before we get too drunk, we should scout some out," he said after a moment. "Make sure we don't get too dry on the boat, and make sure I have enough to topple me without the waves."

He chuckled to himself at that. He would miss the land again as soon as they set off, he knew, but for now, the Prince would try to take his mind off things. Perhaps find a peace offering for the Captain, seeing as (what he assumed) previous ones hadn't gone exactly to plan.

[lowkeyluminary]

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[dead-eye-ranger]

4 - the wolfy au

4- “Oops—sorry!” (catches them when they stumble, bodies pressed together).

Arthur's arms automatically went around Johanna as she stumbled into him, catching her easily before she has a chance to fall. He rights her, helping her back up on steady feet when he realizes he's still holding on, and lets go gently, making sure she's alright.

"You're alright?" he asks, checking to make sure she didn't drop anything. "It's a small room..."

[dead-eye-ranger]

😵‍💫

Send me '😵‍💫' to find my muse alone in the aftermath of a fight

Arthur leaned against the wall, panting as he fought to catch his breath. He and a few others on RED were ambushed at a flank, leaving only the Ranger left in the pool of blood and bodies left behind.

Checking his ammo count, Arthur pushed himself up with a pained grunt, checked himself over quickly, and started to trek back to his side of the battlefield. Well, either that, or a stray bullet that manages to catch him off guard.

[bitethevessel]

reblog if you’re open to banter!

sometimes you just wanna have fun on the dash, and that’s okay!

[thunderousmemes]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Prompts for Romance Tension pt. 1

Accidental Intimacy (Clumsy but charged moments)

1- Both reach for the same object, hands brushing — neither moves away. 2- “Hold still—” (fixing their tie, adjusting their collar, brushing hair from their face). 3- One falls asleep on the other’s shoulder during a long ride. 4- “Oops—sorry!” (catches them when they stumble, bodies pressed together). 5- Forced to share a coat/blanket in the cold. 6- One carries the other on their back after an injury. 7- Both squeeze into a small hiding space, breathing heavy. 8- “You’ve got something on your face… let me.” 9- Their lips accidentally brush while leaning in at the same time. 10- Waking up in each other’s arms after an accidental nap.

Playful & Teasing (Flirty but unsure)

11- “You’re staring.” 12- One steals food/drink from the other just to annoy them. 13- “If you keep looking at me like that, I might start thinking you like me.” 14- A challenges B to a bet — loser has to grant one favor. 15- One tries (badly) to flirt, the other teases them for it. 16- “Wow… you’re blushing.” 17- A tries to teach B something (dancing, archery, cooking) and uses it as an excuse to touch them. 18- “You’ll have to earn it if you want it back.” (holding something of theirs hostage). 19- They’re snowed in/rained in and play games to pass the time. 20- One sneaks up behind the other and covers their eyes.

[thunderousmemes]

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 

(starters inspired by too many drinks, city lights, and the kind of honesty that only comes after midnight)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

“You look like you could use another drink… or a bad decision.”

“Don’t tell me you came here alone.”

“I’m not drunk, I’m just—emotionally flexible right now.”

“One more round, and I might actually tell you what I’m thinking.”

“I didn’t plan on running into you here.”

“You’ve got that look—like you’re either about to confess something or start a fight.”

“You’re staring again. Should I take that as an invitation?”

“You ever think about how many bad ideas start with a shot glass?”

“You dance like you’re trying to forget something.”

“It’s way past decent hours—what are you still doing out?”

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓

“You can stop pretending you’re fine. Nobody believes it after their third drink.”

“I thought you didn’t drink anymore.”

“It’s funny—liquor makes you honest, but you still can’t say what you really want, can you?”

“You shouldn’t walk home alone. I’ll come with you.”

“You always talk like this when you’ve had too much.”

“You smell like smoke and regret. It suits you.”

“Let’s make a pact—we don’t talk about this in the morning.”

“You shouldn’t have kissed me. But I’m not asking you to stop.”

“You ever get drunk enough to think the world might love you back?”

“We’re both going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t we?”

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏

“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? I’ll go first.”

“Tell me a truth—just one. The kind you’d never say sober.”

“You’re going to forget this conversation in the morning, right?”

“If I told you I missed you, would you blame the alcohol?”

“You keep drinking like you’re trying to forget something. Or someone.”

“I didn’t mean to call you. My hands just remembered your number.”

“Why are you crying? Don’t tell me it’s just the gin.”

“You said you don’t love me anymore, but you’re still here.”

“Do you ever wonder how we got this lost?”

“Sometimes, I think the night listens better than people do.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 — quiet streets, unspoken things

“I’ll walk you home. You can pretend you don’t need me to.”

“It’s too late for goodbyes, isn’t it?”

“We shouldn’t have let it get this far.”

“You can hold my hand. Just for tonight.”

“Do you ever wish you’d met me sober?”

“Don’t fall asleep yet. The world feels softer when it’s still spinning.”

“Stay until the city forgets our names.”

“You look different under the streetlights.”

“Promise me you won’t vanish when morning comes.”

“I don’t know what I’ll remember most — the taste of the drink, or you.”

[mudskip-memes]

Send me '😵‍💫' to find my muse alone in the aftermath of a fight

[rp-meme-central]

Send "happy drugs" for a starter where my muse is high on painkillers.

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

“oh”

@dead-eye-ranger

Send “oh”  and I will generate one of the following scenarios where your Muse stumbles upon… [[ alternatively, send a number! ]]

9:My Muse scratching at a bug bite under their shirt, showing off their side

(This seems perfect for the werewolf au, i think)

Spring was early, and though the air still had a touch of chill in it the earth was starting to wake from its winter slumber, and with it unfortunately meant bugs were waking too.

And unfortunately, little bloodsuckers always seemed to love her.

It had been a long day of beginning the preparations for the spring garden, and had the itchy cluster of pockmarks to show for it.

Johanna stood from the couch, intending to fetch herself a cup of tea as they settled in for the evening. Though the itch stops her, and she can't help but slip her hand under her shirt to give a scratch, oblivious of the way her shirt lifts for him to see her waist and her side.

[dead-eye-ranger]

Arthur was relaxing beside Johanna, tired from helping her plan for spring. It was mainly help clearing out the yard and garden, Arthur doing more of the heavy lifting, so Johanna had an easier time planning.

Somehow, though, the wolf had been mainly spared from the mosquitos, most of them favouring the human instead. Eyes watched as she scratched at her side, the red bumps easy to pick out among what few freckles made their way that far down her body.

"Y'know," he hummed, standing as well, "some aloe could help keep that from itchin' if it's botherin' you. Peppermint also works, but I dont like th' smell. Too strong."

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

It hadn’t escaped Johanna’s notice that she seemed to be the target of all the early bugs and her wolf seemed to be relatively unscathed. Perhaps there was something about the smell of him that told the little bloodsuckers not to go for him. Or maybe she just had the tastier blood type.

“Yeah, I know. I really should go get some. I’ve some salve in the bathroom that’ll help.” She replied. She knew she really ought to just go get some instead of trying to ignore the itch, which had clearly been failing.

She shuffled off into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a small tin in one hand, holding it out for him to take while she rolled up her shirt a bit with the other. “Would you mind? This angle it would be hard to make sure I get em all covered good.”

[dead-eye-ranger]

Taking the tin, Arthur sniffed at it out of instinct, pulling back in disgust at the smell. Peppermint. Why did it have to be so strong?

Bracing himself, the wolf opened the tin, managing not to gag at the intensity of the smell. He was sure it was nice to Johanna and other humans, but to him? It was an assault on his nose.

"You should get one of th' aloe plants," he murmured, dipping a finger into the salve. "Keep this stuff locked away."

Gently, he rubbed the stuff onto her skin in small circles, fingers careful about where they touched.

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

“Sorry, I know. I plan to get one to grow in the house, but it’s on the list of things to do yet.” Johanna said. It was a strongly made ointment for a reason. But it had to be a little much on his delicate senses. “I appreciate this, Arthur.”

She let out a soft sigh as he rubbed the ointment in. Both out of relief, and admittedly something in her enjoys the careful attention from him.

[dead-eye-ranger]

"Jus' happy to help," Arthur hummed in response. "An' t' be human. Smells worse as th' wolf."

The cool ointment went on, relieving some of the discomfort from Johanna steadily. While it wouldn't take it away, it was enough to help. And enough to make Arthur sneeze.

Once he was done, he closed the tin lid, held his hand away from himself and went to wash it, hoping the flower-scented soap in the bathroom would be enough to hide the stench of peppermint.

[sometimes-prompts]

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