Just Ghosts

Selective Arthur Morgan rp Penned by Grey. Low activity. Outlaws for life

[loyaliist]

We're more Ghosts than people

penned by Grey

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This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.

[intothewildsea]

@loyaliist​ continued from X.

She smiles softly when he leans down and presses his forehead to hers. “I know,” she says. She kisses him, then pulls away, just enough so that she can see his face. She brushes her thumb along his cheekbone, smoothing down some wild hairs in his beard.

“I’ve been worried. About this whole thing with the Grays and the Braithwaites. It doesn’t feel right. Something feels…off.” Dutch and Hosea are trying to play both families, but Niamh worries that it’s all going to go wrong. That someone else will get hurt. 

[loyaliist]

"I know." He echoes her previous sentiment, sighing softly as he absently plays with a stray curl near her cheek. This was like playing with a match in front of a bundle of dynamite. It wasn't a matter of if something was going to go wrong, but when.

"I've already told 'em it's a bad idea, but they ain't exactly interested in listenin' to me." Dutch of course assured him that it would all work out, that it would all go according to plan. But when was the last time that was actually the case?

"There ain't much else I can do. They ain't gonna change their minds just because we don't like it." There's a tinge of irritation in his voice, irritation at the situation, not at her. "They thinkin' people don't talk. That word don't spread. Gossip is bad business when you're tryin' to play both sides."

[loyaliist]

‘ you look like you just saw a ghost.’ 

"Almost wish I did." Arthur sucks a sharp breath in, exhaling slowly after. He'd dealt with a lot of terrible people in his day, degenerates of all sorts. But nothing could quite compare to the Murfee brood and their inbred lot.

"You know them freaks up near Annesburg? Damn near a dozen of the bastards jumped me. Didn't even hear em' comin'..." He would have preferred being mauled by a bear than dealing with them again. They almost didn't seem human.

"If you were plannin' on goin' up that way, I'd hold off. Not like they're goin' anywhere, but I've never seen that many of 'em in one place before. Gotta be a bad omen or somethin'..."

[fairlybeloved]

@loyaliist

from here!

Funny how perspectives for people could be so vastly different. Whereas the man beside him wanted to be a simple part of the world rather than a definitive symbol that would be remembered by all, his personal goals had been far loftier. Standing at different ends of the spectrum and yet...

.... and yet, there they stood at the exact same spot, nearly the same position, if not guided by entirely different circumstances. The world certainly worked in funny ways. Whatever the lesson was, he didn't yet know it either.

He looked to the man beside him, roughed up by the cruelty of the world. He could see wisdom in his eyes, though he appeared a man of few words. Zack was still a young man, severed away from what had once guided him. He had the scars to prove his survival, but what did it mean to move forward?

He smiled at the reciprocated question, lowering his head, closing his eyes against the strain of the world. "I don't know any more either." What had been a sure thing was no longer the case.

"You don't want to be a hero, what other dreams do you have?"

[loyaliist]

The response garners a soft laugh from him, barely anything more than a swift exhale. He appreciated the honesty. This wasn't aimlessness that guided him, even if it seemed so.

"Dreams?" Arthur asks, an upward lilt in his voice. "Never really had time to sit down and think about those." This did stir a curiosity in him though. What could a man like him truly dream of? Death and destruction? No, that sounded a bit too close to his day to day now.

He rubs his chin, perhaps thinking more about this theoretical than he should be. "I s'pose my dreams are quiet. A quiet place, quiet life. No more wanderin' from place to place." It sounded underwhelming, but the idea sat warmly like a sunrise in his mind. That was what he really wanted.

"Seen a lotta places, lotta faces I don't remember. Guess in a way I just... wanna be nothin' but a shadow." The idea of becoming some legend didn't interest him. He'd met the sort, and they'd always been underwhelming.

"Not like it's none of my business, but, you lookin' to be some sorta hero?" Arthur questions, resting his face lazily against his palm. "Because I gotta tell ya, friend, that kinda business is slippery. Real easy to slide down the other way."

[loyaliist]

‘ who do you fight for? ’

Silence is all that comes at first, making it appear the question would remain unanswered, ignored. That's how he could leave it if he wanted, he supposed. The answer wasn't particularly interesting anyway.

"Don't rightly know, no more." Arthur admits. "I think you're a few years late to get the answer you're lookin' for, friend." He didn't like how much that single question got him thinking. Action was all he knew. To have to ponder, it gave him perspective he didn't necessarily like.

"I ain't no hero. Ain't lookin' to be remembered for none of that in some penny dreadful." He shrugs. "You look like a fighter though. Got that look in your eyes. Who you fightin' for in all this mess?"

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0   」     * change pronouns as needed. based on this generator. 

‘ how about i take you home? ’

‘ who do you fight for? ’

‘ you can relax. we’re safe here.’ 

‘ are you threatening me? ’

‘ i told you to leave me out of this. ’

‘ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ’

‘ you’re leaving already? ’

‘ that sounds dangerous. i’m in!’ 

‘ what do you wish for? ’

‘ you look like you just saw a ghost.’ 

‘ don’t look at me like that. ’

‘ we can just sit here. we don’t have to talk.’ 

‘ you can’t get rid of me that easy. ’

‘ do you want something for the pain? ’

‘ can i have some cash? ’

‘ i know you’re dangerous, but i also know you won’t hurt me.’ 

‘ that’s quite a scratch you’ve got there.’ 

‘ when was the last time you slept? ’

‘ i know who you are. i know what you’ve done. ’

‘ you’re being followed. pretend you know me.’ 

‘ you never should’ve left. ’

‘ i think i’m getting sick. ’

‘ snap out of it! ’

‘ yes i killed them, but i did it for you.’ 

‘ don’t treat me like a child. ’

‘ how does it feel to be in love? ’

‘ surprised to run into you here. ’

‘ how many people have you killed? ’

‘ i didn’t want to come, but i need your help. ’

‘ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ’

[nocturnixx]

been playing a lot of red dead lately

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[loyaliist]

@traumaqueenie Cont'd

Being this far north hadn't really been in his plans. Truth be told, this place gave him the creeps and he wasn't terribly keen on overstaying his welcome. He'd been sent to find some plant or another, he couldn't remember what it was called. Supposedly was good to mix to make medicine, and he'd agreed to go find it, he didn't agree readily however.

It's just when he's gearing up to head back to camp he notices some noise, not the sort of sound usually heard coming from the woods. Grass moving in a particular way, with the rhythm unlike any of the nearby wildlife.

A person maybe?

Curiosity gets the better of him. Wouldn't hurt to rid the world more of the brood. But when he finally draws close enough to see the source of the noise, the silhouette appears to be that of a woman. A normal one. Not one of the crazed brood wandering the woods.

Just before he can speak up, he's staring down the barrel of a repeater. He lifts his hands to just below his chin, not enough that he couldn't try to retaliate if it came to it. But enough to show he meant no harm.

"Apologies, Miss..." Arthur says carefully, staring at the gun, then to her face. She wasn't part of Murfee's brood, he was fairly certain of that. "Was just makin' sure you weren't hurt. This ain't a good place to be wanderin' around."

He gives a small nod, hoping she'll lower her weapon. "I ain't gonna hurt ya. I ain't one of them."

[loyaliist]

❛ i still want to kiss you. ❜

The words stop the buzzing in his mind, emptying every possible thought outside of that single sentence. It took a lot to quiet his thoughts, to place him back in the present moment as opposed to many steps ahead in whatever scheme or plan he might be going along with at the moment.

But she'd managed just that.

Arthur walks over to her, taking a place beside her. "Guess I haven't really been around much lately." He apologizes. "Didn't plan to be gone so long." He leans closer, resting his forehead against hers, leaving room for her to close the gap between them. "You know I ain't much for leaving you behind here. Not if I can help it."

[loyaliist]

❛ family is a thorny, vicious business. ❜

Never had any words rang more true than those did right then. He may not have had any flesh and blood family left, but that didn't detract from the sentiment. "'Specially when that family has a real nasty habit of getting themselves into the nastiest of business."

Would he lay his life down for any one of them? Well, save for a very select few, he would, and he had. But that didn't equate to total complacency in the ridiculous choices he'd had to help clean up. "Funny thing is, they ain't even blood related." He rolls a cigarette between his fingers idly, disappearing in thought. "S'pose that don't really matter though. Blood ain't nothin' but somethin' to be shed."

He feels like he's rambling, but the stranger seemed to be hearing him out. "Guess you overheard that whole conversation, huh?" He sighs. Well, conversation might not have been the right word, quiet argument might have been better suited. "Sorry 'bout that, mister."

[resourcesinblue]

DEATHLESS.

the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !

❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜

❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜

❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜

❛ i will never be without information. ❜

❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜

❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜

❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜

❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜

❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜

❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜

❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜

❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜

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[loyaliist]

Disappearing from here for three years has totally wiped my brain, I have no idea what I'm doing

[woefullyinaccurate]

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Dear Fellow Traveller // Sea Wolf

Dear fellow traveler

Under the moon

I think I’m growing weary and I’m hoping you’ll come soon

And if I see you, in clean new clothes

I hope you hold the mirror up to show me what I chose

[intothewildsea]

poem 1 - wild geese, mary oliver quote 2 - she is made of chalk, l.m. dorsey

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[loyaliist]

♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched (xoxo vamp!Snow)

NSFW/intimacy memes || @gentlegrace

          Quite the master of getting himself into positions he’d never expect, it seemed. Funny, even if he couldn’t find it within himself to trust the woman, that didn’t stop that gnawing desire from creeping up on him. Primal desire was tricky that way.

         She was already so close to him, enough that he could feel her breath against him with every exhale, his hands placed against hers as if to keep track of them, assure that they wouldn’t do anything that could leave him dead. While he could withstand more than any human could, he didn’t want to fuck with the possibility of her tearing him apart because he was being foolhardy and throwing all caution to the wind.

         Though, instead of moving her hands away, he slides them against his chest, taking in a deep, slow breath. Not completely keen to halt there, he continues onward, guiding a single hand down against his belly, stopping as it reaches his waist. A test, in a way, he was curious if she intended to follow through with what he was wordlessly insinuating. 

[loyaliist]

❆ to tease my muse -deathfcllcws

NSFW/intimacy memes|| @deathfcllcws

          Always was easier to be a little boozed up when he was thinking impure thoughts, not that they were unknown to him. Only a little liquid courage, no more. Leaned in close, seeing a similar stance from Warren, a small lazy smile tugs at his lips, blue eyes grazing, taking in all he was able to.

         ❝ Lookin’ at me like that ain’t fair ya know. ❞ Arthur comments, words feeling heavy as they leave his lips. Neither was being that close, he thought. It clouded his mind, an odd intoxication that wasn’t the fault of any alcohol, but by the mere presence of someone he found to be incredibly appealing in a fair few regards.

         He’s considerate, perhaps even a bit careful, but the fact didn’t come off as being uncertain or shy. Fingers press to the man’s jaw, easy, tracing downwards to his collarbone, chest. His trail doesn’t end until he’s reached Warren’s inner thigh, making no qualms about the face. Not often he found himself so enraptured in another man, but he had no intention of denying that interest.          ❝ You ain’t a fair man by any stretch. ❞