This blog is intended to be an ask acc (perhaps an rp acc too but the mod has no experience in that department whatsoever LOL) This Arthur is mid-honor btw! So just a bit of low n high mixed in together YIPEE!
This account will revolve around mid-honor Arthur! (wowzer another Arthur rp account... h o o r a y)
Most, if not all, interactions can be done, just be aware that... this isn't really a suitable blog for anyone under the age of 18 (considering rdr is a pretty explicit game) so... shooshoo. Even if you do happen to be over that age, don't be a weirdo lol
Here are a list of people's rdr rp blogs I personally enjoy (and you should totally check out hehe) also don't worry, i'll be adding in more soon:
@deadeye-honour @arthurmorganrp @mistermxrgan @johnmarstonrp @red-dead-muses (Charles but also as they're oc Dylan I just... didnt know which list i should put them in😭)
Followed by some rdr2 ocs that I adore:
@shad-rp @elliebrownrdr2 @samaelmntzrp
Ofc there's more people to add but my connections to rp blogs are limited (again, rp is not something I typically partake in so forgive me) SO PLEASE GREET ME AND LET ME ADD YOUR RP BLOG TO THIS LIST GRRRR
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This is the mod's first time making an acc/blog like this so please be nice to them <3
Also- this blog is just for fun lol so don't take the responses too serious :)
I'm sorry for being a bit inactive on this blog, been feeling a little burnt out T_T ill be slower to respond and interact with my asks, but I shall be back! :D
The day was hot. The sun, high in the sky, was proof of that, and even though a light breeze stirred the treetops, it was the heat that reigned at that moment.
But Shad wasn't so affected. She felt the heat, but her body rejected it. Being a vampire no longer allowed her to experience some of the pleasures she once loved, and the sun was certainly one of them.
She watched the people passing by on their way to the nearby town, while she waited for the man with whom she would spend a day fishing.
Shad had her hair tied in a funny high ponytail and looked like a rabbit thing, her bangs failing to find a place on her forehead, And she wore clothes that weren't exactly feminine, or at least not things you would expect a woman to wear. Classic trousers and shirt.
She had tried to hide her ears with a headband that also caught her hair and as she waited, she felt like a little girl waiting to see her crush...
Arthur had come strolling along into Valentine, squinting his eyes a little to scout out Shad waiting for him outside of the train station. His sight finally catching on to the lady, smiling a little while pulling up in front of her.
"Well ain't you a sight for sore eyes," he chuckled low in his throat, "didn't keep you waitin' too long I reckon?" He asked her, voice real gentle as he offered his arm for her to grab onto to lift her onto his horse.
As soon as Shad noticed his figure, she smiled slightly, looking him up and down.
Arthur certainly wasn't a man to be overlooked. He was sturdy and tall, so much so that she had to raise her head to look at him. When she heard his words, she snorted a light laugh.
"Sure, Morgan... And no, I didn't wait long, but I guess being on time isn't for outlaws, huh?" And with a sarcastic tone, Shad clung to his arm, not refusing help.
She could have done it herself, but why hesitate?
"So, big man, where are you taking me fishing, hm?"
Arthur laughed softly at her sarcasm, seating her behind him carefully, humming softly in thought, "Reckon we head to Cattail pond, it's just a little ways from here," he tells her, clicking his tongue to make his horse go into a trot, "I go there when I ain't too busy bein' a work horse for Dutch..." he jokes somewhat.
He takes a quick glance back at Shad, her bangs flowing slightly to the breeze before focusing back onto the trail, "You are a sight for sore eyes you know that?" He told her again, voice low and soft, "Reckon you just ain't know how pretty you are," he says, voice sincere as he smiled back at her.
And once she was on her horse, Shad didn't know where to put her hands. She didn't want to touch Arthur, she didn't know if it would bother him, so she opted for the back of the saddle.
But when she heard the words after the brief silence following the explanation of where he was taking her, she felt a little embarrassed.
"Oh shush, Morgan...think about galloping." She muttered amusedly, not hiding her embarrassment, as she looked at his back and let out a sigh that was useless to her.
She wasn't used to compliments, especially from someone she didn't know that well, but she didn't mind. A nice word every now and then didn't hurt.
"You won't be working like a horse today, I'll make you relax... more or less." And she patted him on the back.
He raised a brow at that, "You gon' tell the fishies to cut me some slack?" He teased her, "I think i'll be able to handle the work if it comes to it, don't worry," he hummed, a grin on his face as he caught glance of her pursing her lips with furrowed brows, it was obvious she was embarassed.
"I don't know how to fish, but I guess fishing is a bit like hunting...?" She asked the question, leaning slightly from the saddle to look at his profile. To say he was handsome would be an understatement.
"I can do what the birds do. I see a fish and dive into the water." A short laugh at the thought of the scene, but she had done it once and when she had eaten the fish, well...she wouldn't eat the fish this time.
"Is it a long way from Valentine Station to get to this place or should I make myself even more comfortable?"
Arthur let out a laugh of amusement at Shad's words, "Reckon I can be a bird too if thats all it takes," he comments with a smile.
Though her last statement does make him raise his brow, "more comfortable? Is that... are you tryna flirt with me miss?" He joked, smirking just a bit.
playing a lot of red dead redemption right now and no, arthur morgan isn’t the protagonist of the game. he’s actually my tamagotchi, I made sure he gets enough food and sleep and tell him he’s a good cowboy
"HI SIRRRRR!!!" What is that annoying voice of- oh. It's dylan. Waving from afar. Eagerly.
@red-dead-muses
Arthur squints at the young man waving to him, "Can I help you...?" He asks him, brows furrowed in confusion at why this man was so upbeat and... loud...
Dyla flashes his smile. "Nahhhh, not much can be done anymore!" He teases, laughing a bit at his own words. "Jus' came to say Howdy! Ima friend of Charles 'n a few others!"
Arthur hums softly in thought, "Well, reckon if you're a friend of Charles than you're automatically a friend of mine," he nods his head slightly, "and watchu mean by "not much can be done anymore" boy?" He asks curiously, brows furrowing in slight confusion at the younger man's words.
Dylans smile widened at Arthur seeming to be ok with him. It was already better than most of the gang and ah, their introductions...
At the last sentence Dylan shrugged, waving it off. "Ah, 'm jus'- joking about myself." He gestured to himself, the burns and the likes. "Not much can help me anymore, ya know?" He tries to joke again.
Arthur's facial expression eased slightly, giving a nod of understanding for the younger man's words and gesture towards himself.
"Uh- forgive me, but we ain't introduced ourselves yet," he says suddenly, his face a little flushed in embarassment, "name's Arthur, Arthur Morgan" he says, holding his hand out for the other to shake.
The boy glanced at the hand, and shook it with his less scarred one, if thst was even a thing at this point. He beamed, looking up at Arthur. "Cool name! 'M Dylan! Shit, ya wanna switch names?" He joked, one tooth poking out from his lip.
Arthur's lips twitched up in a small smirk, "Real amusin' ain't you?" He chuckled softly, before noticing something behind the man's back, "I ain't mean to be rude but- you've got a lil somethin' back there..." he comments, brow raising in curiousity, he had no idea what he was looking at, but it didn't hurt to ask... right?
Arthur hums softly, "So... does it get in the way sometimes?" He asks with an amused smile.
"N how do you know Charles? Don't think I ever heard your name come outta his mouth..." he asks, a little wary of the way the younger man came along all full of energy, even more wary that Charles and Dylan weres friends considering they were bipolar opppsites seemingly.
"oh, almost all the time. Having it slammed into doors, is NOT fun." Dylan laughed, making his tail twitch before letting it fall back in rest.
"Yeahhhh, he probably don't talk 'bout me much." The man hummed, rocking on his heels. "To be completely honest, when we first met i tried to rob him of his necklace. What, it's pretty!"
"But I don't do that no more. At least not like that." He chuckled. "But Charles and i.. he's... he's helped me. Sooo, I think it's safe to say we're friends."
Arthur couldn't help but snicker a bit, "Robbin' Charles? Damn fool move," he commented in amusement, "Surprised you got away all peachy," he added on, considering Charles was not one to mess around with.
But he could understand, Charles was more forgiving than most, (if given reason to anyway) "what is it that you even do? Failin' to snatch up another fella's belongin'... you probably shouldn't be in the business for crime doin'," he told the man, a little smirk playing on his lips.
"more or less. He did give me a good smack 'cross the face first time." Dylan laughed at the memory, finding it more funny than a actual fearful memory.
The boy smirked back at Arthur, leaning more of his weight on his metal leg, tail wagging a bit. "Well... suppose I don't really anymore." He chuckled. "I used to be part of a 'Ruffian gang' bad business. Then was a sole crimer- er- robber? Eh." He shrugged.
"I've... been trying to settle though, my family wants me to. 'M a journalist and trying to work on like... the stars 'n stuff."
Arthur tilted his head a little, "Settle down? N how's that workin' out for you?" He asked Dylan, the concept of living a life like that... a foreign idea in his head no doubt considering he stuck by Dutch's n the gangs side no matter what. But there was a time where he daydreamed about it with Mary, quite frankly it was a real pretty dream.
The day was hot. The sun, high in the sky, was proof of that, and even though a light breeze stirred the treetops, it was the heat that reigned at that moment.
But Shad wasn't so affected. She felt the heat, but her body rejected it. Being a vampire no longer allowed her to experience some of the pleasures she once loved, and the sun was certainly one of them.
She watched the people passing by on their way to the nearby town, while she waited for the man with whom she would spend a day fishing.
Shad had her hair tied in a funny high ponytail and looked like a rabbit thing, her bangs failing to find a place on her forehead, And she wore clothes that weren't exactly feminine, or at least not things you would expect a woman to wear. Classic trousers and shirt.
She had tried to hide her ears with a headband that also caught her hair and as she waited, she felt like a little girl waiting to see her crush...
Arthur had come strolling along into Valentine, squinting his eyes a little to scout out Shad waiting for him outside of the train station. His sight finally catching on to the lady, smiling a little while pulling up in front of her.
"Well ain't you a sight for sore eyes," he chuckled low in his throat, "didn't keep you waitin' too long I reckon?" He asked her, voice real gentle as he offered his arm for her to grab onto to lift her onto his horse.
As soon as Shad noticed his figure, she smiled slightly, looking him up and down.
Arthur certainly wasn't a man to be overlooked. He was sturdy and tall, so much so that she had to raise her head to look at him. When she heard his words, she snorted a light laugh.
"Sure, Morgan... And no, I didn't wait long, but I guess being on time isn't for outlaws, huh?" And with a sarcastic tone, Shad clung to his arm, not refusing help.
She could have done it herself, but why hesitate?
"So, big man, where are you taking me fishing, hm?"
Arthur laughed softly at her sarcasm, seating her behind him carefully, humming softly in thought, "Reckon we head to Cattail pond, it's just a little ways from here," he tells her, clicking his tongue to make his horse go into a trot, "I go there when I ain't too busy bein' a work horse for Dutch..." he jokes somewhat.
He takes a quick glance back at Shad, her bangs flowing slightly to the breeze before focusing back onto the trail, "You are a sight for sore eyes you know that?" He told her again, voice low and soft, "Reckon you just ain't know how pretty you are," he says, voice sincere as he smiled back at her.
And once she was on her horse, Shad didn't know where to put her hands. She didn't want to touch Arthur, she didn't know if it would bother him, so she opted for the back of the saddle.
But when she heard the words after the brief silence following the explanation of where he was taking her, she felt a little embarrassed.
"Oh shush, Morgan...think about galloping." She muttered amusedly, not hiding her embarrassment, as she looked at his back and let out a sigh that was useless to her.
She wasn't used to compliments, especially from someone she didn't know that well, but she didn't mind. A nice word every now and then didn't hurt.
"You won't be working like a horse today, I'll make you relax... more or less." And she patted him on the back.
He raised a brow at that, "You gon' tell the fishies to cut me some slack?" He teased her, "I think i'll be able to handle the work if it comes to it, don't worry," he hummed, a grin on his face as he caught glance of her pursing her lips with furrowed brows, it was obvious she was embarassed.
The day was hot. The sun, high in the sky, was proof of that, and even though a light breeze stirred the treetops, it was the heat that reigned at that moment.
But Shad wasn't so affected. She felt the heat, but her body rejected it. Being a vampire no longer allowed her to experience some of the pleasures she once loved, and the sun was certainly one of them.
She watched the people passing by on their way to the nearby town, while she waited for the man with whom she would spend a day fishing.
Shad had her hair tied in a funny high ponytail and looked like a rabbit thing, her bangs failing to find a place on her forehead, And she wore clothes that weren't exactly feminine, or at least not things you would expect a woman to wear. Classic trousers and shirt.
She had tried to hide her ears with a headband that also caught her hair and as she waited, she felt like a little girl waiting to see her crush...
Arthur had come strolling along into Valentine, squinting his eyes a little to scout out Shad waiting for him outside of the train station. His sight finally catching on to the lady, smiling a little while pulling up in front of her.
"Well ain't you a sight for sore eyes," he chuckled low in his throat, "didn't keep you waitin' too long I reckon?" He asked her, voice real gentle as he offered his arm for her to grab onto to lift her onto his horse.
As soon as Shad noticed his figure, she smiled slightly, looking him up and down.
Arthur certainly wasn't a man to be overlooked. He was sturdy and tall, so much so that she had to raise her head to look at him. When she heard his words, she snorted a light laugh.
"Sure, Morgan... And no, I didn't wait long, but I guess being on time isn't for outlaws, huh?" And with a sarcastic tone, Shad clung to his arm, not refusing help.
She could have done it herself, but why hesitate?
"So, big man, where are you taking me fishing, hm?"
Arthur laughed softly at her sarcasm, seating her behind him carefully, humming softly in thought, "Reckon we head to Cattail pond, it's just a little ways from here," he tells her, clicking his tongue to make his horse go into a trot, "I go there when I ain't too busy bein' a work horse for Dutch..." he jokes somewhat.
He takes a quick glance back at Shad, her bangs flowing slightly to the breeze before focusing back onto the trail, "You are a sight for sore eyes you know that?" He told her again, voice low and soft, "Reckon you just ain't know how pretty you are," he says, voice sincere as he smiled back at her.
"HI SIRRRRR!!!" What is that annoying voice of- oh. It's dylan. Waving from afar. Eagerly.
@red-dead-muses
Arthur squints at the young man waving to him, "Can I help you...?" He asks him, brows furrowed in confusion at why this man was so upbeat and... loud...
Dyla flashes his smile. "Nahhhh, not much can be done anymore!" He teases, laughing a bit at his own words. "Jus' came to say Howdy! Ima friend of Charles 'n a few others!"
Arthur hums softly in thought, "Well, reckon if you're a friend of Charles than you're automatically a friend of mine," he nods his head slightly, "and watchu mean by "not much can be done anymore" boy?" He asks curiously, brows furrowing in slight confusion at the younger man's words.
Dylans smile widened at Arthur seeming to be ok with him. It was already better than most of the gang and ah, their introductions...
At the last sentence Dylan shrugged, waving it off. "Ah, 'm jus'- joking about myself." He gestured to himself, the burns and the likes. "Not much can help me anymore, ya know?" He tries to joke again.
Arthur's facial expression eased slightly, giving a nod of understanding for the younger man's words and gesture towards himself.
"Uh- forgive me, but we ain't introduced ourselves yet," he says suddenly, his face a little flushed in embarassment, "name's Arthur, Arthur Morgan" he says, holding his hand out for the other to shake.
The boy glanced at the hand, and shook it with his less scarred one, if thst was even a thing at this point. He beamed, looking up at Arthur. "Cool name! 'M Dylan! Shit, ya wanna switch names?" He joked, one tooth poking out from his lip.
Arthur's lips twitched up in a small smirk, "Real amusin' ain't you?" He chuckled softly, before noticing something behind the man's back, "I ain't mean to be rude but- you've got a lil somethin' back there..." he comments, brow raising in curiousity, he had no idea what he was looking at, but it didn't hurt to ask... right?
Arthur hums softly, "So... does it get in the way sometimes?" He asks with an amused smile.
"N how do you know Charles? Don't think I ever heard your name come outta his mouth..." he asks, a little wary of the way the younger man came along all full of energy, even more wary that Charles and Dylan weres friends considering they were bipolar opppsites seemingly.
"oh, almost all the time. Having it slammed into doors, is NOT fun." Dylan laughed, making his tail twitch before letting it fall back in rest.
"Yeahhhh, he probably don't talk 'bout me much." The man hummed, rocking on his heels. "To be completely honest, when we first met i tried to rob him of his necklace. What, it's pretty!"
"But I don't do that no more. At least not like that." He chuckled. "But Charles and i.. he's... he's helped me. Sooo, I think it's safe to say we're friends."
Arthur couldn't help but snicker a bit, "Robbin' Charles? Damn fool move," he commented in amusement, "Surprised you got away all peachy," he added on, considering Charles was not one to mess around with.
But he could understand, Charles was more forgiving than most, (if given reason to anyway) "what is it that you even do? Failin' to snatch up another fella's belongin'... you probably shouldn't be in the business for crime doin'," he told the man, a little smirk playing on his lips.
Best horse... Boadicea was a fine steed, she and I bonded real well. But... after her, I'd say my silver dapple pinto is a fine horse aswell. Named her Nellie n she's been by my side since we arrived in the Heartlands.
"HI SIRRRRR!!!" What is that annoying voice of- oh. It's dylan. Waving from afar. Eagerly.
@red-dead-muses
Arthur squints at the young man waving to him, "Can I help you...?" He asks him, brows furrowed in confusion at why this man was so upbeat and... loud...
Dyla flashes his smile. "Nahhhh, not much can be done anymore!" He teases, laughing a bit at his own words. "Jus' came to say Howdy! Ima friend of Charles 'n a few others!"
Arthur hums softly in thought, "Well, reckon if you're a friend of Charles than you're automatically a friend of mine," he nods his head slightly, "and watchu mean by "not much can be done anymore" boy?" He asks curiously, brows furrowing in slight confusion at the younger man's words.
Dylans smile widened at Arthur seeming to be ok with him. It was already better than most of the gang and ah, their introductions...
At the last sentence Dylan shrugged, waving it off. "Ah, 'm jus'- joking about myself." He gestured to himself, the burns and the likes. "Not much can help me anymore, ya know?" He tries to joke again.
Arthur's facial expression eased slightly, giving a nod of understanding for the younger man's words and gesture towards himself.
"Uh- forgive me, but we ain't introduced ourselves yet," he says suddenly, his face a little flushed in embarassment, "name's Arthur, Arthur Morgan" he says, holding his hand out for the other to shake.
The boy glanced at the hand, and shook it with his less scarred one, if thst was even a thing at this point. He beamed, looking up at Arthur. "Cool name! 'M Dylan! Shit, ya wanna switch names?" He joked, one tooth poking out from his lip.
Arthur's lips twitched up in a small smirk, "Real amusin' ain't you?" He chuckled softly, before noticing something behind the man's back, "I ain't mean to be rude but- you've got a lil somethin' back there..." he comments, brow raising in curiousity, he had no idea what he was looking at, but it didn't hurt to ask... right?
Arthur hums softly, "So... does it get in the way sometimes?" He asks with an amused smile.
"N how do you know Charles? Don't think I ever heard your name come outta his mouth..." he asks, a little wary of the way the younger man came along all full of energy, even more wary that Charles and Dylan weres friends considering they were bipolar opppsites seemingly.
"HI SIRRRRR!!!" What is that annoying voice of- oh. It's dylan. Waving from afar. Eagerly.
@red-dead-muses
Arthur squints at the young man waving to him, "Can I help you...?" He asks him, brows furrowed in confusion at why this man was so upbeat and... loud...
Dyla flashes his smile. "Nahhhh, not much can be done anymore!" He teases, laughing a bit at his own words. "Jus' came to say Howdy! Ima friend of Charles 'n a few others!"
Arthur hums softly in thought, "Well, reckon if you're a friend of Charles than you're automatically a friend of mine," he nods his head slightly, "and watchu mean by "not much can be done anymore" boy?" He asks curiously, brows furrowing in slight confusion at the younger man's words.
Dylans smile widened at Arthur seeming to be ok with him. It was already better than most of the gang and ah, their introductions...
At the last sentence Dylan shrugged, waving it off. "Ah, 'm jus'- joking about myself." He gestured to himself, the burns and the likes. "Not much can help me anymore, ya know?" He tries to joke again.
Arthur's facial expression eased slightly, giving a nod of understanding for the younger man's words and gesture towards himself.
"Uh- forgive me, but we ain't introduced ourselves yet," he says suddenly, his face a little flushed in embarassment, "name's Arthur, Arthur Morgan" he says, holding his hand out for the other to shake.
The boy glanced at the hand, and shook it with his less scarred one, if thst was even a thing at this point. He beamed, looking up at Arthur. "Cool name! 'M Dylan! Shit, ya wanna switch names?" He joked, one tooth poking out from his lip.
Arthur's lips twitched up in a small smirk, "Real amusin' ain't you?" He chuckled softly, before noticing something behind the man's back, "I ain't mean to be rude but- you've got a lil somethin' back there..." he comments, brow raising in curiousity, he had no idea what he was looking at, but it didn't hurt to ask... right?
Seven years ago tomorrow, Red Dead Redemption 2 was officially released. But even today, seven years later, we still don't know the birthday of that charming cowboy, Arthur Morgan. So, players from all over the world gathered together and unanimously decided to take the game's release date as Arthur's birthday and throw him a birthday party.
Setting up the venue and decorating it, everyone was in high spirits. But how to decorate the background wall that gathered everyone's beautiful memories of the game and Arthur? The players couldn't make up their minds and began to brainstorm:
One player said, "I love the game's plot! Arthur's honor value determines whether he gets redemption and reminds me to be cautious and helpful in the game!" So, the background wall was hung with deer and coyote heads.
Another player said, "I love the thrilling battles in the game! Each weapon has its unique operation!" So, the background wall was hung with Arthur's weapons and gun belt.
Another player said, "I love traveling and experiencing the carefree life in the wild in the game!" So, the background wall was hung with Arthur's hunting bow, spurs and fishing bait.
Another player said, "I love challenging myself, refining my skills and getting closer to being a true sharpshooter!" So, the background wall was hung with the model of the gold medal challenge icon.
Another player said, "I love dressing Arthur up and making him the most handsome model in the west!" So, the background wall was hung with three carefully selected hats. ……
More and more things were hung up, and one wall was about to be full. But every player wanted to put their memories related to the game on it and was still discussing animatedly.
"Friends," at this moment, a player who had been silent all along spoke slowly, "Everyone's suggestions are very good. But no matter how many things we hang on the wall, we can't piece together the person we love the most."
Hearing this, everyone fell silent and thought deeply, and they all looked at the display board in the middle of the background wall that had not yet been hung with anything. Some looked thoughtful, and some nodded in sudden realization.
On his birthday, Arthur, who was invited by the players, stood in front of the background wall. He wore a paper crown on his head and a sash around his body. He held a bouquet of flowers that the players had wrapped together in his arms. Beside him were the cake and gifts carefully prepared by the players. The cowboy looked a little shy and gave a reserved smile to the camera.
At this moment, the entire background wall was complete.
At this party, you, Arthur, are the most precious "treasure".
So the blank display board in the middle of the background wall is no longer occupied by any object that could represent memories and bonds. The players unanimously decided to leave it for you, Arthur.
You have accompanied countless players, sharing laughter and tears with them, and helping them overcome the difficulties and obstacles in life over these seven years that have been both ordinary and extraordinary.
Thank you, Arthur, for all the emotions you have brought to us.
