All of her sorrow won’t fit in her chest

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All of her sorrow won’t fit in her chest
∞ RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2
Arthur: I’m a bad man, I’m evil
Also Arthur: drew this
i tried to color grade it to look like a painting 🫣
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he was a friend of mine
Molly :( digital painting :D
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ID: 3 portraits, the first is of Arthur Morgan holding a gun, his hat is covering half of his face, he has blood around his mouth. Underneath it reads “the soldier”
The second portrait is of Hosea Matthews, his eyes are closed and he has blood spreading on his shirt. There’s an open book in front of him
The third portrait is of Dutch Van der Linde, he his holding a lit cigar and has blood on his hands. The smoke is swirling around his face
Each of the portraits has a sun like symbol behind their heads
some baby arthur doodles~ 🤠
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In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me, And his arm lay lightly around my breast – and that night I was happy.
(”When I Heard at the Close of the Day”, Walt Whitman)