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arthur/sadie, "home" for a prompt cos these basards need to settle down

you’re SO RIGHT and i am hERE for this

sadie x arthur / the book of your heart

Home has always been a fleeting thing, an idea scribbled in a journal page somewhere, now burnt and lost to the ashes along with whatever hopeless fantasy had chased them all the way to Blackwater, all those years ago. Arthur stopped dwelling on the concept for a good while after that. He’d accepted his way of life as an outlaw, balancing himself on a knife edge of morality with Dutch Van der Linde wielding the blade, and he’d further accepted the notion that such a life wasn’t going to land him anywhere pretty, or anywhere close to his childhood dreams of a family, a partner, a home.

Propped up against a sturdy wooden fence, Arthur casts his eye over the rolling fields ahead of him now. The sunrise is playing at mountaintops far in the distance, ribbons of pink and yellow drifting over the cold white peaks, the image distorts every so often as he lets out a puff of air that turns white in the early fall morning. The soft nickering of Buell in the pasture calls Arthur’s attention a little closer than the far-off peaks, and he stretches out a hand for Buell to nuzzle n search of food. Arthur smiles to himself, and reaches over the fence to pat the horse’s neck before Buell huffs and wheels away, trotting off to find a fresh patch of grass to nibble on. Arthur watches him go for a moment before he turns away, resting his back against the fence with the sunrise now behind him.

It’s funny how things turn out, in the end.

Home is right in front of him, now. And behind him. And all around him. Maybe he never thought of a homestead life as a kid, but then, maybe he was simply never thinking in the right direction. Always inwards, never outwards - Arthur had committed himself to loneliness with all the grace of a man twice burned by a bad hand; Eliza and Mary might never have held a future for him, but he’d imagined it for long enough that it felt real enough to lose, and when he did, well... it hurt. Left a mark. Memories now tinged with guilt in the shape of a young boy who he’d failed: little Isaac, a life he left behind for some other outlaw to take while he took somebody else’s instead. He knows that will never leave him, but at least now he has the chance to do better - to be better.

Sadie gave him that. And thank God for her.

The soft sound of a door being gently opened snaps Arthur away from his thoughts, and his eyes travel to the sound. He finds her there, coffee in hand, eyes searching until they land on him, and she smiles, small and quiet. Making her way over, Arthur watches with a smile of his own, still almost unable to believe that all of this is real.

“Bed’s cold.” She says as she draws near, drifting immediately into his warmth. He brings her in with open arms, closing them around her gently. She sets a hand on his chest, stopping him from closing the distance completely, wanting to get a read on him. Her eyes drift over his face for a moment and in that moment, Arthur knows he is nothing more than an open book for her. She has a knack for understanding his often senseless thoughts, and he always thought he’d pity the damn fool who ended up with him for having to deal with such a thing, but with Sadie, it isn’t such a terrible thing after all.

“Sorry. Couldn’t get back to sleep after Elijah woke me up, figured I’d get a head start on the day.” Arthur murmurs, gaze drifting back to the house for a moment. Sadie hums in acknowledgement, patting his chest.

“Always workin’, Arthur.” She says to him, but when Arthur looks down and sees a faint smile there, he just smiles back, not needing to say much else. She knows him. She knows he works hard if only to feel like he deserves to live a life like this, and no matter how much he’s told he doesn’t need to, his fingers itch and a deeply ingrained guilt begins to stir when he thinks of all the work he didn’t do in another life. Sadie understands, and that’s enough for Arthur. He’s not as terrible as he used to be, at the very least - he can manage a lazy morning from time to time, these days.

Feeling Sadie shift in his arms, Arthur relaxes his hold until she settles, her cheek now resting at his collarbone as he feels a yawn roll through her. Chuckling quietly to himself, Arthur presses a kiss to her head.

“You can always go back to bed, cariad.” He tells her, words muffled slightly by her hair.

“S’no point. Soon as I hit that pillow, it’ll be Eli or Gracie asking for mama.” Sadie murmurs sleepily, and Arthur knows the feeling too well. He’d do anything for his children, and so would she, but sometimes sleep tends to hold on a little too tight in the mornings when a four-year-old wants to feed papa’s horses, or a six-year-old demands an all-too specific breakfast that he had that one time with Uncle Charles. That might be something Arthur isn’t ready to forgive anytime soon.

“Then they’ll be out here pestering me for the horses, and I wouldn’t change it for nothin’, Sadie.” Arthur adds, rubbing her back gently as he speaks, and he can feel her quiet, happy laughter, muffled against his chest.

“Me neither.”

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Scribble Requests!

Those of you who have requested scribbles, don’t worry, I am working my way through them ^^ The ones in the queue are all great :D Tomorrow (technically today, 14th) I wont have scanner access for most of the day but I should be able to work on at least one while I bebesit the spawn a younger sibling made :) Between scribbles I’ll also be working on things for the Makoto Birthday Exchange and also the MakoHaru Flash Bang but I will get to you ^^ People can still request via my asks if they want to :)

#scribble requests #update

Ik you probably aren't taking requests for the ship grading thing anymore but if you could do boombox that would be really great! Boombox is junk X lucio. Thank you!

carrying a two ton tire on a peg leg has gotta FUCK your back UP.

also lucio with glasses is the cutest.

if you like my requests, please consider commissioning me!

#boombox #skyblu112 #junkrat #lucio #scribble requests

I’m gonna do some work in the studio today but this evening I need to draw so I can get back into the swing of things for a commission I’ve been needing to work on cuz I’m feeling super rusty!

Send me suggestions/requests? They’ll be pencil drawings (and maybe ink if I remember to bring things home from the studio) but I’ll scan them in so they look nice.

#ocs/other characters or suggestions made up on the fly are all fine #just sfw as usual #also i know y'all gotta have some ryder ocs or something bring them on #requests #scribble requests #(I'll probably rebagle this again later today as well)