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@spoiledmilks !!! prettiest lockscreen EVER!!

pls ignore that my camera cover is plasters, i cant afford a proper one okay thnx bye!!

#red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 community #rdr2 fanart #arthur morgan #spoiledmilks #art

LOOK AT THEM!!!! Commissioned @spoiledmilks and she created the cutest Arthur and Polly art eveeeer!!! THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL THANKS TO HER!!! ARGGHHHH (jumping up and down, dancing alone in my living room BURSTING OUT OF JOY)

I asked her to draw them a bit tipsy and dancing together because that's usually what happens whenever the gang parties 😈 they can't help but drink and ending up swinging together 🤭

#I AM IN LOOOOVE #arthur morgan #rdr2 #rdr2 art #spoiledmilks #spoiledmilks art #rdr2 fanart #Arthur Morgan x oc #arthur morgan x polly langston #oc #polly langston #i still haven't recovered

Commissioned @spoiledmilks to draw Arthur with my old horses, and I am in love with it! I've been missing them a lot recently and seeing this brings me so much joy. Every wip brought tears to my eyes, and this final piece is more than I could've imagined so thank you so much!

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #arthur morgan #spoiledmilks #cannot put into words how much I love this #I cant wait to get it printed and hung up in my living room #I already have a spot picked out for it

thank you so much to @spoiledmilks for my silly little drawing of Cassandra. It's literally so cute I'm sobbing

#commission #spoiledmilks #art #cass #cassandra

Like so many times before, you lean against him upon his horse, both of your arms secure around his waist. Your cheek presses against the slope of his shoulder, along the hard muscles of his back. As the horse plods forward, the comforting scent of him - of leather, of tobacco, whiskey and sweat - you find yourself drawn to it. "I've rambled and trambled this wide world round; Raisin' hell with the gang, that's where I am bound..." His rough voice hums, slightly off tune, the song interspersed with the warbling of the waxwings overhead. You cannot help but to smile, there in the morning light as the horse tosses its head and slowly walks down the trail leading out of West Elizabeth and down to the Dakota. Down the steep course into the river valley. And with your eyes shut in the sunlight, you do not see the smile that gleans across his face as he tilts his head backward, toward you. Neither of you fully realize that in this moment there's no gang, no vendettas, no law. No Pinkertons, no Limpany. Only you, pressed against him. Only him, pressed against you. - Devil's Backbone Owanjila Part IX : The Noble Heart of an Outlaw [upcoming! 😉]

art by the wonderful, amazing @spoiledmilks (her commissions are open!! go squeal as I squealed when I got this back!)