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Mornings at Clemens point☀️
i came across these two (1 & 2) posts by @revswanson, and i was inspired to do a few of my own. these are paintings done by an ai (wombo.art), and the prompts i put in are different words and things and traits i associate with a given character. these are the results for some of my favourite characters (click for better quality):
Every friend group should include these...
Inspired by this
Opens my sketchbook and shows you all my silly lines on paper
Pls click idk why the quality suddenly went ass up
i was gonna add a lot more characters but I'm lazy. The characters chosen to say "amen" is somewhat random but also not really.
RDR 1&2 characters on twitter/X
Lots more RDR1-2 on  Twitter/X
Rdr 2 ladies-..some of my favourites
O red dead ladies, carry me through the trials of finals...
Ok so a kind of crack, kind of serious rarepair request (def inspired by your fic btw) - sugar daddy Bronte and accidental/oblivious sugar baby Arthur <3 you KNOW Dutch would be jealous of the attention, Hosea would be concerned and everyone else (Javier) would be like "what. this finery is wasted on you" lol
Silver and Gold
Pairing: Arthur Morgan/Angelo Bronte
Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II
Tags: Jealosy, Sugar Daddy, (Oblivious) Sugar Baby, Gifts, Family Dynamics
Rating: Teen
Word Count: Less than 1400
Comments: It’s finally finished! Oh goodness, I’m sorry it took so long ^^’ My October was kind of fucked up, but it’s mostly okay now. I really loved this prompt, thank you! I added in some teasing from the girls, just to make Arthur blush as well ;). Hope its to your liking even if it’s a little short!
Arthur looked over the silver pocket watch Angelo had given him. It was engraved with gold in thin curving lines with a big ‘A.M.’ printed in the center of the lid. It was beautiful, but Arthur didn’t understand why Angelo had given it to him. He had a pocket watch already, stolen off a dead body, but one nonetheless. It was useless to give him something he already had.
He swung it from the dainty chain as he clomped through Shady Bell. What a useless chain as well. It would snap with the littlest amount of force. Arthur tossed it up in the air and let it fall into his palm. The only reasonable place he would think to put it was in the camp funds box. The gang could use whatever profit was in it to get supplies for the next few days.
“Afternoon, Dutch.” Arthur greeted when he was at the top of the stairs. Cigar smoke curled up from Dutch’s mouth, not unlike one of those story book dragons that Jack raved about.
“What’s that, Arthur?”
“Hmm? Oh, this?” Arthur held the pocket watch out by its chain, letting it dangle and slowly twirl before Dutch’s eyes. “Pocket watch. I was gonna donate it.”
Dutch’s lip curled and eyes narrowed as he snatched it out of Arthur’s hand and looked at the engravings. “It’s got your initials, son.”
“Yeah…” Arthur rubbed the back of his neck and rested his weight on his right leg. “Mr. Bronte gave it to meh, but I don’t gotta use fer it. So I was gonna give it ta the camp funds.”
Dutch let out an ugly huff and all but shoved the watch back into Arthur’s hand. “It’s a pretty li’l thing.” Venom laced Dutch’s tone.
“Ah well, do ya want it instead?” Arthur offered the watch back to him, but Dutch held his palm up and rolled his eyes.
“I don’t need something as insignificant as that.”
Arthur couldn’t help but chuckle at Dutch’s colorful jealousy. “Sure, Dutch whatever ya say.” He started walking towards the room the camp funds was in, listening as Dutch rambled.
“It doesn’t even have my initials. What would I do with a watch that has ‘A.M.’ on it? I already have a pocket watch.”
With an eye roll unseem by Dutch, Arthur shouldered the door open and went up to the box. He flipped the lid open and delicately set the watch on a stack of money. He stared at the glistening piece of hardware before coiling the chain up around it and shutting the lid to the lockbox. He logged his contribution in the ledger and trotted back out of the room. Dutch was nowhere to be seen, but the smell of cigar smoke still lingered in the hallway.
After learning Arthur had given away the pocket watch, Angelo had a personalized hat pin made for him. He hadn’t waited for Arthur to refuse it before he attached it to his hat. The pin was made out of sterling silver with fine engravings on it with a vulture, seagull, and bluejay feather anchored into it. Arthur had a nagging suspicion that feller, Algernon Wasp, had made it.
If Arthur was being honest, he quite liked the little addition, but Hosea had confronted Arthur with concern when he returned to camp with it.
“I didn’t realize you were one for the finer things in life, Arthur?” Hosea closed his book and tilted his head, eyes locked onto Arthur’s hat.
A nervous laugh ripped from Arthur’s throat as he reached up to remove his hat, his thumb brushing over the feathers. “Ah, yeah, I didn’t know either.”
“When did you have time to collect the feathers for that?”
“Oh uh, I didn’t. Uh, Ange- Bronte had it made fer… me.” Scarlet red burned on Arthur’s cheeks as Hosea blinked.
“Bronte?”
“Ah… Yeah, he said it was a ‘gift’ fer mah help.” That wasn’t as all what Angelo had said, but Hosea was acting weird and it was embarrassing Arthur.
“Arthur. Please, I may be old, but I’m not senile.” Hosea scowled. “You need to be careful around that man.”
Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Arthur put his hat back on to hide his face some. “I know, ‘Sea. I have things under control. ‘M not naive.”
“Naive, no. Stupid, perhaps.” Hosea sighed and slowly opened his book back up. “A dumb brute who won’t heed a worried father’s warnings.”
“Hoseaaa, stop it. Yer worse than Dutch sometimes.” Arthur waved the older man off and stomped away. Arthur wasn’t stupid enough to not realize Angelo was playing at something, he just hadn’t figured it out quite yet.
Angelo was pleased Arthur had kept the little attachment on his hat, so pleased he had dragged Arthur to a tailor. Arthur had bitched the entire time about not needing new clothes, but Angelo insisted. And when Angelo insisted, there wasn’t much he could do about it.
Arthur wasn’t a fan of how snug the slacks were on him, but they did show off his muscled thighs and ass better than his baggy, patchwork pants. He usually didn’t wear vests either, but the vest cinched his waist in a way that made his upper body look bigger than what it was. The bright colors weren’t necessarily his favorite, a tan color for his pants, a bright sunset yellow button-up, and a silvery paisley vest, but Angelo was happy.
When Arthur rode into camp, Javier was on guard duty, and his mouth nearly fell to the ground. Arthur slowed his horse in front of him and shifted uncomfortably in his saddle.
“Somethin’ wrong, Javier?”
“‘Something wrong’!? Look at you!” Arthur looked down at his attire and cleared his throat. “Yeah… Thought I uhm, could use a nicer getup-”
“That is not the Arthur I know! You are a dirty cowboy who doesn’t bathe.”
“Hey-”
“Not someone who looks good in fuckin’ yellow!”
“Ya sayin’ I look good in yeller?”
Javier let out an exasperated breath and grumbled in Spanish. “You don’t deserve to be looking that good. Tsk.”
Arthur snickered and shook his head. “No, need ta get jealous, Javier. I ain’t tryin’ to out do his majesty, Mr. Escuella, in the outfit department.”
“I am not jealous.” His dark eyes narrowed and he cocked a hip out. “You couldn’t out do me, Morgan. I’m just saying, Bronte is wasting his money on a cowboy who is going to change into his usual dirty blue shirt and tattered pants the moment he goes to his room.”
Arthur pointedly looked away from Javier and gave his stallion a gentle squeeze to head forward. “I dunno what yer talkin’ ‘bout.”
“Tsk. Sure, Arthur, sure.”
The girls had an absolute heyday when Arthur walked by them. To spite Javier he had forced hismelf to stay in his new finery for the remainder of the day. Mary-Beth, Tilly, and Karen all noticed instantly he wasn’t in his work clothes and made sure to let him know it.
“Oh Arthur, ain’t ya the looker today!” Karen said in her boisterous voice that carried over the camp.
“Ah… hello, Karen-”
“Did ya get that before or after Bronte fuck-”
Mary-beth slapped a ahnd over Karen’s mouth. “Karen! Stop! Arthur looks dashin’ today. Like out of a storybook about the king and his knight.”
Arthur scratched his jaw and stared at the ground, a sweat starting to develop under his hat. “Why thank ya, Mary-Beth.”
“But we need the details, Arthur.”
Arthur’s eyes snapped up to Mary-Beth’s as Karen started cackling. “D-details?”
“Did you top, Bronte? What was he like?” Mary-Beth started rapid-firing questions as Arthur stood frozen on the spot, his mouth opening and closing.
“Girls, girls, come on now.” Thank god for Tilly who was giggling softly and gently patted Mary-Beth’s shoulder. But then a smirk twisted Tilly’s lips, and her wide dark eyes roved over Arthur’s clothing. “We all know Bronte likes to spoil Arthur. No way is Arthur layin’ with Bronte. He’s layin’ under him.”
Arthur turned on his heel faster than a bullet leaves a rifle barrel and fled away from the girls’ tent. Their shrill, giggling laughter followed his escape into Shady Belle where he swiftly changed into some comfortable work clothes.
mary-beth becomes even more insufferably romantic when drunk
FOUND THESE MFS AT PRIDE.
I sketched every gang member in my style!!
They were all randomized with a spinning wheel, and I forced myself to draw the one I got
Warning, I haven’t drawn like MOST of them before so here is my best attempt 😂
I think I’ll add some color and come back later with it, but here y’all go I suppose 💗
Drew Karen as well
AND I MET THE SWEETEST KID ON THERE OMG I CRIED SO HARD-
modern dancing