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blueberrbea · 2 days
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heyy me again :o
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cowboymaxi · 2 months
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Some Javier doodles :) I’m new and looking for some red dead mutuals!!
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cynibuns · 10 months
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release
AHH hello! My name is Cyn and I am new to ghost tumblr but not new to the ghost fandom!! You can find prints of this here !
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uhmrui · 9 months
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starvdbabe · 2 months
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i want more an@ moots !! ^_^
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x3nshit · 9 months
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how to make friends on tumblr 101
idk either pls help :,)
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sweetfelonysblog · 2 months
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Incase you aren’t 🤧😭
Well am bored 😐
Chats…. 💬💬
Lets know each other more 😍🥹👀
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chaos-smh · 3 months
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Closure
a/n: i love arthur morgan. this is very angsty. i sorta imagine this as a father/daughter relationship but you're free to interpret :) i would love to make this a longer fic well!
pairing/s: arthur morgan x reader (platonic)
content: mentions of death, grief, lots of angst, cuddly arthur! readers childhood best friend dies and arthur comforts them
word count: 861 words
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Nothing but the flicker of a candle accompanied you as your chest heaved and stuttered with each sob that broke through you. Despite the nearby glow, a certain darkness seemed to shroud you, with your hands shivering against the crumpled piece of paper. Grief had always been a mysterious force that had weaved its way through your childhood but part of you had believed that those days were finally over. From what you had believed, there was hardly anybody left in your life that you held so close to your heart but you had never been so wrong. On some particular day, you had been drawn to the obituaries and there you had discovered that there was in fact someone left. There were hardly any words to describe how the news had left you but you knew that something inside of you had changed. You had always believed that the only form of grief was sadness, with melancholy people shrouding graves and draped in black but nothing could prepare you for the bitter waves of guilt that rattled you. However, with your current occupation, you were forced to bury your grief and managed to cover your mixed emotions with a certain tilt of your hat. You managed to retain your reputation in the gang but the sacrifice you made was becoming too much to handle. The dreary nights grew darker and longer with your heavy heart seeming to suffocate you as you would watch the sun rise day after day.
A brisk cough managed to bring you back towards the glow of the candle, your eyes stuttering through the darkness and towards the entrance of your tent. Part of you desperately wanted to maintain your guard and push through the pain but it suddenly felt too difficult.
“Arthur- I,” You croaked out. “This is too much.”
“Come ‘ere, kid” The older man almost sighed, his voice worn out but with a certain tenderness lingering with in it.
Arthur stepped through the tent with his weathered hand cautiously removing his stained hat as he settled down on his knee in front of where you sat on the cot.
Arthur gently grasped at one of your quivering hands with his thumb tracing subtle circles against your palm. For a moment he paused, unsure of what he could say but he was able to notice how quickly you started to settle down in his touch. Tears continued to spill from your eyes but the chorus of broken sobs eventually descended into quiet whimpers.
“I knew something weren’t quite right with you, kid,” He murmured in low voice, being careful not to disturb the secure silence that had formed between you both.
“Now— what’s happened?”
Despite the ache that lingered in your heart and the grief that clouded your own thoughts, it all started to clear as Arthur spoke softly to you. Even when you had first joined the group and everybody had been so sullen towards you with their persistent stares, Arthur had been there to welcome you. He had taught you many things about their way of life but you barely shared any words and you struggled to reach out in a way that you desperately yearned for.
“We grew up together— I loved her,” You sobbed out as you unclenched your fist, revealing the crumbled strip of newspaper.
There were so many words that swarmed in your mind but you struggled to form any kind of coherent sentence to explain what had happened.
Arthur scoured over the brief passage of text where a young girl’s name was printed in bold with the usual proceedings. When his narrowed eyes flickered over the recent date of death, he tightly squeezed your hand and a deep yet steady sigh slipped from his lips.
“I’m real sorry, y/n,” Arthur finally spoke with his words brief yet comforting. It was the way that he uttered your name that caused your heart to finally warm up.
“You come ‘ere now. I ain’t leaving you alone.”
Arthur reached out towards you but before you could say anything, you were pressed up against his chest with both of his sturdy arms wrapped around you. There was something about the way he hugged you that caused another sob to break through your chest but this time you were unable to tell whether it was your own grief or his sudden affection. Your eyes drifted shut as you focused on the steady beat of his heart and the rhythmic crackle of his chest with the echoey noise seeming to lull you back to peace. The stench of leather and burnt tobacco was strong but for a brief moment it reminded you of your distant childhood and you were suddenly back home, basking beneath the sun on your front porch with not a single care in the world. Despite your fractured cries, you both shared a comfortable silence and for once you felt as if you were finally safe again. He traced one of his coarse hands across your back, his actions almost speaking for him. He was there for you and you were beginning to understand that.
“I got you, kid.”
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rheafirth · 1 year
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Can we be mutuals?
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pixiesbrain · 2 months
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the shifting community here is so heart-warming and lovely i’d love to have more moots on here !!
so consider this my official application for your new shiftblr moot (if that’s even a good way to phrase it) until i finish my actual intro 🤠
i’m elle, i just hit 17 on feb 15th, i’ve been in the community for 4 years now? — all you need to know is that i went through early shifttok/dracotok all that shit and most recently i was active on shifttwt!!
also!! this is my shifting sideblog my main being @cupiden
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cosmicfantasma · 2 months
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Madoka is fed up with Kyubey
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blueberrbea · 2 months
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# my hair is the outfit 😜
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rjupiterj · 3 months
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ART MUTUALS PSPSPSPSPPSPSPS
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busybussinbee · 5 months
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how do i make friends on this website /gen
there’s so many cool people with awesome art and the same interests as me but i don’t know how to find mutuals
am i just supposed to ask “hey wanna be moots” or is there some other way to make friends
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shinigamitears · 16 days
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Level 28 Achieved 🥳🎉
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sweetfelonysblog · 2 months
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The view🥹🥹
Or what you thinking abt 🤔🤔
Reblog or let’s be friends scrolling without chatting on here is getting pretty boring lately🤧😮‍💨😮‍💨
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