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Im so inactive im sorry

Im just going through some exams and it takes me time so im writing much but it’ll end soon so i will get back on wheels soon

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hi 

remind me to never go on tumblr when i haven’t finish the scans of a manga

tumblr spoiled me

im chocked

i think i’m still processing and when i’ll realize i’ll cry

a lot

ok i realized

im chocked again

im dying

bye

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@me being in my saddy mood, listening to lana del rey while remembering rdr 1+2 sad moments, lying in bed with my blanket on me

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Ride. /Arthur x reader/

requested by @shyeehaw

pairing : Arthur Morgan x reader

song : Ride - Lana Del Rey lyric : "I've been trying hard not to get into trouble but i.. i've got a war in my mind."

warning : bit of cursing but not that much - note : i wanna cry while listening to lana del rey again and again now. By the way, i’ve been listening to her for one week now and i love her even more xD so thank you uwu

summary : reader is with arthur for a while now but she’s not in the camp and so one day she’s kidnapped by O’Driscolls and Arthur saves her but uh... might not end well

Damn O'Driscolls. What do they want from you ? You have an idea but you will sure fake being dumb. Those bastards had kidnapped you when you were on a walk for Valentine and it's been for hours now that you've been tied up to a tree, waiting for someone to come to you. Thankfully, they did nothing to you -for the moment-, only laughing at you while showing some food you would never had from them. And you are pretty hungry... You sigh. Time pass really slowy, minutes becoming hours, you just listening to their gross laughs. Oh God, if only one man could hear your thoughs and you would be safe in a blink of an eye. Only one man.

Oh, were your prayers heard ? Some gun shot resonate to your ears and a sparkle of hope glow in your eyes. Someone is here. Is this people here for you ? You pray God for it. The O'Driscolls are screaming, alerting the others, running as they fall one after another. It is a great show, a bloody show but a one full of hope. It's close to you, so close. You shut your eyes, it is sure good to see but you can't see that much men being killed. Killing is hard for you, even if it's the worst man in the world, it's a still a human. And killing a human is hard.

When there are finally no sound, you open your eyes. The firecamp is fading slowy and the night is getting darker, so you can't see much things. You try to analyse the situation : is the person killing the O'Driscolls still here ? Will they kill you or help you ? Or do you have to get free yourself ? All those are pretty good questions, thinking of how bad the situation is already. But you have answers faster than you thought. Someone is walking to you, as you can ear the grass crushed and their feet.

"y/n ? You' okay ?" Oh thanks lord, you are safe. You sigh, relieved of knowing the person came for you. "Did they do anything to you ? Did they torture you ?

- Gosh Arthur, i'm so glad you're here. And no, they did nothing to me, just asking a few questions.

- Like what ? Did you answered ?

- "Are you in Dutch's gang ? Where is his camp ? Do you have some affair with him ?" Things like that. And i was just honest : i don't fucking care of Dutch. But i don't think they trusted me." You laugh.  He unties your hands and helps you get up, he then lifts you in his arms and you give him a giggle. "I can still walk, you know.

- Sure, but i don't want you to be hurt more.

- I ain't hurt !

- You might fall on something and get hurt.

- What a dumbass you are." He grins at you as you laugh loudly. You're happy to see him, he is surely the only one to make you smile in these kind of moments and you're really thankful for this.

He helps you get on his horse and then get on it himself and rids to your home. As his horse start to walk, you wrap your arms around him and lie down on his back, relaxed by him breathing and his horse galloping.

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Close to your house, you get down his horse, as him, and start to walk. The moon is down in the sky and a slight orange light is slowy showing her. A silent fall between you but it's a pleasant silent, a silent you both like. In the feels of the moment, you look at him. He's calm but still looks worried. In the moment, you wanted to grab his hand. "It might get awkward" you think, so you don't and you look away.

"Thank you, Arthur. For saving me.

- I wouldn't have let you with these men. Never.

- Thank you so much..." You blush and smil at him. Oh you fell so blessed for having this perfect man in your life. Again, your eyes lock on him. As you're starring at him, you remember this worried look on his face. "Are you okay, Arthur ?

- I- i was just thinking.

- About what ?" He stops, probably wasn't expected that. He looks at you and your eyes meet, making him instantly look away. "Arthur ?

- I..." He pauses. "I was thinking about us and...

- Uh ? And what ?" Anxiety get you as he talks. Is there a problem between you two ? Do he think you're too good for him or any stupid thing ? Dis something were wrong lately ? "What do you mean ?

- I think it's too dangerous for you.

- What ?

- You know, as i'm an outlaw, it might be too dangerous to be with me..." You look at him with angry eyes. Is that the problem ? Him being an outlaw ? Oh gosh you could slap him right now if you only had the mental strength to do this.

- What the hell, Arthur. What is that ?

- I don't want you to be hurt because some people would use you to come to me and the gang...

- Oh God Arthur, is it because of the O'Driscolls ? You know them, they would do anything to stop Dutch and the gang !" You get closer to him. "I can defence myself !

- I know you can but there are cruel man in this world and they could be worst than the O'Driscolls ! What if you get kidnapped again and i can't find you by time, what would happen to you ?

- But don't you trust me ? I can use a kniff, i can use a gun and even a bow ! I'm able to get rid of bastard like that !

- And they can get rid of you faster !" You gasp. He don't think that, right ?

" Are you saying i'm weak ?

- No. Of course not. But some are stronger than you." He get closer and you flinch as you felf his hands touching yours. "I just don't want to think of you getting hurt by anyone. I don't want to lose you.

- Arthur..." You close your eyes as his hands get on your cheeks. "If only we could avoid trouble...

- We can't. Even if we try. Even if i try.

- Why ?

- Because i can't. I've been trying hard not to get into trouble but i.. i've got a war in my mind." You look at him. You sure understand him but it's still hurting you. Tears get in your eyes, he wipes one who fall down on your cheek and you don't even try to hold the others.

"So, does this mean you don't want to be with me anymore ?

- We should keep our distant... To make you safe...

- Make me safe uh, is that so ?

- y/n...

- Don’t you think you are hurting me right now ?" Your last words fade away in your sobs as you push him to run away.

Running when you can't see is hard but you get to the horses anyway. You free your horse and get on it just to run away even faster than before. You can't stop your tears anymore and you're crying loudly while your horse is taking you to nowhere. You just ride, ride while the sun was climbing in the sky. You just ride as the sunrise lighting the land around you. You just ride.

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yeehaw

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There’s like, no Red Dead content on my dash anymore

If you’re a RDR2 blog reblog this so I can follow you!

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The last sentence of Molly’s poem: I have nothing left. I gave you all

The last sentences of Arthur: I gave everything I had. I did.

Now, lemme just say that these two were loyal to Dutch and even gave up everything for him regardless of his treatment throughout the game but what did he do in the end? He left them.

Both Molly and Arthur deserved much better

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External factors that lead to Dutch van der Linde’s decline

Serious head trauma (this caused visual disturbances, severe changes in mood, and paranoia)

Mental illness (anxiety, extreme paranoia)

Micah’s influence. The Blackwater job was Micah’s and he goaded Dutch into shooting the woman on the ferry

Insecurity and an external need for self-validation

The looming fear that they were no longer wanted and the fact that the modern world/civilization was killing the west

His best friend, closest confidant, and cooler head was murdered in front of his eyes

Lack of sleep (he slept on a crate, sitting up while Molly took the cot the entire game until shady belle. He had even said he “hadn’t slept for three days”)

Ya’ll

ba st,,ard ma nn

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let me marry this person for always being on my blog when i have an idea- @shyeehaw thank you xD

and to answer you, well i like many styles : pop (or commercial idk), rock, jazz, classical, country, comedy/parody, electroswing, 70/80/90′s songs, even rap ! and i prefer to avoid hardcore or metal/heavy metal 

also love songs, fun songs, parodies, sad songs, action songs, movies or series soundtracks, musical theaters (for example : Hamilton, plus im a huge fan of it xD) -and other types i don’t have in mind actually- are welcomed

and for singers or band, this time im A LOT into Katy Perry (idk why) but some Panic! at the disco, Greenday, Lady Gaga, Lana Del Rey, some french artists (Orelsan, Therapie Taxi, Angèle), Paramore, P!nk, mxmtoon, Daughter, even Shawn Mendes and The Vamps are 100% okay (they are the principals i listen to actually lmao) but i’ll also be pleased to discover some artists y’all like !

I HAVE AN IDEA 

-well i don’t have pretty much followers to do this but- what about giving one (or two) lyric from a song and pouf ! i turn it into a story (rdr2 of course) it’ll be like a sentence thing i saw ican’trememberwhere but with lyrics from songs AND it can be any type of songs 

so uh, if y’all like the idea, feel free to request some ! it’ll be a pleasure to write some of your ideas (don’t forget to put the song please, it would be easier if can listen to it xD) -plus i kinda have a little lack of idea this time so come on, go for it, go go-

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I HAVE AN IDEA 

-well i don’t have pretty much followers to do this but- what about giving one (or two) lyric from a song and pouf ! i turn it into a story (rdr2 of course) it’ll be like a sentence thing i saw ican’trememberwhere but with lyrics from songs AND it can be any type of songs 

so uh, if y’all like the idea, feel free to request some ! it’ll be a pleasure to write some of your ideas (don’t forget to put the song please, it would be easier if can listen to it xD) -plus i kinda have a little lack of idea this time so come on, go for it, go go-

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FUCKING YES

god made sean too strong so he had to nerf him with ADHD

 a warrior’s call || volbeat

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R E B L O G   T H E   P I G E O N .

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does Quebec already existed in 1899 ? i want some quebec cowboys like demi english/french cowboy with that BIG accent in french that i can’t understand every time i have the occasion to talk to a quebec guy

aaand it existed but it was a british colony

what the what-

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It’s just me, trying to cope with that mission.

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“I’ll see you back at camp!”

It kept playing over and over in his mind as he stumbled out of the bank, a ringing in his ears that was far worse than any explosion.

“I’ll see you back at camp!”

It had been said with excitement, a promise that held no intention to be broken. A casual statement, like a fact of life that wouldn’t ever change.

“I’ll see you back at camp!”

Dutch couldn’t fucking breathe. Hosea was right there, right in front of him face down against the cold dirty cobbles of the street, painting the ground red. He couldn’t go to him, couldn’t check for himself that there wasn’t a faint pulse, a tiny spark of life that he could coax back into burning bright. He couldn’t save him.

“I’ll see you back at camp!”

Except he never would. Dutch would never see Hosea lean too far back in his chair, book in hand as he balanced on two legs. He’d never see him pat Jack on the back as he learned a new word, or clash shoulders with Arthur when he said something witty. He’d never have him offer a comforting arm, never get pulled into a soft embrace when everything felt like it was on fire. Hosea would never smile, never laugh, he’d never…

“I’ll see you back at camp.”

Dutch sucked in a deep breath, and he forced himself to turn away from his partner, away from his life line, his other half, his very soul. He turned and walked away, hoping that one day? One day he’d cross that bridge and Hosea would see him back at camp.

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i could only ever draw his stupid butt and still be happy

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Kieran has Branwen back when he’s with the O’Driscolls. Branwen is the one who snorts and steps back as Colm O’Driscoll strikes him across the face, is the one who flees for his life from the Van Der Linde stooge through knee-high snow, only bucks Kieran off when ridden to his absolute limit.

When Arthur hogties Kieran facedown in the snow of the Ambarino mountains, somehow, someway Branwen finds his way back to Kieran. And I love the idea that, while Kieran is tied to that post in the barn, he hears Branwen outside the doors in the blistering cold and wind. Knows his horse has come for him, snorting at the door, whinnying panicked and searching. Kieran begging Charles to let his horse into the barn, knowing how cold it is out, trying to appeal to this stone-faced man that if left outside, his horse shall surely freeze to death outside.

And Charles, not meeting Kieran’s eyes, unlatches the barn door to let Branwen in, who immediately shivers in against the other horses. Charles, who shrugs and avoids directly addressing nosy questions from Micah or Uncle on whose horse it is that’s suddenly following their wagons down. Charles, who keeps Branwen tethered within Kieran’s sight once they touch down in Horseshoe Overlook, even when he’s unsure if the former O’Driscoll will make it out alive.

Branwen doesn’t lose Kieran again until later, much later, and he follows again to try and find him. And another man takes his reins, with a face much less kind than Arthur, or Charles. And Kieran rides again, but he’s not the same, doesn’t direct him with his legs or reins, mutely mounted. But Branwen takes Kieran back home. Bolts and bucks in fear when the shots rings out, but this time, when he tries to find his way back to Kieran, the smell’s all wrong and he can’t find his way back, not in the heat and the humidity of the swamps, with Kieran gently rotting in a Scarlet Meadows grave.