#Beaver Hollow

[san-tsun]

B E A V E R H O L L O W

Tw : gore

For once, I put the original art in second 😭 I really want this one to be chaotic. As my emotions in this RDR2 scene.

[secrescaryat]

was going through my videos and went through the five stages of grief all over again

one of the saddest details in chapter 6 imo is how after doing missions w lots of action arthur will have to sit down to rest and you can literally hear how his breathing and coughing gets worse and worse each time :(

[marygillisapologist]

Longing for closure | Charles x F!Reader

Pairing: Charles Smith x F!Reader

WC: 1142, aprox. 5 minute read

Teaser: “For the best, I know, but. I just-” He looked remain before stepping closer, looking into your eyes. His presence was overwhelming, and your need for his company was immense. “Charles, I-” You protested, avoiding his gaze. “Please.” He pleaded, stroking his hand against your cheek, keeping it there.

Warnings: Fluff, very little mention of sexual interactions | Secret Relationship | Pining

A/N: This is my first time writing anything so I'm open to critique and will appreciate any form of interaction. ALSO- If you find any grammar mistakes please feel free to tell me, since English isn't my first language. Anyways, hope you enjoy <3

Even though these last few months had been miserable and full of loss, a blooming love had grown in the dying fields. Two strong individuals in need of comfort, finding it in each other at an all time low. While the remaining members of the gang were scrambling to find safety in Lakay, a heated exchange had taken place between you and Charles Smith. After months of pining and longing for each other, you’d finally confronted your feelings. His burly arms had held you close, as his lips were pressed against yours in need of love, in need of you.

Ever since then, you both had realized that you were each other's pillar, the ones who held each other up when the other was falling apart. You agreed that whatever happened, you’d stick together no matter what. However, for the both of yours safety, you agreed to keep it under wraps, not wanting your love to be used against you as it had with John and Abigail. The only few people who actually knew, were the ones paying close attention. Someone like Ms. Grimshaw, most of the women and even Arthur caught on pretty quickly, while the rest never really did. You were happy in his presence, happy to have a safe haven to return when all hell broke loose.

As the days went by and more tragedy occurred. All this death and misery had been piling for months, and for what? For no reason, at least in the eyes of Charles. He was losing hope, and also a close friend of his. Arthur was dying, and with him so was the gang. He was the right hand man, the one with the most common sense out of all of these people- besides you of course. This made Dutch question his ability to advise him, instead seeking the advice of Micah. The Van Der Linde gang had turned a new leaf, one that had fallen and withered.

Charles was on thin ice. 

Charles hated every moment of suppressing his feelings for you regardless of it being for the best. Even though the both of you had agreed to it, he still couldn’t help but feel guilt for not giving you the love and solace you craved. As he and Arthur rode back to camp from a visit at the Wapiti Tribe, noise of quarreling and accusing got louder and louder. He couldn’t help the pit in his stomach form, as he saw you walk back from the river with fresh laundry, your face carrying a slight frown and furrowed brows. 

“You alright there Charles?” Arthur asked with a cough as the horses went from trotting to walking. 

“Yeah, I’m good. How about you?” Charles asked concerned, while his gaze stayed on you. 

“I reckon I don’t matter too much no more.” Arthur chuckled.

“But you sure you’re doin’ alright? You seem a bit distraught.” He questioned as they arrived at the hitching posts.

“Yeah, I’m sure… I’ll see you around” Before Arthur knew it, Charles had already hitched his horse and headed your direction before Arthur had even left the saddle.

You stood to the side hanging the laundry you’d just washed down by the river, trying to mute the sound of Dutch’ preaching. Tension had been at an all time high, causing you to overwork yourself with chores to distract yourself from your misery. This had ultimately also caused multiple people to leave, making you wonder what was making you stay. Was it loyalty, company or fear of a civil life, when this was the one you’d grown used to for the last couple of years? 

For the first time since joining the gang, you were exhausted, an overwhelming nausea at the thought of things coming to an end. Dutch wasn’t the same heroic individual who’d saved you from a group of greedy men. No he was much different. So different, that if it had happened on this day, then it more than likely would’ve been your last.

Lost in your train of thoughts, you heard your name. Quickly you laid down whatever article of clothing you had and turned around towards the noise.

“Charles. You're back.” You said as your eyes brightened and your smile widening, about to go in for a greeting kiss. He smiled back softly before looking down into the ground about to give in before the sound of arguing in the back reminded you of where you were. 

“Right, my bad.” You smiled softly, eyes filled with disappointment as you stepped back. “You um… Is everything alright, are you alright?” You asked, wanting to make sure he was doing as good as one could in the current state of things. 

He stood there looking into your eyes for a little before answering.

“Yeah I’m-” He stopped himself, fiddling with fingers as he thought of what he was gonna say next.

He took a deep breath before continuing, saying your name lowly.

“I’m not sure I can handle this much longer.”

You looked at him, your brows furrowing as you bit the inside of your cheek. You know exactly what he meant, as you felt the same.

“I know, but it’s-” You responded, trying to stay logical for the both of you.

“For the best, I know, but. I just-” He looked remain before stepping closer, looking into your eyes.

His presence was overwhelming, and your need for his company was immense.

“Charles, I-” You protested, avoiding his gaze.

“Please.” He pleaded, stroking his hand against your cheek, keeping it there.

A few moments went by, no words said out loud, yet his and your needs were heard and finally acted upon. You place your hand on his cheek, stroking it before leaning in to kiss him. You directed his hand to your other cheek before letting go, pulling him closer by his collar. Your face in his hand and your arms wrapping around his neck, you hadn’t gotten this close in a while, too busy working.

His lips stayed on yours for what seemed like forever, before he broke it, placing his forehead on yours as the both of you were quietly panting. He smiled at you, and you smiled at him. His eyes were filled with admiration, as was yours, it was a beautiful moment.

“I love you.” He smiled, pecking the corner of your lips. You looked up at him, your eyes watering at the sound of his confession. One that none of them had made before, but had always known to be true.

“I love you too, Charles.” You grinned in response before leaning into another deep kiss.

Maybe hiding from each other wasn't for the best, and maybe closure had been this whole time. Regardless, your hope for the future had been restored. You both knew it would be with each other.

BONUS - Arthurs Journal Entry

Charles and I went to talk to Rains Falls about Dutch and his unhinged decision making. It ain’t looking too good, but we promised to keep a good eye on him.

Anyway, Charles seemed distracted when we went out. I didn’t know exactly why, but I had an idea. He seemed in a hurry when we got back and finally kissed her. He’s been head over heels for that girl ever since he joined us back up in the Grizzlies last year, pretty sure it went both ways. 

They remind me of Mary and I, how we kept it secret too before she left me. I was too stubborn to change my ways, I guess. I wonder if things would’ve changed if I’d ran away with her back in Saint Denis or Valentine. It’s too late now, she mailed me the ring I gave her all those years ago. What a couple of fools in love we were. 

I’m just happy that they aren’t fools like us, and that Charles won’t cower away because of some code that turns out to be irrelevant by the likes of Dutch. I’m also happy that I finally stopped hiding. They seemed real happy when they stopped worrying so much about the rest. I saw Susan and a couple others smile too, they probably noticed the lingering before too. Not everyone had though, Dutch looked quite surprised, almost threatened. I wonder what he and Micah are up to now.

Hope you liked it! BTW pls feel free to give requests, I love writing from given prompts <33

[lotsnlotsofsoup]

Thinking about when Dutch said, "Arthur needs to rest" when I played the mission "A Rage Unleashed" (for the first time) about a week ago.

This post contains spoilers btw!

I know that people have interpreted this differently, some saying that Dutch is trying to belittle Arthur because of his condition and stuff but to me, I don't think that was Dutch's intention (at least his main intention anyway)

First off, let's cover something really quick. Is Dutch even aware that Arthur is sick? Ever since they got back from Guarma, Dutch has been neglecting his relationship with Arthur even more, and this is especially prevalent in chapter 6 since he barely even goes out of his way to talk to him unless he needs him for something. Even then, Dutch hasn't been discussing his plans with Arthur anymore, and the only person being told anything is Micah, as we saw at the end of the mission, "Just a Social Call." (Not to mention their actions at camp too)

(Also, yes, I am aware that he has been using Arthur as "the work horse" for several chapters now, but their camaraderie has significantly diminished, which has altered their relationship. Remember Chapter 3? They went fishing with Hosea simply to bond with each other, and Dutch initiated it as well.)

I think that Dutch definitely recognizes that Arthur is sick, he just isn't aware of the severity of it and the same goes with Micah. I included Micah here as well because, as we know, he started calling Arthur "black lung" which btw, is a lung disease that coal workers dealt with because of their working conditions. Although black lung (CWP) is serious, due to Micah's character, I'm sure that he says it because he is trying to tease/be mean towards Arthur like he always does and isn't actually aware of his actual condition.

On another note, Dutch is definitely aware that Arthur hasn't been the most agreeable with his proposals. In the mission "Just a Social Call" Dutch essentially lies to Arthur because he told him that he was simply going to talk about things with Cornwall and after he shoots and kills him Arthur then realizes that Dutch was actually trying to get revenge which, if he knew that in the first place, he wouldn't have agreed to meet up with them so easily. (Even though Dutch denies it, it's clearly obvious that he did intend to get revenge as shown with his past actions towards Angelo Bronte and Mrs. Braithwathe)

I think that Dutch told Arthur to "get some rest" simply because he didn't want him to get involved with Eagle Flies and the finer details of his plan since Arthur was completely against encouraging the war. Arthur has already shown that he is willing to go against his orders when he went to save John, and I think Dutch could possibly fear this because it could ruin his "big, wonderful plan" or whatever. Arthur is the only person standing in the way of that as of now. (Aside from John, he hasn't really done as much compared to Arthur other than disagreeing with Dutch. Their relationship could be a whole other post, though. Also, fear might not be the best term to describe how Dutch feels, but it is possible that he does feel like that)

As we know, Dutch has an ego and cares about how other people in the gang view him. It's clear that he wants everyone to believe in his plan. In fact, I think he's even struggling to believe in himself because of how ludicrous he's been. Deep down, he knows he's wrong but refuses to admit it to himself. Because of this, unfortunately, it almost feels as though Dutch has kind of given up on Arthur and is just trying to keep him at bay from losing any more faith and acting out against him again. He knows that he wouldn't agree with his newer plans because the "old Dutch" wasn't like that. (Again, people have definitely talked about his past issues, which, if you'd like me to discuss, let me know!)

Is Dutch even self-aware of his actions? Although I think he is, feel free to debate about that in the comments.

I'm still pretty early in chapter 6, so my thoughts may definitely change in the future, but thanks for reading my ramble! If you want to add anything or would like to correct anything, feel free to let me know. :D

THIS IS A REPOST ON MY NEW MAIN BLOG! I am no longer using my old blog, @lotsnlotsofsoup-sideblog

[aiisstuffnthings]

Watchful

[r4d14t3lov3]

The good ones

[itiswritteninthestarsabove]

[westcalibur]

Me after Chapter 6

[bourbonificould]

My fav interaction of RDR2 Chapter 6 is Arthur and Jack, with all the tension going on.

Arthur: Jack.

Jack: Can I go play in the caves, Uncle Arthur?

Arthur(vehemently): No! Stay close to your mama.

Jack: Okay…

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

My first playthrough: 1 thought per chapter

Beginning: HOLY FUCK IT'S FINALLY INSTALLED THIS BETTER BE GOD

Colter: I cannot fucking aim for shit Mafia taught me nothing- CAN THE DEER NOT MOVE

Horseshoe Overlook: This game is fucking HUGE I WANNA EXPLORE EVERYTHING- Also why can't I go to Blackwater I didn't pay attention-

Clemens point: Fuck them inbred americans #europe4life- SEAN WHATTHEFUCK

Shady Belle: KIERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN- Oh fuck I am attached to all of these cowboys

Guarma: WHERE THE FUCK AM I- oh cool parrots

Beaver Hollow: we're gonna die we're gonna die we're gonna die we're gonna die we're gonna die

Epilogue 1: IM STILL GRIEVING WHATTHEFUCK

Epilogue 2: die Micah MUAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAH

[coldmorte]

Is he okay...???

[millesaniclaim]

beaver hollow. sides

[hellwalkingonearth]

I don’t know if this happens in every play through, but the first time I played RDR2, the day after Molly’s murder, Dutch was standing in front of his tent alone and pontificating about how much he loved and would have given his life for the gang members. He was going on and on about it, but hardly anyone was listening to him. Think about it: something intense had happened in the camp, and yet the gang wasn’t gathered around him to hear his speech like they would have been at the beginning. Dutch, who, in the past, could have talked anyone into anything with his silver tongue, was now unable to compel anyone with his words. He looked so… pathetic. The woman who adored him had been murdered in front of everyone’s eyes, and yet he was there trying to make himself look better after what had happened to her.

Dutch was nothing but a phony. A small, weak, self-centered jerk, and nothing else.

[cc-xinxin]

Wide Open Spaces - Chapter 1

Ok here’s the Chapter 1 of my first long fic in the fandom! Dutch/Hosea and Dutch & Arthur.

Summary: In which Dutch mourned Hosea, took vengeance against and captured by Agent Milton, went on an epic getaway trip with Arthur, and learned to accept the fact that he was only human. For his part, Arthur was just trying to make sure everyone was fine before him greeted by his own death. To do that, he needed to push a little bit harder.

(Spoiler: Happy Ending!)

[lotsnlotsofsoup]

So, I accidentally smacked into a tree while I was on my horse which caused Arthur to launch forward and hit the tree and it got this huge bloody mark on it. Sorry Baby Boah 💀 (My horse)

When looking at the tree though, the blood mark looked odd. (The edges are really harsh and look unnatural)

I noticed that when you looked at it from another direction, the layer of blood is translucent and you can see the plants and stuff behind it

This isn't groundbreaking stuff or anything; I just thought it was sort of interesting 😯

[aiisstuffnthings]

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