#Daily-Escuella

[dailyjavierdoodles]

day 25 - trying not to get pants wet

[dailyoliveira]

day 79 — sketches (+ javier drawing)

[zarkishere]

(between tears and snot) you might be right (wipes nose) i liked it a little bit

Just got struck with a thought for a mildly canon au: what if after saving Kieran from the O'Driscolls in ch4 Javier sleeps with his head on Kieran's chest so the first thing he hears when he wakes up is his heartbeat, reassuring him that Kieran is alive and they got to him in time

oooyuggg oooohhh …. oouuhhh … this is so sweet … oouuhh javi absolutely would be petrified to lose kieran after already having nearly done so once … not like they don’t both know that this lifestyle means that they could lose each other at any given moment, but to be directly confronted by the rush of wind on your face from a right hook from grief that just barely missed your skin … javier feels a little more emboldened in his endeavors regarding protecting and generally indulging in kieran and his wellbeing.

he’d be like “dutch, i’ll protect him. i’ll watch him. i have time, the others are working on something big, they don’t need me. let me take care of him. (not gay. no homo.)” and since kieran sleeps on the floor of shady belle, they both move in there to try and stave infection off and every morning the girls have to shuffle around them while they’re intertwined together on the floor. it’s like javier is a coat that kieran can’t shirk— he keeps the fever down. and javi always wakes up first. it’s like he’s got a sixth sense for when kieran is about to wake up, and he always wakes up first, even by mere moments. which is funny because up until then, kieran would be up before the sunrise and that be about the time that javier was laying down to sleep. love affects you down to your biology 💔 anyway yes and javi always always always lays there, opens his eyes, sees kieran’s resting face, will sometimes raise a hand to smooth a worried crease off of kieran’s dreaming face, and then will indulge himself in laying back down and listening to kieran’s strong heartbeat. for however long it takes for kieran to wake up, or at least indicate to javier that he’s awake. sometimes he knows javi is awake and will sit very still for a while, just because he wants to stay like that just a little longer. (sometimes, especially later into these endeavors, javier can tell by the way kieran’s breathing changes. but he will never let kieran know that.) i think there have even been times where kieran would sleep too deep and his heartbeat would get softer and javier would suddenly hear gunfire and smell blood and hear the lap of the water against the wood of a boat like he’s losing it all all over again and he’d end up shaking kieran awake just to make sure his eyelids weren’t meant to home coins just yet. kieran knows he would do the same and also be 10x worse so he doesn’t really mind but this isn’t to say that sometimes he’s not like “javier. my sweet lover. my desert sun. i am going to be okay. please let me rest. go rob somebody or something before dutch kicks us both out for being useless.” just so he can get some peace LOL ouugghh they’re so sweet i got off topic but yes this idea is SO good and i agree so bad and also i think that they were already obsessively tactile prior, just behind closed doors, so now, it’s just … embarrassing how touchy javi is. not that the rest of the gang doesn’t understand, like they haven’t clung to a body and basked in it’s warmth because they knew it could very well be cold tomorrow, but … man. he’s very. brazen with it. LOL ohh i lov them ok ill be quiet but thank u so much for sharing that with me i adore the idea. i would love to expand sometime on javier’s thoughts and fears in an au where kieran lives … and kieran’s thoughts and feelings as well ….. as well as draw them all cuddled up with javi listening to the steady tempo of kieran’s heartbeat and how it sounds like a song that he only wishes he could play on guitar because it sounds like the greatest love song ever written uughhh ok ok ok thank u i have to leave or i’ll cry

[josephquinnswhore]

mi vida - javier escuella x female reader

summary: life with a romantic outlaw.

word count: 1.9k

content warning: not much tbh. mentions of murder, robbery, theft, conning.

The late afternoon breeze swells through the camp between the natural barricade of trees surrounding your current campsite, Horseshoe Overlook. Many go about their duties, few of the men are often gone more days than not, returning with food for Pearson to prepare or things to contribute to camp, mostly money.

That comes in many forms of succession, theft, robbery, conning, and murder. No women in camp were partial to what the men did to keep everyone afloat, yet—amongst the many people who committed these atrocities. Never had you felt safer, they were loyal, protective.

Profoundly your boyfriend, Javier. Fiercely loyal, even to Bill, who constantly harassed Javier over his ethnicity. The name calling, sniggering and remarks about Javier’s tendency to groom himself.

Regardless—it was Javier who left camp yesterday, gun in his holster and urging Boaz out of camp when he had found out that Bill had been captured by bounty hunters. To save that same man who had been relentless in attacking and attempting to humiliate your lover.

The smell of Pearson's warm stew that had been simmering all day over a small fire makes your stomach ache with anticipation and creates a welcome distraction rather than your disdain for Bill Williamson. Warm food to fill your aching stomach as many of you only ate one meal a day. The same thing that was prepared every day. A mix of meat, vegetables and bland stock.

But you were grateful that you had the opportunity to eat. Thankful for those, often Charles or Arthur bringing back food for Pearson to prepare. Often, you take it upon yourself to go searching for herbs to make the stew more flavoursome.

Many had noticed and pleaded for you to forage enough for all those daring to ask. The bundle of herbs that had been carefully clipped and placed into your sachel earlier this morning.

There were plenty blossoming, thyme was your favourite, it was accessible being close to camp and growing in abundance.

It gives a sense of trepidation, as you sit on a small chair by your and Javier’s shared tent, small fire beckoning you in with it’s promise of warmth, the flames licking up the logs into devour.

This routine you'd created for yourself was one your body had recognised.

Same time of afternoon each day, preparing your thyme by picking the herb off the stem meant you’d be sitting down before long, next to Javier and eating some supper. The routine is something you find solace in amongst the chaos.

Being in a relationship with an outlaw was a first for you. Correction—your first relationship was with an outlaw. How couldn’t you have fallen for the man, driven with such confidence and unprecedented power. The divine will of his words and his actions of care he puts into the way he looks. A man like that was sure to draw your attention, sweeping you off of your feet the very first morning you met.

Thought of the memory is often shared between the two of you privately when most are sleeping, no one to hear your secrets but the moon itself. Uttered words in his native tongue make your ears warm, still able to fluster you months later into your partnership. His words, not hollow like most, but full of promise.

Promise to love, cherish, care for you. His life. Or as he calls you. Mi vida.

This day in particular was not out of any ordinary you’d become so used to. Miss Grimshaw made her demands to all the women, expecting perfection and efficiency with each due task. Tending to the dishes, washing clothes, hand sewing patches of material onto clothes that had been torn.

Dutch often sat in his own tent, a pondering gaze upon his brow with his nose buried in a book. The same book he often quoted his own inspired wisdom.

When it gets to this time in the afternoon, when everyone returns and feeds together. Daily tautness no longer separates folk, drink is readily accessible for anyone who abides by the bitter liquid. Few wooden crates found around the camp are stocked with beer and whiskey.

Of course—Bill is one of those men who seems to create his own problems, blaming the bottle as if it weren’t his own hand to take the glass and gulp the poison down so greedily. As if he needed it, you never understood his dependence upon something so harmful.

Setting aside your personal mound of carefully plucked thyme into a small wooden bowl, you stand and pour yourself a cup of hot coffee. The pitcher sits by the fire by your camp, grateful for such an accessible commodity. Nursing the steaming black substance, you take a moment to blow the steam and look. Really observe the world moving around you.

Above the trees, the sun is beginning to set, illuminating an orange glow around the camp, where your eyes finally lay upon Javier, sitting with Arthur at the table halfway across the grassy field of the campground, playing five finger filet. He—of course wore gloves at your discretion, knowing how concerned you are that he’d cut off a finger one of these days.

Still, as the two men sit, fisting the handles of their sharpened blades, the 40c pot is sitting in the middle of the table, pending the winner.

“Tu pinchazo.” He utters as he knicks his finger with the steely blade. Another attempt, and he curses again.

“Hazlo bien tonto, concentrate.” The lick of his tongue on his upper lip is a sheer sign of dedicated concentration.

That, and he had one more attempt at getting this right, or he would lose the game. Being Javier, that was not a notion he could accept, defeat. He was a prideful man in every aspect of life.

Miraculously, the man managed to concentrate and successfully overcome the second round with a victory, taking the 40c pot and sliding the coins into his jean pocket. “Good game Arthur, perhaps we will play another time.”

Left alone only for a brief moment, he begins sharpening his knife at the table, red stains of his blood are splattered across the wooden surface as the aftermath of the victorious game. Yet, something more profound approaches, Bill with an opened bottle of whiskey in hand..

Tightly, your fingers curl around your mug, sipping on the coffee anxiously, your heart pounds against your skin with worry.

“Whatcha doin’ greaser?” Bill taunts, approaching Javier to which he’s met with silence.

Again, Bill takes a large mouthful of liquor and tosses the bottle onto the soiled grass. “I said, whatcha doin, greaser.” His boot kicks into Javier’s crate, getting more aggressive, prying for Javier’s attention, any kind of reaction.

Javier shoots up from the wooden crate, welding a knife in hand as he puts Bill into a steady headlock.

“Just playing with my knife, sheep fucker. Just playing with my knife.” The sound is cold and callous, holding the sharpened blade against Bill's neck, holding him hostage for a few moments before shoving Bill to the ground, sliding his knife back into his holster.

“Saco de mierda borracho.” He mutters bitterly to himself as he crosses the campsite to join you, when his dark brown orbs meet yours, he realises you’d been watching him, the interaction.

Finally finishing the last of your coffee, you set the mug down on a wooden barrel inside of your shared tent and Javier approaches with a sheepish expression on his face. “Hola mi vida.” He utters softly.

“Hi.” Gazing into those brown orbs you sigh. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I cannot believe he’s still doing this after you saved him yesterday.” With a gentle gesture, your thumb runs along his cheek.

“He is forgotten, the love of my life is here beside me, in my arms, how could anything else matter?” His leather gloves are warm and damp on some fingers with his blood from his earlier game of five finger filet.

Wordlessly, you take it upon yourself to remove the barrier between your eyes and his wounds, they’re minor, but you insist on doting over him. “Sit.”

His body is sat on a chair before you could urge him a second time, always listening to your requests, giving into you. Anything you yearned for he would give.

“Will you ever stop playing that foolish game?” The scolding makes him laugh, the sound has become so familiar and comforting to you.

“No, mi amor. I did win after all.” That prideful smile, beaming at you with his skin glowing with the orange illumination of the setting sun, another day being spent with the love of your life.

“I figured you’d say so, you’re a stubborn man.” The comment is met with a hum of his own as you tent to his wounds, although they would be fine unattended to, Javier loved when you doted on him, he saw it as affection. Being cared for unconditionally was all he ever needed.

“Let me make it up to you, for worrying you.”

“That’s not necessa—“ before you could finish, he’s interrupting you.

“Not another word, mi vida. Tomorrow we will ride side by side, to a nearby location by a small pond, I will pack some cheese, bread and berries into your wooden basket. We shall feast and relax without the constant hounding or senseless noise at this camp. Your presence is obligatory.”

Slowly, your fingers retreat from his hands as you finish cleaning his wounds, listening to the utter reverence of this man, his words are true and written as if needed to be followed. Guidance, and devotion.

“Of course I will join you.” His own hand grasps yours so elegantly bringing it up to his face before pressing his lips against your knuckle, the kiss lingers for a moment before he reaches to caress your cheeks.

“Mi vida, let me sing to you.”

Sitting on your bedroll beside his own, he reaches for his guitar and strums a familiar tune, one of a love song he had sung many a time before because it’s your favourite, Cielito Lindo.

“De la Sierra Morena, Cielito lindo, vienen bajando. Un par de ojitos negros, Cielito lindo, de contrabando.

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay.

Canta y no llores. Porque cantando se alegran, Cielito lindo, los corazones. Ese lunar que tienes, ceilito lindo, junto a la boca.

No se lo des a nadie, Cielito lindo, que a mí md toca….”

As your life partner sings, his angelic voice caught in the gentle breeze as folk around camp are compelled to join around the campfire to hear the melodic tune. They fail to understand in their joy, that Javier was declaring his love for you in song.

It was a touching gesture that the two of you share alone. In many ways — would remain ignorant to the rest of them. At the end of this day, you would fill your bowl with stew and fill your stomach. But for now, you sit united with your lover, taking every moment revelling in each other's proclivity.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Van Der Linde Gang Monster Headcanons

Don't mind me with my stupid little headcanons and shit.

🌙 Dutch Van Der Linde - Vampire

Turned decades ago before the West became wild. Molly O'Shea is the reason he can walk around in the light of day.

🌙 Hosea Mathews - Vampire

He was born human but he was turned by Dutch to save his life during their first robbery together.

🌙 Arthur Morgan - Werewolf

Was bitten by John and turned one night when John got out of his restraints. He's a lot worse than John due to the fact that Arthur is a hell of a lot bigger.

🌙 John Marston - Werewolf

Was bitten and turned before he joined the gang. He has a tendency of slipping from his restraints so it often leads to little rampages across the countryside.

🌙Abigail Marston - Succubus

Born to be a succubus, she used her powers for her prostitution job to get by. That all stopped when a werewolf of all things got her pregnant.

🌙Jack Marston - Unknown

He's far too young for his parents to tell, but as he grows older, it's starting to become apparent that he may take after his father.

🌙Charles Smith - Wendigo

He may not exhibit all of the signs of a true wendigo like cannibalism, but the hulking form tends to shut people up.

🌙Sadie Adler - Human

She's the only human woman in the gang. She has a slight distaste for monsters, but the Van Der Linde Gang is her home.

🌙Micah Bell - Demon

Born out of sin from a deep pit in hell, he continues his hellish torment in the Wild West.

🌙Susan Grimshaw - Banshee

Born to be a banshee, she's kept up at night with the knowledge of how others around her pass. It's why she's so strict and stern with some people sometimes.

🌙Molly O'Shea - Witch

She earns her keep at the camp solely from keeping Dutch and Hosea alive. She's not a fan of using her magic on others unless it's necessary.

🌙Tilly Jackson - Faun

Tilly can sometimes pass for human if her dress is long enough to cover her legs and hooves, but the horns can be a problem. Mary-Beth can always be found with Tilly weaving flowers into her little horns.

🌙Javier Escuella - Skinwalker

He was cursed to become one at a young age, way before he joined the gang. It's often a useful curse but it does come with many downsides.

🌙Bill Williamson - Werebear

Born seemingly human, he didn't know she slept with a monster until he was barely into his teenage years when he turned. It's definitely one of the major factors to his prickly demeanor.

🌙Sean Macguire - Satyr

The Irish charmer is a typical Celtic satyr. Sometimes it's hard for him to keep his holster attached to his leg from how it's all bent naturally. He missing half of one of his horns.

🌙Lenny Summers - Minotaur

Easily the sweetest man of the gang, he's a gentle giant until the bull sees red. It is sometimes hard for him to find a hat that fits the bovine head, though.

🌙Karen Jones - Succubus

She's not very good at her life's work, but when she does succeed, she's pretty brutal. There's a reason she's always drunk all of the time.

🌙Mary-Beth Gaskill - Witch

Her powers are different than Molly's. She's mostly found messing around with plants and such. She's always growing something, mostly herbs to be used for medicines.

🌙Uncle - Human

The only other human in the gang. There are often daily jokes and threats about how the other members are gonna hunt him down and eat him because of his bullshit. Mostly from Micah.

🌙Simon Pearson - Undead

Kept alive after an accident in the Navy by some supernatural forces. It explains the faulty food.

🌙Leopold Strauss - Dragon

It explains his lust for dollars and coins since he was a young child, though, he can't turn into a full beast as he was never strong enough.

🌙Josiah Trelawny - Incubus

His drive did not last long and his powers don't really work nowadays. He's been around longer than Karen and Abigail, though. He's still thankful he's just as strong.

🌙Orville Swanson - Demon

He used to be an angel but made some horrible choices in life which led him to be struck down to hell. Now he continues on the earth continuing bad habits.

🌙Kieran Duffy - Vampire's Thrall

Kept alive by Colm's word and will, he only broke free because Arthur basically kidnapped him. He much prefers the Van Der Linde Gang but he still feels the pull of his master calling for him.

[rosemary-morgan]

Javier Escuella X F.Reader - Our safe place (18+)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

And thanks to all who read and like my stories. Stay healthy and take care, my lovely bees 🐝🌺

Warning: Nsfw, just pure filth, but they are so in love🖤

Summary: A secret place where you both could leave your daily worries behind. A place where there is only you and Javier…

Our safe place (18+)

It was still very early in the morning when Javier and Y/N snuck out of camp. Together they wanted to enjoy a little privacy, to do their morning care without prying eyes. They could do that more often now in their new home, because there was a place nearby where they could bathe undisturbed; protected from the gaze of strangers.

Javier and Y/N had recently discovered this place their little secret, which they had never shared with anyone in the camp so far. Now they were both standing in the water up to their waists, their bodies wet, in a tight embrace. Goosebumps rippled across their skin, as it was quite fresh this morning. But it didn't seem to bother them. Especially since Javier enjoyed the feeling of her plump breasts against his skin. Y/N had her arms wrapped around his neck, her hair was soaked, single strands of hair sticking to her face, neck and shoulders. Javier's hands gently ran along her hips, reaching softly into her soft flesh again and again.

"Mi amor. I'm enjoying this togetherness with you."

"Me too," she whispered as she gazed into his eyes. Oh, she had fallen for Javier instantly. She was drunk with love for this man. She would never forget her first encounter with him. But that was another story.

Wherever Javier touched her, it tingled like crazy. His fingers felt warm, the warmth of his body spread to hers and she sighed contentedly as she pressed her body even closer to him. She could clearly feel his cock grinding against her.

"Te deseo, Y/N…"

His voice was a shade deeper, which excited Y/N deeply. It was so calm and quiet around her and she was enjoying this moment with all her senses. Javier's mouth gently brushed hers before he kissed her. It was a gentle kiss at first, while his hands caressed her beautiful body; over her hips, down to her gorgeous bottom, gently massaging along the way, purring into the kiss as he did so.

By God, this woman was driving him crazy. They had freshly become a couple, just a few weeks ago their love story began. Everyone in the camp had just been waiting for them to finally find their way to each other, because it had been obvious how much Javier and Y/N liked each other.

Her lips felt like velvety rose petals, almost too fragile to be touched. Nevertheless, after he put her lower lip in his mouth, tasted it, and bit into it lightly. It pleased Javier to see her lips swollen from his kisses. The men should know that Y/N already belonged to another. Slowly, he let the tip of his tongue glide over her, as if he had all the time in the world. Then he continued with her upper lip, nibbling a little more until his kiss became firmer. Y/N's heart beat faster as she responded to the sudden outburst of his passion. Javier felt her quickened pulse under his fingers as he cupped her neck with his hand and squeezed gently.

Y/N visibly shuddered as his hand stroked her breast, then reached for the firm flesh and moaned into the kiss with pleasure. Y/N did the same, gasping deeply aroused into his mouth as her fingers dug into his shoulders.

"Javier…"

She loved to be touched by him. His kisses were a sweet torture, his lust and passion had completely ruined her. He had been her first man and had shown her how beautiful physical love was.

His thumb and forefinger played with the sensitive nipple until it became quite stiff. This time it was she who intensified the kiss and it was not five seconds before she finally grabbed him and led him out of the water. A blanket was already spread out on the lawn and Y/N led Javier there, settling down there with him. The young man was slightly bent over her, his toned body snuggled close to hers, while he looked at her pretty face. Lovingly he stroked her cheeks and his eyes wandered over her seductive neck, watching the fine drops of water slide down her skin. He heard her heartbeat and the soft chirping of the birds. It was almost as if time had stopped.

Satisfied, he lowered his head to explore her seductive breasts more closely. Her delicious, round breasts that were moist, just like the rest of her body. God, Javier would take his time pleasuring this woman. He wanted to explore every corner of her body, tease her with his tongue and lips. He would use his hand to straighten her breast, covering it with kisses. Then he circled her erect bud, sucking her deep into the moist warmth of his mouth.

Javier laid his naked body completely on top of her and Y/N immediately opened to him like a flower. She could feel his cock where she needed it most. Instantly she moaned as he rubbed against her clit. All it took was the slightest touch and she went crazy with desire.

"Oh, Javier…"

Her lustful sigh sounded so tortured and Javier couldn't help but smirk.

"Yes, mi amor?"

Her hands grabbed his taut buttocks, squeezing him tightly. She was all wet and already ready for him. He reached between their bodies and began to gently caress her swollen clit. Satisfied, he felt her moisture.

"That wet for me already?" he asked, stroking her gently until another sigh was heard. Y/N was burning with desire for him. But he wanted to tease her and give her a little taste. So he dipped two fingers inside her, finger fucking her first while looking at her closely. His lips were on the corner of her mouth, but he didn't kiss her, because he was enjoying her lustful sounds too much.

"You like that?"

"Javier… ahh…"

His breath mingled with hers and he moaned softly with her, enjoying this moment as much as she was.

"Javier, please… I want you."

Her desire was his command. His fingers slipped out of her as he stroked his hard cock against her wet folds instead, before thrusting deep inside her. He lowered himself into her until he was completely enveloped by her wonderful warmth. Javier paused for a moment, breathing heavily on her neck, enjoying this moment. This moment when everything seemed calm. As if the world around them didn't even exist. Just the two of them and this wonderful place.

He felt small shivers of pleasure roll through her body. As he began to move inside her, they both moaned together and Javier's lust increased immensely. His pulse throbbed like crazy, his body demanding everything she could give him. He lifted her legs over his shoulders so he could be deeper inside her, and Y/N looked up at him as he straightened up, giving her a lustful glance. The tip of her tongue wet her soft lips, her eyes fixed steadily on him. Javier sped up, thrusting harder into her, causing Y/N to let out a high, lustful sound.

"Oh yes… Javier! Right there…"

And Javier thrust again. Powerful and intense, because he knew what his girl liked.

With every sensual movement of the young man, her depraved side also awoke. A side that was only granted to Javier. Her muscles tensed as she lifted herself to meet his hard, wild rhythm. Again and again, he took her in, and then he felt her arms around his body. She held onto him, moving with him. Whispers of love rose to the sky, words full of love, full of passion. Tender kisses as they made love. It was clear to hear how wet his girl was. Every time he slid into her tight wetness without effort, the loud slapping of his balls against her skin was heard and it drove them both crazy. Y/N was so filled with lust that she almost sobbed. Her cheeks were all flushed, and her eyes were shimmering. His body stimulated her clitoris with every movement, with every thrust and when he came, no longer holding back, he called her name and Y/N did the same. She found her fulfillment at the same time as he did. He embraced her tightly while she clung to him, enjoying the last aftershocks of her climax. They remained in this embrace, their bodies tightly entwined, enjoying this togetherness. She lovingly whispered his name as he tenderly kissed her cheek.

"I love you…"

"I love you too, Y/N…"

For a long time, they remained lying there. Naked and completely fulfilled in this beautiful, secret place. It was their little love nest. They laughed together as they looked up to the sky and talked about trivial things. But they were beautiful things, ideas, and dreams. They both wondered if one day, for the rest of their lives, they would enjoy this peace…

[daily-escuella]

✨Rare pair week!✨ Today's prompt was "First Snow" imo Tilly and Javier shouldn't be rare to see, they're adorable together! I love seeing them subtly flirt with each other in camp 🥰🥺❤️

(This week is extremely busy for me, so if I do more rare pair prompts, they will not be released on time, but I had a lot of fun with this one!)

[spacemomfisher]

Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, and send it to 10 of you favourite followers (non-negotiable). SPREAD POSITIVITY! ♥️

(No pressure! Please accept this moody lighting Javier as a gift from me in case you don't feel like doing this <3 )

Bless you sweet friend!! I will ALWAYS accept a Javier, hot diggity shit

1. As a physical element, I like my eyes tbh

2. I like that I’m a very empathetic person

3. I like my humor

4. Fun fact I used to hate my voice because I have a lisp, kind of, but recently I’ve started to really like my voice so that’s Neat™️

5. I like that I’m a p awesome nurse, I rock at my job, and I actually love that

[natjiren]

lay down your pride, lay down with me!

[ttuesday]

How would the gang fare when playing Red Dead Online?

The Gang playing RDO

Arthur

He just wants to explore the map and pick some herbs. Arthur tries to stay away from other players cause he knows there's a 90% chance they're hostile and will hogtie him.

Arthur likes going around and searching for the collectibles. He doesn't use the online collectibles map (he doesn't know it exists) so he buys the little maps from Madam Nazar and uses them instead.

Whenever he's stressed, he'll play for a few hours but he doesn't play rdo every single day.

Charles

Charles really wanted to get into playing rdo. He likes the different role and all the customisation options you have for your online character.

Charles spent hours making his perfect character, spent his gold on the trader role, bought a bow and went hunting... and that's when he stumbled across another player.

Charles thought they would be friendly and did the wave emote at them. But the other player wasn't as friendly as Charles thought they'd be. Yeah Charles didn't really like the game after that.

Dutch

Dutch grinds so goddamn much in game. He’s constantly doing trader missions, scouting around for collectibles and doing some bounties too.

He swears he’s earned all of his money and gold, and that didn’t buy them with his actual money... but people have their doubts when they see how much gold he has.

If anyone kills him then Dutch is that guy that sends them a long paragraph telling them that he’s very disappointment.

John

John really doesn’t know what he’s doing but somehow gets through the game. When he’s not accidentally running off a cliff, he’s somehow successfully doing bounty missions.

He has a high level but he doesn’t know how to craft anything and rarely uses tonics. If John gets into a gunfight, he just runs around or else he accidentally punches a npc.

People presume he knows what he’s doing but John has no idea. Oh and John spends all his gold on clothing and things for his horse so he has very little money.

Micah

You might think Micah’s that player that immediately kills everyone but he isn’t. He spends most of his time looking for other players and when he finds someone, he gives them a pelt.

Sure it’s only a one star pelt but he’s a low level player so he isn’t much of a threat. He follows them around, helps them take out any bounty hunters or lawmen and eventually they start to trust him.

And that’s when Micah gets out his explosive ammo and completely destroys everything and anything the player has. Usually the player kills him about 10 times afterwards and Micah rage quits.

Bill

Bill just wants to be left alone in rdo and wants to buy the different breeds of horses. If he sees a player come up on the mini map he SPRINTS in the opposite direction. 

He never has any money so although he tries his best to save up to buy more horses, it’s gonna take him a long time. 

Bill dies on every. single. mission. Seriously, even if he has an entire posse with him, Bill always dies and usually it’s through his own clumsiness. Yeah he needs to work on making sure he throws the dynamite away from his character.

Sadie

Sadie is an expert at the showdown series. She rarely plays free roam because there isn’t a lot of action there unless you do a mission, and even at that it’s not enough action for Sadie.

She’s successfully completed the call of arms missions in all the different locations by herself because she thinks doing it with other players fuck it up for her. 

When they added more legendary bounties she did them all within a day but Sadie thinks they got a little repetitive after a while.

Mary-Beth

Mary-Beth is the ultimate griefer. She bottles up all of her anger and frustrations she feels during the day and lets them all out the second she’s playing rdo.

Yup, she’s the player that hogties other players and puts them on the train tracks. If she’s feeling particularly evil, she’ll even do some emotes while they’re waiting for the train.

Mary-Beth doesn’t take the game seriously which is why she finds griefing very easy to do. Oh and of course she giggles whenever a player parleys with her or sends her an angry message.

Javier

Javier does each daily challenge every day. It takes him a while to get them all done so that’s all he really focuses on. 

Sometimes he’ll play a few rounds of the elimination games when its x2 on money or xp but he sticks to staying in free-roam a lot of the time.

He was very excited for the new Blood Money update and now he gets triggered whenever he hears someone mention ‘capitale’

[dailyjavierdoodles]

day 48 - Javistair

[harlow1898]

@daily-escuella requested Arthur seeing a ghost so I wanted to post this on Halloween lol

Thank you for the request it was so fun to draw!! Requests are still open :>

[wholesomecowboy]

SPEAKING OF BREAST FEEDING! Can we talk about Javier just... sucking away at your boob as y’all slow fuck? Like... you finally got the baby to go to sleep, you finally have a chance to be intimate again, and just to make it all the more heated, he just sucks away at you; says how sweet your milk tastes.... 👀

[waiting-for-motivation]

the grizzly mountains

summary: After helping Jack build a snowman, (Y/n) sneaks off with her beloved mexican outlaw.

pairings: Javier Escuella x Reader, Jack Marston

warnings: fluff, kissing, making out

words: 917

a/n: Hope you enjoy this fic of sweet boi Javi <33

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

With the blizzard finally gone, the camp is starting to come back to life. Arthur and Charles left this morning to go hunting. Some outlaws warm up at the campfire, while others follow their daily routines. Jack laughs at the sight of his favorite aunt. (Y/n) greets him with a tight hug, even lifting the boy and spinning him around. She would love to join the men on their hunting trips or patrol, but she also knows that the camp needs her here, that Jack needs her. He needs some distraction from his injured father.

“I‘ve got something for you, kid“, (Y/n) says with excitement in her voice. Reaching underneath her poncho, she shows Jack a carrot as well as a scarf. “Stole this one from Pearson, and the scarf from Dutch. This is our little secret, Jack“, she explains with a wide smile. “And I borrowed uncle Arthurs hat!“ Jack claps his hands happily as (Y/n) places the hat on top of his messy hair.

“Let‘s build a snowman, auntie“, Jack exclaims and starts rolling a snowball until it’s big enough. With his aunts help, he places two other snowballs on top. (Y/n) lifts the boy, so that Jack can give the snowman a face with Pearson’s carrot as well as a few stones. They place Dutch’s scarf around its neck and Arthur’s hat on top of its head. “He looks like one of us!“

As they continue to finalize their outlaw snowman with stones and sticks, Javier returns from patrol on his horse. He is halfway frozen to death, but the sight of his beloved (Y/n) warms his heart. With a smile on his lips, Javier takes care of Boaz, removing saddle and bridle. His back is facing the camp, so he doesn‘t notice the snowball fight between most of the girls. Tilly started it, hitting the back of (Y/n)’s head. The snowball fight quickly escalates. Jack loves every second of it, forgetting about his sad mother and injured father.

A scream reaches Javier’s ears. His worry for the whole camp causes him to turn around. Unfortunately, a snowball hits him right in the face. His eyes stay closed for a few seconds, until he wipes away the cold snow, staring right at (Y/n). She presses her lips together in a line. Then she starts laughing and runs away. Without thinking twice, Javier follows her and quickly catches up with her. Around the corner of a hut, he grabs (Y/n) by the waist and presses her against the wall.

“Got you, querida“, Javier whispers against her ear. He places a quick kiss to her cheek, soft giggles leave her mouth. One of his gloved hands caresses the spot on her cheek he just kissed. Their eyes meet and Javier can feel his whole body warm up. “Did you get in trouble whilst I was gone?“ (Y/n) shakes her head with a laugh and leans forward to meet Javier’s cold lips. Although she is the one pressed against the back of the hut, (Y/n) deepens the kiss and places her hands on Javier’s neck. The outlaw groans. (beloved)

“One second, querida“, Javier mumbles into the kiss and, reluctantly, takes a step backwards. He moves his left hand to his mouth, removing his glove with his teeth. Javier takes her in, noticing one of his ponchos on her. A grin forms on his lips as he touches the soft material. Then his cold fingers move to her cheek before his lips return to hers. Javier presses himself as close as possible against his love, letting his gloveless hand move from (Y/n)’s cheek to the poncho she stole from him and underneath her jacket. A gasp leaves (Y/n)’s lips, therefor Javier bites her lower lip.

“It‘s too cold, Javi“, (Y/n) whimpers as Javier’s cold fingers caress her naked skin. Her whole body starts to shiver, and she leans her head against the wall, breaking their kiss. Javier takes his chance and starts kissing her neck.

“I can think of a few things to keep you warm, bonita“, Javier says in a flirty tone, winking at (Y/n) with a wide smile. His lips meet hers once again, but their make out session gets interrupted by someone calling for (Y/n). Both sigh in disappointment, eventually part and take a look around the corner. (Y/n) winces as she lays eyes on Dutch, Arthur and Pearson, all reunited with the stuff she stole. Arthur kneels in front of Jack who is pointing directly at Javier and (Y/n). (beautiful)

“What have you done?“, Javier asks as he meets Dutch’s disappointed eyes. The three outlaws make their way towards the couple. The snow scrunches underneath their heavy boots. (Y/n) laughs full of distress, takes Javier’s hand and drags him away. “What have you done, querida?“

After running through the whole camp and causing some chaos, they finally hide behind the makeshift stables. They can see their breath in the cold air. “I might have stolen a few things for Jacks outlaw snowman“, (Y/n) admits while breathing heavily. She leans against Javier, who has an arm wrapped around her waist. He places a kiss on her forehead.

“You have no idea how much I love you. Tú eres perfecto, bonita!“, Javier confesses and presses (Y/n) closer to his chest. Her arms wrap around him, and she hides her face in his poncho. (You are perfect, beautiful!)

“Te amo, Javi!“, (Y/n) breathes with the sweetest accent Javier ever heard. (I love you, Javi!)

[12timetraveler]

One of my friends shared this picrew and I just had to do it.

Tag a few friends who you want to see do this picrew too.

It's too damn cute.

Imma tag @ttuesday @daily-escuella @dweebpheles @kitty-the-outlaw and anyone who wants to do it. (no pressure)

[amorgansgal]

Hi! I'm new to the rdr2 fandom and I was wondering if you have any recommendations on who to follow if I want to follow more writers in the fandom (besides yourself of course), both reader-insert stuff but also just non-reader-insert fics?

I love your blog btw!

Hello and welcome to the fandom! :) There are so many great, talented creators to follow on here that I honestly feel a bit bad about not including more people. I would definitely recommend following these folks and then seeing who they are following/posting from/etc because there's some amazing writers, artists and creators in the RDR2 fandom and I don't doubt that I've missed people off.

(Also, anyone who sees the post, feel free to promote yourself or other people in the fandom. Sorry again if I have missed you)!

@verai-marcel - They have some wonderful fics. I highly recommend their RDR2 modern AU fics and their Neighbourly Affection series is wonderful.

@mistermxrgan - A RP blog run by @f--hawk. They absolutely nail Arthur's characterisation and they're an all round sweet, amazing person.

@kitty-the-outlaw - Fantastic fics and if Micah is more your cup of tea this is definitely the person to go to! They are also really lovely and kind and were super welcoming when I turned up! :D

@its-deputy-caleb - They've got some gorgeous headcanons and wonderful fanfictions. If you're looking for Morbell then their blog is definitely one to check out.

@norafike - Ngl I have no clue who Lemuel Fike is. I still read all their fics because they're just that good. Making me enjoy a ship so much, even when I don't know who one of the characters is, is a remarkable skill!

@daily-escuella - This person annoys me, because not only are they an immensely talented artist, but they also write gorgeous stuff too! Like that's not fair, be skilled at one thing like the rest of us! But in all seriousness they have some brilliant fics and they're super lovely.

@htyhtiasmmsibijt - Great writer and has done some beautiful one shots about Arthur's younger days. Highly recommend. Also they wrote me an amazing smutty fic and I was blushing like a tomato, it's so good!

@12timetraveler - They're a big fan of Hosea, so if you like soft, Papa Hosea I would definitely recommend. Loved their Bound For You fic about Hosea and Bessie Matthews, it was so sweet. Be prepared to cry though!

@ttuesday - I respect this person so much and I am so envious of their headcanons. They're so fucking good and they put in so much effort. Like if mine can ever be as good as theirs, I will cry!

@outlaw-scribble - They have some incredible fics inspired by prompts. I don't think there's ever been anything I didn't enjoy reading by them.

@coldmorte - For all your Dutch Van Der Linde and VanderMorgan needs! I wasn't the biggest Dutch fan when I got here, but they definitely helped change my mind!

@reddeaddesolation - Very apt name, they keep coming up with headcanons and fics that make me cry! Their John Marston one where he has night terrors just destroyed me.