#John Marson

[roamingtigress]

OK but imagine the RDR2 characters playing the sport of curling. Certain character combinations would be dynamite on the ice, be it in the four person game, Mixed Doubles, Mixed.

[heart-of-gold-outlaw]

Reader, on stage at the saloon in Valentine, wrapped in a glittery cape, back to the audience: "She'll be coming around the mountain when she comes..."

Reader: *turns around*

Reader: "She'll be coming around the mountain when she comes..."

John, to Arthur: "What on earth is Y/N doing up there?"

Arthur: "Ain't got a clue, Marston."

Reader: "She'll be coming around the mountain, she'll be coming 'round the mountain, she'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes..."

*They drop their cape, revealing a very scandalous costume*

Reader: "She'll be driving six white horses when she comes. She'll be driving six white horses when she comes. She'll be driving six white horses, she'll be driving six white horses, she'll be driving six white horses when she comes."

Arthur and John: 0.0

[scarfacemarston]

Reblog in time for Halloween! Part 3 coming up!

Halloween with the Van Der Linde’s - Part Deux

This is part 2 of a Halloween post I did a while back. There are some lame memes of mine that reference part 1 but it’s of course not a necessity to read the first part. If you want to read it - here it is. Arthur - a pilot from Top Gun - he always thought it would be cool to fly and he loved the movie growing up. He thought about becoming a pilot himself as he loved freedom. However, he hated the idea of joining the air force and he didn’t want to be a commercial pilot.

Dutch and Molly - Molly *really* wants to do Bonnie and Clyde. Badly. So badly. Dutch thinks the idea is too basic. He thought about doing Elvis briefly. Finally, Dutch decided on King Henry VIII and Molly as a princess. Henry VIII was known for his romantic notions of courtly gentlemanly love and all things grand…….but is more famous for how his wives ended up and his politics. (No, that’s not commentary on Dutch but I suppose you could make an argument for some minor similarities). Molly’s dress is indeed based on the deleted Ball Gown dress.

Hosea- David Bowie 100%. He loved David Bowie for decades and since people have said he resembled David, he thought, why not?

John - Like every year, he didn’t want to dress up. He finally “forced himself” to choose a Yellowstone employee shirt….which then caused the family to goad him into adding pizass to his costume…which was a jacket and some spurs.

Abigail -Lara Croft, She watched the kids in one of her foster homes played Tomb Raider and she loved it. She always wanted to be like Lara. The only thing she changed was the shorts into longer pants.

”’My legs get cold, Gosh dang it!”

Sadie - She saw Pearson and Charles dress up like pirates last year and knew she could do a better job. You bet she’d be the most bad ass pirate queen you’ve ever seen….her epilogue outfit even looks like a pirate’s outfit. 

Charles - A Jedi and he’s comfortable as hell. He was a comfy pirate last year and intends to be comfty again. He almost convinces Arthur to join him, especially since “Jedi fly ships”. Star Wars gave Charles a lot of comfort growing up and he stills enjoys it through the ups an downs. Then Uncle appears….

Uncle -  is a Jedi, too doing bad Obi-Wan Kenobi impressions…….just to follow Charles around and annoy him.

 Sean, Lenny and Javier - the three Spider-Men so they can do the Spider-Men pointing meme….just with three Spider-men! Lenny’s back up was Marty McFly, Sean’s back up was Elton John and Javier’s back up was Legolas. Yes, I FIRMLY believe Javier is a “nerd” in the best of ways. 

Jack - wanted to be involved, but remembered he was spiderman last year and the year before that so now he’s decided he’s Batman. He was not allowed to watch the Robert Pattinson film, but he’s watched the Kevin Conroy original Batman the Animated Series and loved it.

Kieran - One of the classic Riddler styles, baby! He loves that Jack is Batman - the same version he grew up with. He tells lame riddles all night which annoys some of the gang members, but Jack has a ton of fun trying to figure them out.

Josiah Trelawny - lost a bet and did not get to pick his outfit. He was horrified until…….it was the ladies who picked it out. They picked out Dr. Stephen Strange.

Tilly, Karen and Mary-Beth - Charlie’s Angels. Mary-Beth wanted it last year and they didn’t do it so she INISTED this year. Note: I l literally do NOT know ANYTHING about Charlie’s Angels except that Farrah Fawcett was extremely famous because of it. If you know how to match characters to their personalities, go ahead!

Susan Grimshaw - Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. It’s a fun costume with so many different interpretations so she gets to pick what pieces she wants.

Micah - the Joker Heath Ledger version because he likes doing the impressions. He is monitored around Jack. (Oops, didn’t know I had 3 batman characters on here. Sorry, but I think it works!)

Mr. Pearson - Bob’s Burger and people actually like it! 

Reverend Swanson - Gandalf. He has a rivalry with the “Star Wars nerds”, but it’s all in good fun.

Leopold Strauss - doesn’t dress up. He thinks it’s a waste of time. Some of the less festive gang members agree with him. However, he does hand out items like pencils which….is useful at least?

Bill - Freddy Kruger - but does not wear the mask around Jack and his sister. He wants to be able to choose when he’s scary and when he’s not…besides, the Marstons and co would kick his ass. (Jack would probably think it’s cool, though.) (Doing a collage image because watch someone report me for posting a horror costume lol I know people who have been reported for less.)

Rufus -  Jack and Abigail decide Rufus will use his good boyness for good and make up for John’s lack of celebration.

Amelia Marston - My name for Abigail and John’s daughter. Abigail and John want to raise a strong little lady so who better than a feminist icon like Rosie the Riveter? (To those who don’t know, Rosie the Riveter was a World War II propaganda figure who encouraged all women to work outside of the home for the war effort - usually in factories.

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Unwelcome

directed by Jon Wright, 2023

[geekcavepodcast]

The Power Trailer

Based on the novel by Naomi Alderman, The Power is set in the regular world with one giant change. “Suddenly, and without warning, teenage girls develop the power to electrocute people at will. The Power follows a cast of remarkable characters from London to Seattle, Nigeria to Eastern Europe, as the Power evolves from a tingle in teenagers’ collarbones to a complete reversal of the power balance of the world.” (Prime Video) 

The cast of The Power includes Toni Collette, John Leguizamo, Auli’i Cravalho, Toheeb Jimoh, Josh Charles, Eddie Marsan, Ria Zmitrowicz, Zrinka Cvitešić, and Halle Bush. Raelle Tucker serves as showrunner.

The Power releases on Prime Video on March 31, 2023.

[thedoctorwhocompanion]

Coming Soon: Me & Him & Who CD and Download, About John Nathan-Turner

Coming Soon: Me & Him & Who CD and Download, About #DoctorWho Producer, John Nathan-Turner

Want to know more about the life of 1980s Doctor Who producer, John Nathan-Turner? A new audio drama tells the details of his final years alongside his partner (and Who production manager), Gary Downie, as Nathan-Turner battled addiction and Downie fought cancer. The drama is written by Paradise Towers and The Greatest Show in the Galaxy scribe, Stephen Wyatt. Here’s the synopsis for Me & Him &…

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OHHHH, MY GOSH. ABSOLUTE TRANS BOY GENDER EUPHORIA walked past the mirror and thought I saw a young John Marson. May be too high of a complement, but oh boy!! >u<

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guysi love! Red dead redemption 1! *eyes twitcbi ng* i love... This game.. Soawesome.. *biting at my cell bars*i love John marson.. T

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RDR2 CHARACTERS AS THE MAJOR ARCANA (PT. 5 OF MANY)

I’ve been really digging tarot lately, and finding a lot of comfort/joy indulging in the universe’s energies, so I figured I would try my hand at assigning each of the main gang (with some exceptions) to one of the major arcana, as well as giving my personal interpretations of how it fits. Note: For this post, I’ve dipped into my own deck (Raven Rogue’s Tarotorial), and will be pulling the imagery-specific elements from them. I will cite things as such “Insert text here [Source Name].” Regardless, the actual applications to the plotlines and characters is my own and is my opinion. To cut down on the length of these posts, I’ve privately paired up gang members that I either think provide a good foil for one another, or those that I just think pair well in terms of discussion. This section will be copy-pasted across all the posts in this series for sake of clarity.

JAVIER ESCUELLA - TEMPERANCE

Temperance is all about balance and the harmony of dualities. This card shows an angel with one foot on dry land, and the other dipping into a body of water, which is symbolic of the unity between the material and spiritual realms [Tarotorial; Card Imagery].

Javier is a character that I feel showcases the idea of duality and vicious cycles. Upright, the card often draws from that imagery to convey ideas of patience and perspective. In his past, and even as we see him throughout the events of RDR2 and RDR, we see that showcased in his work. For example, before being a member of the Van der Linde gang, he was a revolutionary fighitng against a corrupt capitalist system because of what he had seen that system do (re: his uncle and the four men who were murdered). Likewise, when he and Arthur attempted to rob a stagecoach in Nevada, they let it go once they'd seen it was full of women and children. However, throughout the later narrative, we see that balance start to slip and lean into more hasty and even reckless territory. His unending loyalty to Dutch becomes his downfall, though we do also see that there is a hestitancy in outright abandoning those who are "betraying" Dutch (re: fleeing from the chase, not aiming at those before him, etc). His narrative is, in a way, a balancing act. Does he hold true to his morals, or does he "bite the hand that [fed] him"? After all, it's hinted at that a prominent reason he does ally himself to Dutch when push comes to shove is that he himself feels betrayed after Dutch shows his true colors.

JOHN MARSON - THE CHARIOT

The Chariot depicts a person inside a vehicle being driven by two sphinxes. It signifies surmounting obstacles and moving forward in a positive direction [Tarotorial; Card Imagery].

John is caught between two important forces: the gang, and his family. We can see after he comes back to the gang, both before and after the near-death experience with the wolves, that he did want to do better by his family. We can also see, however, that after being taken out of commission due to his injuries, he comes back with a fire to "prove" himself to those around him. This results in a perpetually moving kind of dynamic, like that of the Chariot continually moving and being driven by the two sphinxes. While the nature of the direction can be argued (positive, negative, a weaving mixture of the two), he is still moving in a direction that he perceives as positive. As one that proves his worthy, with how much he tries to throw his hat in for Dutch and make up for time lost. Of course, this ultimately does him more harm than good throughout the narrative of Red Dead Redemption 2 (and in RDR, where he does attempt to slow the roll but ultimately gets pulled back into the conflict).

[agere-fandom]

regressor!john marston!!

note; JDSFIABDKJSBDASB- I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF WITH MORE HEADCANONS FOR MY FAVOURITE PIECE OF MEDIA RIGHT NOW (and theres far more coming) Omg, I love John so much, like he's so goofy oml- /lh anyways, himb!! sweet boy- has done no wrong at all- totally did not die nooooo- he lives with his wife and child in happy times guys, trust me- /lh

headcanons; (cw; diapers and nursing (SFW)!!)

John is a infant/newborn regressor and his age range is 0 - 3 (it's also a chance he may regress way older to tween/teen ages, around 8 - 12)

He's mostly a massive grump, but not the tantrum type. Though he gives a lot of sass, even as a newborn (he was born with the sass tbh /j). It's mostly if he's with anyone else that isn't Abigail (or Arthur) and will make his (babbles) voice known about what he dislikes, like his usual big self

He's considered the youngest and oldest regressor. Both for being a newborn and a teen LAMO. He's mostly caught being very small, since that's what he (secretly) loves. But it's not as much as seeing him as a teen either, both very equal. He's never said it out loud, but he loves being a newborn, being curled up and safe with no worries? Hell yeah!

Speaking of being a newborn, as any infant would, John nurses. From Abigail, of course. It's his favorite time when being small, really, and it's what makes him want to regress more smaller. Being in a rocking chair and being nursed is such a delight. The thing is, is how HUNGRY John can get, but Abigail's to blame here. She's always wanting her baby full, so she gets him full, even going so far as to getting fat rolls onto John. But she loves it.

⬇️ Also, diapers! If anyone's having them on, it's John. He doesn't mind them, he just hates wearing a dirty one for long periods of time. Luckly, Momma's got his back. But she's veryyyy teasing about it too him, like "are you giving your momma another reason to clean you, mister?" or "john marson, are you getting yourself messy on purpose?" or something like that. He usually doesn't know when he goes, he just does. And it's usually while he's nursing. But he wants to be warm all over

Arthur to John is what he's always been, a big brother. For their relationship, it doesn't really change when John's small. And Arthur's always the number one babysitter for little Johnny. But he LOVES teasing, and teasing John especially. Light teasing and mocking to get John fussy is enough, or even a reaction, which he always gives. Even so, Arthur still loves his baby brother... in his own ways (John hates him, lovingly)

Dutch and Hosea are still what they were to him while he was growing up with them around. Father figure's, of course. John personally goes more towards Dutch when caretaking, but that doesn't mean he loves Hosea too. But (for me) he spent more time around Dutch growing up, so being around him brings John those fuzzy feelings again

While being small, I do think that this is the time that John really gets to bond with Jack. Even though the boy doesn't know what's going on or what this whole, regression thing is, he just shrugs it off and lets his uncles and aunts be. John is able to be more open with Jack and they get to talk about all the books Jack likes. Also, bedtime stories with Momma! She loves reading to her boys and will do so anytime they ask <3

He usually hates sleeping by himself, even though he has a whole nursery too himself. He's gotta sleep with Momma. Which she doesn't mind, but she's been trying to get him to sleep through the night in his own crib. But he still, mostly, sleeps next to her. And he even has his own bedside cribs for himself!

⬇️ (Headcanon moment!!) Hosea had done a bit of carpentry in the past, but never pursued in it properly. Later on, he decided to give it another try, and so, the first thing he made was that bedside crib for John, as well as a few toys and baby furniture here and there, and you better believe John was tearing up at the sight of it.

An example of Arthur's teasing to John is of whenever he lets himself wear anything pink or has pigtails for his hair. So, Arthur goes around and calls him 'Princess Marston' for most of that time. He doesn't care if it's in private or public, he's going to tease his baby brother. Like, "oh, please gather around for the royal entrance of princess marston!' or 'please, let the royal princess pick and choose as he pleases, he's the only royal here'

[roamingtigress]

Might have had another RDR2 dream where it was essentially the 1980s Roar movie but with cowboys instead of big cats :P

Micah dragged me into camp like a caveman's wife (complete with club). Susan grabbed me away from Micah by the hair, and Jack BIT me on the leg and called mean mean mean. Dutch pounce-tripped me like a big cat and once I was on the ground, smothered me with cuddles and not caring I twisted my ankle. Purse went flying, Hosea grabbed it, took my wallet, and threw my phone to Arthur.

John and Arthur fought over the phone (John bit Arthur). Sadie stole my purse, and when I tried to get it back, she hissed at me. Charles threw a chair. Pearson threw a fish and an onion at me because he heard I liked fish.

[lands-of-fantasy]

Emma

Classic and loose adaptions from 1972, 1995, 1996 (x2), 2009, 2013, 2020

The fourth of Jane Austen’s novels, first published in 1815, has had many adaptions over the years. The ones pictured above are detailed below:

Emma (1972 Miniseries)

6 episodes x 45min Written by Denis Constanduros, directed by John Glenister

Starring Doran Godwin as Emma Woodhouse, John Carson as Mr. George Knightley, Debbie Bowen as Harriet Smith, Timothy Peters as Mr. Philip Elton, Robert East as Frank Churchill,  Ania Marson as Jane Fairfax, among others

Clueless (1995 Film)

Loose adaption set in modern Beverly Hills, USA Written and directed by Amy Heckerling

Alicia Silverstone as Cher Horowitz (Emma), Paul Rudd as Josh Lucas (Knightley), Stacey Dash as Dionne Davenport, Brittany Murphy as Tai Frasier (Harriet), Jeremy Sisto as Elton Tiscia, Justin Walker as Christian Stovitz (Frank), among others

Emma (1996 Film)

Written and directed by Douglas McGrath

Gwyneth Paltrow as Emma Woodhouse, Jeremy Northam as Mr. George Knightley, Toni Collette as Harriet Smith, Alan Cumming as Philip Elton, Ewan McGregor as Frank Churchill, Polly Walker as Jane Fairfax, among others

Emma (1996 TV Film)

Written by Andrew Davies, directed by Diarmuid Lawrence

Kate Beckinsale as Emma Woodhouse, Mark Strong as Mr. George Knightley, Samantha Morton as Harriet Smith, Dominic Rowan as Mr. Philip Elton, Raymond Coulthard as Frank Churchill, Olivia Williams as Jane Fairfax, among others

Emma (2009 Miniseries)

4 episodes x 58min Written by Sandy Welch, directed by Jim O'Hanlon

Starring Romola Garai as Emma Woodhouse, Jonny Lee Miller as Mr. George Knightley, Louise Dylan as Harriet Smith, Michael Gambon as Mr. Henry Woodhouse, Blake Ritson as Mr. Philip Elton, Rupert Evans as Frank Churchill, Laura Pyper as Jane Fairfax, Jefferson Hall as Robert Martin, among others

Emma Approved (2013-14 Webseries)

95 episodes x 4-8min, available on Youtube Loose adaption set in modern US, told in a vlog format

Created by Bernie Su, from Pemberley Digital

Starring Joanna Sotomura as Emma Woodhouse, Brent Bailey as Alex Knightley, Dayeanne Hutton as Harriet Smith, James Brent Isaacs as Bobby Martin, Paul Stuart as James Elton, Stephen A. Chang as Frank Churchill, Tyra Colar as Jane Fairfax, among others

While the series is a follow-up to The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, it stands on its own.

Emma (2020 Film)

Written by Eleanor Catton, directed by Autumn de Wilde

Anya Taylor-Joy as Emma Woodhouse, Johnny Flynn as Mr. George Knightley, Mia Goth as Harriet Smith, Bill Nighy as Mr, Woodhouse, Josh O'Connor as Mr. Philip Elton, Callum Turner as Frank Churchill, Amber Anderson as Jane Fairfax, among others

*****

Personal favorite: 2009 But also: 1996 (Theatrical Film), Emma Approved

P.S.: 2020′s pretty popular, from what I’ve seen. I’ve enjoyed it myself, but it’s not among my favorite.

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Names generated from the names of USA presidents and vice-presidents, combined with the names of Roman emperors

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Ballai Bardian Barian Barin Basdos Bider Bidge Binus Blian Blield Brian Brius Bucheodrius Burelarius Burey Burius Burrebon Burtill Calagan Calbales Calber Calent Caleviand Callanas Candrianas Canovemius Carce Carding Cardius Caron Carry Chaembenew Challac Chamalevi Chard Chardius Cheron Chuberan Chuyley Cleran Cliancolfai Clidece Clison Colfairo Colius Commy Compkin Conaft Conalus Conian Coosephonio Curting Dalhon Dallaurew Damerius Dandro Dandromit Dawer Dawespiency Deckefedy Dence Denus Dicks Diderbersh Didge Diosius Diustus Dommonian Donan Donikeney Donry Dontin Dorey Dwigus Dwiliannion Dwillmon Elsonaft Faing Faire Faximilinus Ferahamitus Fientin Filison Fillmodonal Foretinroun Forius Fraite Frakinus Fraklon Fratillan Gabren Gabrin Galert Garcemin Garsono Geodust Getasianks Getrus Glybraklon Glyce Glyndrius Glyssenjan Goranianus Gordidge Goris Grakin Grakios Grald Granneley Grantian Granumer Gratingtont Gromp Hadanover Hadios Haemocleo Hamanuayles Hamardius Harcart Harce Harcus Harklonroe Haron Harougulin Hartobus Hayler Heelle Hemberius Hemicius Hemilicince Heodomales Heodord Heodus Heraphic Herillison Herius Hershamax Hershence Homulus Honry Hoodono Hooln Horanus Hougus Howas Howeran Humber Hurenrinton Irbaley Irber Isaarcius Isevel Jamaximick Jamenner Jamius Jannes Jantius Jimilla Jimius Jimmonalber Joanklever Joanuman Johns Johnst Jorew Jovelt Jovenustan Julagnus Julara Juliatinus Julidger Julight Julin Julint Julus Julybrius Kames Kefer Keffeder Kince Kincy Kinian Lenerbas Lenuel Leodos Leriantios Lerick Leveran Leves Lexan Lianton Lidemikos Linus Lischalban Liseptiscus Lycemius Macinike Macitus Mackiock Macksonson Madawer Madidge Madio Madlaur Madrinallin Majackios Majoanuayle Maley Malla Manius Marace Maratioses Marcinios Marfield Marler Marlexan Marley Marout Marreptinus Marson Martrus Masion Maugh Mauridge Maxen Maxenderma Maxennian Maxenton Maximicks Maxios Mcksonrius Mentograck Milian Minielson Mitus Mocard Modroolk Monannikos Monio Morebon Mortical Nalespastic Nalius Nanuary Natinus Neran Neratilic Nerianting Nerin Neroe Nibill Niken Niostack Nosil Nuarrelson Oballis Obarius Oburry Ocracalla Othower Otobasharus Pasil Penjan Penstin Petitus Philing Philla Phite Phoctor Phort Phout Phroclinus Phroe Piennius Pierterce Pikos Pikosius Porge Preck Preney Prent Prenus Priam Prianus Pubeney Puber Puberson Publa Publippike Pupient Pupierought Pupirbasius Pupiroma Quart Quary Quincolius Quingtogro Quiniatiate Quinus Relted Repting Robarcheeld Robenjan Robus Romilianord Rondorting Ronionike Roolk Rounalucius Scham Scump Scustabas Senew Sentonasius Sepupien Seven Sever Seves Sevitincy Spiel Stabam Stanius Stant Staureckson Tabrison Tacarcump Tasiancump Taudios Tayleo Thember Thembert Themiling Themilla Themon Thenton Theodomary Therian Theridge Threntonios Throno Thros Thublastan Thublincoln Thumens Thuyle Thuyler Ticard Ticemian Timmorecks Tinius Titushitus Traklexion Trobenerry Tronian Trustano Tylerian Tyley Tylore Tylos Ulaudius Ulielter Ulinus Ulush Unash Uniant Uniatilla Unikos Vacharsh Vackin Vacrius Valus Vanincy Venst Verforing Viter Walexan Waliand Wallippiel Warac Warincon Warklon Warson Warus Wasdon Wasius Wastancy Whertintin Whight Whilius Whillan Whinus Whitus Wight Willianus Woodus Wooliand Woovinus Zacian Zackeffel Zacks Zacril Zenus

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Broken Doll Part 2

Josiah Trelawny could create wonders with his hands; appearing cards, disappearing rabbits, a burst of blue flame or a fluttering bird all from seemingly nothing. But true magic, he felt came from people. They spun and weaved a wonder by simply existing.

In the way they moved, the way they smiled and laughed, in words and mannerisms they made magic. They could bewitch, enchant, inspire, terrify and horrify with simple words and gestures. He called it their song, so easy to move people to tears, to evoke emotion, but one we must all learn to dance to.

And Trelawny loved to dance.

Each step and pace evoked joy, excitement and anticipation for what the next step could be. Over the years he'd become a master. Supping up their gestures, movements, and accents into himself and then incorporating them into different songs and dances he then weaved into his life.

A twist of a smile and lowered eyes evoked endearment, but turn his head another degree it crackled danger. Chest out and chin up puffed up a flair confidence, tilt your head down and it ushered in a mystery. Every step he learned and every one he treasured, because beyond loving the dance, Trelawny loved people more.

The very existence of humans he found to be fascinating, and often, like today, he found himself sitting at the very edge of this marvelous band of merry men, smoking his pipe and watching and admiring people at their best; just being people.

This early morning, Uncle was swaggering across the green, bottle in hand and face flushed red. He noted the stagger, the limp and sway, the uncurled fingers and eyes glassy from drink. It was a common song for old Uncle – the gurgle and gaggle of the alcohol. But when he was not swept up in drink it bubbled like the brook of a water stream with humour and wit, rather than gurgling like a drunkard.

An Irishman and a Mexican sat around the campfire, one with a guitar the other with a voice that wobbled around the sweetness of Irish tunes. Sean’s arms were wide, his smile wider than that, his teasing and silliness almost contagious. Nothing hidden behind a face so open it could be read like a book. Javier was smaller, his song a hum more than a ballad or a lyric, but still so sweet to the world. He noted hunched shoulders, strands of hair falling around a rough face and a tenderness to his features that made his heart ache.

“You should join in, Johnny!” Sean called, his voice filled with mirth.

“No, thank you!” John Marston observed the two under the coolness of a tree, his shoulders hunched and body still, his song was sweet with pipes and a trill, yet deadly like a viper’s strike. It always brought to mind a wolf, beautiful in its environment but wicked in its vengeance.

Like an angry falcon, Abigail swept in and Marson across the head. Marston started, his peace ruined by the tongue of his lady.

“If you’re not going to join in, then go and be useful!”

Strong like stone, she was, he adored her. Steady and firm, rock solid and smooth like a silver flute, she rarely said anything out of place and listened before speaking. Her manner could easily have slipped into a palace had she had the upbringing. Another swat and Marston was on his way to the woodcutter’s block.

“Should have hidden behind the tree, Marston!”

Dutch - warm and resonating Dutch - watched on with a bemused expression. His song enchanted, it could swing murderers to repent, bring courage to the fearful and hope to the lost. Trelawny loved his song, adored his manner and sophistication. It brought to mind an English Lord of high nobility and higher honour – and as versatile as a violin.

“Or just do the damn chores,” Hosea muttered beside their leader. Ah, Hosea. If Dutch was a Lord, then he was certainly his royal advisor. A well of wisdom and kindness, understanding, a harp. It would always be a harp. The instrument of bards, keepers of knowledge.

And there was Charles with his drum-beat words and a buck swinging over his shoulder. Clear, concise, to the point, and nothing to hide - refreshing and smooth. Pearson was far more relaxed, his words rough and crass, not the most beautiful song but one vibrant with life and passionate. He could name them each, their respective places in the orchestra and everyday he watched them perform, using their voices, their manner and song in harmony made from both rhythm and chaos.

Ah, so romantic, he thought not that he'd have it any other way. Trelawny loved to dance, but there was a satisfaction in simply appreciating the music.

Taking a long drag from his pipe he leaned back and turned his head just so to observe their newest member.

Not six feet away sat Mary-Beth. She was a petite little thing, barely sixteen with mousy brown hair tied up in bun. Her face was still covered in light bruising where a blackguard had struck her for stealing a watch. Besides being a lady, she was also an omega he'd learned from Dutch only an hour or so ago, and Trelawny despised anyone who struck omegas. They had enough trouble in the world as it was.

But she was new, which meant a new song, a new dance and there truly was nothing sweeter than learning the steps of a new dance for the very first time.

“What are you reading, my dear?”

Mary-Beth’s head snapped up, her whole body jumping with some fright. Trelawny relaxed his posture and offered a kind smile, “Forgive me, my dear, I did not mean to startle you.”

Her surprise faded into a soft smile and a giggle, “It’s okay, I was just enjoying my book!”

“So I can see!” he sat up and leaned a little closer, “What is it about?”

“Oh…” a pink blush washed over her cheeks, “You’ll find it silly, Mr Trelawny!”

“Nonsense!” he waved a sharp hand, “Any reading is good reading in my opinion, having a nose in a book can only expand horizons! Now tell me a little about it. I’m quite curious and I shan’t give up until you tell me!”

Again he was awarded with a giggle, “It’s just a silly romance…”

He gasped, placing a hand over his chest in mock shock, “Romance is never silly! At the end of the day, it’s really all we have!” he leaned a little closer, “Is it very good?”

She pursed her lips, another pretty blush flushing over her cheeks, “It’s about omegas, and um, soul mates.”

He leaned back in his chair with a contented sigh, “Now that is a lovely romance. Two souls meant for one another, so much so that when they do bond it is of such magnitude that it changes the course of history.” His heart twanged, but he ignored it, “Such a beautiful concept, wouldn’t you say?”

“Oh yes!” she cried shuffling closer on her knees, his skirts becoming soiled with dirt. Not that she seemed to mind. “And this one is so wonderful! A pauper and a prince meeting and falling in love in Paris, and everything is against them to stay together!”

“Oh my, oh my. In Paris?” he asked, noting her eyes sparkling with such joy, her hands curling tightly around her book, such a sweet girl, he thought. “Paris is a wonderful place, filled with life, art and wonder!

Her eyes widened, “You’ve been to Paris?”

“Ouis!” he laughed, “There is no place filled with more splendor and magic than Paris, I’ve found. It is simply magnifique!”

Mary-Beth may as well have been vibrating by this point. Her eyes clear pools of excitement and awe. Trelawny’s heart ached a little at this wonder. He quietly hoped she would keep it for many years yet.

His pipe gasped, he turned a frown on it but quickly reverted his attention back to her. “But, now tell me, how does your story end?”

“I don’t know yet!”

“Well, you simply must come tell me once you do! I do hope for a happy ending!”

“I will Mr Trelawny!”

“Mary-Beth!”

Miss Grimshaw, hands on hips and expressions fierce stood by the fire, her eyes burning as hot as the flames. “Have ya done ya chores yet?”

“Oh!” she scampered up, holding the book behind her back, “Um, no Miss Grimshaw!”

“Well, get to it! The damn potatoes won’t be pealing themselves!”

“Okay!” she said and quickly skuttled to the barrel of potatoes, “Bye Mr Trelawny!”

“Goodbye my dear!” he called waving her off.

“And you!” Grimsahw snapped marching closer. “You should stop filling her head with nonsense! What good do dreams do us when there are mouths to feed?”

“Ah, but dreams feed the soul, Miss Grimshaw!” he laughed, then standing with a flourish he walked over to her to take her hand gently.  “And besides, nonsense is what makes life so very interesting, wouldn’t you agree Madame?” and he pressed a light kiss on her knuckle.

The reaction was instantaneous. Her whole face flushed in a mixture of bashfulness and fury. With a huff she ripped her hand from his grip and stormed away, yelling at Tilly to get the washing up. The young girl jumped a mile in the air and quickly rushed for the clothes line. The bustle of the camp washed over him and Trelawny felt a wonderful sense of contentment ease over him.

Really, if he wasn’t such a wanderer by nature, he’d never leave.

“How the hell do you get away with that?” Dutch was standing on the porch, his expression bemused and frustrated in equal measure. Happily pulled from his reverie Trelawny smiled brightly and walked over.

“It’s all in the presentation, my good man!” he tapped his now dead pipe out on the railing, “And giving her something to be flustered about is not exactly terrible, is it?”

“It is if you use it to get out of doing chores,” Hosea said, still sitting on the steps of the small house, smoking a small cigarette.

“Ah! Caught red handed!” he scuffed his foot on the wet earth, “I believe she wanted me to wash the dishes, not really a job for these hands.” He held up both to show off their delicate skin and bone structure. Not that he minded helping out, but wasghing dishes was absolutely not his forte. He always ended up breaking something. He once broke a tin mug, Dutch has never let him forget it.

Dutch snorted and shook his head. “Be that as it may, it’s good that you’re here for once, been meaning to ask you about that house?” he shifted to lean more heavily against the barrister. This close Josiah noted his usual strong face sagging from exhaustion. His perfectly pomade raven hair disheveled and even his delicately waxed mustache was coming apart. It had been a long few weeks.

“Yes! Of course! I just need three men to help out, but if the information is good, we should have a tidy stash by the end of the week.”

Ditch nodded, “Take Javier, Charles and Arthur. They should do.”

“Excellent! Thank you Dutch!”

“Don’t thank him just yet,” Hosea said, “Miss Gramshaw is heading this way again.”

Sure enough, Grimshaw in all her fiery glory was stalking across the camp, her demeanor brought to mind a rather focused bull. Who could, possibly, spit fire.

“Then that is my cue!” He said already reversing his steps, “Good day gentleman!”

“Bye Josiah!” they called just as he slipped around the side of the house –

And rammed into a solid chest.

“Hey!” Two strong hands shot out to grab his wrists, stopping him from landing right on his rear. Josiah looked slightly down into a dark face, brown eyes shining in the sunlight.

“Charles!” he called untangling himself from the man, “I do appologise, my dear boy! I was em…” he peaked around the corner. Grimshaw was rattling something off to Dutch who appeared amused by her antics.

“Avoiding chores again?”

“What?” he turned back, Charles was smirking, leaning against the house with his strong arms crossed. He was new to the gang, a damn tracker and shot, with sharp eyes and a steadiness to him that reminded Trelawny often of the eternal patience of a mountain. But not without a mischief streak, he'd come to learn. Yet, even while he was teasing you it was extremely difficult not to like the man. As an Alpha, Charles had a natural affinity to protect people, and he truly cared. Trelawny would not be too proud to admit that he had a soft spot for the young man.

“No! Well, yes.” Trelawny sighed, “Dishes? Really?”

Charles shrugged, “Someone needs to do it.”

“Well, that ‘someone’ does not need to be me.” He straightened his jacket, adjusted his hat and turned a bright smile on Charles, “I’ll do another chore, like head into town for provisions.”

“Where you can get a hot bath and a meal at a fancy restaurant?”

“Precisely! Now, if you’ll excuse me –“

A firm hand grabbed his arm, yanking his momentum and making his foot dangle before stepping gently on the soft grass. Josiah turned a frown on him. Charles was smiling.

Josiah cleared his throat, “Was there something else, my young man?”

“Grimshaw asked me to catch you if went around the house.” he said with a sharp little smirk, “Sorry, Mr Trelawny."

“Charles!” he admonished, but he was already reaching for a smoke bomb hidden in his pocket, “You are a traitor to your fellow man!”

He shrugged, pulling him to the corner of the house, that sharp little smirk still in place. “Might be, but…” and here he leaned close, breath practically whispering over his ear.

“I don’t wanna do the dishes either.”

He blamed it on the laughter that burst out of him making his hand fumble. The smoke bomb fell out of his fingers and landed softly between the sprigs of grass. Josiah felt it had betrayed him as much as Charles had at that moment.

“There he is!” Grimshaw said already storming closer with a victorious smile pulling over he features, “Thank you, Mr Smith!”

 “No problem, ma’am,” he said, nodding his head and studiously avoiding Trelawny’s eye line.

“Come along, Mr Trelawny!” she grabbed his arm and physically pulled him to the dishes. “They won’t be washing themselves.”

“I do declare madam!” he struggled against her hand, but it was like a vice, a damned grip of death! “I do not appreciate this manhandling! Charles! I will have your head for this!”

Charles Smith drenched in the glow of a dipping sun, only smiled back. His brown eyes turning almost black and that smile too sweet to be real.

Trelawny’s ire dissipated almost instantly, and even as he was dropped into a chair and handed a dirty plate, that smile alone made it worth it.

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i came here to say something about arthur morgan and john marson but i was distracted with the tag game so i forgot