#Or Eliza for that matter

[108garys]

Man I want one of the player characters in one of these games to be old, not Angela and Charlie in their late 40s old, not even Du'met being a few years shy of 60 old(those characters are are all classified as middle aged), why not Anthony Clarke old? Or the presumably several years older Vince Barnes, or hell the quarry depicts "two days shy of 82" Jedediah Hackett as active and capable and there for I see no reason why old age should be a disqualifying factor

On the flip side I understand a little more why not a playable child as acting/writing/capability is a little more questionable but there have been decent character's in these types of games under 18 for years so we know it's possible

Basically I woke up and thought to myself, meaningful stories/choices are not the sole domain of 18-40 somesthings

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

zombies + text posts

(2 3)

[witchlingcirce]

If Eliza Rosewain and Eleanor Rosewain have any relation to each other that means that the Michael’s and Eliza’s kid would have been the blackthorns cousin 😭

[lafragolina]

just kill me

[softpinkribbons]

I drew both of these. It was cathartic.

First one is called "Trust Issues"©

"And when my time is up

Have I done enough?

Will they tell your story?

Oh, I can't wait to see you again

It's only a matter of time

Will they tell your story? (Time)

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? (Time)

Will they tell your story? (Time)

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?"

Second one is called "The World is Wide Enough"©

"I catch a glimpse of the other side

Laurens leads a soldier's chorus on the other side

My son is on the other side, he's with my mother on the other side

Washington is watching from the other side!

Teach me how to say goodbye

Rise up, rise up, rise up, Eliza

My love, take your time, I'll see you on the other side

Raise a glass to freedom"

[cent-scratchnsniff]

pieces from testing out color i never posted

[kindest-little-fella-in-town]

hi tumblr do u want my no-context galatea (modern au pygm4li0n-based comic i’m making) doodles?

[bellamygate]

pls just cuz cast said a character was good doesn't change the way they're presented on screen. i will forever only be concerned with what I can physically see and hear and interpret on my own, not relying on knowing any bts or extra info, THIS is the true canon. just cuz an actor said something don't mean I have to agree or even that it's true 😭

[niightravcns]

Remains of the Day but it's Dorian singing to try and distract Eliza.

[servant-of-the-castle]

She's trans now fuck you

Picrew used

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

made this a bit ago and never posted it???? sooo-

[tndrhrt]

mmm  m  m  mmmm  i  fear  that  chosen  liza  cares  more  about  the  welfare  of  people  innately  than  faith  liza  does  …  and  that’s  saying  something,  bc  …  yikes.

[primary-colors-no-more]

I bring an I don’t care to my vampire energy that people really don’t like but it makes me hot

-🌑 (Nyx - They/she) + 🔥 (Ellie - They/Them)

[softpinkribbons]

To Anyone Who's Suffering

Hello my love.

My name on here is J. I'm scared writing this out but I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to have a conversation with you for everything this world has to offer.

I have no idea what I'm doing and in the 24 years I've been on this Earth I've found most of the other adults around me don't either. They tell me what I'm doing is right or wrong, point out every mistake I make while asking me to ignore theirs, and ignore the fact that if I listened to them I'd be sharing in their misery. The truth is I've found being an adult is mostly trial and erroring every decision I make with the Holy Spirit and silly cartoon songs as my only compasses to guide me. I don't know what I'm doing, you won't know what you're doing and you know what? That's okay, because most of the time, things have a way of falling in place and working out just fine for everybody anyway even if sometimes it takes a lot longer than you think it will.

All that being said, I've come to understand that true evil is telling other people not to trust themselves. That no matter what they do- there's still some flaw they need to hyperfixate on to make them good and shiny enough. That they need to obey and submit to a louder voice outside of themselves.

I need you to know that those people are miserable bullies and they have no idea what they're talking about and when you ACTUALLY get to know them they are always the most miserable people you will ever meet no matter what mask they show you. You know why? Because your free will is your confidence. It is everything that makes you the beautiful amazing person that you are.

I spent several years asking myself who I was- and what I decided was that I am a fairy princess that has traversed all of time and space to arrive at this exact moment to be with you. I don't not have a fancy title, or a big career, but I live a beautiful life of standing up for other living creatures, enjoying nature, simple pleasures, and creating art as often as I can. And you? You are a wonderful being that has been through just as much to get here and I want nothing more for you than for you to get to experience every good thing this life has to offer.

Before America became a Capitalist hellscape- it was a beautiful place to live. People lived in harmony with nature. But there's always that bully that comes through because he wants to be King, and that's the reason America doesn't live in harmony with the land or each other. There's always someone trying to step on someone else.

So what are you gonna do about it? Well I know I'm gonna say "F*** YOU bully!" And stand up for myself because I deserve more than a life of being stressed all the time because someone else says their opinion of me is more important than my own. And you do too!

I know it's easier said than done. Sometimes our bully is our family, our boss, our co-workers, our friends, our President. But you will never get to be the amazing person I know you are if you keep making yourself smaller so that these bullies can feel better about their own self hatred.

Sometimes it's the small things that cut the deepest. Like people talking over you, leaving you out of plans, failing to communicate- leaving you hanging.

Sometimes it's big things. Ancestral segregation. Generational curses. Loss of financial, physical, emotional or spiritual autonomy.

It's OKAY to leave situations where you are being taken for granted. You deserve to be with people that don't make you second guess whether they like you or want you in their lives. You are not hard to love and you are not asking for too much. It's going to be messy. It's going to be difficult.

And you know what? At some point you're going to grieve what the bullies have taken. They've stolen your time and you can't ever get that back. But you can take those feelings and move forward with them- because YOU DESERVE BETTER.

I love you so much more than words can say my dear. Thank you for sitting here in this moment with me. I hope you get everything out of this life that you deserve, especially the things you don't feel worthy of.

Faithfully,

J

[noposergods]

YAHOOOOOO

[stellasdrafts]

Girl Dad Headcanons - Arthur Morgan

“[Mr. Gillis] treats his daughter like a possession to be mistreated and abused as he sees fit. Strange creatures, men. I don’t know.”   -RDR2, Chapter 4, Fatherhood and Other Dreams

Notes: I was playing RDR2 the other day and his journal entry (above) after seeing Mary for the second time stood out to me. I think his relationship with women and feminism in the story is worth writing about. afab reader. 1.1k words.

Thinking of Arthur Morgan’s reaction to you birthing his little girl. It’s a surprise, naturally, given the time period. He isn’t disappointed by any means – God, no. He considers himself a blessed man as long as the little one looks like you. He’s concerned. Terrified of the world his little girl will have to live in, of the hardships she will be forced to face.

It isn’t something he’s thought of in such depth before. Sure, he’s had conversations with the women at camp -  he’s not naïve. Prejudices never even made logical sense to him.

Arthur, who didn’t bat an eye when Mary Beth told him she wanted to be a writer. He got her that pen without thinking twice because why shouldn’t women be able to write? Ain’t they people just like everyone else?

Arthur, who didn’t question Tilly for a second when finding out she killed that Foreman. He was told the asshole deserved it and sided with her in a heartbeat, assuming she had acted in self-defense. He would speak to her like a friend, too. Not like she was some inferior woman.

Arthur, who considered marrying Abigail when John left, because no woman should be shunned for being an unwed mother when it’s a deadbeat man who left in the first place. He always thought John took her for granted.

Arthur, who was always in awe of Sadie’s raw courage and determination, and who didn’t question her lead when she asked him to come along on her escapades. A good idea is a good idea, and a good shot is a good shot, no matter whom it comes from. She was a better fighter than most of the men in the gang, anyway.

Arthur, who saw Karen’s femininity as a strength rather than a weakness. She was clever and ambitious. She knew how people perceived her and used that to pull off outrageous heists. Plus, she wasn’t half bad with a shotgun. He never thought anything about her was weak.

Arthur, who despite enjoying teasing her, noticed everything Susan did for the camp. It secretly irritated him when he heard the others whining at her when she asked them to do chores because he knew the place would’ve fallen apart within days if it weren’t for her leadership.

Arthur, who immediately discerned when Molly started acting off. He checked in on her even when the rest of the camp villainized her as this spoiled, ungrateful girl. Sure, she had made mistakes, but most of the men had done worse.

A wave of dread washes over him as he admires his daughter, her little fingers wrapping around his finger, and he feels sick. He shouldn’t feel like this. He should be overcome with joy. Well, he is, but his upbringing will never allow him to be immersed in a moment without thinking of the harsh realities surrounding it. He looks at you and the fragile baby bundled in your arms. His whole world sits in the bed before him. Everyone and everything he values most in this miserable world – are women. Women who have and who will inevitably be mistreated and underestimated, despite having the power to create literal life. Despite being ten times more rational, intelligent, and kinder than almost all the men he’s known even with the challenges thrown at them. He makes a vow to himself the minute his daughter is born. A vow that he’ll never let anything happen to her or you as he did Eliza and Isaac. He’s never known his purpose in life, but from that moment on, he knows exactly why he was put on this earth – to care for the two of you, his family.

Arthur, who overheard how Micah would speak to and of the women at camp, and never so much as entertained his delusions.

Arthur, who always offers a hand to help women off or on their horses and wagons.

Arthur, who excuses himself when he bumps into women, as opposed to telling off men when he does them.

Arthur, who rides around Rhodes some weeks after your daughter was born, searching for any women he might recognize from the suffrage protest he crashed with Beau all that time ago.

Arthur, who stops in his tracks when he hears the voice of the woman in Saint-Denis who pickets for her voting rights – the same voice he’s heard twenty times before, but it feels different now. He drops a few bills into her hat because he’s never been a particularly political man, but he’ll be damned if his daughter doesn’t get a say in the kind of world she’ll live in when the time comes.

And you can be sure he’ll teach her how to handle a firearm when she’s older. It brings back unpleasant memories, and he wishes for a better life for her than what he had, of course, but he knows the type of men there are out there. Hell, he used to run with them.

Arthur, who sees the two of you as his redemption.

He doesn’t know how he’s been handed such goodness. Surely, he was undeserving after everything he’s done? But every time he lays eyes on his precious baby girl, he grants himself a smidge of forgiveness. Something all bad couldn’t produce something so perfect, right?

He listens to her babbles and he can’t understand a thing. He thinks back on every good thing he’s ruined in his life – he’s a destructive man. He destroys everything he touches, but his baby reaches out to him with a sleepy smile and the utmost trust. When she looks at him, she sees her father, not a killer but rather safety, not the blood of every man he’s killed but a warm embrace. She’s his, not in the sense of Mr. Gillis treating Mary like his property, but in the sense that he now has the privilege of having the responsibility to love, protect, and care for this angel of a being.

He's scared shitless. His father hadn’t stuck around much, but he’s determined to be the best version of himself for his little girl. He would never leave like his dad did. He would never give up on her as Dutch did him. He would teach her to be clever and to think on her toes, like Hosea did – without all the deception, of course.

Arthur, who starts a second journal to write solely about his girl, just to have something to leave her when the time comes. Until then, she’ll never know how good of a writer her father was.

He would gladly be a soldier one last time. One last time to give you and his daughter the life you deserve.