#Spoiler alert for RDR2!!!!!!!!!!!

[synthwavecryptid]

mods are asleep, post tender old men

[fangirl-ramblings]

I know having the skill to be able to read doesn't always mean someone has the skill to write but I just wanted to point out that it's known that Charles buried both Susan & Arthur and their grave markers have their names carved on - which suggests Charles did that himself. (And don't forget Arthur has an additional quote/motto on his which could suggest Charles is a well-read individual.)

Side note: I love how Noshir thought about Charles' character/backstory and how that one little action could have possibly changed people viewing Charles as just a brute to a more human character 🥹

In a recent Reddit post, Noshir Dalal, the actor behind Charles Smith, reveals that he believes Charles is an avid reader.

He also shares some really sweet behind the scenes moments.

[silentknives]

"Is this really the path you want to walk?"

armor-piercing question starters — accepting.

SOLITUDE. It’s all she’s ever known. A comfort wrapped around her shoulders like a wool blanket. Useful, warm in the winter, but suffocating in the summer. The longing for camaraderie comes and goes like the seasons, but there are moments when it lingers in the back burner of her mind. A moment of vulnerability, and perhaps, this is her last straw of this agonizing loneliness. An opportunity to feel like she belongs, that she is part of a family.

Joining a gang was never something she pictured for herself, not in a long-shot. But, alas, she stands here in the wake of this very question. 

Her gaze shifts; brown irises glinting a desperate kind of certainty towards Sadie. “I gave it some thought, and… yeah. This is the path I wanna walk.”

[cryptidcr3ature]

Spoiler alert!!!!

I just finished the main story of rdr2 and my dad asked me to text him when I finished…

[lonleydweller]

🥀Yandere Javier Escuella hcs (Rdr1)🥀

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Warnings: Yandere trope, spoilers for rdr1/rdr2, obsession, unhealthy/forced "relationship", kidnapping, stalking, blackmailing, abuse of power (government), violence, war mentioned, murder, hanging mentioned (javier)

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● Javier.. oh Javier. He sure does change dosen't he? A former friend, brother in arms, and later on stalker as you found out. As the events of RDR2 play out, you two drift, and discover.. if not contront his depravity. The final mission happens, chased by the Pinkertons and him as you flee with Arthur and John, or perhaps by yourself. You manage to evade him by some miracle, scampering off somewhere else to hide in a new life away from him.

● You managed to get your own place, perhaps marry, start a family similar to John. Maybe you go uncles route and stick with the Marston's, offering help around the house and ranch unlike the old lazy bum. The old life now left behind at Arthur's pleas, old friends now buried, new enemies far away.

● Javier's off on his own path, returning to his home country of Mexico, hiding up in the mountain. Not well enough as seen in the newspaper. Soon under the government's he once so hated thumb. Obliging for his own safety and safety of the family he has left there. Abandoning his previous beliefs and morals as a revolutionary, an outlaw, a bounty hunter. Distant from who he once was, a begruding pawn for the government's dirty work.

● Even with new lives, new family, new homes, and new names.. the past catches up. To all of you. You and John are separated from your homes and whatever family you have. Held above your heads at the demand of the government to find your former gang and put them down. Bill, Dutch, and Javier.

● You and John make your way through Amadillo, Gaptooth ridge, Hannigan stead, collecting bounties, wiping out gang hideouts, pursuing Bill who flees to Mexico with the help of Javier. Letting Javier know they're being hunted. The hunters being John and you. You. Normally Javier would run and hide. Yet your name reignites a raging fire that never was fully smothered.

● Javier hides it from the people around it but he's loosing his shit inside his head. Rooting through the few keepsakes he has of you, shoving old faded photos into his pocket, stolen items into his gunbelt, he'd find you. He'd find you this time. Even if you've changed your appearance as he did his. There are plenty of features people can't change.

● He slinks through crowds. Holding up your photo, looking at people who resemble you, hearing the talks of the townsfolk. The very ones who look at him in fear and disgust. A coward of man. Once respected for his revolutionary efforts. I wouldn't put it entirely above him to threaten information out of people passive agressively with his position of power.

● Hell he'd probably alert them of what's happening. Trying to negotiate with the very people that have him like a dog on a leash to help him get you. He dosen't want you dead. No, no. He'd prefer if there wasn't even a scratch on you. He needs you alive. He might even do it under flase pretense of you having sensitive information.

● If he can't convince the higher-ups above him, he'll probably convince some of his fellow soilders, they're slopping around doing he same dirty work. Fact some of them are worse than him. More depraved. Meaning they'd be up for the deplorable act of getting you for him. Offering them something in return. Essentially putting a bounty on your head.

● This offer, true or not, may ad well even be given to townsfolk and sheriff. Any information on you or your capture in exchange for the safety of the town.

● If you find him first, having come to capture him dead or alive, he tries to plead with you. Guilt trip. He loves you.. he truly does. He always has. He still does. You were friends weren't you? The stalking? He's changed since then. He swears.

● He's lying of course. If you aren't swayed by his attempts he resorts to petty snide remarks. Insults. Backhanded compliments. Turning into a stand off of sorts. He may even attempt to disarm you and fight unlike what he does when encountering John. Despeate to keep you. Not to flee. He won't flee from you.

● Alternatively if you're captured by officers, townsfolk, or ambushed and brought to him. He's much more smug. He has the upper hand. Cowardly. A false confidence that comes from having backup. He spouts the same claims of love that he had years ago. Except with the assertion that you're stuck with him now. No where to go.

● If you're lucky John will pull through and put a screeching halt to all of this. You'll know when you hear a familiar scrathy voice yelling at the top of lungs and gunfire. Javier may attempt to flee. Drag you round with him.. but st the end of the day he's being hunted by two people. One of them a man with a family to loose if he dosen't get javier.

● As he's being loaded into the car of some feds he takes the opportunity to shout some last vulgar words at you. The last words you'll hear from him. The last time you'll see him in person. Left to be a name that appears in the newspaper. Hung up by his neck, feet to never touch the earth again.

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@adalwolfgang, @helpfandom

[charliecomplains]

stop. it.

do you think when charles is alone on rides, those are the rides where he grieves arthur the most, being so used speaking with arthur, letting him hear his thoughts that the rest of the gang weren't privy to, hearing the sound of the heavy hooves of his horse, the thumps on the soft ground, glancing over to arthur, to make sure he was there, only to see him smiling at charles.

do you think when charles is alone on rides, that is the time where he remembers arthur the most, where he imagines arthurs voice in his ear, closing his eyes so that he can almost picture arthurs face in his mind, only to open them to the vacant night, and relive the fact that the last time he had ever looked upon arthurs face, the last time he would ever be near arthur again, ever touch him, was when he had buried him.

[ilikeevilblondes]

Question tag game!!

Thank you for tagging me @bad-wolf-circe omg hello!!!

No clue if im doing this right but i copied the questions from @damneddamsy hiya !

(warning: there is a photo ish of me, do not read if you are not ready to perceive me as more than just some rando on the internet lol)

Basic shit: Emmy, 18, she/her, "British" , too chalant

do you make your own bed?

only if my entourage of servants don’t do it for me. (yes).

i always love doing it because for christmas my mother gave me a life-sized body pillow of my dog (?? shes a labrador??) so I get to tuck her in every morning before school.

favourite number?

8.

The first time I met my now best friend we were about five and she said her favourite number was 7 because she was born on the 7th in 2007, and asked me what mine was and I panicked and said 8. So, for thirteen years, it’s been 8 because I’m that unoriginal.

and 69 because I am a thirteen year old boy

what's your job?

Child of the stars and disciple of the universe. (I am still a student in sixth form) (to any Americans or whatever, im a senior in high school)

BUT i will be up up and away to uni this september to study Politics and International Relations to become dictator of the world sooner or later, obviously.

if you could go back to school, would you?

I mean shyit i kind of already am FUCK LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT

can you parallel park?

Hate to affirm stereotypes, but I’m of Asian descent and a woman and i cannot drive. (Plan to pick it up in uni HOPEFULLY fingers and toesie woesies crossed)

do you think aliens are real?

No clue, but i believe in whatever the fuck mark zuckerberg is. Someone tell bro he can blink

can you drive a manual car?

Only in mario kart maybe. which i dominate.

what's your guilty pleasure?

Pitbull (the artist not the dog)

Country music

Downton Abbey

Old men with greying hair that are twice my age and over and are probably a little mean. Currently, Joel Miller (pedro pascal version, soz game joel. Game joel and I have beef lowkey. Long story, involves a certain Arthur Morgan from rdr2).

writing filthy smut! typical aro/ace spectrum person behaviour I know

video games (rdr2, spider-man ps4, halo, etc)

reading some booktok books 😬😬😬😬

any phobias?

Whole raw chicken. cried and freaked the fuck out once at the ripe age of 11 when my mother asked me to massage oils and herbs into a whole raw chicken for a roast, it’s a touchy subject.

Live fish

Steve Buscemi sorry Steve Buscemi

favorite childhood sport?

Swimming (funnily enough, i love breaststroke the most) (get it? because of that one fic I wrote?? yeah?? no?? yeah ok)

Badminton

Ultimate frisbee don’t laugh, it’s a real sport.

do you talk to yourself?

I mean yeah, I am the funniest person in the world according to myself and I am a valid source trust me bro

tattoos?

One! Here are some pics that absolutely no one asked for from when I first got it done:

(face reveal at 12 subscribers spoiler alert you WILL fall in love with me) (do not fall in love with me i got shit to do)

favorite color?

Papa smurf blue

do you like puzzles?

FUCK no.

Lastly, probably a question people have wondered:

"Emmy, why is your username ilikeevilblondes but all your fics are about joel miller, a man who is neither evil nor blonde?"

I'm so glad you asked omg!

Well, firstly, because when i first got tumblr, i was mad obsessed with Homelander (he is still fine shyt, sue me) and also Boyd Holbrook as the Corinthian and i was like, well they're both evil and blonde i think i found my username!

And secondly, because ilikebigoldmenwithbigbrownpuppydogeyes was too long.

Victims tagging: @doeeyestoji @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal (and whoever else reads this and wants to do it next) y’all seem chill!!

[toasterdrake]

AUTISM BLAST. wild west au gunslinging outlaw robin but shes on the verge of death and gets domesticated by sammy (its totally not obvious that ive been playing rdr2)

plus a helpful fit from this, the creator of which is linked there

BEWARE! gratuitous yapping below!

robin's gang was wiped out by their rivals mantah corp, leaving her as the only survivor but gravely injured. after trekking across the heartlands of america on a stolen horse, searching for somewhere to lick her wounds without being recognised, she stumbles upon sammy and yasmina's ranch. her intent is to rob them and bribe a doctor in a nearby town, but instead she nearly bleeds out on their doorstep

the only survivors of a shipwreck on america's coast a number of years beforehand - after which they were found and taught to use guns by outlaws until they discovered kenji was heir to a large fortune and turned on them - the nublar six decided to look out for each other and formed a small gang. they've since taken more honourable paths in life:

yasmina raises and trains horses after an injury stopped her from riding,

after sailing from england where she was staying with family, sammy returns to her parents' ranch to find them killed and the place looted by mantah corp,

darius studies paleontology under dr mae turner,

ben is a veterinarian in town and often visits yasmina's horses,

brooklynn works at a newspaper agent in town,

kenji becomes a sea captain, but never strays far from america's waters

to repay them for saving her life, robin helps out around the ranch. sammy offers her wages as she does all her workers, but robin rejects it. after healing a little, she first tries going into town to look for bounty work, but overhears discussion about mantah corp being in the area so she decides its better to lay low somewhere remote like the ranch until she's healthy enough to move on. spoiler alert she never does

[silentknives]

It wasn't her intention to wait so conveniently underneath the mistletoe. Not initially. Had it not been for the packing and prepping of her hunting gear for the road, Emily might have gone with him to the store and never noticed it. But as she waited for him, she couldn't help but notice a few passerby glancing above her and chuckling. It just so happened to turn out this way.

There weren't any complaints on her end, especially as she went in for a second kiss. Her hands on his cheeks held him there for a few moments.

"Mm. I might've, might've not." she shrugs nonchalantly, a small crossing her lips. "I wasn't sure if you've got the holiday spirit in you, much less celebrating Christmas."

🌿

( a wild Emily appears! )

Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

Shortly before Christmas, it was beginning to feel like a stereotypical Christmas now, cold and snow flurries in the air. That was probably to be expected being in Valentine in December, not far from the big mountains, which would've been clearly visible had it not been so dark and overcast. James would've preferred to be back down South, but things hadn't worked out that way.

James was meeting Emily outside the hotel, where they'd left their horses. He had a bag with a few supplies in his hands from the general store across the street. As he walked up, he noticed something hanging above Emily's head.

"Did you purposely choose to wait here?" he asked, pointing up at the mistletoe. "Well, you know what this means." He put the bag of groceries down on the bench and was about to just give her a quick kiss, but decided to go all out. He grabbed Emily and titled her backwards and planted a really good kiss on her lips that lasted a couple of seconds. "Well, there you go."

[moeitsu]

Can i ask you about your OC Kate?

Where did your inspo for her character come from? Does she represent anything about yourself?

I really love your fic. I think it’s an interesting approach to Arthur’s character to explore the parental guilt he has for what happened to Eliza and Isaac. And I love the way you do that by introducing a character that’s pretty much a mirror of himself, but under different circumstances. And she has broken the cycle already. Her backstory literally gave me chills when I read it. You have a great way of adding so much detail in such a short amount of words! I really look forward to each chapter :)))

AHH OF COURSE YOU CAN!!!! 💗♥️💜

Ty Ty Ty for asking it means so much to me when you guys ask question/give feedback/leave comments on my work. I’m so serious it literally brightens my day.

I wish this wasn’t anon so I can thank you properly, but please DM me and if you want I will add you to the tags for the next chapters!!

I’m so ready to dive into the Kate McCanon lore, I’m sorry if I get carried away:

I can’t really take any credit for her name. It’s from a Colter Wall song called “Kate McCanon”, but her character is nothing like the woman he’s singing about. I just really loved the name tbh. (And I’m a big fan of his music)

As far as my inspo for her character traits, they kinda just developed over time. I began forming ideas of her as I played rdr2 for the first time, at first I kinda pictured myself in the time period and how I would respond/react to certain events. Then as the story progressed I was like hm, I would definitely be dead by now if this was me. So i made someone stronger but also kept certain aspects like her humor, sarcasm, honesty, intelligence and kindness that I think are sorta reflection of myself.

In a nutshell, the Kate we see with Arthur and the gang is a free spirited tomboy who fully embraces the freedom and possibilities of life in the west and she also defies the gender stereotypes of that time period.

However, the lack of description of Kates appearance was entirely on purpose. I dropped little snippets of her looks at the beginning such as her height and size. (She’s a big woman) But tbh i didn’t want the focus of the story to be on what she looked like or what she was wearing. I purposely mentioned she is half Italian on her mothers side, (bc that will come up again later in the story for the plot) but I also wanted you guys to picture her however you felt was right. In my mind, she is a woman who appears intimidating but once you get to know her she’s a total sweetheart (much like Arthur hehe)

One of the reasons why I choose to keep Kate out of most missions is because she genuinely wants to be done with hurting people. She gave that life up and vowed to do better. Only when she’s pushed and survival is at stake do we see her break that promise. It’s almost ironic considering she is with a gang of outlaws, but like the girls, and Arthur too, she sees them as just people trying to get by. When she meets Jack and Abigail she sees a future dangling on a thread, and decides that if there’s something good she can do here. Then it’s going to be helping that family escape this life. Falling in love with Arthur just happens to be a bonus ;)

I had always intended to give Kate a traumatic backstory (sorry girlie). It started with her family, I wrote out an entire detailed timeline of her life. With names and dates and even random life events that will never make it in the story. But it helped me so much with building her background. It made her feel more real to me. I did so much research on the time period and what Boston was like in the 1800s. Even though I didn’t go into grave detail about her childhood or the death of her family members. But by doing so, it made it easier for me to write about that hopelessness and vulnerability she felt when she finally lost everything.

I chose to open the story with her burying her husband and child because (spoiler alert, but not really if you’ve been actively reading) that is the tie that links her soul with Arthur’s. Even though she does not blame herself for their deaths, it’s something that is engraved into the very being of her identity. And it pretty much dictates the person she becomes throughout the story.

When Kate is captured and taken to a military fort, that is where her “rock bottom” hits its “peak” so to speak. She has nothing left to lose at this point but herself. And in a way, she does lose herself. River is a character I hold very dear to me. And i might write a small spin off about him and Kate in the future. He was a reflection of what Kate would have become if she did not make a change. At first, he was her hope. But when his family met the same fate as hers, he became consumed by the darkness and rage. And unfortunately, she was in a state where Rivers anger nurtured her own. (I want to make it clear River is not a villain, he’s a victim)

I do kinda regret not exploring their relationship more in the chapter. But tbh it probably wouldn’t have added anything. However, I will say the two of them pretty much trauma bonded. They loved each other deeply, but not really in a romantic sense. River offered to marry her, but it was more out of “you are the only one i have left” kind of way. He was never going to give up that life and settle down again, getting married to Kate would just be a way to seal their relationship and vow to stand by each other till the very end. (Does this kinda mirror Arthur/Mary? That might be a reach idk)

All in all, I wanted to give Arthur someone who already understands him, but doesn’t know it yet. Someone that he doesn’t need to explain himself to because Kate has already been there. Arthur knows he’s a bad man, and he knows Kate has been a bad woman. He believes he is beyond saving, beyond redemption. But Kate sees someone who can be saved, he just need the support to do it.

I’ve been trying to plant the seeds over time that Kate truly misses being a mother, and feels robbed of the life she should be living. Raising her daughter. Jacks character has helped me manifest that in the story a lot. Especially that first kiss scene. Kate longs for a family. But she’s pretty much convinced herself that she will never have one again. So by helping the Marstons it alleviates some of that yearning. Arthur believes he has failed as a father, but what Kate sees is the potential for him to be a very loving parent. And it makes her head dizzy with adoration. (There will be many more tender moments with Jack/Arthur/Kate in the future btw)

I hope you guys don’t think my Arthur is too out-of-character. In the game, his son really isn’t mentioned a whole lot, and we know the reason he gives John such a hard time is because he doesn’t want to see him make the same mistakes. But I honestly believe Arthur would have made a wonderful father. The motivation behind this whole fanfic is really just exploring grief and parenthood. Which is ironic because i don’t have children lmao.

TLDR: Kate McCanon domesticates the wild outlaw known as Arthur Morgan 😂

I can’t believe I rambled so much on this. I hope I didn’t overwhelm you. But I guess it just goes to show how much I appreciate your question, and the fact that you’ve taken time out of your day to read my story.

I love you guys! ♥️

[bombshelllblonde]

just writing my rdr2 fanfic and like

i don’t know why im so excited for this. i don’t even know if i’m ever gonna post it anywhere?????? i just am having so much fun writing it

i had a plan, then abandoned it for a few months, now i’m restructuring the whole thing and i’m excited now

there’s obviously a OC female character who is supposed to be me (duh) but spoiler alert, she’s not tryna date arthur because she is a queer 🌈🏳️‍🌈🦄

if i posted it, where’s the best/easiest place?

ao3 or tumblr? or even both?

let me know if anyone’s interested 🤠

[artnevoa]

How’d you get those scars, Snake Eyes?

[askvandermorgan]

Kind of interested to know, how did YOU react when Arthur died?

I was emotionally crushed and wanted to beat Dutch to death. Believe it or not I was more mad at him than Micah lmao

[redeadepression]

Imagine John sitting on your porch in the early morning. Staring tiredly at the sunrise as he takes a drag of his cigarette and smiles wistfully at the thought of having to leave you alone in your bed to go to work.

[cortibah]

I know I haven't posted in ages, I got a full time job and it makes all that kinda hard.

But! I have a PS4 again and I'm replaying RDR2.

Also I finally stopped being a snob and got Spotify so I've been listening to more music

And uh

just gonna put it out there

if there was ever a song that applies to Dutch way too much it's The Stroke by Billy Squier

(if you don't get it then read into what the basis for the song is)

[heart-of-gold-outlaw]

The sad part?? I just KNOW that when my book gets published, people are gonna remark on my characters’ “brotherly love” for one another, and meanwhile, I’ll just be sitting in a corner, waving my rainbow flag and screaming internally.