#dutch vdl

[yan-iku]

I remember, I drew Dutch for like three days straight. I was possessed or something fr. (He turned into simple shapes in my head.)

Also like, handwriting reveal??

[pey0te]

Alone time with Old Guard.

[lio-rdr]

Pt. 4 of the VDL gang as Twitter/Tumblr posts!

IM BACK MY FRIENDS! sorry for not posting, its been a WILD few days ehehehe

(if you want to see the other parts, go to the #lio rdr tag in the bottom of this post)

thank you so much for all of the love on the other posts ❤️

[roamingtigress]

A gorgeous commission from the amazing @architectureandmorality! Old Man Vandermatthews artistic nudity <3

[miguel-owhora]

Arthur isn't a deer or a wolf. He's a collie. He's born and bred to work, to protect the herd, to keep them in line and keep them out of danger. He's loyal, he's protective, he's brave, sure, but he's also kind and friendly to those he values; at his best, he only hurts when necessary, acting as not only a herding dog but a livestock guardian, wary of strangers but otherwise friendly; at his worst, he sees anyone outside his herd as a threat.

He's the best at his job. Always so attentive and loyal, putting himself in danger to keep his herd safe - and his obedience is strong. He's eager to please the shepherd whose hands have only raised to throw the ball or to pet his head. Arthur is good.

But as he ages, despite his obedience and loyalty and skill, he's slowing down. Falling out of favor. Despite his nature and skillset, despite the unwavering loyalty to the herd and the shepherd, the shepherd will always end up shooting him - perhaps not by his own hands, perhaps someone else will, but he'll always be put down in favor of another collie.

[aoioozora]

Being Friends With Mary-Beth: Headcanons

These are my personal hcs!! Divider by @saradika-graphics

First things first, we know she likes to read, so you'd hear her ramble about a book she snagged. Sometimes she'll give you full length lectures about the symbols in the books and the relationships of the characters, but normally, she just gushes about how good the book is and what she likes about it.

Since she enjoys reading, she definitely would've tried her hand at writing. If you're minding your business, she'd come up to you with her notebook and ask you to read whatever she wrote, expecting your thoughts on them.

We know she has a teeny tiny crush on Kieran, so you can expect the hero of her little stories to be him. Of course, for the sake of secrecy, his name is different, but he has the same initials. She likes to share these special stories with you and secretly enjoys you teasing her about her crush.

She is a kind woman, and you always find her to be reliable when you need to vent your feelings to her. She is sweet, understanding, and soft-spoken, always aiming to comfort you and hug you before voicing out her thoughts on the matter.

You like to take her out on rides. Since you have a horse of your own and she doesn't, you always invite her to hop on and ride with you. Both of you visit lakes and small rivers, often stopping to sit down for a little picnic and spend time together talking.

She's good at being sneaky by herself, but if she's with you, she'll beg you to act as a distraction to whoever she's going to steal from.

She enjoys stealing glances at Kieran and gushing about him to you. Sometimes you try to suggest excuses for her to talk to him or make conversation, and she's always ready to execute them.

She often tells you of her dreams, of wanting to get married one day (to Kieran) and having a little farm (with him) and some chickens and cows. You supply additions to her dreams, and she tells you what she likes and doesn't.

She thinks you style hair very well, and she always begs you to do her hair for her. If anyone in the camp compliments her hair, she'll happily tell them that you styled it.

She likes to complain to you about how annoying Miss Grimshaw can be, and Micah too. And she doesn't like how Dutch tries to flirt with her, very often telling you that "he ought to give more attention to Molly instead."

Both of you like to give each other little trinkets as gifts. If you find something nice on a mission like a brooch or a ring, you like to give them to her, thinking she'd look nice in them. She also gives you similar things back, if she manages to steal or find any.

If you didn't know how to read but expressed an interest in reading, she'd persuade you to learn. And if you asked her to read one of her books out to you, she'd happily do so.

You'd most definitely be her preferred dancing partner. She thinks you dance well, even better than her. You usually don't know how to feel about it, but you thank her anyway.

[therogerclarkfanclub]

The Gang, reunited ❤️

[vaquerobuckaroo]

I find it curious

Just when Kieran was starting to get accepted by the Van Der Lindes, he is killed by O'Driscolls

Just when Jack was starting to feel assured that John wouldn't abandon him and run away like he did in the past, John dies

Just when John thinks that he has finished his work of hunting down his former brothers-in-arms, his dream of a peaceful idyllic life is stripped away from him and he is killed

It's all... So close yet so far.

[nymandbibi]

im no better than a man😔😔😔😔

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

Art dump

[yan-iku]

[pey0te]

The mourning of Hosea Matthews.

I always think about how Dutch never got to mourn Hosea. He was swept away to Guarma and had to think about the survival of the gang. He didn’t have time to dwell on himself or how Hosea died. When he gets back to camp well… we all know how that happened. I wonder if in the night he goes by and visits his grave. Does he talk to it? Ask it for advice. Or is he too scared to even visit it?

[javierduffy]

self insert stuff

basic info + awful silly sketchbook stuff under the cut :3

[roamingtigress]

Sent to me by the wonderful @x-branwen 💕

The little Vandermatthews doodle, too!

[ersatz-introspective]

my headcanon is at least One member in the van der linde gang isn't going by their real name

cus ykn how most joined by attempting to steal from dutch or hosea or whatever

there had to be one that didn't trust the gang At All and told them a fake name and after they realised tha gang could be trusted, they were already wayyy too far in deep to suddenly go like "oh by the way i'm actually (name) aha awkwarrrrd ,,,,"

[aoioozora]

Being Kieran's Darling: Headcanons

Divider by @bunnysrph , image by COPPERCORPSE (Pinterest)

Fluff hcs, fem reader :)

Shy, shy boy. How are you going to flirt with him without getting him so flustered? You decide to just settle with talking to him and initiating conversation for now. He speaks normally, but whenever you meet his eye, you find him looking away and blushing a bit.

Not a single theoretical clue on how to handle a lady, and yet he seems like a natural in practice. He holds your hand very tenderly, like you're made of glass. And he'll look between you and your hand in awe, as if he can't believe someone likes him back at all. He'll tell you how soft it is, even if you have callouses.

If he's feeling very brave, he might even venture to kiss the back of your hand or your wrist. And when you smile and blush at him, he feels encouraged to do it more often.

He likes to hear you talk, likes to hear you sing. And he always looks like he wants an encore.

Sometimes you'll invite him to lay his head on your lap. While his horse Branwen obliges as soon as you're sitting down, Kieran takes a bit of time to get over his shyness before he's ready. And when he finally does, you run your fingers through his hair and Branwen's mane and sing to them. Both feel like they're in heaven, especially Kieran.

You usually help out in mending clothes, and when he asks you to mend his, you always make sure to embroider a tiny heart in red thread where the mend was made. He is too shy to mention it, but he loves this gesture to death.

Sometimes both of you ride out of camp and find a quiet spot afar off to set up a little camp of your own. There, he starts a fire and cooks some rabbit he caught. Both of you share the fine meal and watch the stars, talking in quiet whispers. And when it's time to tuck yourselves in, you ask to cozy up next to him. He hesitates, but opens his arms for you.

He kisses a little too feebly because he's afraid of hurting you. You then ask him to put a little more pressure in his kisses. When he tries to, he accidentally puts a little too much. And when you pull away, you can't help but laugh at him for failing twice. He can't help it, he's never gotten a chance to kiss before. And so you show him the right pressure for a kiss.

There's a certain sparkle in his eyes if you talk to him about wanting to get married one day. Even the singular mention of it will have him dreaming of it all day; of your dress, his suit, the church and the vows, the rings, the party, the first night, a lifetime of happiness.