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cowboyfromh3ll · 1 year ago

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Maybe some headcannons for some of the Van der linde boys with a overlyhyper girlfriend, whos also REALLY nosy?

HC for VDL Boys With A Hyper/Nosy Girlfriend Ft. Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde

Arthur Morgan

He'd be surprised by your energy but would try to keep up regardless

Very protective but once he sees just how well you're able to handle yourself he'll bring you on jobs with him. Nothing too crazy though

Always tries to find things you can do to tucker yourself out

And if a job is one of them, he'll certainly bring you

Will take you on very long walks until your entire lower half is hurting

Finds it amusing how almost every night you come back to the tent you have a new bit of gossip you discovered and want to share

Chastises you for being nosy but he's pretty into it

Starts asking questions and genuinely gets invested

Sometimes he'll be falling asleep and you'll still be gossiping and recapping your day in extreme detail and all he can say in return is "mhm?" In that sleepy voice while trying to pay attention

Jokingly tells you that if you're so nosy you should go and sniff out a lead

Did not expect you to actually come back with a decent roster of leads

Charles Smith

Contrasts his reserved and quiet nature greatly

People often see the two of you sitting together while you ramble endlessly about your day and what you did

You can talk his ear off, and he's going to listen to every single thing you say and pays attention to every detail

If you ever think he's not listening to you he'll bring up a really obscure detail later, and it'll have you surprised

Neither encourages nor chastises your gossiping, but he'll definitely listen to that too

Similarly to your talkativeness, your hyperactivity is starkly different to his chillness

Doesn't actively go out of his way to tire you out, sort of lets you do that on your own

I can imagine him just standing there while you climb him and hang off his arms

Sometimes he'll be talking to you in a crowd and he'll look away for a second and lose you

Frantically searches for you and finds you chatting with some random as if you've known each other for years

John Marston

He is absolutely baffled by your energy levels

And just how much you talk?

Sometimes, he just stares at you in disbelief and isn't even processing everything you're saying

If you give him a pop quiz about everything you just said, his ass is failing

Often has to ask you to slow down or backtrack, which you do until you start speeding up again

Gets dragged along like a dog on a leash

Though to be honest the two of you should probably keep each other on leashes. Him to keep track of you, and you to drag him along.

Says you shouldn't be so involved or interested in other people's business

But as soon as you gasp and go "John guess what I found out today" HE IS SAT

Preps for you every morning by chugging coffee

Has probably at some point before you two dated said "Do you always talk this much?"

Dutch Van Der Linde

He's impressed by your energy and in a good way

But also in the way where he's like "Hm, how can I make use of this."

Definitely has told you to go out and get leads with your energy and was more than satisfied when you did

Thinks you're the perfect partner in crime

Probably hesitant to send you on dangerous missions but he knows you won't get your energy out any other way

You're like his sniffing hound

But you're definitely his top dog when it comes to getting leads

The most encouraging of your eccentric and nosy personality

Rewards your behavior with gifts and praise

He's probably very easily influenced by you since you bring him so many leads and such

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crystalofmoon19 · 1 month ago

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I personally think that Arthur must have met Mary when they were both still teenagers, which might explain Mary's line when she says "we were so young" and they probably had a pretty long relationship or at least they tried to keep it up for a while, which might explain why Jamie gets along so well with Arthur and knows Bessie and Annabelle. I'm sure the picture Arthur and Mary took is of them in their 20's, and come on, pictures back then weren't as common as they are now, I'm sure they took that picture to celebrate their anniversary as a young couple rather than them being teenagers in love on a date.

However, Mr. Gilis probably got tired of his daughter hanging out with an outlaw for so long, especially if Mary had brought Jamie to meet the gang (since he had met Bessie and Annabelle). So he probably forced Mary to get together with Barry Linton (about whom not much is known, other than that he was a socialite like Mary), another possibility is that Mary decided to date with Barry Linton of her own free will, (since being an outlaw's girlfriend isn't easy, especially if he's in a gang as wanted as Arthur is with the Van der Linde), so maybe Mary was able to have a little fun with Barry while Arthur was away. (But I personally highly doubt that Mary was cheating to Arthur, I feel like that's not like her, so we'll take the first option.)

I feel that Mary, just like Arthur's priority is the gang, Mary's priority would be her family. So she, with a pain in her heart, would decide to marry Barry Linton (changing her last name from Gilis to Linton) and would write that letter to Arthur where she rejects his marriage proposal and tells him that now she will marry Barry Linton for the sake of her family.

And we already know how that ended, Arthur was completely devastated by that and also Mary left a bad impression on the gang after that, I think in this period Arthur must have been pretty bad (I've heard that he drank a lot and behaved badly with the rest of the gang even with Dutch and Hosea, but correct me if I'm wrong on this period.)

I think at this stage, where Arthur was heartbroken over Mary, he would decide (either consciously or due to the effects of alcohol or both knowing him) to sleep with prostitutes or have relationships with multiple women to try to forget about Mary (I feel like a younger Arthur in his 20's and late 20's would do that, and there are plenty of men in those ages who do the same); and I feel like Eliza, rather than being an ex-girlfriend of Arthur's, feels more like a one-night stand.

We don't really know anything about Eliza either, other than that she hooked up with Arthur and she had Isaac, and Arthur doesn't seem to have any feelings for her either. I mean, I know Mary was his first love and she was a big part of his life, but the fact that he didn't mention anything about his relationship with Eliza (other than that she was a waitress, they slept together, and nine months later Isaac was born) means that Arthur and Eliza were probably not even a couple; maybe Eliza liked Arthur and he accepted her, they had a fun night together, or they were just friends with benefits.

In any case, Eliza's pregnancy was something that wasn't planned, but I guess because of the affection she had for Arthur, she decided to have Isaac and knowing the outlaw life Arthur had, she decided to accept that and raise her son alone. And as we know, Arthur, upon finding out about that, decided to take care of them as best he could while he was still in the gang and we all know how that ended.

So to sum up, I have this order that I like to consider as my interpretation of Arthur's relationships (I've also seen that many fans share this interpretation) and I hope it helps you to understand things a little better.

Arthur and Mary met when they were teenagers, despite everything they loved each other and tried to make their relationship work (even though they were from opposite social classes), and they had a long-lasting relationship that lasted even when they were both in their 20's, and perhaps Mary out of love for Arthur was so confident with him that she took Jamie (who must still be a child) to meet the gang (hence why he met Bessie and Annabelle). And perhaps in this period they took that photo as a celebration of their anniversary and that's why Arthur keeps it so fondly.

Mr. Gilis got tired of his daughter's relationship with an outlaw, and he forced Mary to marry Barry Linton, making Mary reject Arthur's proposal and break up with him in a letter to marry Barry Linton. Arthur was devastated by this and in an attempt to forget about Mary, he slept with many women, among them was Eliza (who at least should have been his friend or friend with benefits) and that's how she got pregnant and had Isaac; and from there everything we know happens.

Some important notes are that here Arthur and Eliza could have an age gap, Eliza was 19 and here Arthur would be in his mid or late 20's (maybe between 24 and 28), which could explain Arthur's dialogue when he refers to Eliza "She did well, even though she was young", I know Arthur said that from his point of view at 36 years old; but I consider that if he sees Eliza like that, he should have been older than her by at least a few years than he was older than Mary. The important thing about all this, is that Arthur took responsibility and tried to help Eliza and Isaac the best he could, so I think in this case this age gap between Arthur and Eliza is acceptable. (I just hope Arthur was five or six years older than Eliza and not ten)

As for Abigail, I don't have a concrete answer, she probably heard about Mary because of the bad image she left in the whole gang (maybe Dutch, Hosea, Grimshaw, Tilly or even John himself could have told her about Mary). But you're right here, it doesn't make sense for Abigail to remember Mary, when she joined the gang long after Arthur was with Mary, and I highly doubt that Mary tried to visit or contact Arthur with letters in the 1890's (when they themselves say that they haven't seen each other for a long time).

So yes, you're right, we NEED a canon timeline for all of this, but I hope my interpretation helped you be clearer. By the way, I'm a big fan of yours, loved your blogs and your views! <3

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Arthur's love stories and the overlap

I need a cannon story line pre game, specifically because I want to know how Eliza and Mary connects since their timeline makes little sense... Unless.

When Arthur talks about Eliza he says "he was such a sweet kid, she was too I guess," hinting at the fact that he did not see her as a kid when they were together, meaning he was either around those 19 years as well or younger.

There is also a dialouge where Arthur compares issac to Jack so we can assume Isaac was around four years old as well when he died.

I can follow this far. That would mean they met sometime around 1882, five years later 1887, they die, that would place Arthur at 24 years old.

But now I question when Mary comes in, because they met at "an early age," the majority of people even say when they were teenagers. I would definately say that compared to the fact Arthur is 36 in 1899, 24 years old is not that early.

Also he does not look 24 years old.

Now we could go ahead and maybe say Mary was first, it would match with the fact that he was young and it would match with the fact that they hadn't seen each other for a bit, but now we face another problem.

Abigail knows Mary, all the camp girls does (except Sadie) and Abigail joined in 1894. Jamie also knows Annabelle and Bessie whom have been dead a while.

Isaac and Eliza has also been dead a while, meaning it couldn't have just happened withinthe last couple of years.

Now with none of the time lines matching up, I do think he slept with Eliza while "courting" Mary. Back then courtship took forever and it was a process that included parental agreement and with the heavy purity culture and the fact that loyality was only really seen as something after marriage, I don't see why he should not.

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red-dead-daydreams · 4 years ago

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OMG BEFORE THIS LEAVES MY HEAD! Roller derby au with the van der linde ladies!!! This just wont get out of my head and i need to share it! Also welcome back!!! I missed your writing!!

YESS 💖💖 I hope you enjoy! 💞 Thank you for the warm welcome!

Van Der Linde Ladies: Roller Derby AU headcanons

For starters, it was Mary-Beth’s idea to invite all the girls out for a night together at the local rollerskating rink

Since everyone loved it so much, they showed up more and more often and soon became pros at it

Especially Karen and Abigail, they learned the sport pretty quickly

Mary-Beth, Tilly and Abigail are the quickest when it comes to skating.

Karen and Sadie slowly learn to be less aggressive while Mary-Beth learns the opposite

It was Sadie’s idea to sign up for the roller derby competition after a few months of practice

Of course Susan overheard their conversation and, plot twist, she was actually a roller derby champion when she was younger

Of course no one believes it until she tags along with them one night and shows them how well she can skate despite her being older

All the girls sign up, try out and make the team

Everyone works together pretty well but Molly will argue with them once in awhile, especially since the team now has fifteen girls

Karen tries to convince Mary-Beth to knock Molly off the team but she keeps her on the team and just practices extra with her and Karen for team work building

Susan is in charge of setting up a practice schedule and managing the girls

Dutch insists on everyone going to their first event for support. And plus, there’s a big cash prize at the end so he wants to make sure they have all the motivation they can have to win

Tilly and Mary-Beth had custom outfits made for their team. Pink and gold are their colors

When they show up, Sean is drunk as hell cheering his heart out for his girlfriend Karen

Susan is shouting things that honestly aren’t heard most of the time by the team

After a long night the girls win their first competition and they celebrate for the rest of the night with the rest of the gang

They’re determined to continue the sport and do more competitions with their team

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gauntie-o-dimm · 5 years ago

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Dutch van der Linde | A Lesson About Ownership

Because a few members have been flirting with you during a heavy night of partying, Dutch has to set the record straight about to whom you belong.

Word count: 2900+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, alcohol abuse, semi-public sex

The air reeked of drink and testosterone and Dutch van der Linde didn’t like it one bit. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy a good drinking-fest every now and then, and he was very glad that Sean McGuire had returned to camp right in time before being turned in to the authorities by a bunch of bounty hunters. No, something else was irking him till no end - the fact that said Irishman was trying to get your attention in a rather affectionate way. How dare he, Dutch pondered, after all he had risked for him! Was that a way to thank your superior?

But Dutch didn’t intervene just yet. He knew that you were loyal to him and wouldn’t give in to Sean’s fruitless attempts of wooing you. You were too kind - just waving him off with a small laugh and a light-hearted rejection.

The ‘stached man just sat there at a table, one hand clenched around a bottle of whiskey, the other balled to a fist underneath his chin, teeth scraping against his knuckles in an attempt to keep his cool.

“Ah, enjoying some alone time, I see.” there was no sarcasm in Hosea’s words, but a tinge of humor lingered. Dutch looked up to face his best friend for a second, taking in a sharp breath. The silver fox followed his gaze, eyes falling onto you, who was currently being coaxed for a dance on the giddy tune of Uncle’s banjo - you didn’t give in.

“You know, she is right there and you are here sulking around. It’s not like there is nothing you can do. If anything, I’d say you were jealous.”

Dutch hated it that Hosea could see right through him - but they had been putting up together for decades, now.

Yes, he was very possessive of you, but Mr van der Linde would never - ever - let his envy get the better of him, right? Sure, he wished he was the one over there making you laugh about some stupid joke. There was nothing else that would bring him more joy than to guide you onto the dance floor (just a small patch of grass, really), but something that he never wanted to show was weakness.

“It’s just a dance, you know.” Hosea muttered, taking a swig from his beer. “It ain’t like people are going to judge you for it. For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t pass the opportunity to share another dance with my Bessie if she was still here. Spend time with the one you love while you still can, Dutch. She ain’t gonna stick around forever, and you know it. You’re not stupid, but I sincerely pray that you won’t make the same mistake again, like with miss O’Shea.”

Dutch’s teeth gritted together, ringed fingers playing with the half-empty bottle in front of him. He kept quietly observing the scene, a jealous pang shooting through his chest as he witnessed Bill joining in on the conversation, daring to put an arm around your shoulders in a friendly way - at least, that was what he was trying to make it look like.

No, Dutch van der Linde knew better - he had caught Mr Williamson staring at you several times. He didn’t like it at all that he was so close to you.

There was a change of tune, a song that would certainly make everyone want to dance - apart from Uncle with his chronic lumbago - and before Dutch could comprehend what was unfolding, you were already dancing with both Sean and Bill. Even though it was not a romantic dance to be shared between lovers only, Dutch felt a unpleasant twist in his stomach. Seeing you have fun with in one hand some beer and the other resting on Sean’s shoulder; something didn’t sit quite right with him.

Hosea stood with the notice of having to empty his full bladder, walking off towards the side of the camp and leaving Dutch to his thoughts. How long had the gang leader known you for? Seven years? Eight?

You were long part of the gang when Molly joined. He recalled how broken your eyes had looked when he introduced you to each other. It wasn’t until later that he realized why that had been the case. And yet, he found you difficult to fathom. You were still like this unreachable vixen that had been there with him for such a long time, he was your lover for at least a year now and still he barely knew anything about you. Or maybe Hosea had been wrong about him and Dutch was indeed stupid.

He tilted his chair backwards as he witnessed Bill resting his hands on your waist, trying to get you a little closer to him. The gang leader knew that said man was drunk and currently knew no boundaries, but it was all the more of a reason to keep a close eye on the situation. Karen had started hollering obscene things towards the two, yelling to rent a room in Saint Denis and have a hot foursome with both her and Sean, and that was the moment that something within Dutch snapped. Even the ladies around camp had forgotten who you truly belonged to.

With a thud, his chair fell to the ground. He didn’t bother picking it up as he took large strides over to you and Bill, who looked like they were getting pretty cozy.

“Hey Marion, get your filthy paws off my beloved!” he barked, immediately silencing the sound of Uncle’s instrument.

All eyes were on him now, and his were resting on Bill, who was gritting his teeth - Dutch knew how much he despised being called by his birth name. “It’s just a fucking dance, chief!” Bill spat back, breath reeking of drink and tobacco. Dutch visibly cringed, not knowing why on Earth you had enjoyed dancing with this vagrant.

“Dutch, love, we were just dancing.” you tried calming him down, putting a hand on his shoulder. He turned his gaze to you and you slightly gasped at what emotion was manifesting in his eyes. He was seething, grabbing your wrist firmly as he started to walk right through the crowd of gang members, pushing aside everyone in his way.

You couldn’t do anything else than follow like an obedient dog, trying to pry his fingers away from your arm. He got the hint, loosening it slightly. You weren’t the one wronging him after all.

“It seems that the lot of you have forgotten something quite important! I know that I always say: ‘What is mine, is yours.’ However, that does not, and I repeat it does not... Apply to partners, be it touching her, flirting with her, trying to get into her pants.”

Hosea had re-joined the ruckus and approached you and Dutch, trying to interrupt his speech by saying that Dutch was overreacting, but the gang leader didn’t give him the chance.

“(Y/n) here, she belongs to me and only me. She is my girlfriend, my beloved, and you must be reminded about that! No one touches her but me and I will make sure that you lot will never forget that. I am going to fuck her so nicely right now that she will sing my name until dawn, and all of you, all of you, are going to listen to me do it. Do I make myself clear?”

Hosea made a gesture towards young Jack, “But the boy.” Dutch momentarily eyed the young kid, rubbing his neck as he realized that he hadn’t taken him into account. From his pocket, he grabbed a wad of cash, throwing it towards Abigail, who was holding her hands over the child’s ears.

“You go to a nearby hotel, then, and keep the change for the inconvenience. The rest of you better open your ears really good.”

At least he had the decency to wait until Abigail had left camp with her son, and it was a moment for you to collect your thoughts. What was he going to do to you? And why was no one talking back? Dutch was respected, but you figured even Hosea couldn’t crack through his thick skull right now. Instead the older man was standing a bit away, his eyes locking with yours for a moment as he shook his head slightly. In return, you shot him a helpless look, and he let out a sigh. There was nothing to be done about it now.

You almost wanted to tell Dutch that you’d prefer it to go to a hotel room together instead, but you knew what he would say. How else would everyone hear that you belonged to him? You had to admit that the idea of it turned you on. The knowledge that in a few minutes you’d be whimpering underneath him made you clench your thighs together in excitement. As soon as the light of Abigails lantern was invisible from between the trees, Dutch turned to the remaining members. “So, don’t let me catch any of you turn away. Hosea, I trust that you will keep an eye out for me while I prove them something, alright?” “Absolutely not, Dutch! You’re being a disgusting weasel!”

If someone else had been yelling those things at Mr van der Linde, they would’ve certainly ended up with a bullet between their eyes. But it was his best friend, so instead Dutch took a deep breath before responding: “No, I am being reasonable! I need to teach them a little lesson about boundaries if someone is in a relationship.” “Well, I am certainly not going to contribute to those filthy concepts of yours. If someone around this camp knows no bounds, it is you!”

Dutch scoffed at Hosea before grabbing your arm again, taking you into his tent before pushing you onto his cot. The furs felt nice and slightly tickled your skin as you almost sunk away in them. Dutch turned to the opening in his tent and rolled down the flaps, tying them together firmly.

“Do you want a romantic tune to be played, boss?” you heard Uncles voice from outside of the tent, who had already resumed the strumming on his banjo. You had to prevent yourself from laughing.

“Shut the fuck up!” Dutch barked loudly while gripping the front of your dress, practically tearing off the buttons as he bared your breasts. You gasped, throwing his hat to the side before you went to tangle in his hair the very moment he wrapped his lips around one of your exposed nipples.

You arched your back into his mouth and he let out a low hum, roughly sucking on the small button that started to swell in his mouth. His moustache tickled, but you didn’t mind. The power behind his lips made your stomach tingle pleasantly when you realized what was in store for the rest of the night. “Don’t hide those pretty sounds for me, but you certainly shouldn’t do it for them. They need to hear you, remember? And I am going to fuck you as long as it takes to get through to these thick-headed mongrels!”

You whimpered at his words and the pressure his knee applied between your legs, your hips involuntary moving against him. “Look at you being all desperate. You love feeling me in you, don’t you, darlin’?” He slid his hands under your dress before taking it from you in a solid movement, leaving you in your bloomers alone.

He eyed your exposed body for a few moment, his hands moving to rest upon your stomach. He slid them down, peeling your underwear off of you, and so you laid, completely nude whilst he was fully dressed apart from his hat. It made you feel even more vulnerable underneath his touch.

Dutch gave an assuring smile, leaning down to press a few light kisses on your tummy and navel. You slightly whimpered, wriggling underneath his lips as he smirked, straddling your body, inching ever closer to your sex.

But right as he was about to press his tongue between your folds, he pulled back, undoing his belt and coaxing his erection from his briefs. It was a familiar sight and he beckoned you closer, immediately telling you what to do. And so you sat up, crawled towards him and took him in your hand. You collected some saliva in your mouth before letting a dollop of it fall onto his tip, covering his length in it as he grew stiff and ready for you.

You moved your tongue around the head of his cock, catching the first few drops of his excitement from the slit on the top. Momentarily, he let you press a few open-mouthed kisses over the base before letting his hand slide in your hair, rings becoming tangled in the (h/c) locks. He grunted and rolled his hips forward, pushing himself past your slightly parted lips, forcing you to take him whole.

You slightly gagged, closing your eyes when tears appeared in the corners of them. Trying to keep a steady breathing, you swallowed around him, ignoring the lack of oxygen as you started to move your head. Dutch let out a moan, accompanied by a sound that came from you when he slid in even deeper and hit the back of your throat. It was wanton and saturated of lust. Everyone could hear you choking on his cock and the man in question loved every second of it.

It was nearly as if you could feel their embarrassed eyes burn through the cloth of the tent, but the publicity of the act taking place only added to the sensation. You just hoped that the outlines of your bodies wouldn’t be projected like a shadow by the light of the candles around you. But then, if it were indeed visible...

Your lover took two fistfuls of you hair and without any kind of warning, he started fucking your face. The sudden change of events made your airways become restricted. The fact that were looking more disheveled by the second

You let out a gagging sound, for a moment believing you would either pass out or throw up, but Dutch pulled himself from your mouth, leaving you gasping for air, several tendrils of saliva connecting you to his swollen cock, tears and snot dribbling down your face. He smirked at you, rubbed some spit off your chin and gestured towards the bed. You obeyed, laying down and spread your legs for him.

For a moment, he lingered above you, taking off the remaining pieces of clothing that were still on your body. His skin was hot against yours, and as he pushed himself in, you moaned at the contact. He settled his arms next to both sides of your head and kissed you for a moment.

“Love,” Dutch spoke softly, “You better don’t hold in those sounds, understand?”

You nodded, letting out a whimper as he began thrusting into you. Even though his movements were demanding, the sounds slipping out of you were sincere. You wrapped your legs around him, slowly unraveling underneath him. And Dutch’s eyes, they never left your face for a second, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips as he fastened his pace, the cot starting to creak underneath the force.

And with the increase of his thrusts, so did your breaths become uneven. You were sure that the gang members that had walked away in disgust could hear you on the other side of camp, including the person who was currently on night watch, even though you couldn’t remember if it was Javier or Charles, but it didn’t matter. What mattered is that you sang for Dutch, quivering under the weight of his body, inner walls clamping around him desperately.

Would he make you beg for your release? You murmured his name, letting it slip from your tongue like silk, only loud enough for him to hear. Something in his face changed, the possessiveness he had been mustering for minutes soon vanished like a thin layer of snow in the searing sunlight. He looked at you with complete adoration in that moment, before returning to his original, claiming self.

“You’re mine, (Y/n)!” he grunted loudly, “Mine and mine alone!” “Yes, Dutch!” “Say it! Tell me to whom you belong!” “I belong to you, Dutch! Forever! I love you! Only you!”

And that was all he needed to hear to push you over the pleasurable edge of an orgasm. He was quick to follow soon, not even asking if he could spill himself in your depths. Your body arched into him and a whimper left your throat as he pulled himself out of you, seed dribbling down your thighs, and he allowed you to finish your orgasm with his index finger tightly pressed onto your clit.

Dutch got up, passing you a clean piece of cloth that he had slightly dampened. He kissed your forehead swiftly before reaching for his boxers. “Stay here, (Y/n).” he ordered, and of course you did as he said. Not that you could walk right now, anyway.

He quickly threw it on before quickly slipping outside of the tent to see who truly was still watching. You heard his voice, muffled by the flaps of the tent yet audible enough to pierce through your bones like a knife through butter.

“Is it now fucking clear to whom she belongs?!” You could only imagine the flustered faces of the ones that were standing there. “If it isn’t, you should let me know. If anything is vague to your lot, just let me know. I don’t mind proving it to you again.”

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iam-kenough · 4 years ago

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Will you ever notice me? Arthur Morgan x Original Female Character

Summary: During they wandering in deep snowstorm, man from van der Linde gang found odd looking girl and Dutch decides to take her to camp to see if she can be any use, leading life of outlaw with them. Quickly, new girl develops feelings towards Arthur, but he sees her just as a kid...and she won't take that! It's an original character story that starts in the place where Arthur, Dutch and Micah were supposed to first meet with Sadie. Instead she's already with them.

Authors notes: It’s second chapter and you can find the rest of chapter on my blog if you want to read more of my fanfiction.

Word count: 2978 Chapter 2

It was next day's evening when they landed on new camp's place. Everyone started arranging their tents and some of them decided to go to the lake and bath after long trip.

- The water is so damn cold! But it was nice to take a bath after all those hours- Iris was talking to Mary-Beth and her teeth were chattering. She decided to wear woolen dress Mary gave to her, not being even slightly suspicious why Iris would wear a dress so badly. It was nice, wine red and warm one. She decided to tweeze her brows a little bit and she brushed her long, black hair putting them in loose bun. Even though she will undress and wear only chemise in her bed in less than 3 hours.

Iris looked around and sighed. All good places for a tent were taken and she couldn't sleep with girls in their tent 'cause it was too small. She had to prepare her own but there was only one way left to do that.

- Knock, knock - she said awkwardly, knocking on one of polls holding Arthur's tent. He was on his coot, drawing something in his journal. It catched her attention. Didn't know he's romantic soul who would sketch while sulking like this.

- How can I help ya? - he closed the book and looked at her shyly. He analysed her posture in new clothes but very quickly so it wouldn't scare her or make her uncomfortable. Girls usually didn't like his sight on them.

- Will it bother you if I will place my tent right next to yours? All good spots were taken when I took a bath - her cheeks flushed a little bit. She even tried to flirt with him and bat her eyes, while she squeezed fabric of her dress.

- It's rather if I won't bother you, kid.

If I could I would devour you right here, Mr Morgan and you would be the only person not bothering me. I would undress you from your bright blue shirt which matches your eyes so good and I would let you pop my cherry...

- You'right out there, kid? Asked ya if I won't bother you.

- N-no, never. Thank you, Mr Morgan - she jumped into the air and disappeared to set her tent. It was mirroring his and when she was looking above her trunk she could see him, deeply in his thoughts. Honestly, if they would rearrange it a little bit more they would have big, shared tent with two beds next to eachother. But she they wasn't close enough for Iris to ask for it even if she wouldn't mind.

Later that night they had supper prepared by her and Mr Pearson. Almost everyone was eating together but she noticed Arthur hidden in his spot. She went to her tent and sat on the coot mirroring his position.

- I hope it tastes good? - Iris asked after few minutes. He raised her eyes surprised at her.

- You eatin' with my poor companion? I see everyone gathering around the fire.

- They're all nice and stuff but I like to eat in peace. You're not bad to be with, Mr Morgan.

It sounded a little bit frivolous and she actually liked it, surprised with her own temper.

He blushed. Or rather tips of his ears did.

- It's just surprising 'cause yall girls are always eating together. And yes, this stew is amazing - he liked his fingers and brushed his dirty mouth with his sleeve.

Normally she would jerk away on this kind of behaviour but she giggled at sight of big man eating messy like that.

- Girls are okay, especially Tilly and Mary, but Karen has...a little bit to intense character. Oh, and Dutch's girlfriend. That lady hates me.

- She hates everybody, dont'cha worry.

- Today she hit Dutch with a book, saying he's throwing me looks - Iris was giggling and she brushed loose hair behind her ear.

- Looks, ya say? Oh don't worry, you just new, that's why he does that, kid.

- She's rather young too, you know. It's just the make-up she uses, makes her look older.

- Ya say? Nah, you still look like kid to me. With all those freckles and you being thin. Not so sure you should go with us to rob that train, I will have to watch you all the time - his voice was low and he chuckled.

Ouch, that was bad! So he doesn't like freckles...It's nothing I can do about it. But maybe if I'm gonna eat more I'll stop being thin, get some bust maybe and then-

- You sure you want to sit here with me? You seemed bored with my old feller talkin'.

- I-I am not bored at all. Can you show me what are you drawing?

He brushed his chin, sign of him being shy and he passed her the journal. On two pages he drew their whole new camp.

- I must say you can draw, Mr Morgan. You've got talent - she passed the journal back and their hands brushed against each other. She blushed again.

- Talent that's useless for sure - his voice was low and nice and he almost sounded like purring cat. Iris felt knot tying up in her stomach.

- It's not, it's not! - she shaked her head - I find it really pretty. You could draw something for me one day - it was supposed to be flirt and she bit her lower lip but he didn't notice that. He just cheered up.

- What you like, then? I can draw it for you - he patted her arm in friendly manner. They were so close right now, their faces next to each other. She could smell him.

What do I like? Your lips, your intriguing eyes, the fact that your hair was so messy and the fact you smell like whiskey, cigarettes and sweat.

- Flowers - she said plainly, looking at her feet - Any flowers are good. Or animals. I saw you sketching deer one day.

- I've been hit on my head a lot so if I would forget remind me of it, kid - she looked at him once again and licked her lower lip, becoming red on her cheeks. He started looking at her quizzically.

- I think you catched a cold, kid, you seem burning up. Better go to sleep, tomorrow's a day too.

Knot in her stomach popped and she lowered her head. Kid, you say. Im gonna show you, one day I will gain weight, have some reall boobs and nice mature dresses and you will look at me the right way. She got up a little bit too quick, tears forming in corner of her eyes but he was facing her back almost immediately and he didn't see.

- Y-you right, I don't feel my best - she answered with shaking voice and she rubbed her eyes - I'm...gonna get some rest. Goodnight, Mr Morgan.

- Uh-, yea, good night - he read her bad, he was sure she's sick but she seemed rather irritated by the fact he noticed? I will apologize tomorrow.

She put on the curtain between the halves of tent which was giving them privacy now and she sighed. At first she looked in small mirror she owned and analised her own face. You ugly, Iris.

Girl looked at herself quizzically. Big, green eyes with long lashes and nice, pink lips but then freckles happened, covering her nose and cheeks. Her hair were jet black but wavy instead of sleek locks of other girls around. Iris started undressing herself and she looked at her figure with disgust. She had round hips and long legs, but that's it. She looked thin and had small breast and that was not what men would look at. It's not what he would look at.

When she put on her night gown and layed down she looking at tents ceiling and thinking. Oil lamp in Arthur's half stopped giving light, he was going to sleep. She heard him getting comfortable on his bed and after few minutes he was breathing heavily.

She drifted away in her sleep, thinking how it would be to cuddle his big frame.

Another few weeks passed and in this time Iris tried her best to prove she's mature and strong but also femine at the same time. It was difficult to kill a man at 4 and then acting like a subtle lady few hours later. It was nice, warm evening and girls decided to go swimming after long day of work. Iris was so happy and relaxed as she and Mary - Beth was looking at red sky and Tilly with Karen was fooling around in water.

- Can I tell you a secret? You will like it - Iris whispered. Mary seemed excited immediately.

- Tell me, tell me! - she giggled

- I fell in love - Iris whispered to her ear and her friend become red from blushing.

-No way! Who, who is he? Or maybe she? - Blond girl tickled brunette a little bit.

- It's him, yes. But I wouldn't mind you...- they purred at each other and then burst into laugh.

- Who? I bet it's John, all girls are sweet on him and Abigail hates us for that.

-Nope!

- Bill!

-No!

- New O'Driscolls boy!

- Ew!

- Then who, Dutch?

- You must be crazy! I mean...he's not bad if you think about him but this red-head witch he's with? I have no chances - Iris was laughing so badly.

- You have to tell me! But then it has to be someone from outside the camp...

-No! He's there, Mary-Beth, please don't make me say his name out loud.

And then Mary became pale. Then red again. Then she got up.

-No! From all of them you choosed Arthur Morgan?!

- Shhh! We are too close to the camp!

- But why?! He's sweet but we have never seen him with woman, you know. I think he's a little bit weird about it. Dutch once laughed at him taking a bath with a dog when camp had one.

- W-Well...he seems a little awkward and he's like wild animal more than a man but he's charming and he always complemented food I make and he always talks to me in the evening.

- At least he talks to you, he usually doesn't. To no one.

- That's my problem, he talks to me but he seemes to see me as a kid. I tried everything! Few days ago I was sitting with him and we was both reading a book and I looked at him so nicely, I tried my best to look at him with hazy, flirting eyes. And he asked me if I needed glasses because I blink a lot.

- Well...I don't know how to help you - Mary said as they were walking towards camp - usually it's easy, a little bit of exposed skin and being close. You should try it.

- I should...I should go to his tent dressing my nightgown for example?

- Oh, that's an idea! I saw it and it's really cute and...hot.

-Mary- Beth, are you hitting on me? - she joked as they was passing Hosea's tent. Girls heard him talking with Arthur and they would ignore but they heard Iris's name. They started listening immediately, hiding behind the tent to eaves dropping.

- And this new girl, Iris's her name - Hosea said.

- What's with her?

- Just wanted to know what you think about her - he seemed to tease Arthur a little bit.

- It's good kid, she seems to like my company. And honestly, I like hers, she doesn't talk that much comparing to any of you fools - he cleared his throat.

- I thought that you are much closer. Basically sharing a tent and talking every evening...

- What d'ya say, Hosea?

- How long have been since you had a woman, Arthur?

- Not long enough to think about it again- his voice became angry in the nick of time - it's kid we talking about, don't get the wrong idea.

Iris inhaled sharply and bit her lower lip, while her eyes became glossy. But she listened, she couldn't stop.

- Isn't it obvious, Arthur? She looks at you very odd way and she enjoys your company a lot, lot more than others.

- I didn't notice. By the way, she's not stupid. I'm much older and I have past, just no way I would be with her. She doesn't love me to start with. One day she will leave the camp to have a normal life.

Sound of tears dropping on Iris's dress was the only sound she was making. She got up quickly and in a blink of an eye disappeared, running into the woods.

- Iris?! - Mary- Beth tried to follow her but she tripped over one of tent's strings. She sweared ugly.

This is bad, so bad - was all Iris was thinking. Her breathing heavy, her eyes red. She stopped in the middle of nowhere, just when she was sure all around her was dark forest. She didn't even know why she was so agry. Maybe because he said out loud things I thought about myself? Maybe because she was sure that his ears getting red were sign of him considering her as someone hot?

But look at yourself, c'mon. When father lived, he always told you you gonna become a maid, because no man would touch something so fragile, that looks constantly sick. He was right, oh so badly right. And now Iris had to apologise to Mary-Beth for leaving her like that.It was dark night when she got back to the camp, everyone sleeping in their tents. Only one oil lamp was glowing. She decided to act like nothing happen, just not to lose his friendship, ever. So she took a deep breath and peaked her head inside his part of tent.

- Just wanted to say good night, Mr Morgan - was all she said, smiling faintly.

- Kid! You weren't there for supper. Did something happened?

- N-no...just small fight with girls - she lied without hesitation. Then smiled a little bit more so he won't be suspicious. He always was but he was taking her lies as an answer, 'cause she lied when it would expose her feelings.

- Small fight made you disappear without word? Y'got hot head then - he joked. His blue eyes were piercing her.

- Maybe a little - he didn't see nothing good about her anyway, she could become hothead in his eyes even it was inappropriate for woman.

- Wanna talk about it?

- With you? I-I mean we can but it's nothing. Really.

- You seem sad lately, kid. Is someone or something bothering you?

- Ah...no, just stupid, girly things.

- Girly things - he seemed a little bit scared now.

- Interests of heart, to call it. Nothing too exciting, especially for you.

He became silent. So she wasn't considering him as a close friend if she didn't want to tell. He thought different for a second but...she was right, he was no friend.

- Were you ever in love, Mr Morgan? - he heard her voice from behind one of trunks. She probably lied on her bed.

- F'course I was. But if you askin' me 'bout those things ya need to share with me first, ya know? What are those Interests of heart, huh?

She took deep breath. After few seconds she knew how to tell it without being obvious.

- I just fell in love with someone who will never accept me. He's good friend and that's only reason I didn't tell him yet. But I know....I heard what's he talking about me, no need to share my feelings with him, because he considers me strongly as a friend, nothing more. It would make our relationship awkward.

He furrowed his brows. So she was seeing someone. He wondered who.

- That sounds a lil' bit bad, kiddo. Maybe I don't look like but I know how to have a broken heart - he said as his eyes become glossy. She couldn't see them anyway, so he didn't hold back thinking about Mary right now - But if it's your friend he shouldn't judge ya, ya know. Even if he doesn't share feelings with you. You sure, he does not?

- One hundred percent sure - she said that very slowly because those words left bitter on her tongue - and I'm not afraid of being judged, I just know it would destroy our friendship.

- He's no friend then - Arthur replied shortly. He felt like dumbass but if she liked talking to him about all of this he felt appreciated.

Iris took deep breath. You are a friend. The closest one I have now after those weeks that passed. And I will cherish you forever, even if your lack of knowledge will hurt me sometimes.

- He is. About this I'm sure. I really love this person. Thank you, Mr Morgan for listening to me - it sounded like she thanked him for listening but she was actually thanking him for everything.

It seemed like yesterday when they rescued her but it wasn't. Many days passed and she already shared with him many thoughts but also many jobs, even dangerous one. They robbed trains together after all. They was murdering together. And every evening they were lying in their beds and talking. They usually looked at their tent's ceiling but she didn't mind. He seemed so sad and distanced, always worried. She also noticed his extremely low self-esteem, he always was talking that he's not good man and that he's stupid on account being hit on the head to often.

She had fallen asleep to those thoughts.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x oc #arthur morgan #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 oc #rdr2 tag #slow romance #angst #smuttish #fluff

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ilwililow · 5 years ago

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Ello! If requests are closed just ignore this. So, how about the reader being the secret wife/girlfriend of Arthur or John (if you do John just image he never had Jack with Abigail and all that stuff and ye, I kinda got a thing for John) and one day the reader is in Valentine and meets Micah who starts touching her and all that kinda stuff and the reader thinks he's gonna rape her. Ends with a almost dead Micah, thanks to Arthur/John.

congrats on being the first person to request something from me! i’m flattered 💖💕

i decided to do both john and arthur! i hope you like it, and i’m sorry it took so long!

TRIGGER WARNING: If you are triggered by mentions of possible rape, PLEASE don’t read this!

Meeting Micah: Female Reader x John Marston / Arthur Morgan

You had known John/Arthur for the past year or so now

You’d been able to meet some of the people in the gang he was a part of; you didn’t mind that he was a part of a gang. Let the man live his life, as long as he didn’t get hurt.

Everyone in the gang seemed nice enough. The leader, Dutch van der Linde, even said that if you needed a place to stay, he’d take you in.

Of course, you were sure that John/Arthur would take you in without his permission.

But finally, he’d gotten the nerve to ask you out, and of course, you said yes.

It was your and his first date - nothing fancy, just something simple, going out to drink and chat. That was enough for you, and that meant it was enough for him.

John/Arthur rose you to the saloon in Valentine, chatting happily, you on the back of his horse. You hopped off after him and he politely escorted you (in his own way) to the bar.

It didn’t take long for you two to start taking shots together, laughing at stupid jokes and smiling like there was nothing ever better to exist.

Eventually, John/Arthur had to take a pee break, which left you alone at the bar counter, drumming your fingers on the wood.

You were a little bit tipsy at this point, however John/Arthur had a stronger tolerance to alcohol than you. If only by a little bit.

You wouldn’t have noticed him come back to you until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up to him with a grin, before realizing, oh shit it wasn’t him

The man matched your grin, and you slowly moved your shoulder away from his hand.

“Well look at you, pretty lady. Ya sure had a few to drink?”

He was right, you were pretty, and you did have a bit to drink.

But he was fairly close to you, closer than you would let a complete stranger be. You could smell the whiskey on his hot breath.

“I guess I could say the same about you... the drink part, I mean.”

He laughed a bit, moving to stroke your cheek. This was beyond creepy, beyond bad.

“How ‘bout I take you ‘round the back and we get to know each other?” He asked you with a little smirk. He was so damn close you could almost feel the hairs from his mustache over your lips.

This was BAD.

But then, he came back. ‘Bout damn time.

Arthur Morgan

It didn’t take very long for Arthur to return, but it felt like forever.

And when you heard the door open across the room, a wave of relief washed over you as his looming figure quickly made its way towards the two of you.

“Well now, appears you’ve met Micah. Not under the best terms, I see.”

He was quick to set a firm hand on who you now knew as Micah, and aggressively pull him away from you.

“Woah woah woah, cowpoke, what’s your deal? You don’t even know this lady.”

“In fact, I do, and she’s mine.”

You didn’t like being called someone’s property? However, you’d much rather be his than Micah’s.

Micah didn’t seem phased, however he waved his hand when Arthur stepped closer to him.

“I can’t be bothered.” And off he went.

Almost immediately after that, Arthur turned his attention to you, asking if you were okay. You were fine of course, and he sighed a breath of relief once he heard you say so.

However, he began to apologize, and you chuckled and did your best to calm him down.

“Easy big guy, I’m fine, I promise.” You give him a little kiss on the cheek, and that gets the man to become a blushing mess.

You two eventually forget about the event and have a lovely night. An interesting first date, to say the least.

John Marston

It doesn’t take long for John to come back, and it takes even less time for John to approach the two of you.

At first he seems confused, as if you had just dropped him and gone for... Micah, of all people.

But once he noticed your nervous glance towards him, he KNEW something was horribly wrong.

This man might have a weaker tolerance to alcohol than Arthur, but he could still definitely throw a fight if necessary.

This, was absolutely necessary.

John stormed closer towards Micah, pulling him away by his coat.

“MICAH! Get the HELL away from my woman!” John’s voice was loud, firm. He sure as hell didn’t mind everyone knowing in Valentine knowing you were now together.

Micah seemed to laugh, almost in disbelief, at him. “Your woman? Now that surprises me. When the hell did you get the nerve to get a woman?” Micah teased, which seemed to infuriate John further.

And the next thing you knew, the sound of a loud crack filled the room, and a thud.

You worriedly looked over to the two men, to discover that Micah had a now broken nose, and he was on the ground.

“Don’t get cocky with me, and I’ll do much more than that.”

You quickly went to John’s side, gently pulling him backwards.

Micah got himself up, letting out an angry huff. “You watch yourself, boy! You and your dirty whore!” And then, he rushed out, to both of your relief.

“John, you know you didn’t have to do that.”

“I sure as hell did! I gotta protect you.”

John then proceeded to say that he knew Micah, and he was a part of the gang he was in. He was new, apparently.

You both chose to try and forget what happened, both agreeing that maybe going to a different saloon would be a good decision.

So, that’s what you did, and it was like nothing bad happened that night. Just a little bump in the road.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #john marston #micah bell #red dead redemption #rdr #rdr x reader #rdr2 x reader #writing

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warsofasoiaf · 5 years ago

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What is your favorite redemption or reformation arc in fictional literature, film, or TV? Would any characters from ASOIAF make your top 5 list? I think mine is probably Derrick Vineyard in American History X. I liked how he tried to share his beliefs with his brother, girlfriend, and former friends so that they would have the opportunity to change as well. I think too often redemption arcs rely on the reformed person having to kill their family to be fully "redeemed" and it's kind of silly.

That’s hard to pick, there are plenty of good ones. For a video game, honestly I loved Arthur Morgan’s arc, when you play him with high honor and really go out of your way to do all the sidequests.

I’m going to put in a cut just in case of spoilers

What really cements Arthur as a great redemption arc for me is that you actually spend time in the gang being the bad guy, even when playing a guy with high honor you’re still stealing and murdering from a heck of a lot of people. And in the end, it’s what gets you killed, when you beat Thomas Downes and end up getting afflicted with consumption purely by luck (and plot of course, it’s not like any of the other blood you come into contact with extensively during the game infects you), in some small way it’s the violence of the action that gets Arthur killed. Once you learn that, a lot of the final act becomes a lot more somber, Arthur goes through a lot of the motions trying to do what he can, and he gets plenty of great reactions. The Widow Charlotte is grateful when Arthur helps her be a stronger, more sure person, teaching the skills of combat and hunting to her but moving away from the van der Linde’s toxic family where the skills being taught come with induction into the criminality, the violence, and all of the things that make the group not good people.

Edith Downes though, hates you and always will hate you, even when you help out her son in the mines. She’s been forced into prostitution, she very clearly has syphilis from it, and hates Arthur for what he did acting as a debt collector. The problem of all the wickedness that the character did still being a real thing that actually happened isn’t glossed over, Edith hates him and has every right to do so; Arthur’s change of heart didn’t stop her from being forced into prostitution. And in the end, Arthur doesn’t end up getting revenge on Mycah (Dutch obviously cannot because of Red Dead), the reward for high honor is not being executed like a rabid dog only.

So you endeavor to do what you can, and that simply has to be what it is. Noah Caldwell-Gervais did a pretty phenomenal job with his analysis on Red Dead here if you’ve got some hours to kill.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

#red dead redemption 2

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missblissy · 6 years ago

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Modern!Red Dead AU x Reader (Part 1/?)

((Let's go friends, lets get this bread.))

It’s always the era of art, isn’t it? You’re a college student that has found yourself living in the Northcountry of New York. Living here was like taking a step back in time almost a 100 years ago. You’re going to college for art, but you aren’t sure if thats a major for you.

There was a large bustling town surrounding your college, and another one across town. It was to big to be called a town, honestly, but two small to be called a city so it was somewere in between. There was plent to do. Movies, coffee shops, video game lounges, vape shops, open parks with art in them. It was beautiful.

The first person you meet is a young man and his friends laughing in one of the smoking gazebos. You were also going to smoke anyways so you suppose it was time to meet some new friends.

This is when you met Arthur Morgan, John Marston, and Charles Smith. They went to the college on the otherside of town for music... Which was funny because none of them looked like the musical type.

“Why are you wasting the air here and not at your own school?” You asked. John, the one that looked half way between a drug dealer and a drug addict, said, “Well... My girlfriend goes to school here. And we can’t smoke on campus at our school,”

Oh. If anyone out of this odd bunch was anything normal, it was Charles. He was cool and quiet and didn’t say much other than, “Were are you from?” You told them how you lived about seven to eight hour from home. Turned out so did he.

Arthur and John were locals. They’d grown up in the wild North country. The mountains of New York were such an odd place. Arthur didn’t talk much but he did talk about this place called Java Barn. “It’s a live music venue. It’s not actually in a barn. It’s in a old autobody shop on our campus. There’s a show tonight. You should come,” He was so stern when he talked. What a weirdo.

“What's it like?” Charles told you it was a place were local musicans, students, and very underground and unknown bands played. It was a mix between and indoor slash outdoor music club.

The Java Barn opened at 9:00pm but they told you to show up at 10:00

That’s when you got to meet everyone else. You thought this was a local student thing, but it turned out to be a wild and open event that any body could go to.

Found on the college campus across town stuck in a alley way between two low buildings, you found it. There had to be more than 200 people there. Scattered around in the alley while loud music blasted out of the open garage doors.

You found the three pretty boys that you met earlier that day sitting way off to the side on a set of stairs that went to nowhere. They waved you over, John smiling and Charles getting up to greet you. They introduced you to the rest of their friends.

There was a kid named Sean from Ireland who was far to drunk already. He was a drop out and didn’t want to go back home. So he lived with John and John’s girlfriend, Abigal, in an apartment in town. Abigal went to school for nursing, she said.

Charle’s was roommates with Arthur, who also lived in town. They had a third roommate who was a girl named Karen. She went to your school for criminal justice and she was a bit of a partier. She was also very very drunk and seemed to be gravitating towards Sean.

To your surprise you met one of your own fucking professors, It was Professor Van der Linde who taught your modern philosophy class, and your english Professor too! Mr. Mattews. You knew the two of them were friends, because you saw them always walking together in the hallways of your school, you didn’t know how good of friends though or that they were friends with students.

Was this a little unethical? No... No it couldn’t be. Right?

This party at the Java Barn was actully.... a lot of fun! You met so many people, drunk, stoned, sober, and they were all very nice. This little gang of people around the stairs off in the distance seemed like a big friend group.

There were other people too, a kid named Lenny who was in your art major. There was his friends Tilly and Mary-beth, and their friend Sadie who was a very loud and drunk lesbian who had to let everyone know who she was. You found out Tilly was also in the criminal justice major, and Mary-beth was in the english studies major. Sadie was to drunk to even communicate properly but someone told you she went to other college for psycology.

You also met some dropouts who still slugged around, named Bill and Micah who were fans of Dutch’s class and that was about it. There was also someone named Javiar but he didn’t seem interested in being friends with anyone really.

You noticed other professors you had also at the gathering, even older people well into their golden years. It was so amazing and forigen to you. What on earth was this place that you had found?

They got you to drink, and smoke, and enjoy yourself. They were all so nice and you found yourself making friends very quickly. The music was loud and funny, it made you want to dance.

The girls all gathered together and laughed and giggled and dance and barked at any of the men that tried to squeeze in. You were dragged away by them to gossip in the bathroom. You’ve never had many friends, definetly no friends that were like this.

You added everyone on snapchat, facebook, twitter, anything they had. It felt a little weird when Dutch and Hosea insisted that you refer to them by their names, and they gladly gave you their contact information.

That night you walked home with Tilly and Abigal, they lived in the same dorm as you and didn’t even know it. It was beautiful walk because your campus was littered with nature trails seeing as it was in the middle of a forest.

You didn’t have a roommate (lucky, the said) so when you got back to your half decorated room, you flopped down on your bed. You closed your eyes for a second, feeling tired but glad you took the risk and went out. Your phone was buzzing alive already. Your new friends hadn’t wasted a second texting you.

Smiling, ready for bed, you rolled over, still in the clothes you wore out and sunk into your bed, sleeping and waiting for what the next day had to bring.

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squidproquoclarice · 6 years ago

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Don't know what you'd think of this, but my read on Dutch is that his first concern is his own safety, and when his safety isn't a concern his talk is genuine. When everything starts going to shit his selfish nature comes to the forefront and he subconsciously ramps up the manipulation tactics. And I don't how Ch 6 Dutch would have behaved if he wasn't Post-Hosea and brain damaged.

I’m wrapping this into another Ask of “You believe Dutch never loved Arthur, John, or any of them?”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~To answer second Ask very directly, I’d say no, that Dutch never loved any of them. But that’s due to asking “What is love?” (Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more). I’m saying that with the perspective that real, genuine love needs empathy, selflessness, concern for the other person first above yourself. You can be very fond and affectionate and caring, but if you’re a narcissist who will always, always instinctively want to put yourself first, if you’ll sacrifice them for your needs, then yeah, you don’t truly love them. You can’t. But none of them knew it, including perhaps Dutch, because they weren’t pushed anywhere near that until 1899. The only vague hint we have is his implied habit of going through women and treating them as somewhat dispensable. (I do think he was fond of Annabelle, but if you dig into it, I’m going to guess at its core it’s mostly anger that something of his was taken from him. He only talks about her in a sense of outrage that Colm killed her, not the grief for her as a person. Contrast that to Hosea’s very real grief for Bessie.)To the first Nonny, I think you’re right. I never would say Dutch is all a cynical act. He does like and care about these people. He’s taken them in when they’ve been lost souls and given them a family, and yes, there’s certainly an angle of self-interest in preying on their vulnerability–the ones he finds as kids are particularly painful–but it’s clear he also enjoys these people. He likes them. He’s not just seeing them as little toy soldiers who he has to fool by playing nice so he can use them.The trouble with Dutch is, as you say, when the good times are good, his better nature is there. He can be kind, generous, funny, and it’s easier to downplay the darkest part of the reality, that he’s a silver-tongued egomaniac who’s drawn all these people together into an anarchosocialist cult with him as their godhead. But there’s room for kindness. There’s room for affection and pride. There’s room for him to see Hosea as (almost) his equal and treat him and his opinion with great respect. Though the fact that it’s very definitively the Van Der Linde Gang, not the Van Der Linde/Matthews Gang, makes it clear that Hosea may be a brother, but definitely subordinate. There were other outlaw gangs with a more equal partnership definitely noted: the James/Younger Gang, for example, or Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid getting equal billing in the Hole In The Wall Gang. In this case, Hosea’s the quieter junior partner, and even he eventually observes how he’s fallen under Dutch’s spell.Most violently oriented cults don’t hold together for years on end. I think there’s a reason for that. Technically the gang’s been in existence for at least 23 (?) years, since I believe Hosea’s news article details him and Dutch breaking out of prison in Ohio in 1876. They found Arthur in 1877. Hosea had Bessie, and it sounds like Susan is also an OG. But that was that for a while, until they brought John into it in 1885. That changed things again, but I’d argue that the early days of the gang were very different. It was a small group: Dutch, Hosea, Bessie as Team Mom, Susan leaving her role as Dutch’s lover and becoming Team Spinster Aunt, Dutch’s current lover in any given year, Arthur growing into manhood and his role as Annoyed Older Brother, and John as Little Brother. That small core family of two kids, two dads, one mom and one aunt (though Bessie sounds to have died before the gang really exploded in size) and one revolving-door girlfriend, seems to have been a fairly set dynamic until c. 1892 or 1893. It sounds to have been fairly stable, tight-knit, warm and affectionate. I suspect Arthur’s anxiety settled down when he saw that he’d always be treated and respected as the eldest son, and he and John were actually pretty close until John fucked up with Abigail. The closest that anyone came to leaving was Arthur riding off for a few days every couple of months to go see Eliza and Isaac. This also sounds like the best days of the gang in terms of charity—that article from the bank robbery from the mid-late 1880s that’s clearly Dutch, Hosea, and Arthur happened, and they promptly went and were handing out money to the local poor people and basically being giddy Robin Hoods. Arthur remembers when they used to help people. These were the good days. So in 1892/1893 you have Dutch, Hosea, Arthur, John, Susan, and Dutch’s Current Girlfriend (though I suspect nobody counts her that much since she’s prone to changing every couple of years). I think Bessie is dead by this point since Hosea makes it sound like it happened before most of the gang members were there. So we’ll say this gang is effectively five people, with one more loosely attached honorary member. Suddenly the gang population explodes. It sounds like everyone else joined in the last six years prior to RDR2, probably many in the last two to three. From Pearson’s pic of the stagecoach likely in 1895, given Abigail holding baby Jack, they had Dutch, Hosea, Arthur, Abigail, Susan, John, Pearson, and Bill, and we know Javier was part of it, Tilly sounds to have been. That’s ten right there, maybe more.And I think that swapped the dynamic for Dutch too. Suddenly they’re acquiring every stray, lost soul, and orphan in their path. He’s not just the fond patriarch of a tight-knit family, he’s got to be the leader, the prophet, the Messiah of a Goddamned movement. And I think that exacerbates his narcissism. He has more people to look after, and more people to hold in his sway. His personality becomes bigger. His rhetoric and his plans become more grandiose. He becomes more of the fire-and-brimstone street preacher. The gang becomes less charitable, more insular, more we take care of our own first, because they’re becoming far more dangerously visible with the need to take care of ten, fifteen, twenty people, and the more constant stream of risk and crimes that comes with it. The population explosion pretty much doomed the gang, I think, because it pushed Dutch’s narcissism to deadly levels, and forced them to start taking on bigger and riskier crimes on a more regular basis. By 1896 the clock was probably already ticking down, and the pressure of the next few years ratcheted that up until it finally explodes in the Blackwater Massacre and everything that happens after. So to backtrack: I think the Dutch that Hosea, Bessie, Susan, Arthur, and John knew from c. 1876 to 1893 was a proto-narcissist who would have looked out for ol’ Number 1 when pressed hard, yes, but the situation and dynamic they had was a lot more forgiving and brought out Dutch’s idealism, affection, and the like rather than his worst traits. When the gang started getting bigger, he had more people to hold there, and more risk to keep it all together, the manipulation and grooming and gaslighting ratcheted up too because things had already subtly transformed and started to turn. You can see some of it in Chapters 1-4 with things like him insisting Arthur will betray him and telling Hosea he needs FAITH NOT DOUBTERS but yeah, it’s really Chapters 5 and 6 that show it. Missing Hosea’s restraint and with Arthur as the son being unable to take the role of the brother, and with the likelihood of Traumatic Brain Injury/TBI to boot, there was no other way it could have ended, because those were the final nails in the coffin. But I don’t think it was all Hosea and TBI. The seeds of everyone’s destruction were there long, long before. I don’t think Dutch is this cynical mastermind and that everything is a deliberate act, mind. Both those who say that Dutch changed (Sadie, Charles) and those who say he became who he always was (John, Arthur) are right. He changed and became his true and worst self, and I’m not sure even he fully realized how much he’d been keeping at bay in a far more forgiving situation that let him be his best self.

#dutch van der linde #arthur morgan #john marston #rdr2 #hosea matthews #thank you for coming to my red talk #Anonymous

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chocolatemicenwhiskey · 6 years ago

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GTA: Historical Drinking Game

Ron Jakowski stumbled out of bed, hearing laughter coming from the living room. Tugging on his clothes, he trudged up the stairs, mentally cursing whoever invented floor to ceiling windows in these goddamn penthouse apartments as he was nearly blinded by the midmorning sun. It was moments like this he missed his trailer in the desert.

"Chef? Rosie?" he muttered, stifling a yawn. "What's going on?"

Chef, real name Todd McLeach, held up a hand to silence the older man, focused on historical documentary on the TV.

"Uncle Arthur!" he called as a black and white still image of a cowboy flashed on screen, pouring a pair of shots. "Drink!"

The McLeach siblings raised their glasses in unison and downed them, Rosie making a face at the burn and coughing. Ron, not exactly sure what was going on, patted his lover's back.

"It's 10:30 in the morning and you're drinking tequila?"

Rosie nodded, checking the television to be certain of the commercial break and stood up. Taking Ron's hand she led him to a shelf lined with old photographs.

"Family?"

"In a sense," Chef said. "Our great-great grandparents either had ties to or were part of the Dutch Van Der Linde Gang."

Ron blinked in surprise, looking up at the photo at the top. Rosie stood on her tip toes and took it from it's place of honor and dusted off the glass.

"That's Grandma McLeach there," Rosie signed, pointing to a pretty woman with a scar across the left side of her face. "I was named after her. She came from Ireland. That's Papa Escuella next to her."

Ron looked from the photo to the siblings. The resemblance of both sides were there. Rosie had her namesake's thin features and light eyes, Chef taking more from his grandfather's side.

"Papa didn't want Grandma or their son to be in danger on his part, so she never took his name when they married, then 1911 happened," Chef said as Rosie put the photo back up. "A few cousins go by Escuella instead of McLeach though."

"Used it as an alias once," signed Rosie.

"What happened in 1911?" Ron asked.

Rosie sighed and Chef poured himself another shot before speaking.

"Papa was due to be hanged and Grandma tried to stop it. Lawmen gunned her down in front of Papa and then hanged him."

Ron put a hand to his neck and winced.

"That's horrible."

"I think it's romantic," Rosie signed. "Tragic romance and all that."

Ron wondered if he should be worried about the state of their relationship if his girlfriend was into that sort of thing.

#gta 5 #gta v #fic #rdr2

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vide0-nasties · 6 years ago

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Y2 thru Y5 for Euffie, Ylfa and WW

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2. what inspired you to create them?

Eustacia: General pettiness lol. Probably an unpopular stance, but I don’t really write for the fandom anymore and don’t much care, so. When I got into the Arcana, most of the apprentices I saw were excessively attractive and pretty much all pulled from the same aesthetic, so I went OKAY BUT WHAT IF MINE WAS WEIRD AND UGLY AND BRUTAL? Then my little shitpot was born uwu

Ylfa: AH. THEIA MOONS, MY GOOD FRIEND AND WIFE you went ‘rags create a short OC challenge.’ Then I took it a step further and made her blonde. Also I already had Euffie’s endgame for ascending to godhood, so I decided 'why not have Ylfa venerate my other OC?’ And I’ve never really written a spy, so I threw that in there too!

Wildwood: I was playing RDR2 when I heard this dialogue come up in camp, and I got so offended by the resignation in Arthur’s voice that I went “there needs to be someone standing off to the side getting royally pissed on his behalf FOR him.” And I kept listening to Dutch and went “okay but what if that same someone had thoughts that were pretty much in line with that, too?” And finally, what if Dutch asked them how they thought they’d act when the time comes, and they answered, “I can’t die, but when I do, I’m coming back bigger and worse.”

3. were they different when they were first created?

Eustacia: Euffie’s always been a big, useless crybaby, but the longer I’ve had her, the more selfish and insular she’s become. She’s greedy for knowledge and viciously protective of those she considers under her protection, but she doesn’t give one single fuck about strangers or even acquaintances.

Ylfa: originally I planned for her to have lived a life of relative comfort in a position that pretty much culminated into being a fortune telling machine that lived beautifully decorated on a cushion at the feet of her country’s queen. Which I still think is very interesting, and still figures in a little, but I wanted her to be a capable warrior monk that’s seen at least a little of the world.

Wildwood: Lol. This one first started out as me wondering how a stranger mission could turn into your ride or die girlfriend, but then I got overly invested in developing her backstory. Now she’s been with the Van der Linde gang her entire adult life.

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

Eustacia: While I do sometimes miss writing her so much it stings, I’ve pretty thoroughly put her on the back burner in terms of projects. Towards the end of what I was posting for her, I was getting zero feedback and that really, really fucking sucks and made me bitter toward the fandom. So after my last standalone got next to nothing in the way of feedback, I just stopped contributing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ylfa: GOD unfortunately I haven’t written very much for her ;-; Stellamore right now has very little canon content (which I absolutely do not hold against them, they’re a very young free-to-play project by people who very much and deservedly have lives outside of the game!!) but I’m the kind of person that doesn’t really enjoy writing for something that isn’t completed or at least fairly in progress, bc I don’t like guessing and getting details wrong ;-;

Wildwood: right now, Wood’s my absolute favorite in terms of writing. She’s got roots in stuff I grew up with (westerns and outlaws), she’s odd and still very grounded. She’s not magical or indestructible even with all the weirdness I dumped into her. She’s got a steadfast understanding of herself and a decisiveness that most of my other characters lack. She is a breakaway from My Type and she’s challenging to write, but I’m loving it very much so far.

5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

Eustacia: she was subservient and frightened and 'good’ (read: not difficult) her entire life and finally decided fuck *that* and stole her freedom. I struggle even know with the idea that my life is constantly decided for me and that I supposed to take the path that benefits others or the greater good more than it benefits me, and writing someone who got absolutely fed-up with that shit was very important to me.

Ylfa: Ylfa’s life has at times been incredibly shitty to her, but it hasn’t made her hateful. She’s still got the ability to wonder at things and embrace things and find adventure in the places she ends up. She’s damaged but she works at improving herself, and she looks forward to living and finds ways to improve her life snd the life of others–even if it means forcing her way into an upcoming political coup to overthrow a bloated regime, hhhh.

Wildwood: She’s the second oldest OC I’ve ever written at 35 (the oldest being 50-53), and she’s so spectacularly done with other people’s bullshit. She’s never bent her personality to please anyone else, and the older she gets the less fucks she gives about people’s opinions about her. They either accept her nature as she’s come to do for herself, or they don’t, and she doesn’t cotton to their bullshit or lower her voice. Besides the fact she’s a ruthless contract killer and career criminal, she’s who I want to be lol.

#ty theia me lurve! uwu #oc: eustacia #oc: ylfa #oc: wildwood #unseeliequeens #holler holler get $

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xihaveaplanxx · 3 years ago

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I Want It (Short Story)

“She’s dangerous.”

“Micah is dangerous.”

“She shot her gun at me!”

“Did you get shot?”

“Hosea!”

“I’m sure she didn’t shoot at you. We’d have heard it!”

“I rode as fast as I could away from her. I know yo uget on me about Micah but is Dreama any different?”

“Yes. Very much so.” Hosea looked at him, his arms crossed. “She didn’t shoot up an entire town.”

“She tried to kill me, Hosea.”

“I think you are just bluffing. She’s a sweet girl.”

“Yeah, to you. She don’t like me. She’s going to murder me one day.”

“I don’t think she would do that.”

“She’s going to!”

“I won’t let her.”

At the camp.

“Hi Dreama!”

“Fuck off, Molly.” Dreama glared at Dutch’s girlfriend. Lenny was walking by and he stopped when he saw this conflict. He along with Arthur were the only two that knew why she was so mean to Molly and so violent towards Dutch. She liked him a whole lot and she felt Molly was a waste of space. She took to antagonizing him because if she can’t have him, she’d make him damn near miserable and do the same to her.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. What? You have time from your busy schedule of making yourself pretty and choking on Dutch’s cock to say hello to me. Fuck off, Molly.” She was really laying into her and Lenny saw how hurt she looked. Molly was very very sweet and she didn’t deserve that. It’s not her fault she was with Dutch. He liked her ... well sometimes....he was hard to read...didn’t matter. They were together. She just refused to deal with it. “Go away”

“You walked by our tent.”

“I don’t care. Fucking go somewhere, Molly I swear....”

“You swear what?” Arthur came over when he heard how angry she was getting. “Dreama, come with me....we can go on a ride.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere.” She told him and he glared at her. “I’m fine at camp. Molly can go somewhere. Like lie face down in the fucking lake.”

“Dreama! Let’s go.” Arthur dragged her off, not giving her a choice. Molly went back into the tent and he heard her crying. He felt so bad. She didn’t deserve that. He decided to take her down to the lake by camp so she can calm down. Hosea and Dutch were in town and were going to be back shortly as they said. Who knew what they were doing. Whatever they were doing, it was better than coping with Dreama having a fit. They got down to the lake and Arthur peered down at her . She looked like she wanted to punch him but he knew damn well she wouldn’t hit him. She was violent, yes, but she was smart...sometimes. “If you don’t get your emotions in check....”

“I don’t like Molly.”

“No, you don’t like her because you have a crush on Dutch and you feel if she has him and you don’t, she doesn’t get to be happy. I mean Dutch ain’t no big prize either. I love the man but he’s not the best if you want comfort. You see how he is. They fight over meaningless things. Just because you think he’s....cute I guess you aren’t missing nothing. You made that girl feel bad and for what? Because you are jealous? Jealous of what? I don’t know.”

“You don’t understand.”

“I don’t want to. You need to apologize.”

“No. She’s a skank. Just like Abigail.”

“You wouldn’t say that to John, that’s the mother of his son”

“And she’s useless. And a ho. Didn’t most the people here fuck her at some point?? Do you really know Jack is John’s?”

“Dreama, don’t go there.” Arthur told her. “I don’t want to have to tell Hosea this is how you are. I know he’s heard some things but he’s wanting to have the benefit of the doubt but you are making it so hard to even do that seeing how you are.

“I....”

“I know you really like Dutch...for some odd reason but.....being mean to Molly and trying to murder Dutch won’t fix it....”

“I....”

“Oh, I know what you did. Dutch told me. Showed me the rope burns on his back because you lasso’d him off his horse and yanked him. He could have died.”

“But he didn’t.”

“Dreama!”

“Arthur, I...”

“You need to calm down. He won’t let you stick around so long if you keep antagonizing him. He’s not fun when he’s mad...believe me. Especially if it’s at you. You think you are tough now but you never dealt with him angry. I’m telling you because I like you, like a little sister .... I just want you to be okay. I’m sorry you can’t have him, but you’ll find someone better...I’m sure.”

“I like him.”

“I know but he’s taken. It burns. I know. Maybe hang around Javier. I see you when he sings you songs.”

“He’s really cute.”

“Well there you go.” Arthur patted her arm. “You’ll be fine. You gonna be better then?”

“Yeah. I mean....I guess there are other fish in the sea.”

“There are. You’ll be just fine.”

Later at dinner

“Dreama, come here.” Dutch called for her against his better judgement. When he came back to camp, Molly was inconsolable. He asked around and the only person to tell him what went on was Miss Grimshaw who in her own words basically said that Dreama was being a bitch to her. He had no idea why she was so...mean to him and to her. He had his assumptions but he doubted that if she had a thing for him, she’d try so hard to harm him. “You know, I’ve gotten complaints.”

“So. You get complaints about Micah and he’s still here. I doubt I’m as bad as Micah.”

“Mr. Bell is misunderstood.”

“No he’s trash.”

“Dreama...” He crossed his arms. “Why did you make Molly upset and try to kill me. Hosea don’t believe me. You got my best friend wrapped around your finger. I can’t say I’m a fan.”

“Hosea being your best friend makes me question him. He’s so well adjusted and you...are you.”

“Why are you like this?” He asked. He knew maybe even saying what he was about to say next was risky seeing how she was to him and tried to murder him, but .... he was a man of chance and he’d risk it. “Do you like me, is that it?”

“No.” She looked away from him. “Who told you that?”

“I’ve heard rumblings about camp. I heard that a certain Ms.Danielle might have a crush on me. Is that true?”

“No.” She was slinking away and he arched an eyebrow. “Ah, so it’s true.” He looked down at her. “Well, I’m sorry if I’ve broken your heart.”

“You’d never break my heart, Dutch Van Der Linde.” She glared up at him and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Seeing how she was mere seconds ago when called out on her feelings, he knew this was all bluster now.

“You are a weird one. Tried to murder me, mean to Molly. Makes sense but don’t mean it’s okay.”

“I hate you.”

“I think that you wish that you could.”

“Go away.”

“I’m sorry you feel how you do. I don’t know how to make you feel better though you could apologize for what you’ve done to me and to Ms. O’Shea.”

“No.” She stomped off and Dutch didn’t try to stop her. She wasn’t angry now, she was hurt and he did feel bad in a way. Also flattered she liked him enough to try to murder him. He wasn’t sure what his brain was doing right now, but he did think it interesting she liked him as she did. Now that the crush was out there, maybe she’d be nicer or she’d avoid him. Least hopefully now he won’t have to sleep with one eye open. He hoped.

By the fire/Twenty minutes later

“Micah, you don’t like Molly do you?”

“I’m not killing Ms. O’Shea because you like Dutch, if that is what you are asking.”

“Micah....come on now.”

“Why would I ever help you? Besides, Dutch is happy with her. Who am I to get in the way of that?”

“You legit leveled a fucking town over two pathetic pistols. You don’t care about others' happiness. Don’t try to pretend you have morals now, Micah.”

“You are selfish.”

“That is rich coming from you.” She knocked his hat on the ground and he wasn’t phased. He knew he had to be on his best behavior here and he knew if he did anything to her it wouldn’t be Dutch he’d deal with, it would be Hosea and he just wasn’t interested in squabbles with an old man. “I’m asking you for help.”

“You don’t even have the funds to cover what you are asking?”

“Oh?” She reached in her top and produced a whole bunch of bills. Now he was intrigued. How did she get this much money? She had to have robbed a train or something. He wouldn’t put it past her. They didn’t want to ever admit it but she was almost crazier than him. Almost. “How does 400 fit you, Micah?”

“400 a bit low for what you asking”

“I’ll give you 600 if you hide her body after.” She reached in her shirt and got the rest out. “She needs to be disposed of.”

“You really like Dutch don’t ya?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I do know something. I’ve always gotten what I’ve wanted....this time won’t be any different.”

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slci-lions-roar · 6 years ago

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Red Dead Redemption 2: Best Game of 2018

By: Dan Cheng (Gr. 12)

Backstory:

In 2010, Rockstar Games released one of the greatest games in history, Red Dead Redemption.

It pretty much set the expectations of what a video game based in the wild west would be like to the highest and broke those expectations with an uppercut through the roof, scaring all the other video game developers out of ever trying their hand in the old west genre.

It told the beautifully painful story of John Marston, a former outlaw turned bounty hunter, as he hunted down his old gang to save his family from the Feds. The gameplay mechanics of Red Dead Redemption, such as the weapon wheel and Dead Eye, have since inspired a great many games that came after. But what did that leave us after we beat the game? Only 8 years of anticipation and conspiracies., Iin 2016, we finally got confirmation that Red Dead Redemption 2 was coming. Having been delayed twice, the game finally released (for PS4 and Xbox One) on October 26, 2018.

Installation details:

Red Dead Redemption requires 106GB of hard drive space available to install. After installation, it gives back 50GB of space back to you, so it only takes up 56GB to keep it inside your system. Delete it and you need 106GB to reinstall it. Capiche? If that’s not enough to make you punch yourself in the gut, the game comes with TWO discs. Yeah, that two disc thing hasn’t happened since “Metal Gear Solid: Twin Snakes” on the Gamecube. Anyway, the first disc is the data disc that has the first half of the game’s data and the second one is the play disc. It has the second half and it's the disc you will use to play the game. What else…?? Oh yeah, the installation is two to three hours long and takes even longer if you aren’t quick enough to change the discs as soon as the first half of the installation is done.

Story Details:

The story of the game is 60 hours long and I’ve only been playing for 17 hours. Yes, I’ve destroyed my social life, mental health, vitamin intake, kidneys, and mother’s patience in the first 8 hours. What is real life? Is it a legendary animal? ...Girlfriend, you say? Is that an expensive weapon? Anyway, the story is a prequel to the first Red Dead Redemption and the gist of it is pretty simple.

Set in the 1890’s, the beginning of the end of the Wild West. You are Arthur Morgan, a member of the Van Der Linde gang led by Dutch Van Der Linde (a major antagonist in the last game) and accompanied by not only the guys you were supposed to kill in the last game… but also John Marston. A robbery went bad in a town called Blackwater and now the government is hunting your gang down. The main objective of the story is to go on the lam and survive off the land. The story so far is quite amazing. It not only engages the player in dialogue, it also makes you want to keep going. Keep seeing how it all plays out in the end. The first chapter, in my opinion, was a little stretched. While it did set up some good introductions to characters, the chapter mainly acted as a tutorial disguised as part of the story when you could have essentially taken that part out all together or made it as an option for players who want a tutorial and as an option to skip for players who don’t… either way, it wouldn’t change the story that much as the beginning of chapter two likes to reinstate the issues in chapter 1 enough that anyone who was just finally starting to pay attention would be able to understand. Either way, it is quite amazing to see how the gang members develop into the villains you kill in the first game. You will play as Arthur Morgan for the first 6 chapters and play as John Marston for the epilogue, setting up the start of the first Red Dead Redemption.

Gameplay:

Red Dead Redemption 2 is one of those games that truly lives up to its predecessor and then some. The gameplay is so vastly improved and dynamic from the first game;, it’s like video games can hit puberty. The mini map design, dead eye and weapon wheel mechanics make a return, but better. The mini map is now interchangeable to a degree that it's more convenient than the tediousness of just pausing the game to open the map. The Dead Eye mechanic no longer relies on a V.A.T.S-like protocol of waiting for you to confirm where you want to shoot, it will automatically mark a spot, allowing you to be quick when using Dead Eye and conserving Dead Eye power. This more reliable Dead Eye also has a drawback in that constantly turning on Dead Eye means accidentally shooting where you don’t want to, making you waste needless Dead Eye power. I like this as it not only makes players treat Dead Eye as a valuable resource instead of just an easy way to play, it also forces the player to get better at hand eye coordination so they won’t rely on Dead Eye. The weapon wheel is pretty much the same as always, with a few changes. Because Red Dead Redemption 2’s game engine is meant to be realistic as possible, the weapon wheel has been limited to only three firearms (or two firearms and one bow) because nobody can realistically pull 30 different types of guns from an invisible bag in their pants (looking at you, Grand Theft Auto V). Switching weapons ingame is also quite cinematic. Say you’re in a gun-fight and you want to switch from your carbine to your revolver. Arthur won’t just sling his carbine over his back or make it disappear from reality. He’ll hold the carbine by the barrel with his left hand and use his right hand to shoot the revolver. This realism of how guns are held was no doubt inspired by Max Payne 3, especially when you get the option to dual wield two revolvers or pistols. One excessively strange feature is the Eagle Eye ability. This is essentially a carbon copy of the Eagle Vision from Assassin’s Creed, most notably the version from Revelations. Eagle Eye essentially slows down time when you walk or crouch (like Dead Eye, but without being able to shoot a gun) and tracks animals you hunt by highlighting the trail they took. Red Dead Redemption 2 is teeming with several things to in your free time when you feel like exploring the world. You can shave your beard, get a haircut, get a bath, get a girl to give YOU a bath, play five finger fillet, order food, order drinks, cook food, go hunting, murder people, rob people, play poker, buy guns, buy clothes, get drunk, rob houses, rob everything, kill everything and most importantly… all you had to do was follow the train, CJ!. No really, Chapter 3 has a mission where you literally follow a train. It nearly broke my thumb.

I absolutely enjoy the fact that there is more customization in this game than the first one, as the first one only had full outfits to choose from and this one allows you to mix and match to create custom outfits while also forcing you to dress according to the weather. Yes, like Breath Of The Wild, you have to dress according to the game’s climate (hot, cold and average). The option to wield a bow is awesome, but I wish there was more than one. As an archer myself, I do pride myself on knowing what kind of wood my bow has and if its a recurve or longbow.

Unlike the first game, Red Dead Redemption 2 focuses on realism, so that means survival needs and hair upkeep. Eating or neglecting to eat will affect Arthur’s cores (Cores are Health, Stamina and Dead Eye). Eating will increase health, but bring down stamina, with neglecting to eat doing vice versa and causing Arthur’s weight to change. Yes, you can be a fat outlaw. Sleeping is essential for keeping your cores recharging at normal speed. The same can be said for consumables, although it does annoy me that Arthur takes one puff of a cigarette or cigar (both of which increase Dead Eye at the cost of stamina) and throws it away. Its surprisingly satisfying to watch Arthur eat a meal or drink coffee at camp while walking into the morning sun. Hair and beard will grow over time, but slowly. It’s annoying if you want to keep short and clean shaven like in the military and agonizing if you want to do Forrest Gump during his three years of running.

The bounty system also makes a return from the last game, but in a much easier fashion to survive and harder to be rid of. Bounties are more realistic, forcing you to wear a bandana to avoid being identified, lest you pay hundreds to the post office to remove your bounty.

Speaking of realistic, the weather in the game is highly dynamic. The snowy mountains feel like Canada during the winter of 2009, the canyons feel peaceful as you gallop through to see the sun shine over the road, the desert landscape in certain towns bring a paranoia of lack of vision and the night is ACTUALLY dark.

Final Thoughts:

Red Dead Redemption 2 deserves a 13/10. It truly is game of the year and nothing can beat it.

Excellent story, a vast amount of activities/sidequests, the most massive playable map I’ve ever seen and near flawless realism with a few hiccups of glitches that are forgivable.

Lets have some moonshine, boys and girls, Arthur Morgan’s story will go down as a classic.

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Will you ever notice me? Arthur Morgan x Original Female Character

Authors notes: In this chapter I placed big/small (it’s you to decide) crossover, it doesn’t change the plot but I felt like it would be a good wink to others from Witcher’s fandom. If I could give my OC voice it would be this one from quoted song. It’s another chapter and you can find the rest of chapter on my blog if you want to read more of my fanfiction. I decided to post all parts I have at once so the fic could catch more attention. Words count: 2238 Chapter 7 At first he thought Iris is really gonna wait for him. He was telling himself that she just wanted some space and she moved to let himself think. But then, once, when he was lying in his bed it hit him. She told you that just to make it dumping her easier for you, you old fool. She won't wait for you and you let her go. And this realisation made him cry for brief moment. He just hurt another woman in his life. You stole her first kiss, Arthur Morgan. No, he couldn't sleep now. He was the worst. He walked down the stairs and went to the garden to smoke a cigarette and clean his head. And then he noticed that under his favourite tree Iris is drawing something in her journal. She was singing too, something that sounded like a lullaby. He decided to listen to her before walking at her like that.

Wolves asleep amidst the trees Bats all a swaying in the breeze But one soul lies anxious wide awake Fearing no manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths For your dolly Polly sleep has flown Don't dare let her tremble alone For the witcher, heartless, cold Paid in coin of gold He comes he'll go leave naught behind But heartache and woe Deep, deep woe

- Nice song - he cleared his throat - but who is a witcher? Iris's heart jumped right to her throat and so did her arms. She looked at him with the coldest manner she had. - It's a bad guy from a tale about himself. He lives in kings and queens times and he slaughters monsters, like...Ghosts and things like that. No one likes witcher's though. They are scary. - Never heard of it. Sounds interesting. - I can borrow you a book. He's in love with a witch with violet eyes and black hair. Really pretty one. - I am not much of a person who likes books - he laughed and then dragged from cigarette - too stupid for that. - If you say so, Mr Morgan - she closed her journal and got up, cleaning her dress from any grass and sand - Anyway, it's you seat. Sorry for taking it, it's free now. - Wait - he grabbed her wrist. He just didn't know what to do next - you have something in your hair - was all he said, using the most awkward manner to pick ''something'' from her hair and throw it away. - Thank you? - she looked at him rather startled. - I-I actually wanted to talk to you? If you have time. - There isn't much to talk about these days. Only Dutch has a lot to say to me, he keeps talking about Tahiti and mangoes. He's crazy, he doesn't even know where freakin' Tahiti is. - Neither do I, sweetheart. - You don't wanna go there without even bare skills of finding it on world's map, Mr Morgan. - I feel like you change the subject and I really need to talk to you, Iris. She sighed and nodded her head. It was just normal courtesy but he couldn't read thru it and started talking. - I feel like you avoiding me. - Really now? I'm sorry. - You said you are gonna wait to let me think but then ya don't talk much to me. It's not like I am thinking about it constantly and I'm gonna overheat talking to you at the same time - he rambled. That was bad choice of words. - I am not thinking about you, I-I mean I think about you a lot, b-but not this way...- was all he babbled. It was even worse! - I see you could use some sleep, Mr Morgan. You don't make much sense - Iris patted his arm with the friendlier manner she could force herself to and she left Arthur faster than the light. He was a fool meant to die alone. Arthur started to write a lot in his journal. Whole pages were covered with words. If he could only speak so swiftly he would win Iris back already but all he could do was watching her from afar. She stopped taking any jobs that meant being with him, she hunted alone and when she needed help with anything she was asking Dutch straight away, even when Arthur was next to her and Dutch sat in his tent. Iris and Arthur were good friends but now they wasn't even strangers. She actually talked more to Micah than to him. And it hurt but he didn't know what to do when he could speak with Iris. It was his lack of communication. All he could think about was Iris's birthday happening today and he decided to go to the city to buy her a gift. But what would she liked? He had actually this much money that if she liked a boat, he could buy one. But boat didn't seem right. She was strong, yet femine. And smart, she knew a lot. Maybe perfumes? Nah, she smelled good enough for him. Then maybe a book? Arthur gulped while thinking how hard it's gonna be to buy a book for Iris. - Good morning, my birthday girl! - Mary- Beth chirped, trying to wake Iris up - I have something what you gonna like! - More hours of sleep and something to eat? - Yes! Kind of. I bought you cookies. But it's not what I really have. She handed Iris small tissue and girl unfolded it. There was silver pendant inside, with small emerald blinking in sunlight. - It's beautiful! You totally stole it, Mary - Beth! - I totally diid - she sang and cuddled her friend - Isn't that romantic? I steal for you, I mend your heart, soon and we gonna be married. - It actually is quite romantic. And to be honest we are free people. I would marry you. - I know you would, I am sweetest one. Ain't I? Tell me I am! - You are dearest to me, Mary-Beth. And this is absolutely the greatest thing I ever got for birthday. - It matches your eyes~!Arthur was gone for the whole day. He was running from shop to shop. After few hours he choosed one dress, but he also saw a beautiful haircomb, with carved elements and subtle. He wasn't sure for what he should settle and decided it's not gonna be a dress when lady in shop looked at him weirdly because when she asked Arthur for size, he told that he could embrace Iris's waist with his arm. He decided to be braver than usually and decided to enter book shop. - Er, g'day sir -Arthur scratched his chin - Do you have some books for person who likes to study...biology? - Biology, sir? - Well, my wife - he quickly noticed how sweet if would sound if was reall - she enrolled to university and she's gonna be a doctor, she's really smart you know and I wanted buy something...proper. - I think I have something just right for you, sir. It was indeed right.-Mary-Beth! - Iris jumped quickly in her direction and dragged her to nearest bush she saw. Her breath was heavy. - What, what? - Look what I had found - she spoken in with deadly serious manner. And the case was serious. She just noticed Arthur's journal left in his room. - Is it...? - Yes and I know we shouldn't but I don't have any decency - she straightened up proudly - so we gonna read it. And so they opened journal and was searching thru it for any appearance of Iri's name. At first it wasn't anything harmful and Arthur wrote about her as ''kid'' or ''new kid'' but right after what happened between them few days ago they could read something very disturbing. It was almost the worst Iris could imagine. In this note Arthur more or less compared her to Eliza and Marry. - ''She seems so similar to Eliza. She is just more nervous and frivolous. I think that maybe there isn't any more woman with Eliza's calm temper. I keep telling myself it's Eliza's ghost'' - quoted Iris and Mary-Beth squeaked with shock. - Look there ''I kissed her today and it was weird feeling. She doesn't seem to know what to do and with Mary it was easier'' son of a bitch, that's harsh. - He's right, you know. I can't kiss. I've got another one - Iris seemed not to be bothered. Yet. She just was in this adrenaline rush that made her laugh at it - ''She moved away from our room. I thought about it a lot, she's just a liar and she won't be back''. - Aren't you sad, Iris? - Mary-Beth looked at her with worry. She didn't know what she would do if she would read her lovers journal and found things like that. -Sad? Never. I expected him to say things like that. More mad...I feel used. Kind of like he tried me but didn't likt the taste after all. In early evening Arthur got back to camp with a gift covered in some fancy paper and heavy heart pounding in chest like bird in cage. He noticed that everyone is gathered. - Ladies and gentelman - Mary-Beth was standing on the log like she was giving a speech, with beer in her hand and Iris under her arm - Can I talk to all of you for a minute? - I guess you can - Micah said grumpily. - Thank you. As you all probably know it's my girlfriend's birtday today - she cuddled Iris to herself. Girl had big flower crown on her head. It was another gift to cheer her up after what they discovered and Arthur had to say he looked like a pixie or like elve from fairy tale - and thank's to Dutch we have a lot of beer... - Thanks, Dutch - Iris chimed in and sent man a kiss. -...and Mr Pearson cooked today something that doesn't taste awful, I think it was a gift for our birthday girl... Everyone bursted into laugh. Except Pearson. - Ya will starve, missy - he snarled. - ...and I totally stole this necklace for her and don't you think it's romantic? Laughs again. - ...and since I think he can, Dutch will gave us marriage today and we gonna be first married couple here... - I don't think I can - Dutch said humorously and dragged from his cigarette. - I think you will have to, she really wants that - Iris said pretending she's whispering. Mary-Beth cuddled her closer. - And I hope everyone is gonna have fun, thank you very much, woohoo! - She said as she kissed Iris in front of everybody, then their bottles clicked and the fun begin. At first it was mainly girls but later almost everyone joined the party. Beer was cold, night was warm and Iris danced a lot, around the campfire, making pirouettes and laughing sweetely. Beer and fun made her forget. And she couldn't care less.But after few hours man 'round there were too drunk, their hands becoming jazzy and she dissapeared under her favourite tree with journal and pencil. - I was thinking you gonna be there - Arthur appeared from god knows where. He seemed in weirdly good mood and she was drunk enough to handle this conversation with class. - And I am. Not many people are loosers enough to sit and watch how other people party. What's wrong? - I-I have something for you. Really broke my back to find something good enough for you. Happy birthday - he said. She unpacked this heavy something from the paper and she was speechless. It was a botanic atlas with drawings drawed by hand. It was mainly about herbs and how to heal with them. It was piece of art to her. But she had her pride. - Thank you, Mr Morgan - she said and he smiled. But only for a second. - I can't accept this gift - she said briefly, placing the book back in Arthur's hands. - Jesus, what? What is that about? I bought if for you to have it. -It's nothing, really. I just...can't have it. Lost interests in all that - she lied quickly. - You lie - it was first time he actually saw thru her fasade - You love things like that, I heard you speaking to Mary-Beth about it few days ago - his voice was harsh. - I am big fat liar, Mr Morgan and you are more than right! - Why you lie to me, then? You were telling all those things but now I think you didn't mean them- - Oh, did you? I know you didn't either. - Y-ya kidding me, kid? There is no day without me thinking about you. - I don't want you to think about me! Know what you really think about me and I am surprised with myself I was stupid enough to think you are normal. You are a weirdo who baths with dogs 'cause they are the only creatures that want to be around you! It was the worst anybody said to him. Probably because no one was closer to him than her so far, but he didn't saw it that way. He couldn't think straight now, normally he was cold-headed and he would tell himself it's just anger talking through her. But now he decided to believe she hated him. He was glad that at least Iris took a book.

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