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marstonsboy · 1 month ago
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i can’t think about jack marston without nearly crying over just how sorry i feel for him. like, i’m sorry you were only four years old when the admittedly unstable support system you had fell apart. i’m sorry you didn’t have a real, permanent home until you were twelve, and i’m sorry you only got four years before that too was ripped away from you. i’m sorry you felt that you had to prove yourself otherwise your father would leave again like he’s done multiple times before. i’m sorry you felt so inferior you were unable to believe that your parents loved you so much and would have done anything for you. i’m sorry you had to pick up a gun and shoot at people at sixteen and kill a man for the first time at nineteen. i’m sorry you watched uncle die then watched your mother lose herself to grief over your father’s corpse, riddled with bullets in front of your home. i’m sorry you had to bury your mother only three years later. i’m sorry you lost your family and yourself and willingly threw your life away so young in the name of revenge no one wanted you to seek. i’m sorry you ended up all alone and grew up to be exactly the man your family did everything to save you from becoming. i’m so sorry jack marston.
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fish0009 · 11 months ago
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Let's go lesbian's
Or not
They're bi
Still girlkissers tho 💥
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iicaru2 · 1 month ago
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ruined my own day just now by remembering that, upon finding her husband’s corpse riddled with bullets in front of their home, abigail immediately went to feel for a heartbeat despite it being genuinely impossible for him to have survived that, and her sixteen-year-old son was the one who had to pull her away from john’s body while she sobbed and desperately tried to find any sign of life
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darticous · 2 months ago
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I'm not carrying this burden on my own you guys have to live with these drawings now too
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mustelavison · 1 year ago
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goofy shit i made based on a experience i had last saturday where i accdientally scrolled while selecting a place to fast travel to and i clicked annesburg instead of beechers hope
(john marston is traced from skweezy dibbs because i still cannot draw humans to save my life)
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cirifiona · 1 year ago
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sadigail kiss
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byrdbugged · 2 years ago
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Unpopular opinion: t4t Abigail and John Marston
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08melancholie · 6 months ago
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abigail to john in the epilogue
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ayesopod · 4 months ago
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I remember how I'd find you, fingers tearing through the ground
Were you digging something up or did you bury something down?
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marstonsboy · 3 months ago
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a lot of people are annoyed by jack, especially in rdr1— and to a degree i understand that. but at the same time, he was a kid. he had every right to be a little shit and irritate people to no end doing reckless, spiteful things, because he was a child. and it breaks my heart that he loses that sometime between john’s death and when we see him again during the epilogue.
i miss when he was able to snark at his parents. i miss seeing him interact with abigail, uncle, and charles around beecher’s hope. i miss when jack could just be a kid without having the crushing weight of grief on his shoulders at all times. we get to see him start out distant with john and very slowly get closer to him multiple times, healing their relationship after everything they’ve been through, only for that to be brutally ripped away when he’s sixteen.
when we meet jack again at nineteen, he’s much more jaded. he’s angry, and aggressive, and he’s lost everything. he’s almost unrecognizable as that little boy that made a flower necklace for his momma, or read passages from his books aloud when she asked, or sat by the campfire loudly singing along with his family— and it hurts, watching him lose that innocence and the ability to just be a kid along the way. he was so young, and he didn’t deserve any of that.
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elesketchii · 8 months ago
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tips my fedora Hellooww ladiez 😏
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iicaru2 · 2 months ago
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hey, JB!! ( @thedogslegart ) <3 happy holidays, i had so much fun writing your gift :3 and thank you @rdrevents for the most fun ive ever had in a fandom event!!!
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jack Marston & John Marston, Abigail Roberts Marston & Jack Marston, Charlotte Balfour & Jack Marston, Rachel the Horse & Jack Marston (Red Dead Redemption), Margaret & Jack Marston (Red Dead Redemption) Characters: Jack Marston, Charlotte Balfour, Margaret (Red Dead Redemption), Abigail Roberts Marston, Background & Cameo Characters, Rachel the Horse (Red Dead Redemption) Additional Tags: Minor Abigail Roberts Marston/John Marston, Suicidal Thoughts, Substance Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Smoking, Stranger Missions (Red Dead Redemption), 1920s, Grief/Mourning, Survivor Guilt, Mentioned John Marston, Mentioned Uncle (Red Dead Redemption), Adult Jack Marston, Mentioned Edgar Ross, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Arthur Morgan's Journal, High Honor Jack Marston, Jack Marston Needs a Hug, this time he does not get one however, RDR Secret Winter Exchange, jack talks to his horse like a well adjusted not lonely individual, some animal symbolism to represent honor level, Mentioned Arthur Morgan, Blood and Injury Summary:
Jack knows he should feel happy for her. Instead, something cold and hollow cries for attention in his chest.
(Momma’s blank stare as she sat in the family room, her hands covered in Pa’s blood. Jack tried helping her clean up, but she could barely look at him, let alone move to the bathroom to wash off the grisly stains.
“Ma?” Jack spoke, and she jumped a little, like she hadn’t seen him there even though he was holding her shaking hands. “I... I can’t carry ‘em by myself.”)
Charlotte looks at him, that pitying look on her face again, and he realizes he’s gone silent. “I’m real happy for you, ma’am.”
He wishes he meant it. He wishes he could feel anything but bitter.
(Jack Marston battles with grief, honor, and whether any of it means a damn thing at all.)
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fl0r4jenn · 5 months ago
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john and abigail >>>
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scargvl · 5 months ago
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mamas boy! (i think about him often)
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evgar · 1 year ago
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nothing important to say just that i drew these during the weekend and that i finished playing rdr yesterday i'm devastated
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heavenlymorals · 9 months ago
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I feel like a lot of people forget that the Van Dir Linde gang was actually famous in their universe- Dutch Van Dir Linde was as famous as the real life Butch Cassidy. The gang had as much infamy as the Wild Bunch or the Dalton gang. Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Bill Williamson, Javier Esculla, Lenny Summers, Charles Smith, Sean McGuire and more were probably as famous as the real life Doc Holliday, Jesse James, Black Bart, Rufus Buck, Ike Clanton, the Sundance Kid, Wild Bill Hickock, and more.
Sadie Adler would've been just as famous. She was a gunslinger like the real life Calamity Jane and Anne Oakley and she was an outlaw at one point like Laura Bullion, Pearl Hart, Belle Star, The Cassidy Sisters, and more.
The other women of the camp would've probably been less popular but still very intriguing figures to people in the future.
In the newspapers, we see that there are songs about Dutch's boys and books too. Trelawny mentions them being on dime novels. In the future, the pieced together story of the Van Dir Linde gang might've gotten adapted into a movie, similar to "Butch Cassidy and the Sun Dance Kid" or "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford". They could've gotten biopics, documentaries, and more.
Historians and fans of the wild West era would dig up records, find pictures, and maybe even track down people who were apart of the gang, accomplices to the gang, or victims of the gang. They would try to piece together stories to figure out the mystery of what actually happened to the gang.
People would argue over things that happened in the gang and have their evidence to back it up. Letters written by gang members would become so valuable. If they ever someone come across Arthur's journal, it would probably be considered one of the most valuable pieces of documentation to ever exist for that time period.
The guns of the gang would probably be kept in museums if found. Albert Mason's portrait of Arthur Morgan would be found in history books, same as other pictures.
Dutch would probably be a very controversial figure in history- some would hail him as a failed hero and others would condemn his violence no matter the reason- they wouldn't know what the people in the gang knew- especially in the end. Same with the rest of the gang members.
They'd probably all get romanticized. Hosea and Dutch's friendship, the raising of the boys, Dutch and Annabelle and his fued with Colm, Mary and Arthur, John and his family, Javier being a revolutionary- no one would know the full story.
And then there is Jack- he may live to see the 1960s and 70s and 80s. He may have grandchildren who'd pull him into a theater to watch a retelling of the gang that he was a part of at one point. He'd be amused. He'd think that the actor playing his father was too clean looking, too pretty. He'd think that the movie Arthur was too skinny. He'd think that the man playing Dutch had a funny voice as he tried to mimic the accent. He'd laugh and make notes in his head of the historical accuracy. He'd feel sorrowful at the deaths of the characters- he knew them at some point. And no one at the theater would know that the old man with the rowdy bright eyed boys who brought him there was Jack Marston, the last of the Van Dir Linde gang.
Jack might talk about it to the public. He might do interviews. He might even write a book about his father, the infamous John Marston. Those would be priceless. Even Beecher's Hope might be kept around and visited as a historical site for history goers.
And honestly? It is such a bittersweet thing.
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