#rdr abigail

[marstonsboy]

had another evil thought that spiralled out of control. indulge me for a moment:

over the years, people start arriving on a near empty plot of land west of blackwater. it’s uncertain who got there first: bessie matthews, beatrice and lyle morgan, eliza, isaac morgan, etc.— but more and more people show up until it’s something of a community. jenny kirk, mac and davey callander. then soon after, jake adler, sean macguire, kieran duffy, hosea matthews, lenny summers, molly o’shea, eagle flies, susan grimshaw. more and more in such a short amount of time. arthur morgan is the last, and suddenly the deaths stop.

after a sudden stretch of years with little newcomers, a house starts taking shape. soon enough the house is a home, and peculiar things can be found all over: a dog barking where no one can find it. echoes of campfire songs going late into the night. photos of john and abigail’s wedding, attended by what remained of their family. a taxidermy squirrel that appears back on the mantle no matter how many times you throw it out, wearing a very familiar hat. in just a few years a heartbreakingly young girl comes home, bearing a strong resemblance to one abigail marston.

then, gunshots. john marston and uncle are the next to arrive.

in the next few years, the house is eerily quiet. the residents see it falling into disrepair, but they can’t do anything about it. the dog stops barking, the campfire has gone cold and won’t relight. abigail marston is next, and though they’re happy to see her, the arrival brings up a question. what happens to jack now?

the livestock are gone, and the house is dusty, all but stripped of the knickknacks and personality that built up over the years, like someone found it all too painful to look at. john’s hat and guns, once tucked away inside a box beneath the bed, vanish the night after abigail arrives. newspapers come to the door, announcing the death of former government agent edgar ross.

soon after, a wanted poster, bearing the name “john marston jr.” and a sketch resembling the boy’s namesake so much that it has john himself stumbling back. jack was only a boy when he left, and now he’s wanted dead or alive, with a price over his head that could rival some of his uncles and aunts back in the day.

every year that passes without any sign of jack is a relief. the house doesn’t change much, still abandoned, but letters come in. mary-beth gaskill, tilly jackson, simon pearson, sadie adler, charles smith— old friends and family, checking in on him. none of them reach the recipient, as he is not home, but they’re filled to the brim with love, letting him know that he isn’t alone. that he always has a home with them, if he wants it.

one day, john spots a book he doesn’t recognize on the shelf by the piano, and he stops. “Red Dead” by a J. Marston. it doesn’t take much to figure out who that could be. he opens it, flips through, and reads it to abigail. the kinder parts get read to their daughter, ecstatic to learn about how her older brother is doing. their son did become a writer after all, even if everything he’s written speaks volumes of his grief, his anger. the loneliness he’s endured since losing his family, and killing edgar ross.

arthur morgan opens his old journal to find several entries and sketches from john, but also many new ones from jack. his handwriting is just as clumsy as his father’s, but his drawings are more refined. little portraits of the gang members that lived and scribbly sketches of what the world is becoming in their absence decorate the pages. war, cars outnumbering horses, and a very detailed drawing of a revolver none of them have ever seen before.

he’s all grown up, and good lord is he angry. he’s mourning, and hurt, and he’s lost so much, but he’s still undoubtedly jack marston. he draws dogs and writes about missing rufus, slipping strays some food from his bag whenever he sees them. sometimes he’ll write a dry, sarcastic joke that speaks of his father’s influence, or mention missing his momma’s cooking, “even though it was hardly edible,” which makes abigail roll her eyes. he hates fishing and prefers to lose hours of the day with his nose in a book. the best maintained part of beecher’s hope is the graves on that hill, which gain new flowers every week. sometimes, if they listen close, they can hear him talking, telling his ma and pa what he’s been up to, though he saves the grisly details for his book.

and when jack marston finally does walk through that door, much older than when anyone he knew last saw him but far too young to die, he is welcomed home with open arms. because no matter what he’s done, and no matter how much he may hate himself, he will always have a home here with people who love him, and who can’t wait to get to know him all over again.

[iicaru2]

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

[fish0009]

Let's go lesbian's

Or not

They're bi

Still girlkissers tho 💥

[darticous]

I'm not carrying this burden on my own you guys have to live with these drawings now too

[mustelavison]

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)

[cirifiona]

sadigail kiss

[byrdbugged]

Unpopular opinion: t4t Abigail and John Marston

[08melancholie]

abigail to john in the epilogue

[ayesopod]

I remember how I'd find you, fingers tearing through the ground

Were you digging something up or did you bury something down?

[elesketchii]

tips my fedora Hellooww ladiez 😏

[marstonsboy]

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.

[iicaru2]

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.)

[fl0r4jenn]

john and abigail >>>

[scargvl]

mamas boy! (i think about him often)

[evgar]

nothing important to say just that i drew these during the weekend and that i finished playing rdr yesterday i'm devastated

[manicpumpkindreamgirl]

And then they lived happily ever after and nothing else happened