#teen jack marston

[jjmbbg]

any jack marston's hcs?? :D

helloo, it's been a while since i had requests (normal ones) soooo, here we go babes (under the cut)

- this mf sleeps with stuffed toys, u cannot change my mind

- 3 y/o jack would've been an ipad kid and loved cocomelon (same bro, same)

- he probably had a cavity or two in some molar when he was a kid (he hates brushing his teeth)

- he didn't have lots of friends 'cause he was always on the go with his family, so sometimes he would talk to himself so he wouldn't get so bored and pretend he was talking to someone else.

- he would've loved ao3, not the freaky side but the angsty one (he would have been one of those writers who suffer from absolutely EVERYTHING and continue writing masterpieces)

- he doesn't stay at the farm in beecher's hopes 'cause he feels like it doesn't belong to him anymore (he goes and visit his pup because the damn dog was still alive, a warrior)

- once abigail died, he let his hair grow —he doesn't trust in anyone else to touch and cut his hair besides her.

- he's babygirl.

[insanostyle1231]

dude i love reading jack marstons player dialogue again on the red dead wiki to remind myself of much of a true angry ass emo teen he is and then reading the misogynistic/transphobic dialogues

like rockstar i know you were like edgy and bigoted and still are a bit but like cmon theres like more than 3

[fawnwilde]

Mamma Mia 𓂃۶ৎ

Charles Smith x reader, John Marston x reader, Javier Escuella x reader

rating: explicit (18+)

Life has been hectic lately, which is only amplified after you find out you're pregnant. The kicker? You don't know who the father is.

content warning: f reader, smut MDNI, liberal use of the RDR2 timeline, reader is going through it, cheating (not by reader), pregnancy, angst, fluff, i'm ovulating sorry

word count: 4.3k

You're fucked. Absolutely fucked.

The doctor in Strawberry was very certain. You're pregnant.

With whose child? Well.

A month ago, you had had the two weeks from hell. A rendezvous with a past lover, a lay with a friend with benefits, and a night with the man you pined for, had all happened in a very short amount of time.

And one of them is the father of your unborn child.

"I'm fucked."

Arthur lifted his head as you said that, his hat revealing his concerned look. Passersby gave you both judging looks, only amplified by Arthur's panicked look.

"What did he say?" He asked. You opened your mouth, but arthur was already listing possibilities, "Pox? Flu? Scarlet fever? Syphilis?!"

"Christ, Arthur, calm down!" You said through gritted teeth, grabbing his arm and dragging him to where your horses were waiting.

He stares down at you, eyes wide as he awaits your explanation. You sigh, avoiding his scrutinising look and patting your mare, Lavender's neck.

"i'm pregnant." You sigh.

Arthur stares at you for a minute. You turn to look at him, as he stares at you stock still.

"Is it mine?"

"Arthur, we haven't had sex."

"Oh. Right. Sorry, i panicked." He clears his throat, taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair, "So who's the father?"

"That's the thing..."

"God, it's not Sean is it?" Arthur asks with a mix of fear and revulsion.

"No!"

"Thank god."

"It's either-"

"Either?!"

"Shush!" You slap his arm, shutting him up, "It's either john's, Javier's or charles'."

He stares at you.

"You get around."

You slapped him around the back of the head. He guffaws, as you climb atop your horse with a glare his way. He climbs upon his own, and you barely make it a yard when he begins asking questions.

And he asks them the entire way back to camp.

At camp, everyone was milling about, going about their days at usual, completely unaware of your inner turmoil. Hosea greeted you warmly as you passed, and you gave him a tight lipped smile, patting his shoulder affectionately as you passed. He watched you go, eyebrows furrow in concern at your clear anxiety. When he looks at Arthur, the enforcer merely shrugs and continues to brush his horse.

You walked to Pearson's station, grabbing an apple to satiate your hunger, looking across camp.

John was arguing the Abigail, much like any other day, while Jack sat a few feet away, playing with some pebbles and stacking them into a small mountain.

You and John Marston had a past. You had been close friends as teens, which naturally progressed into romance. He even proposed to you. You thought you would live your fairytale romance, like something out of Mary-Beth's books.

That was until he got abigail pregnant.

He came to you one night, tears in his eyes, telling you he made a mistake. It broke your heart, and no amounts of him begging you to forgive him and move past it made you yield.

He disappeared when Jack was born, fearful of becoming a father, and upset that it wasn't you he was sharing a baby with. You liked Abigail, and grew closer to her during her pregnancy. When Jack was born, you took on the role of his second parent until John decided to step up.

When he finally returned, you were glad he was here for his son, but refused to talk much to him.

That was, until that night.

A month ago, you and he had been attempting to rob a stage coach. An unexpected interrupted by the law, had the two of you fleeing on foot after your horses were spooked.

Angry words were thrown between you, years of pent up rage and heart break coming to a head. Before long, you had him pressed to a tree with a knife to his throat, pouring out your heart as tears filled your eyes. He watched you with somber eyes, before taking the knife from your hand gently, and holding you close.

You slept with him that night. You allowed him to hold you close and murmur apologies into your neck as he rocked his body into yours. He clung to you like a life boat, and you held him just as hard. Your heart was breaking all over again.

After you both redressed, you asked him to never speak of this again, and left him devastated in the middle of the woods.

A bang startled you out of your thoughts, turning to see Uncle apologising after knocking over a crate. You wave him off, looking back at John, only seeing his back as he walks away from Abigail.

You sigh, taking another bite of your apple as you look to your left, spotting Javier sharpening his knife below a tree.

After John broke your heart all those years ago, you became a nightmare to be around. Always snapping, always angry, arguing with Dutch and ignoring Hosea's attempt to help.

Two days after John told you of Abigail's pregnancy, you found yourself sitting a ways away from camp, crying against a tree as the moon shone down on you. Your heart ached, but you didn't know how to express your agony. John, Hosea, Arthur, Dutch... they all wanted you to talk through your pain, but you just couldn't.

Footsteps approached you, and you spotted Javier walking towards you. He held his hands up in a calming manner, offering a small smile as he sat down beside you.

You sniffed, rubbing your nose in slight shame. He hummed, wordlessly pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, offering it to you. You accepted, letting the burn in your lungs and flush of nicotine in your head distract you. He said nothing, simply sitting with you while you shared the cigarette. After a while, you rested your cheek on his shoulder, and he held you close.

For so long, it felt like your life was a river, ebbing and flowing during the chaos of outlaw life. Until John's betrayal hit you, a damn breaking and flooding the water.

Javier became a raft for you to hold on while you waded through the wreckage.

He was a great friend. Unlike Arthur, who you adored, for the fact that he hadn't been with the gang long enough to feel like a brother.

Maybe that is why you slept with him.

It happened naturally. The two of you sat in his tent as he tuned his guitar, the morning sun slowly rising. Everyone else was asleep. You leant on his shoulder, letting the calm wash over you. You turned to look at him at the same time he turned to look at you, and you pressed your lips to his gently.

After that morning, filled with affectionate and passionate sex, you and he began a friendship with benefits.

It was all you needed for the moment, never worrying that he would break your heart because he didn't ask for it, just two people who cared for one another, caring for one another.

He looked up as you watched him, his stoic face breaking out into a kind smile. You returned it.

S wen stole his attention for a moment, and you chuckled at javiers instant frustration.

When you turned, your eyes fell on Charles.

You and charles were... complicated. he joined the group not long before the incident in Blackwater, immediately establishing himself as a strong and reliable member of the gang. He was fierce, but calm. Deadly when needed, but gentle when he wanted to be.

You and he rarely talked at first, apart from the occasional greeting and small conversation by the camp fire.

But he saved your life during Blackwater. While havoc ensued, a lawman shot you in the arm while you fled. Charles arrived like a knight in shining armour, taking out the lawman and ignoring his own injuries as he carried you to safety.

In colter, you found yourself falling for him. you watched him as he worked, his brow always set in quiet contemplation, his eyes showing an intelligence and understanding you were unused to seeing.

You were resigned to never tell him your feelings, holding your heart in your hands like a newborn baby, protecting it from all outside forces. john broke your heart, javier helped you put it back together, and you were afraid to put it out there to be at risk of being shattered again.

After arriving at horseshoe overlook, you took to hunting as well as your 'womanly' duties, and Charles offered to teach you how to use a bow. The two of you would regularly go hunting together, something which you both loved and hated.

A month ago, on one of your trips, rain began to fall too heavily to see, and you decided to camp where you were to avoid getting lost in the storm.

Being around him had felt even more intense that day, and in the dead of night; your body acted before your mind could.

You left your tent, clearing your throat outside of his and asking charles if you could come in. When you entered, he sat up, an eyebrow raised in concern.

He looked so beautiful.

You found yourself pressing your lips to his urgently, needing your actions to speak for you, as your world would surely fail to do your feelings justice.

After a moment of hesitation, he cupped your cheek, bringing you further into the kiss, lying down and bringing you with him. No words were spoken.

Charles held you close as he stripped you both of your clothes. He was gentle and slow as he rolled you on top of him, fucking up into you with ease. his soft groans and praises filled your head. you fell asleep on top of him, your bare skin pressed to his.

When you woke up, he was already getting dressed, not looking at you as he frowned down at the ground.

"Charles?" You asked groggily.

He looked over at you, opening his mouth to speak before he closed it, his jaw ticking.

"We best be going. They'll be worried about us." With that, he left.

Your fragile heart cracked.

Clearly, he regretted what happened. You resigned to hide your hurt and never speak of it. No more words were exchanged between the both of you on the way back. In fact, you hadn't spoken at all since that day.

You tore your eyes from him before he could see you, tossing the apple core away as you walked back to your tent.

The sun set, and the camp was once again alive with music and chatter, drinks flowing easily.

You were sat beside arthur around the campfire, trying to follow sean singing a song you were not familiar with. your eyes kept going to javier, who was smiling easily as he strummed his guitar. catching your eye, he wiggled his eyebrows playfully, completely unaware of the reason why you were not partaking in the drinks.

Jack was sat at your feet, trying to avoid his mother so he could stay up past his bed time. you held his hands in yours, waving them about in dance, and he laughed happily, looking up at you with loving eyes.

Your heart clenched. Jack felt like your own at this point, god knows abigail considered you his third parent.

You could be carrying his sibling, the child of the man you once loved more than anything.

Feeling the familiar sense of someone's eyes on you, you looked up and saw john watching you. His eyes were soft, a small smile on his lips as he watched you with his son. He made eye contact with you, the familiar look of grief and sorrow filling his grey eyes. You looked away, turning back to jack to focus on making him do silly dances again.

Abigail laughed and hugged your shoulder, telling Jack to head to bed before she makes him sleep even earlier the next night. With a kiss to your cheek, he walked away, hand in hand with his mother, and John followed them after.

You stood as well, apologetically refusing the whiskey bottle sean offered you, siting a bad stomach. Arthur watched as you left, trying to be casual with his worry. Javier noticed, though.

Walking back to your own tent, you spotted charles walking through the camp, carrying more logs for the fire.

He looked at you at the same time, he pace faltering before he kept walking, nodding to you before passing.

" Charles-"

"Sleep well, Y/N."

You felt your throat close up as he walked away.

Turning back, you saw Hosea sitting on his own bed roll, a book in his lap as he gave you a sad smile. you returned it, joining his side. His presence comforted you, though you were unsure about telling him of your situation, worried about his reaction.

He noticed. He knew you too well to ignore your obvious distress.

"what's wrong, my dear?" Hosea asks softly.

You sighed, playing with the laces of your boots, avoiding his eyes, "Just... life."

He was quiet for a moment, before putting his book away and taking your hand in his, "Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"i'm... i'm pregnant." You whispered.

His eyebrows raise, and he takes a deep breath, "is it charles'?"

"I, uh, I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"It could be his. We were, um, intimate about a month ago. But... I slept with Javier a few days before that, and John about a week before both of them."

Hosea sighs, holding the bridge of his nose. You gnawed at your lip, expecting his disappointment and a lecture, at the least. l

But he held your hand harder, giving you a soft look.

"I don't care who the father is, dear. That's your baby, and it's going to be a damn force of nature, that's for sure." He says fondly, "You should talk to them, let them know what's happening, and we need to tell the others so we can prepare... having jack is hard enough when we're constantly in danger, we'll need to lay low, make sure you and the baby are safe."

You smile, relieved at his immediate support, leaning into him so he can wrap an arm around you, kissing the crown of your head paternally.

"Thank you hosea."

"Of course, sweetheart, we'll figure this out."

Seven months had passed since the day you found out you were pregnant.

Hosea had convinced Dutch to pull off one grand score, getting enough money for the gang to semi-permanently move into a farm far away from Blackwater and the Pinkertons.

The gang was excited for the new addition, though it took a while to get used to.

The girls were constantly distracted from their chores because they were sewing you maternity dresses and little baby clothes. Miss grimshaw complained about losing a worker and the women being distracted, but would always be the first one checking on you and berating you for doing too much.

Hosea and arthur were always at your side, when they weren't working on the farm. By the time your bump was big enough that you couldn't see your feet, Arthur was attached to your hip, picking heavy things up for you and

They were both excited to be an uncle and a grandfather. The calm life in the farm was making everyone happier, though Dutch often disappeared to go and search out scores.

Life was good, though. Everyone could agree to that.

The fathers were settling, as well. Despite the strangeness of the situation.

Javier had reacted to the news the best.

he knew about your nights with john and charles, and didn't care who the real father was. He was just excited to meet the little one, singing to your growing belly and helping you come up with names.

John had freaked out initially. He was afraid of what the future would hold, especially due to the uncertainty of who the father would be. He avoided you at first, but when you started showing, your relationship improved. His priority being your safety and comfort.

But even when he was in a weird mood, Abigail would step up, helping you with your aches and nausea and never ending worries. Jack was obsessed with the bump, not caring for the overall tensions and just being happy that he would have a little sister or little brother. Abigail assured you, that no matter who the father was, the baby would have jack as a big brother. Hearing her say that made you cry, grateful for your little family.

Charles was concerned at first. He was understanding of your situation, and decided to no longer distance himself from you, not when you were vulnerable. He checked on you morning and night, making sure you ate and got enough rest. But there was a lingering worry in your mind.

During your fifth month, you were overwhelmed with hormones, you emotions got the better of you constantly.

Charles found you crying in the barn and immediately fell to your side, taking your hand and pressing a strong palm to your belly, asking what was wrong in his gentle, baritone voice.

"I'm sorry, Charles." You said, voice thick with tears, "I'm sorry all of this is happening. If this baby is yours, I'm sorry you're going to be stuck with me. I know you regret what happened between us. It's not fair to trap you."

Charles looked confused, intertwining your fingers as he looked away, searching for the right words.

"i thought... you would want to forget it happened." He said gently, rubbing your bump soothingly, "I didn't want you to feel obligated to stay with me because we slept together."

"Are you kidding me? I love you, you moron." you said through tears.

Charles' face softened, his hand leaving your belly to cup your cheek. You leaned into it, your tears coating his warm palm.

"I'm sorry, my love." He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "No more tears. We're in this together now."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything."

Another few weeks have passed, and you and charles lay on your shared bed, another agonising day of being huge and the baby still hadn't arrived.

The doctor said you were a week overdue, and you had been given strict instructions on what to do to speed up the process. Walking, drinking specific tea's, having sex... a lot of sex, and nothing had happened. Your back was killing you, even just lying down.

You groaned, standing up. Charles watched you, eyes soft as you stretched and rubbed at your bump.

"Everything alright?" he asked,

"Yup, just the old back pain." you sighed, stretching your back and walking around leaisurely, cracking your stiff joints.

"You're starting to sound like uncle."

"Excuse you, I have a reason to complain. I'm carrying a toddler at this point."

You looked out at the night sky as Charles chuckled, turning back over in bed to get some rest. The stars twinkled up above, and you admired them with a small smile. The baby kicked gently, eager to get out and see them for itself.

The sound of dripping liquid caught your attention, and you looked down, noticing some water pooling by your feet. You were confused for a second, before you began panicking.

"Oh shit." you whispered, looking at charles, who immediately sprung up from the bed and came to your side.

"What's wrong?" he looked down, face completely calm as he assessed the situation.

He looked up with a smile, which you shakily shared.

"Babies coming." You said breathlessly.

Endings...

here i go again john's version

a fire within my soul javier's version

now or never charles' version

Thank you for reading, it's been months since I completed a fanfic so I'm cheesin at my phone screen. Likes and reblogs are appreciated but I just hope you enjoyed! <3

dividers by @toastray

[ren456]

I've been thinking a lot about Jack marston recently and it genuinely makes me feel so sick to think about how his life turns out.

He went from this sweet, curious, mommas boy who just wanted to play with his dad and read stories, to a grief-stricken, bloodthirsty teen ager, all because of the actions of his father.

every time I try to think of some way that his life could have been different, I just find more reasons as to why it couldn't have been. what if john didn't look back and kill micah? what if John had changed who he was sooner? what if abigail had truly decided to leave John for good before he built beechers hope? what if?

19 year old jack marston is the product of years of short sight on his father's behalf. his birthright was to be angry and alone and no amount of revenge could change that

Its midnight and I'm tired so thus prolly won't make sense but oh well

live footage of me thinking abt Jack marston

[loolooloo-i-got-some-apples]

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OBX

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SOUTH PARK

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DAZED AND CONFUSED

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WHIPLASH

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ANNE WITH AN E

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BIG HERO SIX

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BRIDGERTON

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CALL OF DUTY

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CRIMINAL MINDS

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ENOLA HOLMES

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TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES

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SAW

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SCREAM

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HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON

featuring - hiccup haddock

IT (2017)

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MARVEL

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MAZE RUNNER

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MID90S

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ON MY BLOCK

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PERCY JACKSON

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RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

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SCHOOL SPIRITS

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THIRTEEN

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TOTAL DRAMA

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WOLFBLOOD

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XMEN

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BALDURS GATE 3

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[frozen-waters]

General Johnigail/Marston family hcs?? <3

ofc ofc yay yay yay!!!!!!! sorry for making John a little lover boy whenever I write johnigail and there are also a few angsty-ish hcs in here

More Johnigail and Marston Family hcs!!!

• John loves when Abigail plays the piano (canon but it makes me giggle)

• John also watches Abigail sew new clothes or mend old ones. I don’t mean this in a weird way but he likes watching her sew without her knowing. in like a sweet way. she looks peaceful to him

• I’m not sure how to explain this but the Marston family (or mostly Jack) is a few The Smiths songs to me

• speaking of The Smiths modern Jack would listen to them

• after Abigail died, Jack wished he had read to her more in his tween/teen years

• even as Jack gets older, he still laughs sometimes at the stories Uncle tells

• Jack also kept all of Abigail’s dresses that she had after she died. he didn’t really know what he was gonna do with them but he couldn’t stand getting rid of them. he did the same with John’s clothes but he kept them so he could wear them

• in modern when Abigail has to go to work in the morning or something John will wake up before her and turn on the car for her so it’ll be warm by the time she’s gotta go

• John and Abigail dancing together!!!!!!!!!!!!!! idk when but maybe if Uncle still plays the banjo or overhearing music is Blackwater!!!!!!!!!!

• modern John had a gamecube when he was in highschool but the only games he played were like. sonic, eternal darkness, and resident evil. dug it out of Hoseas garage or attic when Jack became a teen and "gifted" it to him -> has it in the livingroom and John plays it and Jack will watch him sometimes -> John also thought Jack was insane when he didn't know what he was supposed to do w a gamecube. to him its The Gift

• in modern when Jack was like 7-10 he'd infodump for an entire dinner about a book or show he read or watched in excruciating detail

• Abigail loved dressing up Jack and his sister

• the Marston daughter used Johns shirts and basketball shorts as pajamas for like. five years straight in modern

• mosquito's were Jacks worst enemy in his tween years

• Abigail loves the horses they keep on Beechers Hope. she likes keeping them all pretty and clean

• John buys Abigail jewelry sometimes. it takes all his brainpower to find something that will look nice with an outfit of hers but its worth it when he sees her get giddy over a necklace he got her

• John bought Mary-Beth's books for Abigail since they were mostly romance and he would read them to her. after John died Jack would read the books to her on her and John's anniversary along with taking her to the movies. or he'd read them to her if she asked

• in modern I know deep in my bones John had some weirdass senior quote

• in modern the Marston daughter was afraid of the dark and had a horrible habit of going into John and Abigail's room and accidentally scaring them

• modern Jack wants to have a bunch of little nick-nacks and cool stuff in his room but everything he finds he feels like it doesn't fit the "vibe" he wants

• John does recognize Jack's empathy towards the animals on the ranch. not that he knows what to do or say about it. tried sugarcoating some sickness among the animals to Jack once but eventually had to tell him what was actually happening and Jack was very sad about it

• Abigail did teach Jack to sew a tiny bit

• John would give Jack "relationship advice" (as if he fucking knows anything) when they'd go into Blackwater to sell the ranches goods

• every year for John and Abigail's anniversary he'd take her into Blackwater and take her to see a movie

• Abigail always notices when John wears a gift she got for him no matter how long ago its from

• when Abigail's sick John tries to keep the house nice and tries to cook for her even though they're both fairly bad cooks

• Jack absentmindedly tells Uncle about the book he's reading when they sit on the porch together and Uncle comes up with some story he witnessed similar to the book

• John also takes Jack to see a movie for his birthday. the first time he did Jack does that thing where he gets excited and cant really talk straight and John was proud of himself

• Jack does occasionally like helping Abigail cook or gather things in the garden

• as Jacks hair gets longer he braids little pieces of it without thinking sometimes

this wasn't as long as the last one whoops

[officialbugdrink]

☆Jack Marston Modern Au Headcanons☆

☆Jack Marston is emo in his preteen years and teen years

☆MCR and Peirced the vile obessed

☆He loves Warrior cats, Wings of Fire, Spider wick ect

☆He makes Ocs and poorly draws them

☆He wears eyeliner on the under eye and black or red nail polish to fit the emo style

☆Jack makes kandi bracelets

☆He usually is to himself at school. It's hard for him to make friends

☆He writes crappy fanfics about his OCs or his favorite characters in the books he reads

☆He loves animal jam, animal crossing, Sims and Minecraft

[verdemoun]

I'm still thinking. Hosea is a grandfather. A grandpa, if you will. There's Isaac, the boy he barely saw before timewarp, the boy he actually *watched* grow up. And Jack. Oh, Jack. (I am so normal about him.) The bright boy running around camp, turned into this. Just as emotionally fucked up as John and Arthur were at his age. And then there's timewarp kids, and then he figures out Jack had a younger sister. How does he handle THAT???

yes. y es i thought abt jack and hosea. because yes i fuckinf think jack would happily put up with hoseas bs. that is his grandpa and grandpa loves him.

oh fuck you you can't attack me in the feels like that and not expect an immediate reply covid has your brain cOOKING. sorry john + abigail jack is actually my son my baby my blorbo

If dad Hosea is intense, papa Hosea is willing to resort to the lowest honor tactics to protect his grandbabies. Like mama grizzly bear to the extreme: he might look the part of sweet old man but he will murder someone with his bare hands if they even LOOK at his grandbabies wrong.

He actually prefers being called Uncle Hosea because he loathes reminders of how old he is (even though growing old is something he is very, very grateful for). Isaac looked him dead in the eye when Hosea tried to correct him and said 'no I am calling you Pa and that's that'. He also calls Bessie Meemaw. Everyone else calls him Uncle Hosea but Isaac has that Morgan stubbornness.

Also Isaac is finally old enough for the 'yeah your dad was an outlaw and all those strange timewarp people are fellow gang members' and is immediately eyes sparkling. Knows outlaw bad but also how cool is that?? He will excitedly sit at Hosea's feet to hear stories about the old days and of course Hosea loves telling very true and not exaggerated tales of their adventures.

Between having no understanding of modern currency and economics and also the excitement of having a grandchild he gets to see whenever he wants because not running for lives anymore, Hosea is the worst when it comes to spoiling his grandbabies second only to Bessie.

Isaac, going from being raised by a 90% of the time solo parent to having such a massive family in the gang, loves all of them so much. Suddenly having grandparents for school events and those dumb family tree assignments. Isaac also inherited the theatrics genes. He's doing a video interview about Hosea's career and of course Hosea is just telling stories about scams and cons he ran but Isaac's in full old timey interviewer garb newsie cap on microphone and clipboard.

Isaac slamming the door at Arthur's fuck you I'm going to Pa's house when he's grounded. Arthur calling to say he's grounded do not spoil him send him home asap and Hosea merrily agreeing only to cut to Isaac getting cake and coffee while they play dominos. Hosea blindly agrees that Arthur is taking him getting suspended a second time far too seriously.

Old man bawling getting to hold baby Maeve. Sean trying to tell him to stop because he's going to wake her up but Hosea is the softest bastard when it comes to babies.

Emotionally ruined to find out Jack has a younger sister but also she was the first Marston to die and so young. He is always the first to offer to babysit and it was a very common occurrence to find her sitting on his lap drifting off as he reads to her. Practices her reading with her and plays tea parties with actual tea and does voices for different characters obsessed with playing with his smaller grandkids.

BUT HOSEA AND JACK. Hosea has been through the emotionally fucked teen outlaw gig so many times he is an expert. He knows when Jack needs space or to talk or company before Jack does.

As easy as it is to focus on that damage all that trauma and emotions and just darkness Jack carries with him, Hosea still sees their little prince.

The sheer emotion of knowing how much reading came to mean to Jack. The hurt but comfort of knowing that Jack, even if he didn't remember Hosea as clearly as Hosea remembers him, held onto something Hosea helped him with and gave him so tightly. How he read so much Abigail teased him despite how proud she was of the life he was going to have before everything turned to shit.

When Jack is still adjusting and understandably awkward and also mentally not coping, Hosea showed him their expansive private collection of books and saw the way Jack's eyes lit up. They both finally have someone to talk to books about.

Not only Jack lighting up a little like a candle being exposed to oxygen again but actually laughing as Hosea starts stacking books he recommends in his arms. Hosea being excited to talk about books without spoiling them also also just so excited to see that bright little boy is still in there.

Catching Jack curled up on what is usually his reading chair, book still in hand but fast asleep. Remembering the first times Arthur, and John, and Tilly and all those troubled young outlaws they picked up along the way felt comfortable enough to sleep around him, and knowing deep down Jack is going to be okay.

[misterier]

Hi! Can I request enemies to lovers relationship with Jack Marston and tall Male reader? (Or at least taller than him). It doesn't have to be long, head cannons are fine :)

oo yeah ofc!! I went for head cannons in storyish form so it hope it's not too goofy, also my dyslexic ass read john at first so sorry it took a bit

high honor jack marston is my pookie the idea of him with low honor hurts me so high honor it is

also sorry for pushing the charthur agenda but it's burned deep within my soul, I must release it

also spoilers ig for the first & second game but if your requesting jack you prolly already know all that

i grew up lovin' the marstons and they mean the world to me sorry if i get rambly and long with his hcs</3

Jack Marston<3

-With Jack, it's more rivels than actual enemies, and it likely starts when the two of you are teens; maybe you live in some ranch across from his.

-Your mothers or dads are friends, so they're a little concerned. As far as they know, two teenagers forced to hang out should be great friends.

-Jack is 100% a little mama's boy, so when he's not hiding out reading, he's helping her do housework and complaining about you. It's not like he's got a good reason to hate you either; he just doesn't like you.

-Abigail's heard, John's heard, Uncles heard, and even the dog has heard.

-The entire dinner table is tired of his constant whining about hating your 'annoying' ass.

-Hell, even his aunts have heard whenever they ask about his nonexistent social life, Mary-Beth seems to think it's a crush the way he gets so flustered, rambling on about how much he hates you, but he denies it in an instant.

-Equally, you hate him as well, bragging about your height difference. Every time you're forced over to his house to hang out with him in his room (despite his pleading to not leave him alone with you), you'll put his books on the highest shelves.

-His father was once given permission, and assuming some quality time together would fix your relationship, he takes the two of you fishing. (Jack, of course, complains, asking why he was stuck doing the two things he hates most, fishing and spending time with you.)

-During that trip, John warns you to look out for branches so you don't bash your head in. Jack prays you would so you'd shut up and stop looking at him like that.

-Whenever Charles is able to visit them, sometimes Jack will find him and his mother talking outside in the dead of night, speaking of a man he can only just barely remember the silhouette of--Jack sometimes is glad he can't remember those days when he sees how frustrated his father gets about his past—mostly when his mother mentions the man who had apparently been like his father's brother. It's a painful name to speak in their house, and he refuses to even ask anymore now that they hardly mention him anymore.

-The gist of you and Jack's fighting is just petty arguments and insults. His mother warns him about things like that, saying it's not healthy for a boy his age to be so bitter towards another who's done nothing to him, insisting he tries to make friends.

-He tries to listen to his mother; as much as he teases her, just like his father, he respects her greatly and looks up to her, and if she told him to do something, he'd do his very best to listen to her wishes.

-Jack does a bit better at keeping his insults to a minimum. The two of you are nothing near friends, but y'all slowly stop it with actual hurtful comments.

-Just like annoying ol' uncle grew on his father, he was beginning to tolerate your presence until he and his mother were taken by the government while his father hunted down his old 'family'.

-Once they're home, you're not around anymore, and neither are your parents. You moved due to fear of being caught up in all that, and he's bitter about it.

-The day John and Uncle die, your family sends their condolences.

-For as long as his mother is alive, he does his damnedest to keep the ranch alive and working despite her deteriorating health. Tilly visits a bit more when Abigail gets worse, and her husband tries to help—a respectable man even with his high class—though Jack refuses, wanting to take care of it all himself.

-The day his mother dies breaks him--the only blood family he had left.

-He enhatrets all his fathers' things, nobody to stop him from looking through it, he finds journals, and he reads the older one first confused by the handwriting that he was sure wasn't his fathers chicken scratch, but he reads it anyway, admiring each drawing and word, some even speaking about the writers conflicted feelings about still longing for a woman but beginning to feel himself crave a man, willing to let go of her if it means he has the chance to be happy again--queerness had never been something shamed upon or uncommon in his house, he'd heard of it from hangings and his parents speaking about it being wrong that they'd be hung for love--telling Jack that he shouldn't be afraid to love who he wants and to fight for it.

-The fancy writing nearly seems to abruptly stop when things begin to get dark. Switching to his father's writing gives him an appreciation for his father and what he's been through, but even through that, he can't help but crave revenge. He always was an angry young man.

-He wants to put Edgar Ross' death behind him, trying to be a functioning man of society as his mother wanted for him, though his hand still itched for his gun.

-The land was becoming too dry; there wasn't much he could keep alive, and he needed money, so he decided to try and find work. Not many would take him due to his father's name, so he usually hangs around the blackwater bar to sleep in the rooms above it, only visiting his home on weekends to take care of the house and the graves.

-Eventually he finds work, by some old fella speakin' about how desperate this man was for a ranch hand and how it was nearly sad how much they needed it.

-Late at night, he shows up on your doorstep, looking for work after all these years. You would have laughed in his face if it wasn't obvious how much both of you needed this.

-Similar to Bonnie and John's situation He lived on your property for a while, though there was enough room in your house for him, so he worked for you and slept in the guest room.

-There's no room to argue like you did as children. though only nineteen, the two of you are much more grown than you'd like to be with both of your families gone. Now it's only a few quips and jabs.

-There's no women working for your ranch, so you have to trade 'womanly' chores. Jack used to help his mother with hers, so he doesn't mind, but he forces you to help as well.

-You two become friends, despite still bullying each other a little. Him joking about you hitting your head when walking into the barn (you're tall, but not THAT tall), and you telling him his eyes will go bad from staring at those small print books all day.

-The closer friends you two become, the more possible your relationship is to become romantic. Neither of you are sure when you figured out you were in love with each other; it sort of just happened.

-You kissed his cheek goodnight once before you parted ways with him in the living room to return to your bedroom eary and it became tradition. For months, that was how the two of you parted. The next day, before he left to go back to his family's ranch to clean it up, he called you over to his horse—taller than you—for once and kissed your forehead before turning quickly and spurring his horse off.

-As socially awkward as he is, he's very open, flirting with you, not very romantic, but then again, you two aren't exactly romantic; if anything, your relationship is more of a mean friends with benefits kind of situation.

-If you genuinely want to call it a relationship, you'll have to bring it up to him, or he won't really notice or care.

-If you want to be lovers, he'll accept it. You two still have separate rooms, and yet you fall asleep in his most of the time.

-Even if you can read, he likes reading you, with his back against the headboard and your head on his shoulder. he likes feeling taller than you, though he obviously isn't.

-This man tried nailing broken boot heels to his to make him taller and ended up twisting his ankle and falling flat on his face.

-Learns to deal with and accept the fact your taller, though hes unnaturally bitter.

-Everytime he heads home, times becoming less frequent now. He sits at the foot of his mother's grave and talks about you and his life; he brought you once but never did it again, he prefers his visits to his family's graves to be private.

-Even years into your relationship, he won't stop praying you'll bash your head on the doorframe. The day you do, he marks it on his callender and calls it the day he became a happy man, ignoring your unofficial anniversary and calling it a close second.

[amrass]

Fanfiction updates and excerpts 08.31.24

Hello! There is only one day until autumn arrives, and 61 days until Halloween!!! 🧟‍♀️🧟🧟‍♂️ I'm already going into celebration mode, and if anyone has any horror films they recommend, the more obscure the better, please feel free to send me a message.

My updating schedule is somewhat set until December. I'll be focusing on finishing my RDR request fill fic Barbwired Tumbleweed, and my deepest darkest love (and the deadest dove) Slug. Excerpts under the cut, which as always, contain disturbing NSFW stuff.

Main projects: 

Barbwired Tumbleweed part 4-8. Dark. Excerpt is from part 4, which is undead!Abigail Roberts Marston/soon to be undead!John Marston

The porch was dark, and she was sitting on the steps with her back towards him, looking at the animals outside.

"Abi?" he called through the door, feeling strangely uncertain. 

Suddenly her face filled the peephole. He flinched at the speed, maybe he had blinked for too long a moment? Her skin was pale, almost a greenish gray, and her eye makeup seemed darker as if she'd been crying. But she was grinning, slowly, her new red lipstick - ? - smudged. She looked intimidating, and very attractive. 

"John," she said, and her voice was raspy. "Open the door, John." Her tilt darkened. "Like a good boy."

Slug part 2-5. O'Driscoll Gang/Micah Bell. AU of my Van der Linde biker gang AU. DARK. Noncon warning for the whole story.

"Look at me!" Angel growls.

Micah ignores him because Colm has noticed him. If this is hell, then Colm's gaze is the wind of the hellscape, blowing through Micah's soul. It is so cold, so dry, so inhuman, that if a lack of empathy has a scent, then Colm reeks of it. And yet Micah holds his eyes to try to find some sort of door into the only one in the room truly capable of stopping this. Stop this. You have to. You just ... you have to. At what Micah manages to convey with his expression, Colm raises a brow.

Then there are fingers in his hair, dragging his head to the side.

And then, agony.

Micah can't help making what sounds like a death rattle, all his breath - his self - being forced out of his body. Head, falling back to the wet plastic, as Angel shoves himself in, far bigger than the toy.

Side projects:

The Six Horsemen of the Apocalypse part 3: The Dark House, previously known as The Five Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Crack. Undead Nightmare AU. Undead!teen!Jack keeps losing his new horse, and undead!Micah gets curious when he hears about the odd black steed seemingly attracted to dishonor, and helps him out.

"My name is not Jack, Karen, it's The Dark Prince of Breacher's Hope."

Karen nodded, drank, and then vomited into a nearby barrel. For a few moments, she stared into the barrel as if she was confronted with the endlessness of death. "Whoopsie," she said, and stumbled away, opening another bottle.

Jack scowled. But Karen was far too young for his tastes anyway. He needed a mature woman, one who didn’t laugh quite as hard as Miss Grimshaw (slapping her knee, beating her chest, drinking a glass of wine only to spit it out) when Jack called her a MILF. 

A noise from the barrel interrupted Jack's thoughts. It sounded like something was splashing down there. He hoped it wasn't Uncle "forgetting" a limb in there to sneak out of housework. But no, the splashing was too sinister to belong to Uncle.

"Is someone having impure thoughtsss?" a nasal drawl came from the vomit-filled barrel, only for Micah to come swirling up from it, before leaning his elbows on the edge with a sleazy, rotten smile. 

The Day of Night part 2. Daan & Pocketcat. Pre-canon horror story.

He got to his feet. Due to his shorts, blood caked his bare skin, congealed enough to let the red remain on his knees like a rash from an inherited skin disease. He liked thinking about diseased things when insecure in who he was, considering himself one such thing.

A drop of an unknown, lukewarm liquid dropped to his forehead. He tilted his chin up, but not further. It had to be a piece of humidity in the ceiling. It couldn't be anything else.

A second drop landed a little to the left of the first one, but close enough to merge the two of them. It must've come from a hole in the ceiling. Yes. A hole large enough to appear drooling.

A third drop, fatter than the previous ones, made the liquid pool into the lashes of Daan's left eye. Before he could imagine some rational explanation, there was a hiss from above him, rising in volume. 

Finally giving in and looking up, Daan stared into a bloody maw. It was as large as his head, but the opening in the throat was oddly big, like a fleshy burlap sack that could swallow Daan whole.

Potential projects:

Untitled Vanderbell fic. 1-5 parts, I think. Micah Bell/Dutch van der Linde. Meant to be canon compliant, and a character study of Dutch as seen through Micah's eyes, from their meeting in Crenshaw Hills and potentially until the bitter end.

Braindead Redemption. Oneshot. Crack. Undead Nightmare AU. I just want to write something silly inspired by Peter Jackson's Braindead, with John trying to be a good father by bringing a zombie Jack to the park. Once there, he spots an undead Molly with a child of her own, and tries to copy her superior parenthood skills.

Guard Duty. 1-3 parts, potentially. Micah Bell/Arthur Morgan, set in the Van der Linde biker gang AU, as their relationship grows. Arthur walks in on Micah sucking off Dutch, and is horrified. Micah wrongly deduces that this means Arthur has a step daddy kink, and acts accordingly during their time on nightly guard duty together.

Might also be a few random stories appearing! We'll see. Usually autumn is the season that's the kindest to my health and creativity. Hope it will be as kind do you too, who took the time to read all this!

🖤🧟🖤

[paradlselost]

⠀ ⠀ ˙ . ꒷ 𝓕ANDOMS . 𖦹˙

TASK FORCE 141 — john price , simon ‘ghost’ riley , john ‘soap’ mactavish , gary ‘roach’ sanderson , kyle ‘gaz’ garrack , nikolai , ++ alex keller , farah karin , alejandro vargas , rodolfo ‘rudy’ parra .

KORTAC — könig , nikto , kim ‘horangi’ hong-jin , sebastian kruger ++ valeria garza , philip graves + the shadows , vladimir makarov .

TWO — arthur morgan , john marston , dutch van der linde , hosea matthews ( platonic only ) , abigail marston , mary beth gaskill , karen jones , tilly jackson , javier escuella , sean mcguire , charles smith , lenny summers , josiah trewlany , sadie adler , molly o’shea , kieran duffy , albert mason , charles châtenay , eagle flies , proetus + acrisius .

ONE + REVOLVER — jack marston ( teen + adult only ) ++ red harlow .

NEW VEGAS — arcade gannon ( mlm only ) , benny gecko , craig boone , fantastic , jason bright , joshua graham ‘ the burned man ’ , robert house , sunny smiles , viktor , yes - man .

FOUR — nate / nora , ada , cait , curie , paladin danse , deacon , desdemona , glory , john hancock , nick valentine , piper wright , porter gage , preston garvey , robert maccready , x6 - 88 .

SHOW — lucy maclean , norm maclean , the ghoul - cooper howard , maximus , lee moldaver , thaddeus .

VOUGHT — homelander , a-train , black noir , black noir II , queen maeve , lamplighter , translucent , firecracker , sister sage , the deep , ashley barrett , soldier boy , crimson countess , stan edgar .

THE BOYS — billy butcher , hughie campbell , annie january , sergei ‘frenchie’ , kimiko , marvin milk .

OTHERS — victoria nueman , luke riordan , andre anderson , cate dunlap , marie moreau , jordan li , emma meyer , sam riordan , maverick , popclaw , webweaver .

SLASHERS — jason vorhees : friday the thirteenth , michael myers : halloween og + rz , billy loomis : scream , stu macher : scream , brahms heelshire : the boy , harry warden : my bloody valentine , billy lenz : black christmas , bo sinclair , vincent sinclair , lester sinclair : house of wax , bubba sawyer : texas chainsaw massacre , thomas hewitt : texas chainsaw massacre reboot + beginning .

FAR CRY — john seed , joseph seed , jacob seed , faith seed , sharky boshaw , jess black , hurk drubman jr , adelaide drubman , grace armstrong , jerome jeffries , eli palmer , joey hudson , staci pratt , earl whitehorse . pagan min , ajay ghale . vaas montenegro , jason brody .

BALDURS GATE 3 — orgin dark urge , gale dekarios , astarion ancunín , shadowheart , lae’zel , wyll ravengard , karlach , halsin , jaheira , minsc , minthara , dame aylin , isobel thorm , omeluum , the emperor , rolan , dammon , ketherick thorm , enver gortash , orin , kar’niss , nym , sorn , raphael .

SUPERNATURAL — dean winchester , sam winchester , castiel , gabriel , adam winchester , lucifer , michael , anna milton , charlie bradbury ( wlw only ) .

OTHER — connor : detroit become human , joe goldberg : you , eddie gluskin : outlast whistleblower , father paul hill / john pruitt : midnight mass , riley flynn : midnight mass , sheriff hassan shabazz : midnight mass , kurt wagner : x - men , remy lebeau : x - men , peter maximoff : x - men , adrian chase : peacemaker , abner krill : suicide squad , edward nashton : batman .

[jjmbbg]

depressing/sad hcs about jack marston

(let's ignore my lil obsession w him ok)

tw: self harm and mentions of s*icide, discretion is requested and recommended

• okay, it's canon that jack marston is an anxious and depressive mf.

• so if you think about it deeply, chances are high that he has self-harmed or thought about it.

• maybe not with cuts, maybe burning with cigarettes, scratching until he sees blood, picking fights to get hit, etc. this would be after the death of his parents.

• when he was a 14-16 yr old he would pull his hair or hit the back of his head on the wall of his room when he felt insufficient.

• as he has said, he no longer has anything to live for.

• so he clearly never cared if he suffered or not.

• because there is no greater suffering than having lost your loved ones and being left alone for the rest of your pathetic life.

• he has nightmares about the day his father dies, and when he wakes up he couldn't go back to sleep.

• and that would cause insomnia.

• he hates seeing wild feverfews because it reminds him of the ones he left on his mother's grave.

• hates wearing his father's clothes, but he doesn't plan to spend his money on buying clothes, so he ends up wearing them.

• sometimes he sleeps in his parents' bed to feel their presence nearby.

• it stopped doing it a long time ago.

• would have thought about committing s*icide.

• would have failed miserably to try.

• will have spent years trying to find some reason to live.

• and by the time he would have found a reason, it would be too late.

[zanazirafanfic]

Summary: 25 winter-themed Red Dead prompt fills, featuring all of our favorite Van der Linde gang members (minus the camp rat) and set in a much happier, canon-divergent version of 1910. Happy holidays, cowpokes! Yeehaw!

(Prompts will be listed at the beginning of each chapter. Pairings and characters vary by chapter, but all of them will be connected and work toward the same central storyline by the end.)

Warnings: None Rating: Teen Category: Multi (F/M, M/M) Fandom: Red Dead Redemption Relationships: John Marston/Abigail Marston, Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith, Dutch Van der Linde/Hosea Matthews Characters: Jack Marston, John Marston, Abigail Marston, Charles Smith, Arthur Morgan, Dutch Van der Linde (mentioned), Hosea Matthews (mentioned) Chapters: 13/25 Word Count: 6,515 Chapter Summary: The Marstons pay a visit to the Morgan-Smiths, everyone reads a letter from Dutch and Hosea, and Arthur gets an early Christmas present. Day 13 Prompts: Getting Anxious for Christmas (+ Bonus Prompt)

@photo1030 @cassietrn

[local-idiotic-texan]

epic intro 2012 ✔️🎁

LAST UPDATED: 3 DECEMBER, 2024

HI. My name is Wise!!

You can also call me Local. Either one works because this is Tumblr. :) I WAS BORN ON JANUARY 19, 2009!!! BARACK OBAMA GOT INAUGURATED LITERALLY THE DAY AFTER I WAS BORN!! :D

Pronouns are he/him, xe/xim, and they/them!! Though I am CISMale so.. yeaaahhhh!! :D I'm gay and autistic!! With some depression thrown in for spice, ooh!

I'M FROM AMERICA AND USE CST!! AKA CHICAGO TIME!! HI!! I'M ALSO IN-FACT, FROM TEXAS!! ^^

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These accounts are ones I own!! YEAAA!! :D

@ask-site-61 [ACTIVE!]

AND THESE ARE SOME PROJECTS I'M MAKING!! -

Site-61 - SCP AU circa. 2018 about a Site up in a Mountain in Iceland where people commit atrocities to one another.

Suicide Hotel - 1950s American Psychological Horror? Based off an animation I saw in Winter 2022. Currently being planned for "RENOVATED"!!

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I have multiple disorders and probably a LOT more but here's all of my issues:

DIAGNOSED:

- Autism (Asperger's Diagnosis)

- ADHD

- Depression

- Chronic Insomnia? (Medicated on melatonin for something like that, but I don't take it because I'm sure it's fine tbh!!)

- Shortsighted Vision

UNDIAGNOSED BECAUSE I WOULD BE THROWN INTO A MENTAL HOSPITAL FOR THIS:

- Intrusive Thoughts

- Suicidal Thoughts

- Peripheral Visionary Hallucinations

NOT DIAGNOSED BUT SUSPECTED:

- Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (phlegm specifically)

- General Memory and/or Cognitive Issues (some days I forget how to write, others I can't remember anything anyone is telling me even DURING conversations.)

- Medicated Eating Disorder (Adderall sucks dude why the fuck am I full I'M STILL HUNGRY STOP MAKING ME WANNA THROW UP UGHRHRNJDJ)

FAMILY HISTORY (likely to receive more of or inherit in life):

- Vital Organ Complications (specifically heart and lungs)

- Mental Illness (Schizophrenia, Bipolar, Learning Disorders, etc.)

- Diabetes (T2)

- Blindness (already have!!)

BUT I'M NOT A DOWNER I SWEAR I'M REALLY FUN TO BE AROUND AND TALK TO AND BE FRIENDS WITH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BE MY FRIEND!! HERE'S MORE REASONS WHYY :(

I!!! HAVE!! FANDOMS!! I HAVE FANDOMS!! YAH.

HERE'S THE ONES I'M MOST ACTIVE IN. AS OF RN. :3

- SCP Foundation (2017)

UHH THAT'S IT. yeahhh December and November sucked for everyone but me so I just retreated to my characters...

I ALSO!! HAVE A GOOD MUSIC TASTE.

- Mitski (Carry Me Out)

- Heathers (Shine A Light!)

- Mean Girls (Revenge Party!)

- Penelope Scott (SPIRIT)

- Lemon Demon (Spring-Heeled Jack)

- MARINA (Venus Flytrap)

- Mother Mother (Aspiring Fires)

- Tally Hall (You & Me)

- Miracle Musical (Intro the The Snow)

- Madame Macabre (Toby)

- Jack Stauber (Leopard)

- Franz Ferdinand (Come On Home)

- SODIKKEN (REDMAGEDDON)

- JerryTerry (Kiss Me (Kill Me))

- Tikkle Me (Glockenspiel)

- Portal (Cara Mia, Addio! / On Your Own)

- They Might Be Giants! (Sapphire Bullets of Pure Love!)

- A Fever You Can't Sweat Out! (These Tables are Numbered for a Good Reason, Honey. You Just Haven't Figured It Out Yet!)

- Dazey & The Scouts (Sweet CIS Teen)

- Louie Zong (Miku Quartet)

- Sushi Soucy (L.O.V.E.)

- Heavenly (Escort Crash on Marston Street)

- TV Girl (Valarie)

- Pomplamoose (Who Cares?)

- TLT (Die in a Fire)

- TWRP (HTMLOVE)

OKAY THAT'S WHERE USEFUL INFO ENDS!!

I do voice acting, art, and writing on the side!! LET'S BE FRIENDS PLEASE I WANNA BE SO SILLY I WANNA RUN AROUND YOU LIKE A LITTLE RAT AND THEN TELL YOU THAT YOUR ART LOOKS LIKE A PASTA DE LA CREME!!

Feel free to message me on Discord!! (With context of course!! I will be blocking anyone who crosses my boundaries or is just unpleasant though.): TheWiseGuest !! :D

The rest of this post is trivia. =]

Fandoms I was in but am no longer active in:

- Angry Birds (2010 to 2018)

- Minecraft (2012 to 2016 / 2019 to 2024)

- ROBLOX (TheWiseGuest76) (2016 to 2024)

- Criminal Case (2012 to 2023)

- Coraline (Reoccurring)

- Five Nights at Freddy's!! (2014 to 2023)

- A Blue's Clues Christmas! (I SWEAR IT EXISTS.)

- The Nightmare Before Christmas (Reoccurring)

- Corpse Bride (Reoccurring)

- Plants vs. Zombies (2013 to 2018, reoccuring.)

- Creepypasta? (2015? I guess? Idk I watch them though.)

- The Amazing Digital Circus (2023)

- Undertale & Deltarune (2018 & 2021)

- L4D (c. 2011)

- Miis (c. 2018)

- The Walten Files (c. 2020)

- HTF (c. 2011)

- ASOUE (c. 2017)

- DHMIS (c. 2020)

- BugBo (c. 2023)

- The Good Place (c. 2016)

- Grey's Anatomy (c. 2022)

- ENA (c. 2020)

- ARGS (c. 2020)

- Eddsworld (c. 2018)

- Total Drama (c. 2022)

- Happy Meat Farms (c. 2022)

- I SURVIVED (c. 2018)

- Object Show Community (c. 2017)

[buckybarnesss]

➺ 𝒓𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼: list your ten favorite characters from ten separate fandoms, then tag ten people!

tagged by ✨ @dear-massacre ✨

jack marston (red dead redemption)

bucky barnes (marvel)

mako (legend of korra)

dean winchester (supernatural)

derek hale (teen wolf)

jyn erso (rogue one, star wars)

wolfgang bogdanow (sense8)

annabeth chase (percy jackson)

arya stark (game of thrones)

lindsay monroe (csi ny)

tagging: @sweetorangepoptart @rugbertgoeshome @renmackree @anothersigh

[liljackiemarston]

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Hey, I'm Jack Marston, let me explain to you what I do!

RULES!

• NSFW is allowed, but nothing sex related!

• I act as all tree versions, the main being teen Jack.

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