#vanderdutch

[alwaysagoddamntrain]

Pausing to drop a small headcanon, before I forget I was going to write it.

I know there are a lot of different ways one can interpret the relationship between Dutch and Arthur, from a mentor-like situation to some sort of daddy/son kink (not judgin’ here, just categorizing) but in terms of the way MY Arthur works, here’s a basic outline:

The underlying fact of the matter to him is that, while he looks up to Dutch and has shaped himself into something of a protegee, Arthur wouldn’t view Dutch as anything close to a father. There’s only five years difference in their ages, and Arthur was already damn near a man in his own right when they found him, so at best he’d view Dutch as a role model, someone to respect but certainly not someone he’d view as a parental figure. To Arthur’s way of thinking, they’re closer to peers than anything, though the power definitely rests in Dutch’s hands when it comes to both their working and personal relationships.

At the same time, Dutch frequently refers to Arthur as ‘son’ in conversation. I believe in terms of their relationship, for the longest time it was used as a means to keep Arthur in his ‘place’ so to speak, to keep him at a safe distance and create an artificial barrier between them as the younger man matured. It’s become both habit now and also a sort of endearment that is ingrained from years of use. It also demonstrates that ‘power’ that Dutch possesses in regards to their relationship.

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In reply to this post!  There are 2 kinds of people.  -  @rosewrists & @vanderdutch.  XD

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[missoshea-blog]

*//    A   STARTER   FOR   @VANDERDUTCH  .

❝ is a dream a  L I E  if it don’t come  t r u e ? —or is it somethin’  w o r s e ? ❞

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       ‟ Are you always this... relentless? ”

@vanderdutch | s.c.

[thaegeiro]

vanderdutch replied to your post: people catching frankenstein red-handed with like,...

i laughed so fucking hard at that tag in your reply

LIKE! PLEASE ENLIGHTEN US! WHY DO YOU HAVE A SACK OF KIDNEYS! WE’D LOVE TO KNOW PAL! WHAT’S YOUR STORY BUDDY!

[loielic]

"what's life without a little adventure?"

your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. SEND ME A 🍻+ THE QUESTION YOU WANT TO ASK MY MUSE FOR A TIPSY, DRUNKEN ( HONEST ) ANSWER. ( NOT ACCEPTING. )

        ❝I KNOW THE ANSWER to this one!❞ he’s had one too many, rum having set his guts a blazing and flared his spirits high. the question isn’t one that really sounds like it should be answered ( SOBER JAVIER WOULD HAVE LEFT IT RHETORICAL ) but the mexican is already leaning across the table to tap dutch’s hand fondly, coyote grin spread wide and eyes boyish. ❝we wouldn’t have no LIFE. who could even live without seeing what’s out there? i couldn’t imagine that.. not being here with you all, seeing all we’ve seen. all the bullshit we’ve gotten ourselves into; granted i got shot on some of them, but- BUT it was worth it in the end.❞ never did javier think that when he first joined the gang, he’d see them as a family he’d die for. surely it would all go up in flames and he’d probably end up hanged right beside them. yet even then, that would be the adventure of a lifetime and one that he would smile about until the end.

[couragestories]

vanderdutch liked for a starter!

Mary still was not sure what to think about Dutch van der Linde. This man helped raise Arthur into the person he was today. But he also guided him into being an outlaw. Arthur almost always spoke highly of Dutch. Almost always. Now here she was, waiting for a train with the very man who the man she adored considered a father. She fussed with her dress a little and then stepped over toward him. She gave her best smile to him. “Pardon me, I hope I am not wrong but are you... Dutch?” she looked around and blushed a little. She hoped she was not overstepping. “I’m... I am a good friend of Arthur. I am Mary Linton... or uh Mary Gillis.”

[outlawmistermatthews]

@vanderdutch continued from here 

Hosea knew Molly deserved far better than Dutch, and she wanted the world. Just like Dutch. Wanted to be a queen, didn’t want to get her hands dirty. Though at least Dutch had the capacity to get his hands dirty. Hosea smirks, unaffected by the others rage or frustrations at him. Hosea was right, he wouldn’t lie about it. Besides, it was always too funny to see Dutch get all frustrated. Perhaps that was the outlaw in him having their jollies though. 

“Yes, your cold dead, black heart can not handle the pure beauty i bestowed upon Bessie. To love someone like I loved Bessie, would mean you’d have to stop twirling your mustache of schemes.” 

Hosea did think Dutch’s power came with the mustache, shave it off and who would he be? Maybe the young man who wanted to learn things from Hosea again?

“You know I joke Dutch, you’ve a heart of gold.” Hosea slaps Dutch’s back and chuckles. 

“I’m just saying, if ever you did though, find someone you loved. When i’m gone I hope you’ll use Bessie’s ring. It’s yours once I’m dead. But If you ever pawn it I swear I will haunt you till the day you die.” 

[dxcface]

#Dutch: I should've left you on that street corner where i found you#Sean: but 'cha didN'T

wHEEZES

[alwaysagoddamntrain]

@vanderdutch (cont. from here)

Firelight flickers across sleeping faces - the occasional snore from Reverend Swanson punctuated by a choking hiccup from somewhere in Uncle’s general direction. The night is quiet, even the stars have taken it upon themselves to hide amongst the thin wisps of cloud and brown eyes search anyway … to seek that soft haven that falls from heaven’s eyes. Bill lets out a cough and the outlaw leader starts, low laugh resounding from chapped lips as gaze settles on the shadow suddenly melding with him.

“Arthur.” Words die on his lips, jaw suddenly clenched shut by the sheer weight of what the younger man had come to say, the sheer weight of his confession. “Son, I don’t - “ There are many things Dutch van Der Linde can say in a time like this .. and all of them are lies. Fingers shake slightly as they reach for a prized cigar, words falling over each other like sparks on a log as tongue seeks whatever flavor had long been lost. “I know, I know.” He’s standing before he can stop himself, free hand pressing to the younger man’s shoulder in a display of camaraderie .. a display that he is sure Arthur isn’t seeking, that he is sure he does not want.

The line between lovers and friends has ever been a thin one, a hell balancing on the edge of a knife that the outlaw can’t evade. Shoulders slump in defeat even as lips curve upwards, smile belying any fear he may feel inside. A confession of his own sits on weighted tongue, locked behind clenched teeth that won’t open lest a sudden wave come spilling out. A tug on the younger man’s vest suffices for an affirmation, cigar dropped to the ground as lips capture lips in a tender kiss.

Just what exactly he’d come to talk to Dutch about, Arthur couldn’t rightly remember once his gaze settled upon that familiar countenance, the outlaw leader’s profile gilded by the dying firelight causing the thoughts in his head to dissolve like so much mist in the light of a new day. In their place came a confession that he’d sworn he would never give, a burden that the younger man had vowed he would carry to his grave rather than risking both rejection and the destruction of their odd little ‘family.’

But the quiet chuckle that reached his ears combined with the intensity of the eyes that met his when he stepped near brought all of his plans for secrecy crashing to the ground, the pulse drumming in his ears drowning out everything except the sound of Dutch’s voice. 

Son, I don’t...

The familiar term of endearment that had always seemed to keep him at arm’s length, the quiet voice speaking the words Arthur had been dreading - and expecting - left a cold knot of dread in the pit of his stomach, and for a moment it took every bit of strength he had to simply stand there and continue to draw breath. The weight of Dutch’s hand upon his shoulder only made the feeling of grim resignation worse, and it was with a soft sound of distress that Arthur began to turn away, cheeks hot as waves of humiliation washed over him.

It was only at the last moment before every shred of dignity had been torn from him that he felt that hand shift to grasp the front of his vest, the gentle tug that brought him back around to face the older man, eyes opening wide before fluttering closed as every wish he’d ever made was granted all at once. Relishing the soft pressure of lips against his, Arthur hesitantly raised one hand to rest at Dutch’s flank, fingers curling into the fabric with a possessiveness that he’d never allowed anyone to witness before now.

“Dutch...?” The words were a quiet murmur against the other man’s lips, the name both a question and a plea for something he couldn’t speak aloud for fear of breaking this spell. “I...think I must be dreaming.”

[maidiin-blog]

“You’re not alone. You never were.”

@vanderdutch​ / skye finally answers memes.

     𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑵𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑨 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬,  but  instead  it  was  found  with  the  group.  a  make-shift  family  of  their  own. ❛   thank  you  dutch.  ❜  sincerity  as gaze  shifts  from  field  of  green  and  wildflowers  to  male  beside  her.  they  hadn’t  needed  to  take  her  in,  to  show  any  sort  of  compassion  to  her.  she  had  no  monetary  worth  or  values  to  offer  after  family  farm  was  engulfed  in  flames.  but  she  made  up  for  it  with  sharp  wit  and  good  aim,  eager  to  learn  and  take  revenge  on  those  who  had  taken  everything.  ❛ i  wouldn’ta  made  it  without  any  of  you.  ❜  this  world  bore  no  kindness,  how  quickly  she  learned  it  was  fight  for  survival.  the  ache  of  her  heart  is  heavy,  how  she  longs  for  days   with  family,  but  those  were  now  long  gone.    ❛  i  heard  somethin’  about  a  shipment  comin’  into  town.  it  might  be  somethin’  worth  checkin’  out  if  we’re  gonna  be  around.   ❜  she  wants  to  prove  usefulness,  that  she’s  willing  to  earn  her  keep.    

[missoshea-blog]

*//    A   STARTER   FOR   @VANDERDUTCH  .

❝ would ye come for a  w a l k  with me , dutch ? ❞ thick lashes , like the wings of a butterfly ,  f l u t t e r  innocently in the older man’s direction — the ginger working her celtic charm in an attempt to get his  UNDIVIDED  attention for once , for just  o n e  night . shamrock eyes soften ,  and a cheeky smirk that exudes  c o y  playfulness curves at the very corners of full lips as the young woman delightedly chirps ,  ❝ ‘tis a  BEAUTIFUL  evenin’ out ! ❞

❝ . . . an’ i would not  e n j o y  marvelling at such a magnificent sunset  A L L  by my lonesome . ❞ 

[veiliisms]

@vanderdutch

“i - fuckin’-”

he was still trying to calm down from the mess. fuckin’ sean. hole right in his head and you’d think afton of all people would be used to it, but he can’t get the god damn sight out of his HEAD. dead. lifeless. one eye still open. not sean. god, dammit, not more of his family.

he’s pacing back and forth anxiously, before yelling in anger and grabbing his schofield, shooting all six rounds into the nearest tree.

“FUCK, dutch. just. fuck! what now?”

[standunshaken]

“We need to be moved out by tomorrow.” (for micah! if thats okay!)

“A’course, boss…but Black L-…Arthur ain’t here. No idea where he went off to. An’ he sure has been runnin’ off on his own a lot, lately. You sure it’s worth runnin’ all over creation to find him?”

They’d been riding for an hour already, and Micah’s patience for that old dog had run out a long time ago. They’d never got on well, and even if Arthur had helped him out of jail, the fool hadn’t done much, in Micah’s humble opinion, to keep up the gang’s morale. Not like himself. No, he had always been a man who preferred to go with the river’s current rather than against it, and for as long as Dutch was there to guide that current, Micah knew what direction they should all go in. Arthur, on the other hand, had become a stubborn salmon determined to swim up-stream, just begging to be crushed by a bear’s jaws.

[trickstercaptain-archive]

@vanderdutch replied to your post: What do we do with a drunken sailor what do we do...

and now all i can see for some reason is jack shaving his belly with a rusted razor. i’m …

       forget my belly it’s my back you really need to worry about, mate

[grandschemed]

just jumping in here bc i saw a reply cross my dash and it reminded me that i've been wanting to tell you that i love ur writing. all of your character portrayals that have crossed my dash are gr9 and even the ones i don't recognize, your writing still pulls me in. So thanks for being an awesome addition to my tumblr dash.

@vanderdutch

😱😱😱😱😱😱😱💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖aaaaa i hope you don’t mind me posting this publicly but this message was so sweet i wanted to save it forever but THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!! thank you so much for taking the time to send this little note of positivity!!!!!! as a multifandom multimuse i always get a little nervous with my followers because i know a majority follow me for one or a few specific muses so it’s always very COOL to hear that even the characters people don’t know seem interesting!!!!!  again thank you so much for this and i hope you have a wonderful day/night/wherever you are!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖