#young susan grimshaw

[thedailybullshit]

RDR2 Incorrect Quotes pt. 34

Arthur: You’re acting like a child, John.

John: I AIN’T ACTING.

1886:

Dutch: I mean, small animals are way more vicious. It’s because their anger has less space to be contained.

Susan: That’s ridiculous. Give me one example of this.

Dutch: Wasps.

Bessie: Spiders.

Hosea: Terriers.

Arthur: John.

John:

After The Kiss:

Arthur: If you do that again, I will not hesitate to throw you out that windo- what are you doing?

Charles Chatenay: Checking how high the drop is to see if it’s worth it.

Sean: If tomatoes are fruits, isn’t ketchup just a tomato smoothie?

Lenny: It’s jam, I love you but I’m too tired for this shit, please go back to sleep.

Annabelle: All the haters being like, “Aren’t you wanted by the state?” It’s like, I’m wanted by a lot of people, okay? That’s the price of being pretty.

Annabelle: Anyways, I did commit a smidge of treason.

Abigail: *handing Arthur a coffee* Remember: more espresso, less depresso.

Arthur: *drinks it*

Arthur: I’m still depressed, but now I’m FAST.

Abigail: Are you ready to commit?

John: Like a crime or to a relationship?

Sean: I’m a hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense!

Hosea: I’m Hosea Motherfucking Matthews, I fear nothing.

Dutch: I have a plan!

Hosea: I have one fear.

Bounty Hunter: I’ll put so many bullets in your head, God won’t even recognize you.

Arthur: I’m an atheist; fire at will.

[heavenly-iulie]

he always had a soft spot for her.

right?

[fvkvrodani]

tilly jackson hcs bc she deserves to be talked abt too.

due to her csa trauma, she was very skittish after dutch had saved her & let her stay in the vdl gang. she wouldnt let her guard down & if she sensed any danger towards her from any of the members, she was ready to bolt.

grimshaw was never kind to her. not ever—she just put that girl straight to work & has never said a single kind word to her.

the only reason tilly turned out to be the sweetest out of all the vdl gang is bc she saw how they were & wanted to be nothing like them + her mother's last words to her were wishing her to live happy.

it took the combined (& frankly awkward) efforts of kohn & arthur to get tilly to trust not just them, but also hosea & dutch. they couldnt get her to trust or even like grimshaw, but she learned how to tune that woman's incessant insults & beratings out by the time she was 16.

arthur & john were (& still are!! idc what canon says!!!) very protective of her; if she went anywhere, even a little ways away from camp, trust & believe that one of the brothers was with her.

they also taught her to how fend for herself. hosea & dutch, for once, didnt want a child to learn how to fight... never mind the fact that tilly learned how to do kill someone at 12yo. or possibly younger than.

she absolutely loved bessie. she learned how to be feminine from her (because, again, tilly hated grimshaw growing up). she got her love for stories (especially the romance genre) from watching hosea & bessie act all lovey-dovey whenever bessie was around camp. & the only reason im mentioning this is bc dutch's books are. Not romance—that man probably had her read moby dick when it first came out or smth.

she would bicker & banter w john a whole lot more than she did with arthur; shes much closer to john's age. they lovingly & playfully bullied each other.

courtesy of being raised by dutch & hosea: hers, arthur's, & john's senses of humor are dry as the desert.

arthur gave her piggyback rides a lot.

tilly wouldnt let Anyone touch her hair, not even to wash it.

she has some memoirs of her mother that she grabbed from their home before running away again.

[the99thfanboy]

Young Arthur going through a phase where he wants to dress fancy like Dutch.

Hosea takes him into town and Arthur comes back with new clothes and a fresh haircut, looking like a little Dutch.

Dutch has a dumb grin on his face just looking at the boy.

John says he looks stupid and Arthur’s face turns red, wanting to punch the little runt, but he’s trying to be more Dutch-like, so he just scolds his little brother.

This phase lasts for a while and after it’s passed, Arthur catches John trying on his ‘Dutch clothes’ and teases him for days. John doesn’t want to admit he was actually hoping to look more like Hosea.

Meanwhile, Tilly finds a nice dress so she can dress up like Grimshaw. The older woman doesn’t notice this because she’s so busy, but once Hosea points it out to her she does up Tilly’s hair like her own.

Somewhere in those crates there’s a picture of the Old Guard. Dutch and young man Arthur dressed just like him, Hosea and teenaged John sheepishly wearing a nice vest, and Susan with little Tilly in near matching dresses.

[marstonandson]

van der linde gang headcanons just because

- kieran sleepwalks. whoever’s keeping watch is also in charge of making sure he doesn’t die

- on many separate occasions, tilly, karen, and mary-beth have all called grimshaw “mom” by accident. while they’re dying inside, susan has a smile for the rest of the day

- sean and lenny have a secret club for young men. only jack is invited to their meetings. no one knows what they talk about

- sadie takes molly out into the woods sometimes and they just scream together

- john only knows the ‘rip van winkle’ story because jack read it to him once

- bill and javier pretend they hate each other in front of everyone else but they gossip when no one is looking

- hosea gave dutch that white and red checkered bandana as a gift

- charles is the only person arthur will show his journal to

- abigail has punched most of the gang members at some point for various reasons

- whenever josiah visits he tries to bring a trinket for jack

- everyone actually loves pearson’s cooking, they just hate to admit it because he makes a big deal out of it

- when dutch praises micah, micah turns around and sticks his tongue out at arthur whenever dutch isn’t looking

[ak319]

a nice request because we all deserve it, sadie and reader being besties/soulmates/sisters and even if people try to separate them, they somehow always come back together

When Sadie joined the gang, you were thrilled to have another woman you could truly call a sister. But when Arthur told you what she’d been through, you felt a shock settle over you and an urge to make her feel as comfortable in the gang as possible.

You didn’t do much work around camp yourself, likely second only to Molly in doing almost nothing, but Arthur’s hard work covered both of your shares. Even so, you could feel lazy at times. So when Sadie arrived and Ms. Grimshaw started scolding her for being a burden, you stepped in, doing more of the work so that Sadie could rest and cope with her trauma.

Your care and company helped her eventually open up to you, and you came to see what a remarkably strong woman she truly was. You couldn’t be prouder.

"Hey, (Y/N)." You turned to see Sadie striding over, her new gear and black jacket catching the late sun, an excited gleam in her eyes. Setting aside the dish you’d been scrubbing, you smiled. "Well, don’t you look dashing."

She winked, leaning against the basin with a smirk. "Wasn’t I always?" She tossed you a playful look, then tilted her head. "So…you know how to shoot a gun, right?"

You felt a little heat in your cheeks as you chuckled nervously. "Uh, gun? Not exactly."

Sadie blinked in disbelief, her jaw dropping. "What?! You’ve been living with outlaws all your life, and neither of ‘em thought to teach you?"

"Well…” you shrugged, glancing away. “I was young when Dad was around, and after he passed, I just never felt the need, I guess. And once we were with the gang--” You trailed off, only for Sadie to scoff and seize your arm, tugging you toward the woods without a second thought.

“HEY! Hey! Where are we going?!”

“Where do you think? I’m gonna teach you, girly!"

“Teach what?” Arthur’s shadow fell across both of you as he stepped into your path.

Sadie glanced up at him, not an ounce of her spark fading. “I’m gonna teach her to shoot, Arthur.”

“And why’s that, Ms. Adler?”

Sadie met his gaze, unflinching. “Because she’s my friend, and don’t you think the sister of the ‘best gunslinger in the West’ oughta know how to handle a weapon? She oughta learn, right, (Y/N)?” She looked at you with a fierce grin, her confidence contagious. You gave a firm nod. “Yeah…I do want to learn.” Arthur’s gaze shifted to you, a small scoff escaping him.

"Fine," he muttered, crossing his arms. "But don’t be gettin’ reckless. Be back soon. Don't got too far."

Sadie smirked, unfazed. “Can you stop orderin’ us around for one damn second, Morgan?” She nudged his shoulder as she marched you past, puffing up with satisfaction.

“Damn…” You chuckled as you walked beside her. “That was fun to watch, do that every day, please.”

She laughed with you, her stride bold as you both reached a clearing deep in the woods. There, with patient resolve, she taught you how to handle the gun, steady your aim, and shoot straight, her guiding presence turning each attempt into a small triumph.

Shooting wasn’t the only thrill that had become a staple in your friendship with Sadie. At least once a week, you both made it a point to slip into town, getting up to whatever mischief caught your fancy. It didn’t matter if it was something as innocent as shopping, where Sadie often barked down the shopkeepers during bargaining, or something as wild as crashing a wedding. You couldn’t help but smirk, you could officially check that one off your list.

When you both returned to camp, it wasn’t long before Susan caught sight of you, her face pinched in that familiar disapproving way. “Where did you two run off to today, hmm? Having fun while others do the work?”

Sadie shot back without missing a beat, her tone dripping with defiance. “Of course, we had fun. By the look of you, I’d say it’s been a while since you’ve had any.”

You nudged Sadie, stifling a laugh, though the humor didn’t last long. Susan’s voice cut through with a sharper edge. “Well, some of us do actual work around here instead of frolicking around all day in town.”

You took a deep breath, deciding to keep it civil. “I went after finishing what I could for the day, Ms. Grimshaw.”

“Oh? And by that, you mean what? Washing two pieces of clothing?” Her scoff stung, and your smile faded. That was it.

“Now, first of all, I don’t have to do any of it,” you replied, voice steady but firm, “seeing as this whole camp practically thrives off what my brother does. But I still help out, from the goodness of my heart. C’mon, Sadie.”

You grabbed Sadie’s arm, and she looked at you, a flicker of surprise in her eyes before breaking into a grin. “Well, look at that. My company’s finally having an effect on you, in a good way, I’d say.”

“I’m just sick of all the chore talk. Can’t a girl relax once in a while?”

Once you’d left Susan fuming in your wake, you and Sadie joined Abigail and the others, handing out the little gifts you’d picked up in town. The warm smiles from Abigail, Jack, and the rest made it worth it, a small reminder of what life outside the gang could feel like.

Soon enough, sneaking out became something of a habit. You and Sadie would slip out at night when Arthur was away on a job, sometimes taking the other women along. No Ms Grimshaw scolding or nagging to keep you tied down, just the freedom to be a little reckless, to feel like you had some control. And Charles? When he patrolled, he was easily convinced to keep it all a secret.

But Ms Grimshaw did have her ways of finding things...

"Well, if it isn’t our very own troublemakers," she snapped, her gaze fixed on you and Sadie, who were both just returning from a night out with the others. You’d barely managed to set down your packs when she stormed over, hands on her hips. “Thought you could sneak out and cause a ruckus without anyone noticing, did you? It’s dangerous enough out there as it is, but dragging others into your little escapades is a step too far.”

Sadie rolled her eyes but didn’t respond, and you braced yourself, knowing the real storm hadn’t even hit yet. Grimshaw shot both of you a withering look, muttering something about going straight to Dutch.

Not even fifteen minutes later, Dutch himself found you both by the campfire, his face a blend of frustration and disappointment. He folded his arms, giving you both a hard look. “Now, I heard some interesting things from Ms. Grimshaw this morning. You two think it’s wise to be sneaking around, taking half the camp along for a joyride? With Pinkertons and O’Driscolls sniffing around every corner?!”

Sadie stayed silent, her jaw set as Dutch’s gaze landed on her. "Sadie, I understand you’re your own woman, but this here’s a family. And we look out for each other’s safety. Taking the others out at night like that, it puts everyone at risk.”

You felt the weight of Dutch’s words, but Sadie huffed, arms crossed defiantly. “You call us family, Dutch, but don’t expect us to live like caged animals. We’re careful, we weren’t out in the open.”

Dutch’s frown deepened as he turned to you. “And you, (Y/N), you should know better than this. You might not be one of my gunslingers, but you still have a role to play. What if something had happened to you? Or one of the others? Arthur won't be happy if he found out...do you want that?”

Swallowing, you looked down, the reality of his worry sinking in, but not enough to make you feel you’d done something wrong. “NO! I mean--don't tell him please Dutch, and I’m sorry. But… it was just some time away from the camp, just a way to feel normal for a bit. No one got hurt. We’re still careful.”

He shook his head, looking both of you over before sighing. “Careful or not, you keep this up, and it’ll bring nothing but trouble. Next time, you both think long and hard about what’s at stake here!”

Once Dutch walked away, you looked at Sadie, both of you sharing a silent understanding. The scolding might have left a sting, but it wouldn’t change what you’d built together. She nudged your shoulder with a smirk.

“Well, at least he didn’t send us packing.”

You let out a short laugh, shaking your head. “Ain’t nothing gonna change, is it? Not Dutch, not Grimshaw, and certainly not us.”

Sadie grinned. “Nope. Not one bit.”

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Word had gotten around the camp that Dutch’s scolding hadn’t done much to break up your mischief with Sadie. The next time you found yourself alone by the fire, Charles approached, looking a little uneasy as he settled next to you.

“You know, (Y/N),” he began carefully, “I’m not trying to get in your way, but a lot of folks are worried about you and Sadie going off so often. It’s... reckless, especially with all the dangers around.”

You shot him a look, half-amused and half-defensive. “Charles, you know Sadie and I aren’t careless. And you know better than anyone that the camp needs a little... escape.”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, as if he wanted to say something more but hesitated. “Look, maybe for a bit, you should keep a low profile. Sadie’s got her hands full around here already. You know Grimshaw’s not about to let this go.”

The gentle nudge was clear, Charles was subtly trying to steer you away from Sadie, hoping it might keep the peace. You gave him a smile that you hoped would reassure him.

“I’ll think about it, Charles,” you replied, even though you had no real intention of distancing yourself from Sadie.

But the subtle hints didn’t end there. The next morning, Grimshaw handed you a mountain of chores, insisting you stay busy while Sadie got sent on an errand with Arthur, as if the camp were conspiring to keep you apart. The day felt like it dragged on forever, and by the time you were done, Sadie still hadn’t returned. You wandered back to your tent feeling restless, the quiet gnawing at you.

Finally, near dusk, you heard the familiar sound of footsteps. Sadie had returned, looking as annoyed as you felt, her gaze scanning the camp until it landed on you.

She sauntered over, her usual confidence edged with a slight smirk. “Heard they kept you real busy today.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You, too. They sent you out with Arthur?”

“Sure did,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “Probably thought he’d keep me ‘in line.’ But if they think a few chores and errands are gonna split us up, they’re wasting their time.”

You both shared a grin, the unspoken understanding strengthening whatever they’d tried to weaken.

“Well, looks like we’ll just have to be a little smarter about sneakin’ off,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eye.

Sadie chuckled, crossing her arms. “Reckon we will. Besides, it’ll be fun to keep ‘em guessing.”

⋆⋆⋆

Life at the ranch was a new kind of quiet you hadn’t known before. After everything, this normalcy, the steady rhythm of days spent under a roof, sharing meals with Abigail, John, Arthur and little Jack, felt almost surreal. You’d never imagined feeling the weight of peace settle like this. Thank God, that blindfold of loyalty is finally off your brother. Yet, even with a good life beginning to take root, you couldn’t shake the ache from how it had all ended...or how, despite everything, you and Sadie had been separated, each of you pulled in different directions as the dust settled.

Charles had told you she was safe somewhere out there, making a name for herself in whatever way only Sadie Adler could. But there was a hint of betrayal you couldn’t shake, an edge to the thought of her that made you wonder if she’d left you behind as part of that rough world you’d survived together.

On this particular morning, you were sitting on the porch with Jack, who was excitedly yapping away about a new book he’d found. It had become your morning ritual, letting him share every detail of the story while you sip your coffee, the soft morning light casting a gentle calm over the two of you.

But the peace was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of hooves in the distance. When you looked up, your heart skipped a beat. A lone rider, the silhouette familiar even from a distance. She rode into view, her hat tipped low, and you knew before she’d even slowed her horse.

“Sadie!” you shouted, the disbelief almost louder than your voice. You jumped up and ran to her, barely giving her time to dismount before you threw yourself into her arms. She wrapped you up tight, the both of you laughing, giddy with that same energy you’d shared back in camp.

But then, as the reality of her long absence hit, you started punching her, soft jabs that held more meaning than harm. "You absolute snake! BITCH!” you muttered, hitting her shoulder, her arm, anywhere you could reach. “You just left! No word, no letter...nothing! Do you know how long I waited?”

Sadie took it, grinning like she was actually enjoying the punishment, her laughter spilling out as she grabbed your hands to stop you from flailing. “Alright, alright! I deserve that, probably more. But I didn’t forget you, y’know.” She held your shoulders firmly, her face softening as she looked you in the eyes. “I never could dumbass.”

“Then why’d you stay gone so damn long?” you asked, your voice cracking.

Her expression turned serious, the reality of it all weighing on her. “Some things I had to settle on my own. And I knew you’d be safe here, with Arthur, John and Abigail. With family.” She squeezed your shoulder. "So now, you're talkin' to a real gold-ass bounty hunter," she said, throwing her arms out like a magician who’d just pulled off the trick of a lifetime. "But I’m here now, and I’m not plannin’ on disappearing again anytime soon.”

You let out a long breath, feeling the hurt ease a bit. “You better not,” you replied, hugging her tight again.

Soon enough, the others came out, drawn by the commotion and Jack's excited voice as he kept chatting with Sadie. The day rolled on with laughter and good company, and later, you and Sadie found yourselves sitting on the porch, enjoying the quiet night as she smoked.

“(Y/N), you’re mostly free, right?” Sadie asked, an excited gleam in her eyes.

“Um… no, I do work around here… and all,” you replied, caught a bit off guard.

“What if you didn’t for a few days?” Her eyes sparked with mischief, and you found yourself smiling despite yourself.

“You mean…”

“Yep! It’s time you learned a bit of bounty hunting,” she said, voice full of excitement. “Imagine it: two women, both traumatized by men, turning into man-hunting machines. Don’t you want that?”

“But Arthur… he won’t, and we left all this life behind-”

“Shh!” Sadie swatted at your face with dramatic flair. “Excuses are the root of failure. Enjoy a little , c'mon, just like the old times.”

“But we have a ranch-”

“FUCK THE RANCH!” She laughed, shaking her head. “Look (Y/N)...I wanna a home of my own and for that...I gotta remain in this field for a while so I can get somethin' to call my own, y'know.”

"This ranch is big enough for us all, Sadie. Of course we all will welcome you with open arms if you wanna stay here."

"I know, I know, and thanks, but no. I just want something of my own, even if it’s small. I mean, I can do it alone, y'know, but I want you by my side. And seeing that everyone else has left this lifestyle behind, I know they're definitely not gonna be joining me, not even Arthur. Now that we're free from all the gang shit, I thought we could roam and enjoy the rest of this life as much as we can." Her voice softened with each word as she stared down at her lap.

You looked down, thinking about it. She did deserve that after losing everything she had. And who wouldn't want to explore with their friend endlessly? You put your arm around her shoulders and gave a firm shake. “Say less.”

⋆⋆⋆

“No. Absolutely the hell not. Are you insane?!” Arthur snapped, finally turning around from his spot.

“Arthur, please! Be a good brother right now and just say, ‘Of course, (Y/N), you can go and have a good time with your pal.’ Come on, say it.”

He crossed his arms, unimpressed. “If you think I’m just gonna say yes to you running around out there, then you are DUMB!”

Abigail, standing nearby, came to the rescue. “Arthur, they’re just going for a trip. It’s nothing big, and Sadie can more than handle it. So can (Y/N). They’ll be back before you know it.”

“No, Arthur’s right,” John chimed in.

“Shut up, John. Please,” you replied, giving him a gentle nudge as you turned back to Arthur, your voice softening. “Pleaseee, Arthur! If you don’t let me go, I’ll… I’ll seriously do something drastic--t-to to myself!” You gave him your best pleading look.

Arthur groaned, rolling his eyes at your childish blackmailing. “You’re laying it on real thick,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. He gave Sadie a look. “And you, I know this whole thing was your idea!”

Sadie shrugged leaning against the chair. "It's just something we both need."

“Like hell you do! My decision is final. And you-” Arthur turned to you, his eyes darkening. “Think twice before even stepping foot off this ranch.” With that, he stormed off, leaving you both in tense silence.

But you were having none of it. He still thought of you as a child, someone who couldn’t defend herself, who couldn’t even swat a fly, let alone fend off danger. You glanced over at Sadie, who was staring off into the distance, a flicker of guilt settling into her expression, as though she regretted bringing it up and getting you tangled in her plans. And you didn’t like that one bit.

This was the woman who had taught you to be confident, to speak up, to stand your ground when the world tried to tell you otherwise. She was more like a sister than a friend, the person you’d count on to get through even the worst of times. You were each other’s rocks, through every fight and every high. Sadie would bring you gifts to cheer you up when things felt bleak. And now she was just trying to carve a space for herself, a house of her own, where she could finally feel free.

A spark of determination lit inside you. If she wanted a place to call her own, then by God, you were going to make sure she got it.

That night, as everyone else drifted off to sleep, you packed a small bag with essentials, just enough to keep you going for a couple of days. You knew Arthur would be furious, but you also knew he’d forgive you eventually. He had to understand that some choices were yours to make.

Carefully, you slipped out of the house and made your way across the moonlit yard, avoiding the creaky spots on the floorboards that might wake someone. Outside, the night air was cool and still, and the only sounds were the soft rustling of leaves and the gentle creaking of the barn as it settled. You made your way toward the stables, saddling your horse as quickly and quietly as you could. You took a steadying breath before mounting up, heart pounding with a mix of exhilaration and fear. This was your choice, and you were ready to see it through.

With a gentle nudge, you rode into the night, following the faint trail that would lead you to Sadie. You knew exactly where she was camping, she’d mentioned it enough times, and you’d memorized her directions. You just hoped she hadn’t moved.

After a few hours of riding, you spotted her fire in the distance, flickering like a beacon. You dismounted and walked up, and as you drew closer, you saw her sitting by the fire, eyes widening in surprise as she looked up.

“What in hell’s name, (Y/N)! What’re you doing here?” Sadie gasped, scrambling to her feet. Her surprise turned into a grin as she realized what you’d done.

“Arthur or no Arthur, I’m not letting you go on this adventure alone,” you replied, determination in your voice. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it together. Always.” Sadie’s face broke into a mischievous smile and pulled you into a quick, tight hug.

“I knew there was a reason I kept ya around.”

[verdemoun]

tilly jackson, my beloved. arthur and tilly's relationship. oldest sibling vs oldest daughter. big protective 'we all love you miss tilly' brother meets calls him out on his shit 'mary ain't worth it' sister.

of course, it wasn't always like that. like, imagine. tilly jackson, kidnapped from her mother by the foremans at age 12. held captive by them for long enough that people forget she was a victim and refer to them as a gang she ran with. only escaping by murdering the leader (which she openly states she will never feel bad for, because he was bad. treated her real bad). finding out her mother died while she was kidnapped. falling into trouble, alone, until dutch found her.

tilly jackson, the sweetest and saddest little thing they ever saw. rescuing herself from one gang only to be taken in by another. early days (early enough for dutch to have the time to teach her to read). post-marston, so arthur's well into his 20s. imagine arthur, with his stupid tough guy persona and an established role as the gang's enforcer, trying to tell young tilly that she'll be expected to work if she's going to be a member of their gang. tilly immediately shutting down with a vacant, dead-eyed stare, remembering the foremans.

miss grimshaw, the only other woman in the gang, pulling her close as she slaps arthur hard for being so goddamned dull. arthur, rubbing his arm that is definitely going to bruise, still taking far too long to understand the implication before panicking. tilly watching this six foot man built like a brick wall trip over his words as he frantically apologises because jesus christ he didn't mean that. he'll kill anyone who ever even looks at her like that, he swears, as he fidgets anxiously because susan grimshaw is glaring like she's going to kill him but also he's now painfully aware that he is a massive intimidating adult man who doesn't know how to not look scary to a traumatized teenage girl.

tilly jackson slowly breaking into a smile and giggling because not only does she realize this is this big, scary, fellow child of dutch van der linde is harmless, maybe a touch dumb at times, but 'oh no, i have to protect him'.

[nthspecialll]

Susan's love for the girls and her insecurities

Susan Grimshaw was on her way towards a good life, a respectable life, with money (hinted at), with a fiance and a family and on top of that, she was attractive, most likely having gotten many gifts from suitors and admirers.

She was on top of the world, she was happy, but then her fiance died, she mourned him as she loved him, but it wasn't the end of her world, she was okay, she still had her beauty and as such she was able to find another suitor, Dutch. She was still loved, she was still given gifts and affection. She was okay.

But then her "youthful figor" faded and she was left with nothing. the younger girls talked about her behind her back, Dutch no longer wanted her, no respectable man did either, the only people who wanted her were an old man with an alcohol addiction and a filthy man.

That was the tipping point for her, everything she loved, being desired, it was gone, and she was watching as these young girls took their beauty for granted and made fun of her for loosing hers. She was conflicted between helping them not end up like her and being jealous of them having what she doesn't.

She was trying her best to make sure that if they get the chance at a proper life, if they get a husband, he will still want them even after they are no longer pretty by making them into good wives. She wants to save them from her fate, but sometiems her jealousy slips through and she gets angry at them, yelling or hitting them. Or sometimes she simply found them lazy, as the times of women had changed.

But her main motivation is her love for them, she does care for them, she sings with Karen as Javier plays, laughing and giggling, she is the first to notice Tilly being gone and the first to go save her, holding her when they find her, she opens up about her fiance to Mary-Beth and in chapter 6 when Tilly is worried, she tells her she is proud of her. She takes Tilly's hand and she tells her she is proud of her, that she will be okay.

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[ignorantarmiesclashbynight]

I’m too afraid to even look at the time stamp but I did it again.

New chapter of Brothers & Sons here >>

Who’s got two thumbs and just updated her RDR2 fic that she’s been neglecting for over a year? 

(me, it’s me, Arthur)

[crimelime279]

young susan grimshaw

[isaadleer]

Hola! I don't know if requests are open, but could you make a drabble where young! Arthur teaches a young reader how to shoot and how to ride a horse? She's a newcomer to the gang and has a little crush on Arthur; which only intensifies if he gets close to her.

hii sweetie!! tysm for your request, i loved your idea so much, so here it is!!!!! i did something really basic and short but even so i still liked, maybe i could do a part two 🤭 but i always say that and don’t do it, so i don’t know… i hope you liked <3

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shy shots

summary: Young! Arthur found young! fem character trying to learn how to shoot and he decides to help her. pairing: Young Arthur x Young fem character. words: 1836

On the sunny morning, the sun shone intensely against your eyes, causing the rays of light to disturb your vision. The trees swayed slightly with the gentle breeze, and your hair flew in rhythm with the leaves. The sound of a distant gramophone echoed through the camp where you had been staying for a few months since you were saved from an attempted robbery by a few thieves.

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During a harsh winter in the mountains north of West Elizabeth, you were in dire conditions after the death of your father. Even though he was a violent and bitter man, he always returned with some food at the end of the day, which helped back then, but no longer, as you now didn't know how to hunt on your own.

At the same time, the Van der Linde gang had been camped in an isolated area. With life’s challenges, Dutch decided to explore the surroundings in search of supplies or opportunities that could benefit the group. He rode until he heard a muffled sound in the distance that made him stop. Driven by curiosity and suspicion, Dutch followed the noise until he reached your old wooden cabin, partially covered by snow, visibly worn by time. As he approached, Dutch noticed two men trying to break down the cabin door. Inside, you, an 18-year-old girl, were trying, with all the strength you had left, to defend yourself from the invaders.

Seeing that you were about to succumb, Dutch decided to intervene. He drew his gun and shot the thieves before they could even look him in the eye, leaving you alone and terrified inside the cabin. After the action, Dutch approached you. He moved cautiously upon seeing you curled up in a corner, wounded and wide-eyed with fear. The cabin was cold, almost without furniture, and there was little food in sight, all indicating that you had lived in poor conditions for some time. In a softer, but still firm voice, Dutch reassured you. He offered help, saying no one should go through that alone. You, hesitant and distrustful, initially resisted trusting a stranger, especially someone who had just blown the heads off two men in your home. However, Dutch's natural charisma and his promise of safety began to break down your resistance.

Dutch told you about the gang, describing it as a family, something you had lost a long time ago. He offered you the chance to join them, at least until you recovered and decided what you wanted to do with your life. With few options and nowhere else to go, still stunned by the situation, you accepted the offer.

Dutch then placed you on his horse and took you back to the gang’s camp, where you were met with a mixture of distrust and compassion. Dutch became a father figure to you during that time, comforting you over the loss of your biological father. As you tried to adapt to your new reality, you began to realize that maybe this unlikely gang was the family you had never had, even though you still weren’t sure if that was truly what you wanted.

During the months you spent with the gang, you tried to redeem yourself in any way you could, grateful for having been saved, by cooking, chopping vegetables, or cleaning the camp. The gang didn’t have many members, just Dutch, Hosea Matthews, Susan Grimshaw, and Arthur Morgan, who was the only one closer to your age.

You had a slight crush on Arthur, which made you watch him around the camp, when he arrived with his horse or when he chopped wood, showing off his muscles pressing against his shirt, or when he spoke to his horse affectionately. Even though you knew there was no reason to be jealous of a horse, he somehow made you feel that way. Arthur was probably about two years older than you, but his skills in the criminal life made him appear a bit older since you didn’t even know how to use a revolver.

And so, you found yourself that morning a little away from the camp, in front of some glass bottles, with Hosea’s revolver borrowed in your hands. You fired a few times and couldn’t hit anything. The next time, the same, and the next, again no success. Even without experience with guns, you didn’t realize it was this hard. The sound of the shots from the revolver hurt your ears, as you weren’t used to such loud noises.

Silent footsteps blended with the noise of the shots, making you turn around in worry, as you were a little away from camp. But when you turned, already pointing the revolver at whoever it was, you found Arthur standing in front of you.

“Are you gonna shoot me with that thing?” he said jokingly, though also a little nervous with the gun pointed at his face.

He wore a white shirt with a yellow vest, his traditional hat, and a black bandana wrapped around his neck. His blonde hair made your heart stop, every detail of him made you feel like having a heart attack every passing day.

Realizing he wasn’t a threat, you lowered the gun, embarrassed by your reaction. "If I could shoot with this thing, maybe I would," you joked, venting your frustration with your lack of skills.

He looked around, seeing the bottles without even a scratch, and realizing you had been trying to shoot them.

"How is that working out?" he asked, pointing to the bottles in front of you.

"Well, let's just say I’m not the best shooter I’ve seen," you turned, trying to point the gun at one of the bottles again. "But I’m trying." Then, you fired, trying to aim at the glass bottle, but again without success.

"Well, I wasn’t the best shooter either, but with time, it gets better," he tried to comfort you. "Look…" He approached from behind, trying to help. "You gotta..." he raised his arm, trying to position you correctly, "hold steady..." his hands found your shoulders, sending chills through your body from the closeness. "And firm," he added, increasing the pressure of his hands on your shoulders. "You just focus…" he said in a low tone near your ear, his warm breath against your cold skin. "Breathe slowly," he spoke again. You raised your arm and pointed the revolver at the bottles again, and inhaled as he instructed, but your attempt to stay calm failed, as Arthur's proximity made you tremble from head to toe. "And always pull the trigger on empty lungs." Then he exhaled with you, trying to help you concentrate, but little did he know that the more he talked, the more nervous you became. "Now, try again," he said, removing his hands from your shoulders, making you miss the weight of his touch.

Even so, you straightened your back and pulled the trigger again, but now following Arthur’s instructions. "Wait to breathe out, wait to breathe out…" you whispered to yourself, trying to reinforce your actions. Then you fired again, and the sound echoed through the trees around you. During the noise of the shot, you closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, the bottle you aimed at was no longer standing on the tree stump, only shards of glass remained on the forest floor. "Did you see that? I did it, I did it right, Arthur!?" you were almost jumping with happiness. "I haven’t hit one bottle the entire morning," you said with a mixture of laughter and relief, as it was your first time hitting anything.

Arthur watched you, happy and smiling with your achievement, and couldn’t help but smile along with you. "Not bad! You’re a natural!" he praised you, drawing more smiles from you.

His words made your heart warm, making you fall even more in love with him, even though you thought it wasn’t possible. "Good girl, you’re not that bad like you said." Looking into your eyes intensely, he said.

"Don't be a fool, this is the first time this whole morning," you corrected him, feeling your cheeks heat up from his compliments.

Arthur looked at you with a confused expression, but also with a slight smile on his lips. "I’m serious," he insisted, his voice softer now but still full of sincerity. "Even with my help, you’re really good at this." He reaffirmed, making your heart race even faster.

"Thank you..." you murmured, feeling your cheeks now turn red, but very happy with the unexpected compliments.

"Now..." Arthur began, getting serious again. "We need to go back to camp. It's not safe to make this much noise with you out here alone."

“Okay…” you replied, still a bit embarrassed but obedient.

You would always obey Arthur, anything he said. Anything he asked, you would do—comfort him after a failed job, clean his clothes, or tend to his wounds. Your heart was entirely his, even without realizing it, you were already completely in love with Arthur Morgan.

During the way back to camp, the silence between you two was comfortable, but you couldn’t help but glance at him from time to time. Arthur, with his calm demeanor and the way he handled everything around him, seemed like the most secure man in the world. The wind made his hair fly in a way that you found incredibly charming. At times, you noticed his eyes on you, and when your gazes met, both of you smiled briefly, as if sharing a secret.

After a few short minutes, you arrived at camp. Arthur turned to you and said, with a slight hint of shyness in his voice, "It’d be a pleasure to help you again, if you want." He rested his hands on his belt, trying to ease the anxiety of fidgeting with his fingers.

Without hesitation and with a smile on your face, you quickly replied, "Of course I would, Arthur..." You took a step toward him, and with all the courage you had left, you thanked him with a quick kiss on Arthur's cheek, which instantly blushed. He smiled, an embarrassed smile, as he brought his hand to his face where your lips had touched.

"Now I need to go back and help Miss Grimshaw," you said, trying to hide the smile that insisted on appearing. "See you around, Arthur." You waved briefly before turning to walk away.

"Yeah... I need to... hum... I need to feed Copper too..." Arthur tried to speak, but you were already too far away to hear, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

As you returned to camp, you couldn’t stop smiling like a fool. Susan Grimshaw, who was busy organizing the day’s tasks, noticed your unusual expression and asked, somewhat suspiciously, "Are you alright, girl?"

"Of course!" you replied, laughing in happiness.

Susan frowned, confused. It wasn’t common for you to smile for no reason. Maybe she thought you were going crazy, but, in reality, maybe that was it—you were crazy for Arthur Morgan.

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

FUCK YOU

RDR2 F1 AU

FERRARI

Hosea Matthews - team principal, doing his best, very chill about most things and somehow they keep winning? Once said in an interview "I don't know why we won, it was just pure ferrari spirit." became a meme for manifestation and the power of ferrari

Arthur Morgan - ferrari number 1 driver, literally Kimi Räikkönnen, short answers in the interviews untill you ask him about his WAG Mary Linton, several times world champion, used to drive for Red Bull

Sean Macguire - ferrari number 2 driver, a meme, very young, didn't stay in f2 for long and went nearly straight to f1, rude to older drivers, the fans call him and Arthur the "Spongebob and Squidward", the ferrari budget is fucked because of his crashes, doesn't have a world champion title but was 3rd in his second season by a few points to 2nd

RED BULL

Dutch van der Linde - OF COURSE HE IS THE TEAM PRINCIPAL, questionable choices, only cares about how the drivers drive, if they have a good personality that's the bonus, he and Hosea are seen many times gossiping between the sets, used to be a driver back in the old days but stopped because of a bad crash that majorly fucked up his back, will talk about his career in interviews unpromted, "we have a plan for the next season"

John Marston - number 1 driver, suffering because his car is fucked, won world champion title once (by 1 point, Arthur came second, big drama because at the time Arthur was the 1st driver at red bull and John was second, next season Arthur we to ferrari), Abigail brings Jack around everytime they drive in the US

Javier Esquella - 2nd driver, LOVED IN MEXICO, very active fanbase, will flirt with the female interviews, but also tends to drive quite agressively, went from red bull academy to visa cashapp to redbull, unfortunately was never the number 1 driver which is FRUSTRATING, the king of media day

MCLAREN

Susan Grimshaw - team principal, worked for the team for a long time, once nearly cancelled because said that female drivers aren't agressive enough, trying to undo it by supporting the f1 academy, keeps the team running after the previous principal (Orville Swanson, do not ask) made a mess, thanks to her the team is back on top

Lenny Summers - 1st driver, came at the right time and is now fighting for his first world title, Arthur and him are best friends (a random fan on twitter: "Arthur smile when winning a title :), Arthur's smile talking with Leny :D"), agressive on the track, a sweetheart outside

Sadie Adler - 2nd driver, A WILD CARD, drove in literally EVERYTHING before coming to f1, had to fight for a spot and it was really ironic when she started driving under Grimshaw, drove for Sauber first, managed to score points in it.

[photo1030]

Stop it!! This is just the sweetest! The idea of their weird, happy little family is my favorite. ❤️

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.)

Day 3 Prompt: Making Christmas Treats

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[thedailybullshit]

RDR2 Incorrect Quotes pt. 31

Bessie: Oh, you’re such a handsome young man! Can you give us a big smile?

Little John, who had a shitty childhood & doesn’t know how: 😬

Bessie: Oh! Ah - please don’t do that again. Ok-

Thomas the Swamp Boatman: You people have issues.

Arthur: Well of course I have issues!

Dutch: *drowning Bronte*

Arthur, pointing to him: THAT’S MY FUCKIN’ FATHER!!!

Arthur: Hey man, whatcha doin’? Whatcha up to?

Francis Sinclair: Nothin’ big. Just, uh, practicing my time traveling. So-

Arthur: Sorry, did you say time traveling? Like traveling-through-time time traveling?!?!?

Francis: In fact, the love of your life is gonna walk through that door in three, two, one-

Charles, opening door: Hey, I’m sorry, is this - is this the therapy session?

Arthur: The love of my life is a man?!?

Francis: . . . Oh, have we not gotten to that part yet?

Micah: It’s sad to see you slowing down, Cowpoke. Tell me, is it the TB?

Arthur: Maybe it is the tuberculosis. But then how pathetic are you? That you can’t best me at my worst!

Dutch: The money is what I want. That is where my loyalties lie. That is what my priority is!

Hosea: Not the person who raised your children?

Dutch: Don’t bring the boys into this.

Hosea: Alright. NOT THE MAN YOU MARRIED?!?!?

Dutch: I REFUSE TO BE BLAMED ANY LONGER FOR THIS GROTESQUE MISALLIANCE!!!!

Arthur: I don’t talk about feelings, Hosea. I don’t have any, I’ve never seen one. I’m a night-stalking, train-robbing outlaw, and a campfire tune-singing machine. I don’t feel anything emotionally except for rage - twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five, at a million percent. And if you think that there’s something behind that, then you’re crazy. Goodnight Hosea!

Hosea: Arthur, it’s morning.

Arthur, looking into the sun bc he didn’t realize: Hsssssssssaahhhhh!!!

Young John: I have a question.

Young Hosea: Alright, shoot.

Young John: *shoots the ceiling* Alright can I ask it now?

Mr. Grimshaw: If I were a gardener, I’d put our two-lips together.

Susan: Aw, thank you!

Dutch: If I were a gardener, you’d be my Ho.

Hosea: Thanks.

Hosea: It must be so nice to be rich instead of, say, having to develop a personality.

Mrs. Braithwaite: Shut up, Matthews.

Hosea: Buy my silence, Catherine.

Charles: I have this strange urge to do something stupid.

Arthur: I’m stupid, do me.

Charles:

The Gang:

Arthur: I said that out loud.

[plussizedreader]

Hello all! I was inspired by the amazing @391780 and her fat reader stories to start this blog (so give her a follow!) anyways introduction post!

My name is Bo/Maul, and this blog will be dedicated to ONLY fat readers with canon characters with multiple fandoms. There will be smut, so this blog will be 18+, so any younger I will block! I will primarily write a fem reader, but will try my hardest to try male or gn readers!

Here are the fandoms and characters I’ll write for! I try to get all my smaller interest in here for those who also like it and get zero content for it!

Horror-

House of Wax (Bo, Vincent, and Lester)

Firefly trilogy (Baby, Otis, Foxy, I will write Spaulding, but fluff and anything but smut since he reminds me a lot of my grandpa lol)

31 (Doomhead)

Micheal Myers from any version of the series

Texas Chainsaw Massacre (any version of Leatherface Thomas, Bubba etc, Choptop)

Near Dark (Severen, Jesse, Diamondback)

Saw (Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman, Amanda Young, Adam Stanheight)

Video Games-

Red Dead Redemption (Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sadie Adler, Karen Jones, Abigail Roberts-Marston, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Tilly Jackson, Susan Grimshaw)

Call of Duty Modern Warfare Remake Games (John Price, Simon Riley, Soap, Gaz, Alex Keller, Farrah (I’ll write romance but no smut for Farrah!), Kate Lazwell, Phillip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.)

Last of Us (Joel Miller, Ellie Williams (I will ONLY write adult Ellie and only ever with a Fem reader) Abby Anderson, Tommy Miller)

Days Gone (Deacon St John, Boozer)

Mortal Kombat (Johnny Cage, Kenchi,Sub Zero, Scorpion, Shang Tsung, Shao Khan, Mileena, Kitana, Sindel, Kabal, Kano, Erron Black. NOTE please specify which timeline these characters are from or which movie so I know the correct characterization!)

Resident Evil series (Lady Dimitrescu, Heisenberg, Carlos Olivera, Chris Redfield.)

Movies/TV-

Star Wars (Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul)

Stranger Things (Hopper, Eddie Munson)

Blacklist (Raymond Reddington)

With that being said, while I will write smut, there are things I will not write, such as fat fetish and weight gain fetish bullshit, and I will continue to expand this list, also I can just simply say no I’m not gonna write it if I don’t like it lol.

This list is bound to change with my interest and I’ll add and take off things as needed! Please send in any request and I’ll start working on it shortly!

[sickvictorianangel]

I don't wanna tag anyone or fight anyone on the internet. But no, seeing Dutch as who he is isn't being ableist. For the love of God, people! Chill 🤣

Dutch has a history of manipulating every women he dated, starting with Grimshaw herself. After Anabelle died, and he used that as an excuse to go after Colm, he hopped on bed with Molly, a woman he completely destroyed and left to die in a brutal way (same with Susan). Dutch manipulated Arthur and every person in the gang, not only for them to do exactly as he wanted, but so they could never run away. Loyalty was his weapon. And it's already disproven he got crazy after the accident in Saint Dennis. What we see is a proud man who saw every plan he ever made get frustrated, one after the other. Pay attention to the little conversations in the game and maybe you will see. Like Arthur telling Tilly that a guy in the gang was murdered because he betrayed Dutch 🤦🏼‍♀️

His constant flirting with Mary Beth, ignoring Tilly even though she is his "daughter". Getting angry at anyone that tried to open his eyes or show he was wrong. Micah is the villain, but he didn't manipulate Dutch, he played with his ego and Dutch decided to trust Micah because he was the only one not defying his orders. He left his "son" die alone, after stealing Arthur's strength and being responsible for his TB, after Arthur said he didn't feel comfortable doing Strauss work for him.

Dutch is a narcissist and that's what his character is about. Arthur's last words about Dutch on his journal is literally "Did Dutch became like this after everything, or was he always like this and we didn't notice?".

I love Dutch as a character, because he was very well written and he is very charming. But stop babying problematic characters because they are your favorite...

(Also, let's not forget how he treated Abigail and the other women. How Micah acted around them and Dutch never said anything. How he and the Callander brothers were constantly racist -As Lenny and Charles said- and Dutch continued to allow this treatment.) Charles and the others see Dutch for who he is in the end. Are you forgetting how a young Indigenous boy was killed just for Dutch's sick plans to happen? Or how he killed Heidi, an innocent mother in cold blood?

I rest my case now.