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hellonoblesky · 1 month

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Gay people will be like “Yeah I think this character is cool :)” and then two seconds later are fighting the urge to write an essay on guilt as a tool of punishment unwittingly turned on the self

#This is about Dutch van der Linde btw #Turtledove yells into the abyss

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fefflerone · 4 months

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This now concludes my dumping of all the art I made while playing rdr2 last year. I am currently playing rdr1 for the first time tho soo maybe there’s something coming there who knows (I don’t)

#those weird character sheets i did of dutch and josiah single-handedly taught me how to accurately draw off photos btw #and by god was i insane about josiah #i literally started crying when i saw him once #he didn’t even do anything he was just #standing there #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 fanart #dutch van der linde #josiah trelawny #fanart #my art

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lowwqualityyblog · 10 months

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unfinished rdr2 art i could write an essay about in my drafts that im showing 2 the red dead redemptioners

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #my art #dutch van der linde #arthur morgan #john marston #sadie adler #<- barely #song is ‘there isnt any god’ by rusty cage btw #would the masses like the rant about why i chose every (question mark)?

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photo1030 · 2 years

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Leather and Lace - Chapter 4: The Job Offer

Summary: You get an offer for an honest job outside of the gang, making Arthur begin to confront his feelings for you.

Warnings: None

*This perfect image does not belong to me. This is comes from @honeybbqsauce (alot of great stuff on their board, btw - check ‘em out!)

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"Do we have everything?" Abigail asks as she looks through the crates in the back of the small wagon. "Yeah, I think so," you reply, looking over the scrap of paper that Ms. Grimshaw and Mr. Pearson had given the two of you. Your task of the day is to make the supply run into the local town. Normally, at least one of the men would be escorting the women of the gang into town for safety reasons, especially when arriving in a new one. But they have all been rather "active" lately, and Dutch has insisted that everyone all lay low and quiet for awhile until things settle. The Van Der Linde gang has recently relocated to the area after raising awareness with the local law outside of Rock Springs where you were before, and, hit several opportunities along the way to get here, too. Now settling just outside of the burgeoning town of Silverton, everyone was looking forward to getting a good lay of the land and to see what opportunities lay ahead. But Dutch wants to be sure that the gang was not followed on the way here. So before you all start in a new town, the gang needs to let the dust settle from the last exodus and discreetly scope out the new canvas.

You look up from the paper in your hands and glance about the new town. The late morning sun is hiding in and out of clouds, draping the buildings in passing dark shadows. The community looks a bit cleaner and more pleasant than where you were before. Its a bit larger than the last one, and no doubt filled with more opportunities, too. It's not too large and overwhelming, yet busy enough for some proper commerce and trade. This area of the country is developing fast. More and more people are migrating West, and bringing their money and assets with them. You remember the conversation between Dutch and Arthur the other day as they were settled about the fire making plans. While Dutch is certainly looking for his "place of freedom", he does like his comforts, and the sights of these unsuspecting marks with their nicer clothes and unabashed display of their money in this new area makes Dutch keen to immerse his fingers in it. Arthur, on the other hand, would steer clear of a larger town like this if he could. The quieter, the better for Arthur. While the larger towns offer more marks and opportunities for "jobs", he is not what one would call a "people person". You chuckle to yourself as you think on how Arthur's best friend in the world is probably that damn horse of his. You and Abigail take note of some of the buildings and establishments, making sure to let Arthur, Dutch, and Hosea know of some interesting subjects you've noticed for later scouting.

Just as you are about to turn back to the wagon, you do a double-take as your eye catches the sign hanging above one of the buildings. "Dr. Marcuson, M.D." it reads. You hesitate for a moment, thinking. You've done a good job with the gang over the last few months, getting a medical tent setup and stocked, keeping up with ever-coming injuries that come with this "line of work". However, you had a bit of a scare a few weeks ago when Javier's arm became infected from a knife wound in a bar fight. While you did your best to keep the wound clean and applied tinctures to help it heal, for whatever reason the gash just wouldn't heal properly and eventually became infected. You finally managed to get the wound under control, but the whole situation left you unsettled, more so than even Javier, and it was his arm. The reality hit you then of just how serious some of these injuries could be, and when living out in the woods like you do, the access to proper medicine is very limited.

"Hold up a second, Abigail. I'll be right back," you say and you walk yourself across the street, heading over to the doctor's office before she can even look up from securing the ropes on the back of the wagon and reply to you. When your feet hit the steps of the white-painted building, you pause to run your fingers over your hair and then straighten your shirt out a bit to make yourself presentable before pushing through the door. You cautiously step inside, your eyes sweeping over the room as you enter. It is a fairly large room, meant to be the waiting area. The windows are kept clean, allowing the intermittent sunlight from outside to pour through and dance along the floorboards. A desk sits off to the right, but the chair is empty. No one is here at the moment, so the room is quiet, with the exception of the bell that rang as you pushed open the door. Within a few moments, a gentleman comes out from a doorway in the back of the room, wiping his hands on a towel. "Can I help you, miss?" he asks. He looks to be about Dutch's age, relatively plump with earthy-brown hair that is slowly being peppered with grey. His spectacles sit upon his head, and he offers you a smile with eyes that crinkle with kindness. He is wearing an apron, so you assume that this is Dr. Marcuson.

"Um...maybe..." you reply hesitantly, not really sure where to begin, rubbing your hands together nervously as you stand just a few feet inside the doorway.

"Are you ill?" the man asks, a look of slight concern sitting upon his brow.

"No. No, nothing like that," you wave off reassuringly. "You are Dr. Marcuson, I assume, yes? I wanted to know if I could talk to you about some medical advice."

"Oh?"

"Yes. You see, I work with a group of ranchers and they are always coming in with some sort of ailment," you explain, looking over at Dr. Marcuson. "Anyway, I wanted to know if you could offer some advice on how to handle infections, especially when working outdoors. Maybe even advise me on where I can get my hands on some proper medicine and supplies to treat them."

The doctor eyes you up a little, clearly surprised to be asked for such information. Maybe its that he's not used to speaking to someone else with medical knowledge. Or, maybe its because its a woman asking. "Well, what sort of infections are we talking about, here?" he counters, digging a bit deeper into your request as he walks into the room a bit more, stepping closer to you to have a more in-depth conversation. You can see the curiosity of your inquiry on his face. You hesitate a moment, as you have to be careful on how you answer him. You can't give away any information that would indicate you or your group is involved in any "questionable" activities. "Well, the men are always catching themselves on the fencing and things like that. They're not exactly a "gentle" lot," you chuckle a bit. "The other day one of them cut himself pretty bad and I was keeping the wound clean and using a poultice to heal it, but I had to be very careful with it. I mixed a paste of echinacea and golden seal together, even a little honey in there. Seemed to do the trick, but it took awhile to do it. I was hoping to get ahold of some iodine, maybe? You know, for the next time?"

The doctor nods as he listens to you. "You know a thing or two about medicine, don't you?" he chuckles, clearly impressed. "Why don't you bring your friends in here? I could fix them up right quick with the proper tools at my disposal."

"Oh...well, yes that would be the proper thing to do," you answer in agreement, trying not to be too evasive. "But they are always so busy, moving the cattle from one place to another, out for days at a time and all. To be honest, I have a hard enough time getting them to bathe regularly, let alone go to the doctor," you joke. You smile internally to yourself, wondering how impressed Hosea would be with your little ruse right now.

"Yes, of course," Dr. Marcuson replies with a small laugh. "I can see how that would be a handful." His eyes look you over, as if having an inner discussion with himself, his arm crossed over his chest as he brings his other hand up, placing his forefinger over his mouth in thought. At one point, you start to get nervous, not sure if he's catching on that your lying or not. So you decide to cut your losses and move on out of there before you've overstayed your welcome. "You know what, nevermind. I don't want to take up any more of your time, sir. I best be on my way." You give him a big smile and turn to make your way out of the office before the doctor has time to become suspicious, but unfortunately, before you can garner the information that you came for to begin with. Once outside again, you sigh in disappointment before you begin to make your way back across the street to the wagon where Abigail is sitting with her chin in her hand, patiently waiting for you. Within a few minutes, you can hear the bell of the doctor's office door ring again behind you. "Miss! Wait!" the man calls out to you. You turn your head over your shoulder to see Dr. Marcuson with his hand in the air, waiving at you to get your attention as he starts to make his way over to you.

"What's this all about?" Abigail asks you, nodding to the man approaching you, wary that you're already calling attention to yourselves. "I don't know, not sure." you shrug.

"I didn't catch your name, Miss." says Dr. Marcuson with a smile as he gets closer to you.

"That’s because I didn’t offer it, you say coyly. You notice as he approaches, he is carrying a small box in his arms.

"Point taken," he says with a respectful nod. "Here." He reaches out and hands the box to you. Your confused eyes cast down at the contents of the box and see that he has given you one of his medical books and a few simple utensils, including the bottle of iodine that you asked about before. "Maybe you can use these. Sounds like you got your hands full at that ranch of yours." There is a knowing twinkle in his eye.

Looking down at the items in your hands, you are taken aback by his kind gesture. "I can’t accept these," you say, astonished, offering to return the coveted items.

"I insist," he says pushing the box back into your arms. "You know, I could use an extra set of hands in my office, and knowledgeable ones at that. Would you consider working for me?," Dr. Marcuson asks, his voice hopeful. "I could even see about getting you a room at the boarding house 'til you get settled, if you wish?"

"What?" you ask, caught off-guard. "Are...are you offering me a job?" you stammer, looking at him with wide eyes. Behind you, Abigail's face perks up at your apparent good-fortune, yet keeps quiet to see how you will answer.

"Yes. I am offering you a job," he confirms with a broad smile. The prospect of this new opportunity hits you like a ton of bricks. This could be your way out of the gang, actually. A legitimate job, an honest job. And, you could get a room in a boarding house and get out of the woods and out of a damp tent, with no more sleeping on the ground on a bedroll every night.

But, as wonderful as this offer sounds, your mind goes to the thought of leaving your new friends, and specifically Arthur. The thought of leaving the group itself is hard, but not seeing Arthur again, of all people, suddenly makes your chest heavy. Sure, the gang will be here for awhile, but they will eventually move on, and would move on without you if you take this job. You roll the pros and cons quickly in your mind as you stand there with the good doctor staring at you, anxiously awaiting your answer. But ultimately, you decide to stay where you are. "Thank you kindly for the offer, Dr. Marcuson, really. But I’m needed elsewhere at the moment." You respectfully decline, truly humbled by his offer.

"Fair enough," says the doctor, slightly disappointed, but nods all the same. "If you change your mind, you know where I'll be. Good luck to you, Miss." And he offers you a slight wave of good-bye as he walks away, heading back to his office. You stand next to the wagon with your hand resting on the sidewall of it, fingers drumming as you mull over Dr. Marcuson's proposition. "Y/N?" Abigail's voice breaks the silence. "Are you sure that was a good idea? I mean, a job working in town...with a doctor...?" Abigail questions. "Hmm? Oh...yes, I think its for the best," you say slowly, not really sure if you believe your own statement. "I owe you all so much for taking me in and helping me. I can't just up and take off on you all like that." "Well, if you're sure..." she says, not 100% convinced. But you offer her a reassuring smile, waving your hand to dismiss the whole subject. "Come on, let's get back. Everyone will be wondering where we'd gotten off to," you tell her as you climb into the wagon to sit next to her and start to head back to camp.

Later, you've returned to the new camp, which is still in the various stages of setup. You and Abigail bring the supplies over to Mr. Pearson and check in with Ms. Grimshaw. "So, how'd you get on?" asks Dutch, walking over to greet the two of you. He stands with his arms crossed over his chest, casually observing the contents of the crates that you have brought back, but he's more interested in a report of the town itself. "Fair enough," answers Abigail as she continues to unpack the crates, handing you the items to sort. "There's quite a few places there that seem ripe for the pickin'. Didn't see too much law walkin' around, but then again, it was quiet." "Good..." he murmurs, the wheels already turning in his head. "Hosea," he calls over to his old friend. "Maybe you and Arthur and me will head over there in the next day or two and see what's what." Hosea quietly nods in agreement from where he is sitting at a table next to Ms. Grimshaw, puffing away on his cigarette.

After getting the new supplies sorted and helping with setting up a few more things in camp, you are finally able to sit still for a moment. Sitting at one of the tables, you pull out the medical book that Dr. Marcuson gave you and thumb through the pages. It is a basic medical journal, but you already see things within the pages that either refresh your memory or offer knowledge you didn't have already. You are so drawn in by the contents of the book that you do not see Arthur making his way over to you, stalking menacingly as if he's already wound up over something, his face carrying an expression of exasperation.

He slams his palms down on the table of front of you, making you jump and let out a small yelp as he startles you half to death. He looms angrily over you, his face about a foot from yours. "Are you out of your ever-lovin’ mind?!" he shouts at you.

You blink rapidly, trying to collect yourself after such an abrupt shock. "I think I’m going to need a little more information before I can answer that for you," you reply coolly, innocently looking up from the book the doctor gave you and into his agitated face.

"You got an honest job, gettin' outta here, and you turn it down?!" His eyes are burning with anger right now as he confronts you on the subject.

"Damn it, Abigail", you mutter under your breath, casting your eyes away from him for a second before you proceed with your explanation. "Look, it just wasn’t the right thing for me, OK?" Your reply is dismissive, causing him to become even more annoyed by the second. His intense stare is making it hard for you to maintain eye-contact as you speak to him. You are certainly not afraid of him, by any means, but his disapproval is not something that sits well with you, either.

“Not the r-…." he stammers shaking his head in disbelief. "Wasn’t it a job in a doctor's office? What’s not right about it?!” he demands.

"I’m needed here. What’s wrong with that?" you counter, your own voice raising and becoming just as aggravated now at his judgmental tone.

"Oh, I’m sorry, I assumed you were the smart one around here! What the hell is the matter with you? Where is your head at?!" he shouts at you again.

"Excuse me?!" you shoot back, equally angry now.

"What the hell would your father say?!" Arthur lashes out, waiving a hand in annoyance at you. And its that last statement that finally pushes you over the edge.

"That’s not fair, Arthur," you scowl at him, the level of your voice coming down real low. "Don’t you dare use that against me," your tone almost threatening at this point. You stand up suddenly, clearly getting upset as your eyes begin to water despite the glare you are throwing at Arthur right now. "You know, I figured that you of all people would be happy that I’m staying." You hastily grab your book off the tabletop, cradling it up against your chest as if it were a shield, and turn in a huff, storming off towards your tent before he can see you cry out of sheer frustration.

The moment he sees how upset you are, Arthur freezes, a look of shock crossing his face as he instantly turns from anger at you to anger at himself. “Shit, (Y/N), wait I’m s…” he calls quickly after you, but it’s too late. You're already out of earshot and gone. He exhales profoundly, as he watches the last bit of flare of your hair bouncing before you disappear into your tent. “Damn idiot” he murmurs.

Arthur stands there, mentally beating himself up for losing his temper and making you so upset. "Great....just great...stupid ass" he mutters to himself. He berates himself for what an insensitive jackass he is. Slowly sitting down at the same table that you just vacated, Arthur stares off in the distance at your tent, thinking. If it were anyone else speaking to you like he just did, he'd have launched a fist into their face on your behalf. His internal rule is, 'No one makes (Y/N) cry'. Its his personal mission to protect you from any pain and anguish. Hell, he once destroyed a massive bee's nest because you happened to get too close to it to collect honey and got stung. Took out his shotgun and exploded the damn thing. Imagine, being mad at bees! But here is your opportunity to start your life over, the way you are supposed to, the way you talked about after you left Rosewood. If this is his opportunity to help you get something good for yourself, something that will keep you safe, safer than living on the run with a bunch of outlaws, Arthur doesn't want you to miss out on that. Then it dawns on him “What did she mean ‘me of all people’”? He thinks on that statement for a few moments and then Arthur realizes that he may be the one holding you back.

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After dinner, you are sitting by yourself in your med tent. Engrossed in the pages of your new book again, you tap your pencil to your lips, lightly chewing on the end before making notes in your own journal on something you've found. Arthur sits across the camp in his tent, watching you from his cot. He wonders what your lips feel like as his gaze follows that pencil. What would it be like to kiss them? To have them on his own skin? He shakes his head at his own nonsense. He ponders on what you've just given up and what you’ll face moving forward, now that you've resigned yourself to stay with a group of wanted criminals. But then again, what would he have done if you had said 'yes'?

As the evening starts to approach and the sun is setting for the day, Arthur approaches you as you stand in the med tent, taking inventory and putting things away. He hopes that leaving you alone for a few hours has given you both time to cool down from your argument earlier. “Hey you,” Arthur gives the peace offering first, using your usual greeting for each other, but you don't reply. You give him a sullen look before silently turning away from him to fold bandages. "Alright, look, I’m not going to apologize for being mad," Arthur says, trying not to use an authoritative tone with you. "It was never my intention to keep you here, (Y/N). I only brought you to our camp to keep you safe until you got something better for yourself after what happened in Rosewood." The memory of fleeing Rosewood and losing your father floods your mind again as Arthur brings up the subject.

You sigh silently to yourself as you remember what those men did to you, to your father. And of course, what Arthur did to them in return when he found you. But also, this makes you cringe inside. "'So he really doesn’t want me here, then?'" you think to yourself, dejected. Every time that you believe that you and Arthur may be getting closer, something happens that puts you in your place and makes you question everything. After your assault back in Rosewood, you've had a hard time getting close to anyone. Even though the Van Der Linde gang has been most gracious and opened their lives to you, you still have a hard time with any "deep connections" with anyone. Except with Arthur. He's always looked out for you since then, and if you are close to anyone, its him. There have been late night talks by the fire when everyone else has turned in for the evening and neither of you could sleep, and long rides out in the peace and quiet of the forests. In your heart, you think that you could be very well be falling for Arthur, even going so far as to dream of him of late. But apparently, you could leave tomorrow and it wouldn't even phase him, you think to yourself sadly.

"I am sorry for bringing up your father, though," Arthur continues, bringing your mind back to the present conversation. "That was a low-blow, shouldn't have thrown that in your face the way I did." Arthur pauses to see if you have any response, but there is none. "But I did have a point." he says firmly, still defending himself.

You do not reply to him at first. You still keep your back to him so he doesn’t see you tear up again, your hands aimlessly fumbling with the bandage material in front of you. “You’re right, Arthur. As usual,” you finally offer, turning slightly over your shoulder as you speak, your voice soft and defeated.

Seeing you upset again almost breaks Arthur's heart, especially when he's the cause of it. "Look, it ain’t like I don’t want you here, (Y/N). It’s just that you’re better than this." he says with a nonchalant wave of his arm, indicating the life that they all lead. Finally you've had enough and spin around to face him now. "How am I any different than Mary Beth or Tilly or Abigail?" you demand. Your eyes are fiery, eyebrows drawn in earnest. Arthur halts at your question, not sure how to answer you. He didn’t want to admit that its because he’s becoming sweet on you. For Arthur, the rest of them in the gang have been resigned to their fate, born to this life or lashed to it for one reason or another. But you, you have a chance to get out, to be better than this, better than all of it. For he is convinced that this is not the life that you are meant to have. But how does Arthur tell you this? How does Arthur admit these things to you without revealing his own feelings?

"I’m not a child, Arthur! You can’t protect me from everything," you say sharply. Now its your turn to be the one angry and annoyed.

"Oh, I can certainly try." He peers at you, cracking a smile at the corner of his lips in an effort to try to break the tension. "That's our deal, remember? You look after me and I'll look after you. In fact, I'm pretty sure that was your idea, wasn't it?"

You pause in your tantrum, eyeing him cautiously. "You’re ridiculous," you say, rolling your eyes, stubbornly trying to stay mad at him and not to smile in return as he reminds you of that conversation you two had from when you first joined them.

"C'mon, now..." Arthur says in his best attempt at a comforting tone as he leans onto your high-top table, arms folded under his chest. "I can't have you goin' 'round being mad at me."

You stand with your arms crossed in defiance, your eyes briefly fixated on the tips of his boots to avoid his gaze. "I can make my own decisions, Arthur," you finally answer him, lifting your head to look directly at him now. "You need to get that through your head and accept it," you push.

"I know, I know," he nods. "I'm just not used to lookin' after anybody is all" he admits.

"Arthur, you look after everyone," you remind him.

"Yeah, but you're...different."

"How so?" you ask, starting to get annoyed once more, afraid he's going to start mothering you again, but oblivious to the implication of his statement.

Arthur pauses as he looks into your face. Your beautiful (e/c) eyes draw him in, catching him like an animal trap. This could be a pivotal point. He could tell you how he feels about you, how he really feels. But is that the smart thing to do? Would he be acting selfishly by revealing this piece of his cold heart to you, knowing that your connection to him could spell disaster for you in the future? Arthur Morgan is not just an outlaw. He's the outlaw. And he fears that deep down, he may care for you too much to condemn you to such a life as this. Arthur is still not exactly sure what the full nature of his feelings for you are, but he knows enough that he is torn between what he wants and what he knows is best.

"Arthur?" you nudge, noticing that he is lost in his own head, but still waiting for him to answer you. Arthur snaps out of his thoughts.

"Look, I don't want this to be a big thing," he says, standing up straight again from the table where he was leaning. "Take the job, don't take the job. Whatever you want to do. Just...let's not fight about it anymore, alright?" Arthur offers you this truce, his eyes softening with an almost pleading look to them. Its an effort made by him which you gratefully accept. "OK," you reply gently, nodding in agreement. This seems to placate Arthur for now, as he purses his lips together in thought for a brief moment before mumbling an "Alright, then."

After a few moments of awkward silence, you bite your bottom lip softly as you fidget, trying to find the words to say next. "Thank you, Arthur."

"For what?"

"For giving a damn." And you give him the small, appreciative smile that puts his mind at ease, knowing things are set to right once again between the two of you.

"Yeah, well..." he murmurs sheepishly.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x f!reader #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic

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nekioka · 1 year

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Seven is a lucky number - 2/5

(Ramblings under the cut.)

Unlike in my doodle comics I decided to have Mr. House have only one expression, the one he has in-game. Let's see if it works! Of course I can "cheat" a bit, for example I can emphasize some part of the expression or I can obscure parts of it to make it appear to be different expression, etc.

This chunk of the story is based on these lines by Benny:

Said we'd been selected. Vegas needed us to defend it. In exchange, we'd get cushy digs, full stomachs, medical treatment.

Everything a nomad never gets, in other words. Most of the tribe thought we should say no. I thought it was the best idea ever.

Line about House taking "only" half of the profits is inspired by a street vendor on the Strip. This is what she says:

To vend anything here on the Strip, you got to register with one of those police robots and sign a franchisee agreement.

At the end of each day, you keep half of what you made. The rest, you hand over to those bots - and they know if you're cheating.

Firstly, I did it because it amused me. Secondly, I think it shows that at this point Benny is very naive about business dealings. If I ever make a sequel to this comic at some point Benny will probably complain about how unfair this deal actually was.

Btw, most background Boot Riders are truly just random designs but some are characters from other stories. For example:

Dutch van der Linde from Red Dead Redemption.

Hlaalu Helseth from The Elder Scrolls series.

It's fun to do things like this! Mostly for myself but also for keen-eyed viewers. Keep your eyes peeled for more in coming pages!

#fallout new vegas #fallout #fnv #benny fnv #benny fallout #benny gecko #mr house #robert edwin house #robert house #Bingo the Boot Rider #And appearing on the background:#swank fnv #tommy torini #singer fnv #securitron

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@meowmeowriley asked to hear more about 4, 6, and 7 from my COD wip list (thank you very much btw) and my motto will always be 'ask and ye shall receive' so here we go!

4 Still Unnamed centaur AU: Alright so Price is the very proud owner of a centaur wildlife reserve which is a place that takes injured centaurs and fixes them up so they can be released again. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, König, and my OC Flower (pls ask me about him), are all centaurs who cannot be released into the wild due to various reasons and they act as like ambassadors, they even organise events to help raise centaur awareness (everyone especially adores the kids that come with school visits) but Shepard, who is a very high official in the wildlife reserve business, only sees centaurs as beasts and not like the intelligent beings they are. He tries to put Price out of business at every opportunity and is generally an all around dick. Yet nothing seems to work as support for centaur communities continues to blow up due to the team being adorable and in love together, i mean look at Ghost blushing as Soap tries to court him! It's adorable!

6 The Men In The Corner Booth: It's basically an outside view on the lads from the perspective of a gay bar and it's patrons. I love outsider POVs so i decided to make my own. It's mostly about the lads being disgustingly in love with each other while also being absolutely insane. Also features another of my OCs i call Timber. I don't have much yet but i still love it.

7 Wild Wild West: A RDR2 and COD crossover, i also love this one. The lads are a bounty hunter gang who mainly deal with the worst of the worst and are on the search for Graves who betrayed them, they find out Graves is working with these dudes called the Pinkertons and accidentally stumble upon the Van Der Linde Gang getting shot at and decide to intervene. They team up and join the camp as they search for Graves, in the meantime they show the Van Der Linde gang that things could be better mainly by just doing their own thing as they normally do. (AKA everyone does the chores and brings in money instead of relying on one dude to do it, i am a firm believer in letting Arthur rest. That poor man needs it) Ghost and Arthur bond, Hosea and Price bond over being dads, Price sets Dutch straight, they drive Micah crazy. Very fun. Also stars Flower because i love my boy.

Nobody asked for it, but i need to rant about my Star Wars COD crossover too, it's very self indulgent and full of my own headcanons so be warned. It's about Ghost and Soap being Mandalorian bounty hunters who just got married a week ago and still very deep in that honeymoon phase. They make a stop on Coruscant because they're out of the tea Ghost drinks and Ghost without his tea is a nightmare so they go get it even though Coruscant is a sensory nightmare (They are both force sensitive because the Force is very cool and force sensitive Mando's exist damnit) they find his tea, but also find a wee little baby Obi-Wan, freshly traumatized from Bandomeer, hiding in a alley because Obi had a panic attack while searching for his master at the markets. Ghost and Soap's Mandalorian instincts activate, Soap sees Obi is Stewjoni like him and gets even more protective. And well the marriage is really new but it's never too early to adopt right?

Baby Obi gets fed copious amounts of tea and cookies and gets adopted, but requests to get brought back to the Jedi temple because he does really want to be a Jedi and finish his education, Ghost is a bit pouty but they drop him off by the temple with a care package and a few dozen comm numbers to call if he ever gets in trouble or just wants to call his new family. And because Obi-Wan is the greatest danger magnet to have ever lived he will get in a lot of trouble lol.

Anyways, first post that is not a reblog i think, nice. I will always love questions about things i write or my OC's so please, if you're curious about something, ask away.

#Still don't understand how tags work but i guess i'll figure it out eventually

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shiieba-rot · 10 months

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The Not Yet Comprehensive Arthur Morgan Document

copied from google docs btw :3

So, we all know how much Dutch fucking sucks, right? However, are you aware of just the huge amount of damage this poor man did to Arthur? I mean we see it in real time, but only when we take a deeper dive can we really see how much that devil of a man corrupted and broke down Arthur.

Starting at the beginning, Arthur was around 15 when Dutch found him and was the third or fourth member of the Van Der Linde gang, along with the other members Dutch Van Der Linde (of course), Hosea Matthews, and Susan Grimshaw. Arthur soon was taken under Dutch's wing and became his right hand man, but more accurately, his errand boy. Dutch understood that Arthur was, and is, fiercely loyal, and immediately began to target that aspect of Arthur as his one way ticket, a means to an end. Throughout the game we can see Arthur begin to defy Dutch's orders, even if he knows he could never truly turn his back on him, at least not to the point of killing him. Arthur began to contribute to Dutch's downfall, even if Dutch didn't die until around 12 years later. When Arthur becomes even more sick, Dutch keeps pushing him to do more and more, eventually leading to Arthur being pushed so far that he collapses with no way to get up after his fight with Micah. At the end of this fight, however, we can still see just how loyal Arthur truly is. He looks up at Dutch and, in a broken voice, says “I gave you all I had.”. Even if we ignore the rest of the game completely, this small interaction between the two, including the semi heartbroken face Dutch seems to make in response to Arthur’s statement, shows just how close of a bond was severed by Dutch not seeing Arthur as a person, just a means to an end. Revisiting the point from earlier, everyone besides Sadie continues to push Arthur to his weakest. Whether this is from ill intent, looking at you Micah and Dutch, or from sheer unwillingness to accept Arthur is at his end, we will never truly know.

Arthur, during the entirety of this game, is constantly stretched out like a thread until he inevitably snaps. Also, can we talk about fucking Strauss???? If he didn’t also make Arthur his errand boy, Arthur wouldn’t have got fucking sick and he probably would’ve got money and ran away with Mary or Charles or someone! I mean seriously, do y’all even understand how if Strauss never was like “Arthur, dear boy, go beat up this old sick man for me, will ya?” then Mr. Downes would’ve never spit in Arthur's face, and Arthur would’ve never got his TB diagnosis, and we would’ve never had to watch the most heartbreaking scene as the in-game sun slowly rises. Sorry for breaking the “well spoken hoity toity” persona, but really! Can we all just agree that Strauss is the real one that indirectly/semi-directly caused Arthur’s TB????

Anyway!

I’ll probably be writing more about this poor wet cat of a man soon, because god bless his soul. He did not deserve any of what happened to him, honestly. I will forever be mad at Dutch and fucking MICAH that piece of scum.

#rdr2 posting #rdr2 arthur #i could write a whole essay on this #i cant help but hate dutch

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rebuketheviolent · 2 years

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"we're a family," local man has said, watching his adoptive son physically attack the rat bastard of the house

#txt #this post is about dutch van der linde btw #arthur's the son. micah is the rat bastard i hate him so much #but if my friend micah sees this it's not about him it's about a rat bastard cowboy

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countryfriedcatboy · 5 months

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rdr2 character hcs but they are all over the place

the reason hosea and dutch even met was because they were some town on the road to chicago and dutch kept stealing hoseas takes in the town so he went over there to steal all his shit and then. yknow the rest of the story. they hated eachother for a bit tho

dutch was the wildest fucking child to me. lil protestant shepherd boy in a farming community?? no he was horse racing, gambling on horse racing, drinking, smoking etc etc. also he would rather read in like a tree or smth rather than do his chores. also mother and son with bipolar 1 doesn't make the greatest concotion so theres just a lot to unpack there

also dutch's dad got him a dog as not only a working companion but someone to keep him company while he was away at war. guess what. he never came back

also dutch's dad was related to the dutch royal like. line or whatever and with all the economic shit going on he went over to the states to try and get with bankers and instead fell in love with a former english peasant. good for him

when dutch ran away (after his mom hit him with a lantern. my brain feels this is important) he made it to pittsburgh where he met the o'driscoll brothers who were the children of irish immigrants who ran with a ragtag gang of other street children and immigrants. also uncle was there

if it wasn't for dutch uncle would've been mugged, run over by a carriage, and shanked. and the way dutch kept getting him out of it was that uncle was his. well. "uncle" and he was just his concerned "nephew" uncle thought this was hillarious and refused to tell dutch his name because "uncle" was funnier to him

bessie is intersex AND transfemme fuck you. also her husband was abusive and she killed him and eventually ran into the van der linde gang when they were both on the run and then she fell in love with hosea and got to find true love :3 bc she deserves it

susan and the guy she mentions she was married too got married really young because they were sososoososo in love but then he died in a factory accident and she was widowed. she went on to travel out west and become a working woman and eventually a madam. because if fucking nothing that woman can MANAGE. eventually she meets dutch and they fool around and he tries to convince her to come with them. and while most of his points are bullshit she decides that some of them make sense and goes "fuck it"

yknow the rabbit matthews guy mentioned like. once? yeah thats hoseas dad and he came out of canada and a french canadian immigrant (where hosea gets the bit) with his brother (who goes on to get married and have a son). he is called rabbit matthews because of the rate at which this man fucks. it is wild. legend says he fathered 100 children in total. there is only six others beside hosea.

the matthews (hosea and his mother) live in the norhtern most points of the appalachias (new england area. makes it easier for him to get to nyc)

also hosea and his mother are jewish. so hes like. a french canadian jewish man.

hosea is wanted in new york for murder because when he finally got onto the stage his producer had beef with him. and then hosea pushed him down a flight of stairs and killed him. whoopsies

annabel was a working woman that started running with the o'driscolls and was kinda like colm's brothers lover?? sorta. and then when dutch came along again when he started working with them again they got together

colm and dutch were fucking btw. its just as bad as it sounds. so annabel and dutch were basically like. "wow ur bf sucks""yeah""we should get together btw"

young dutch van der linde hated church with a PASSION

also dutch and colm's brother got in the most fucked up fist fight over annabel and when dutch was about to get his fucking skull cracked arthur stepped in. got his ass beat. and THEN dutch got his act together. and unloaded a round into colm's brother. uncommon dutch w

thats,,, all i got that i can think of

#phase weeps #rdr2 headcanons #anyways im sorry these are all over the place but this. this is my truth man

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coldmorte · 3 years

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Hi there!! For the ask meme— 💌 Uncle, Reverend Swanson, Pearson (lololol) and a nice one— 💌 John, Charles, Lenny and because I’m cruel 💌 Micah, Cleet, Joe and I can’t NOT ask—> 💌 Guarma Dutch, union suit nightwear Dutch, Saint Denis bank job Dutch

Hello to you as well!

OKAY, THESE WERE ALL SOOOO DIFFICULT TO DECIDE ON, BUT I THOROUGHLY LOVED THEM. THANKS FOR THE CHALLENGE 😘😘

~ Fuck, Marry, Kill ~

Round 1 - Uncle, Reverend Swanson, and Pearson (good grief)

Fuck - Uncle

Marry - Reverend Swanson

Kill - Pearson

(I can only hope it’s over in less than a minute with Uncle and that it is EXTREMELY dark wherever we are. I don’t wanna see what’s happening. Also, I can manage to live with the cleaned up version of Swanson, but for Pearson? He’s a nice guy and all... but he can die lol 🤭)

Round 2 - John, Charles, and Lenny (nice, sure... but difficult)

Fuck - Lenny

Marry - Charles

Kill - John

(I feel like I just don’t know Lenny well enough - for shame, Rockstar - and Charles is just such a wholesome man. Tbh, John gets on my nerves too much. I’m sorry to make that choice, but goodbye, grease boy 😕)

Round 3 - Micah, Cleet, and Joe (YES, INDEED. YOU ARE CRUEL.)

Fuck - Joe

Marry - Cleet

Kill - Micah

(YIKES. I hope the Joe situation is the same as for Uncle... oh, my dignity. Also, Cleet didn’t seem too insufferable because at least he kind of had a conscience in the end. Micah, though? I feel as though I am legally obliged to put him in the kill category 😈)

Round 4 - Guarma Dutch, Nightwear Dutch, and Saint Denis Bank Job Dutch (Oof, if only the first two actions could apply to all three of them...)

Fuck - Guarma Dutch

Marry - Saint Denis Bank Job Dutch

Kill - Nightwear Dutch

(Damn, this one was TOUGH. But Nightwear Dutch is usually a little bitch to me, so he can go. Guarma Dutch is hot as hell, but I adore Saint Denis Dutch. He’s dressed so well, yet his fancy clothes are still stained and dirty before the mission even starts. That mix of opulence and contamination just fits his overall nature soooo well. I love it 😍😍)

Thank you again!!! Have a beautiful day, stay safe, and don’t lose faith!!! 💜

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