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hi no reference john marston i love u 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

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i replicated charles’ necklace for myself :)

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is it controversial to say that the vandermorgan ship isn’t that unusual? i’m not saying it’s morally right (hell, 75% of the ships in this community are immoral and that’s kinda what makes them interesting). but it makes somewhat of sense. if this was a book i was reading and it was like father figure character with unhealthy relationships is into other character he is a father figure for i could find literary meaning in it, so it being a game doesn’t change that for me. also this isn’t canon of course but there is a weird weirdness between dutch and arthur regardless. he’s arthur’s “father figure” but even when things are “good” with the gang, i feel like we forget that they’re literally outlaws and dutch has encouraged arthur to kill without remorse. and regardless of the fact that they “have” to kill to get by, it still takes a toll and it still isn’t normal. i could go on about this but what im saying is i don’t think it’s that wild to headcanon that dutch and arthur have some messed up romantic or sexual feelings because everything is already messed up. and i personally don’t feel like it’s thematically incestuous because dutch isn’t really arthur’s father and half the time he doesn’t act like one anyways.

morally wrong ship? yes. first morally wrong ship in this community? no. do i encourage it? not really. but i don’t care if someone else does. it doesn’t necessarily make them a bad person.

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dutch van der linde try not to create unhealthy relationships with everyone challenge

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little sadie doodle!!

today was my first time studying human body anatomy. yes i have only been drawing portraits until today 😭😭 i am pleasantly surprised that my 3 hour gesture drawing crash out resulted in something good

now i will be incorporating anatomy sketches in my every day drawings and also moving on to try to make my style more refined! i’m not a huge fan of how i do eyes so i will probably work on that.

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was doodling and practicing all night and i drew so much i forgot what i drew and i saw this this morning and went hi hello handsome *cue eyes popping out of head, tongue rolling out of mouth, catcalling sound, etc

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hello dutch van der linde (i had a crash out trying to figure out facial proportions and he was NOT helping) (send tips bcs i have been trying to learn to draw but i only ever draw portraits and i can barely do that 😋) (im gonna cry)

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mary beth hair routine drop when bcs how does she keep her hair long AND healthy what

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high key want a winter coat like micah’s and it doesn’t even get that cold where i live 😋😋 like this past year was the first time it snowed in a couple years im not ok

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i feel like, if given the opportunity, john would unfortunately listen to nickelback

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why is epilogue micah kinda……

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have any of you played call of juarez 👁️👁️ im trying to cope with having played rdr2 and rdr and being sad that i know pretty much everything there is to know about the story. i just started coj and it seems interesting enough

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my baby (insert that one gif of the emoji wailing and sobbing and then disintegrating into dust)

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i know the rdr2 horses had a ton of work put behind their builds and animations but the rdr1 horses will always be more cunty like just search an image of them jumping it’s a 10/10 from me

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some of yall never read cormac mccarthy and it shows (if you like western fiction at all i guarantee you’ll like his work pls ask me for recommendations 🙏)

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Unveiled in Still Waters

Summary: while you're taking an impromptu swim in the lake at night, you're approached by a familiar acquaintance. Word count: 1626 Pairing: Micah Bell x f!reader Tags: fluff kind of?, reader is a little annoying, Micah is a little nicer than he truly is, skinny dipping, f!reader Warnings: nudity, that's about it I guess its pretty tame

an: hihi, little note. first of all, I really like the idea I came up with for this little piece, so I'll probably redo it with multiple rdr2 characters in the future! second of all, this is my first time posting my writing and I'm pretty inexperienced so don't mind any errors pls! thanks :)

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On a quiet and still night, you laid restless in your bedroll, unable to escape the stickiness of the humid air that filled your lungs and clung to your skin. It was hot out all day, but even in the dark evening, there was no relief. Your back and shoulders ached from the chores you did earlier. Groaning, you rolled onto your side and sat up, tucking the hair that had fallen from your braid behind your ear. You peeled the flap of your tent back, the sounds of crickets and frogs filling your ears. It was dark out, but the moon illuminated everything with a silver sheen, especially the lake that laid across from you. With a deep sigh, you pulled yourself up and began your walk towards the water. The fabric of your shirt stuck to you with each stride, eventually convincing you to begin unbuttoning it before you had even reached the shore. You found a spot behind a rock and some bushes to sit down and take your boots off, followed by the rest of your clothes. Quickly, you looked back to camp, and then at your surroundings, before slowly making your way into the cool water. The water immediately numbed your body. Although it was hot all day, and still warm in the evening, the water remained cool underneath the shade of many large trees. You swore you could cry from the relief that the chilly water gave you, alleviating your usual soreness and washing your skin from the sweet sweat and red dust that had covered you for what felt like ages. Tilting your head back, you soaked your hair with the fresh water, each strand falling from the braid, the weight of your wet hair making it difficult to lean forward again. You took a deep breath and rubbed your face clean with your hands. For a while, you simply enjoyed the relief from the unbearable humidity and heat. Until you heard the sound of footsteps behind you. You quickly dunked yourself down into the water, your eyes peering over the surface towards the sound. Your hands covered your chest, although the dark water already did a good job of protecting your dignity. At first you thought it was a stranger, but no. Up ahead was Micah. Your brow quickly furrowed. Did he follow me? you thought, staring him dead in the eyes. You stood up, hands still over your chest. Micah had a lot of people convinced that he was dangerous, but you didn't quite buy into it. You had seen how he behaved when Dutch put him in his place, and now you were watching him look towards the ground, shocked by the sight of your unclothed body. "What're you doin' out here?" Micah asked in a low, yet authoritative voice, as if he had caught you in the act. You grumbled.

"What does it look like?" you retorted. You wanted to continue bathing, or, rather, floating in the cool and comfortable lake. Micah impatiently scuffed his boot on the ground. "Well, come on. Get out and back to camp." he ordered, his gaze still low and avoidant. You scowled, your feet planted firmly in the slick mud beneath the water. If he wanted you out, the asshole would have to come get you himself. Turning around, you dipped yourself back into the water, briefly dunking your head underneath and pulling your hair out of your face. Micah's head turned back towards the sound of you washing yourself, his eyes no longer yielding to your unclothed figure. Seeing you blatantly ignore him frustrated him greatly- so, Micah hastily tossed his boots towards your things that you thought you had hidden. He took his shirt off, tossed it aside, and began after you. You turned to face him and before you knew it, he was reaching for your arm. You pulled away, thrashing in the water like an injured horse, and getting him soaked in the process. "Would you stop that?" he spat between splashes, the grin on your face fueling the fire that was his annoyance. He took a hold of your wrists, holding your arms down beneath the water and stopping you from wreaking more havoc. You slowly stopped struggling, Micah's grip on your wrists nearly cutting off blood flow, and you had only just realized that you were close to each other now- unusually close. You stared up at the man again, and he stared back now, his hold loosening. Your eyes expressed the quickly changing thoughts behind them, your brow furrowing and shifting with each second. Water dripped from your lashes, your hair messy and disheveled from the struggle. Micah brought his hand up to your face, slowly, as not to spook you, and tucked your hair behind your ear, his breathing slower and his body calming. You didn't pull away this time. The warmth of his body was comforting in contrast to the cold water. His hand lingered near your face, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek, and you felt your heart beating powerfully in your chest. You wanted to move closer, but you felt as if you couldn't, body numb with shock. Micah leaned forward, your faces incredibly close, breath clinging to each other's skin. His hand moved to your chest, feeling your heart pound a mile a minute, your breathing shaky. Your hands rose from the water and rested on his shoulders, standing on your toes to give Micah a soft kiss on his cheek. He let out a deep sigh, as if he had been holding it in. You smiled, watching his face turn some shade of red, noticeable even in the darkness. Micah sighed, clearly flustered, and asked, "will you just come back to camp now?" You gave him a cheeky smile in response, your hands finding their way back to his shoulders. "I would, I only need someone to carry me home." you whined defiantly. Micah scoffed, the glory of the moment being overshadowed by your stubbornness. He swiftly scooped you into his arms and lifted you out of the water. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders in attempts to cover yourself with his body as he carried you out of the lake. He gently placed you onto the rock near your clothes, his gaze dropping to avoid your bare body as he rummaged through your clothes. It was warm out, but the water had cooled you thoroughly and you began to shake a little, involuntarily. Micah saw the state of your clothes and groaned, snatching his own shirt and tossing it towards you. You didn't complain, but you weren't shameless- you couldn't take his shirt and leave him just as freezing as you were. "Micah, I can't, I have my own-" you argued, being cut off almost immediately. "Just take the shirt, girl. I can go back like this, you can't." he shot back, gesturing towards your chest. Your face flushed red as you gave in and slid your arms into his shirt, crossing your arms and covering most of your body. He looked back up at you as he stepped into his own boots.

"Thank you." you stated bluntly, meaning it genuinely but almost resenting that. Micah stared you in the eyes. "No need to thank me. Just bein' decent." It wasn’t something he did often. You sighed, arms wrapped around yourself in attempts to warm yourself again. Micah didn't see you getting off the rock any time soon, so he wrapped his arms around you again, sweeping you up. His eyes remained fixed on your tent as he strode towards it. When he reached the tent, he laid you down onto your bedroll gently and carefully, as if you would shatter should he make a sudden move. He hovered over you for a moment, and you stared up at him, and he just couldn't leave. You were still cold and he could get himself into trouble, he told himself, and he sat next to you. "You alright?" he asked, eyes fixed on yours. You nodded. "Jus' a little cold is all." you whispered in response, smiling. He gave you a small nod and an "alright" before he turned to leave, but you impulsively grabbed his wrist. "Don’t go." you pleaded, voice just above a whisper. It wasn’t something you planned on saying- hearing it come out of your mouth sounded strange, as if it wasn’t yourself actually speaking. But you didn’t have regrets.

Micah was not one to give in like this, but he stared at you for a moment before nodding and closing the flaps of the tent before sitting next to you again. You sat up, your weight on the palm of your hand firmly burrowed into the ground beneath you, bending towards him. Your hand reached up his arm again in a way that was beginning to become familiar as you leaned closer, giving him a conservative peck on the lips. Micah took the sides of your face in his hands, pushing his luck when he deepened the kiss. You complied, lips lingering near each other when you were done. Leaning back, you stared at him again. "You're driving me mad, woman." he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours before flopping down on his back. You followed, smiling, laying next to him.

"You’re still here, though." you tease, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

He looked over to you, ready to make a rude remark, but you were already drifting into sleep. Micah rolled onto his side, gently wrapping his arms around you, and falling asleep next to you like a stray dog brought in from the cold, more comfortable than he had been in a long time.

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*to preface this, i’ve been riding horses since i was 5

i think part of the reason i like john so much is that when i played rdr (before i got my hands on rdr2) i noticed that sometimes when you sprint on your horse he says “cmon” and i was like wait a minute. IIIII do that. so yeah just a little funny to me that we both think “cmon” is the magic faster word.