#rdr headcanons

[garfieldblunt]

Okay but the Van der Linde Gang playing Uno while drunk would be more than just funny.

Sean is yelling in his thick Irish accent

Javier is shouting at Sean in Spanish

The two of them think they are speaking the same language

Arthur is quietly placing down a card and keeps saying “Uno” after he places a card

Bill is upset because he never has the right color

Kieran is sitting there with 30 cards in his hands

John doesn’t know how to play and is trying to play poker with his cards (doesn’t know how to play poker either)

Dutch keeps telling himself he has a plan to get rid of his cards

Micah some how has nothing but uno reverse cards

Charles won a long time ago but everyone was too drunk to notice

Hosea is sipping his red wine and watching the chaos

I just think this is exactly how it would play out.

[fragolanervegas]

John Marston at the age of 12-17 was the most chronic liar for no reason, nobody can convince me otherwise. Arthur would ask him what he had for breakfast and he'd just make something up for no reason, lying just for the sake of it. He's also came up with the worst, least believable lies. "What'd you do today, John?" "I fought 30 bears and won" and he just sat at camp all day, picking his nose. He says it fully confidently though.

[reddeadclown]

Random RDR Headcanon 1:

Micah Bell is not a man, but 67 evil rats in a trench coat

[asexualkieranduffy]

Sean: SASDFGASDN

Kieran: What is that?

Lenny: It's a keyboard smash

Kieran: How do I do It?

Lenny: Just press something lol

Kieran: 7

[tempting-andromeda]

we need a part 2 to Adult!Jack Marston hcs!!! :3

no worries if your not up for it, no pressure! <3

JACKIE

Jack Marston headcanons pt. 2

Chews and picks at his nails

And fiddled with the collars of his shirt

He has the dopest drunken grin

His eyes are half lidded and he looks so happy

But he’s just glad someone’s humoring him

Cannot cook for shit

Does not fall in love easily

Meeting him for the first time is definitely meeting a scrappy dog on the street

Eats with his hands a lot

Leans in when he talks to certain people

Like if he’s talking to you it starts with him sitting in a slouch but now he’s leaning over to hear you better

Says “what” even when he heard you

Always snifflin

Cannot stand the cold

He’s genuinely a sappy individual

And I think he has a stupid “huh huh huh” type of laugh

Stares off a lot

Especially when he’s drinking by himself

He gets into depressive episodes super easily

Cannot dance for the life of him butt I imagine his signature move is just an awkward finger gun movement

No part of this man can handle a casual relationship

He’s prepared for devotion!

[coyoteandthecowboy]

comforting you after a rough day or two - rdr2 ladies (+ jack)

abigail 

she doesn’t let you sit down and cry about it, or mope in your feelings for too long— it’s not exactly tough love, but she isn’t as gentle as she could be either

of course, it is all with the best of intentions; she’s just trying her best to pick you up and dust you off, and if that means that she has to drag you onto your feet so that she can take you to a wash basin and wipe your face, then she will 

she’s all soft touches— brushing your hair back behind your ear, pressing a fierce kiss to your forehead, holding your hand— whatever it is that’s going to have you feeling better

“oh c’mon hon, don’t cry. you’re strong, and beautiful, and brave, and someone who can’t see that has earned themselves a kick in the teeth. even if that someone is you.“ 

if physical affection isn’t really your thing, she’s also really good at playing guard dog and keeping the others away from your tent. if looks could kill, the rest of the gang would probably be dead, minus jack

speaking of jack: he’s doing his best too. that chocolate bar in pearson’s wagon that he’s been eyeing ever since arthur brought it home? he’s running over to shove it into your hands, mumbling something about how he hopes you aren’t too sad and then taking off again

grimshaw

she’s one of the first people in camp to notice you’re missing, if only to make sure that you aren’t dead in a ditch after a job or trying to get out of your tasks. she’s very similar to hosea in that she doesn’t like layabouts

she’s more than ready to get after you about avoiding the washing when she finds you crying behind one of the wagons. you hadn’t wanted anyone to find you, which was why you hid there, but she has a talent for sniffing you out

she’s really blunt about it initially, partially because it’s how she herself was raised, but also because she isn’t quite sure what to do. even if her words are meant to be comforting, they aren’t, at least not initially— “there ain’t nothin’ on this earth worth being this upset over, y’hear? other folk have it a lot worse than we do.”

it isn’t until that inevitably ends up making you cry harder that she realizes her current approach isn’t working, gathers you up in a hug and apologizes without words. she might not be the best at handling a delicate situation, but her heart’s in the right place

in the end, she decides to give you the rest of the day off, and the next for good measure. gets you a handkerchief or two, a cup of coffee or tea, whichever you prefer, and then draws the curtains to your tent closed and tells you to lay down, at least for a little while

if anyone else says a single word about it, or complains about picking up the slack, she’ll shut that down right quick. she feels terrible about hurting your feelings, even if unintentional, and she isn’t about to let anyone else do the same

karen

karen isn’t much for talking about her own feelings when she’s drunk, let alone sober, but she’s a good listener. she’ll happily sit there while you cry your eyes out, or rant on about whatever it is that’s eating at you. the advice she offers isn’t always sound, or asked for, but she’s trying her best 

just because she turns to alcohol doesn’t mean that she’ll let you follow the same self destructive tendencies. after a few beers, she’ll make you drink a tin cup or two of water, or if you’re about to finish going through the pack of smokes, she’ll mention that that’s likely enough

“i think it’s time we take a break, don’t you? i mean, all that tobacco’s gotta be makin’ you hungry, and you ain’t eaten in a while. ‘sides, you’ll probably feel better after a bowl of stew. might be bland, or overseasoned, but it’s better than nothin’.”

for the most part though, her talent lies in distracting you. after you’ve explained the gist of your feelings, she’ll typically launch into a similar experience that she had once, which she’ll retell complete with voices and grand hand gestures in her best attempt to make you laugh

these subtle jokes and attempts at cheering you up will persist for a while, too, until she’s got the sense that you’re actually starting to feel better; karen’s a lot more perceptive than people give her credit for, especially when it comes to those she cares about

she’s big on physical affection, and with permission she gives bone crushing embraces that are enough to block the rest of the world out for a little while. hugging is definitely her favourite, and if you ask her to hold you for a while, she’ll be more than happy to oblige

mary-beth

when you come to her, she’ll offer you three different choices: getting it all out, talking things through with her, or offering her advice and her own experiences. if you just need somewhere quiet to sit for a while, she’s more than happy to scoot over on the blanket and offer you that too, but she’ll be vibrating a little with pent up words

assuming you’re okay with her talking though, she’ll very happily fill the air between you for a while, just with her own chatter, or with a passage from one of her books. this will also be accompanied by the option to rest your head in her lap or on her shoulder while you listen, and assuming that she’s reading to you, she’ll play with your hair with one hand, only lifting it up to turn pages, and hold the book in the other 

she won’t necessarily wax poetic about you, but she will tell you that she admires your strength and your heart. words of affirmation are very important to her, as are gifts, so little notes and letters of love and encouragement? those might start popping up from time to time too

“it’s hard to see you hurtin’ like this, y’know.. you’re a good person. a good friend. and me n’ most of the people in this camp think the world of you. you’re good, and kind, and funny, and.. i wish you could see half of what i do.”

it’s not much in her humble opinion, but she’ll pick flowers from the surrounding area for you and leave them next to your bed. she’s a massive floriography buff, and so she takes the time to make sure that she’s picked blooms with the proper meanings and nuances. even if you have no idea what they symbolize, it’s important to her that the bundle has the right sentiments

assuming that she’s able to convince dutch to let you two go into town, she’ll wander around with you window shopping and just spending time together. she’ll make up fake names for you, fake identities, make it a whole ridiculous charade. at the end of the day her main priority is making sure that you smile again. she misses your smile

molly

when she approaches you, it definitely takes a while for her to actually get close. for the first few minutes, she’s very nonchalantly observing you from a distance, until she’s got a good gauge as to whether you should be left alone, or whether you might want a friend

if it’s the former, she’ll redirect the other gang members relatively easily, just by telling them that so-and-so asked for them, or that she needs help finding a certain item; she won’t outright say you’re not to be disturbed, considering most everyone is nosy, whether with good or bad intentions— she wants to make sure you get your peace and quiet

if it’s the latter, she’ll continue edging closer until she’s finally close enough that she can ask you if she can sit down at your side. after that, she lets you dictate the amount of conversation. if you need an ear, she listens. if you need advice, she’ll offer her two cents here and there. if you just need someone to sit with you in silence, she’s content with that as well 

it’ll take her a while to open up to you about her own feelings, but once the conversation’s started, she’ll warm up before long, and it’ll eventually steer towards more pleasant topics. it’s been a long time since she was able to truly connect with anybody, and even if this is only the budding beginning of a relationship, she makes her cultivation of it a priority. she doesn’t want you to feel alone

“i know we aren’t close, but when i saw you sittin’ alone at the edge of camp, it made my heart ache a little. i.. i know how it feels to be so alone, even when you’re surrounded by people who care for you, or are supposed to care for you. so.. i guess i’m just here to remind you that you don’t have to handle this by yourself.”

she ends up encouraging you to try your hand at poetry considering it always helps her, and when you come back a few days later with a handful of verses for her to read, she’s practically glowing with pride

sadie

she knows how it is to feel like your world is caving in, and while she doesn’t exactly understand your specific situation because she isn’t in your shoes, she’s got a pretty good idea. depending on what you need, she’ll be more than happy to offer it

she’ll go out on jobs with you if only to make sure that you don’t get into more trouble than you can handle, as well as to help take your mind off of things during the trip out and the trip home. she’ll also offer up different bounties and other activities if it’s clear you don’t wanna stew in your own feelings

if she has the chance, she’ll make one of your favourite dishes, or try. it doesn’t always turn out super well. sadie can cook a mean steak dinner but couldn’t offer anything resembling cake even if with the best kitchen of the 1890s at her disposal (it’s because she treats recipes like a suggestion, as opposed to something you should follow)

“stop laughin’, i know it looks dumb, but i tried, okay? we don’t have a stove, or a proper oven, so it’s ended up a little bit- wonky, but— shut up! it’s not that funny you asshole, i did this for you!”

even if she’s teasing and picking on you to an extent, she makes sure to keep it good-natured and not to pick on anything that’ll make you upset. the other gang members however.. let’s just say that she’ll bully pearson to high heaven just to hear you snort in response

it might not always be super obvious, but she’ll tail you around camp to an extent just to make sure that you’re okay. sitting with you at the campfire, keeping an eye on you while you take a smoke break at the edge of camp. she’s not going to hover, she’s not your mother. but she does worry

tilly

tilly won’t make a big fuss over it or necessarily confront you directly— both because she personally prefers to process her troubles alone until she’s ready to seek someone out, and because she doesn’t want to invade your privacy 

as such, unless you ask for her company, she’ll spend her time doing smaller things instead in an attempt to make your life a little easier, whether that’s picking up some of the odd jobs around camp or finding someone to go in your stead for jobs, offering herself up if need be

“i just wanted to let you know that the washing is done and it’s hanging out back, the dishes are all clean too. and i know that you were goin’ to go out on that coach robbin’ job today, but i don’t mind lendin’ a hand. so.. you take a little while to yourself, okay?”

if you actually seek her out though, she’s more than happy to offer one of those little makeshift therapy sessions on the crates behind the wagons, or take a walk around the area to enjoy the weather and look at the wildlife

sometimes though, she understands that you just want quiet, and so she’ll idly flip through one of mary-beth’s books, just to spend time in the same spot as you and share the same air. she knows it isn’t much, but 

because of mary-beth she knows a decent amount about floriography, but she doesn’t really care for the full on meanings the same. at the same time though, she’ll also be very clear if she’s offering wildflowers or any other kind of bouquet that it doesn’t secretly reflect her feelings towards you, she just picked them because she thought they looked nice

(feel free to ask for more!! the version with the boys should be coming out relatively soon)

[thisisntmybedroom]

headcanon

Arthur Morgan would listen to Chris Cornell. You cannot change my mind.

Examples:

Nearly forgot my broken heart

Murderer of Blue Skies

Seasons

Sunshower

in order from Mary leaving him to getting over her, then loving Charles and not knowing exactly what to do with it until he and Charles just await the rainy days.

[mysadcorner]

On christmas holidays from uni rn, so lots of posts to come!!! Send all those requests in within the rules!

Especially Arthur Morgan. I’ve replayed rdr2 again and I’ve never got over him. Even his voice actor if wanted

[trappers-cloak]

Introducing: Diana Wegner (RDR2 OC)

My new OC Diana has burst onto the scene so here ya go

Diana (29 yo) was the wife of 60 yo Eugene Wegner, the owner of Emerald Ranch

she was married off to him by her wealthy parents after not finding a husband in her conservative hometown due to her disruptive nature

her stepdaughter is Miriam Wegner, the girl in the window at Emerald Ranch

Miriam's lover (Joshua Burgess) and JB Cripps taught both Miriam and Diana how to shoot in secret

Miriam did NOT like Diana at first due to typical you're-not-my-mother angst and grief over her birth mother

Diana is a bold woman, and an educated one.

she is an okay shot, but wants to learn how to use many different weapons since it was never allowed.

her favorite gun is the lancaster repeater, and I HC that she uses the Collector Variant from RDO

to make up for her subpar aim, she learns to make explosive bullets and poisoned arrows.

she is an avid reader, similar to Mary Beth, and holds romantic and fantastical ideals at her heart despite being a bit jaded

her animal representation is a red fox (like Arthur's is a whitetail buck, John's is a wolf, yk)

She has a border collie named Pluto

her main job at Emerald Ranch is to take the sheep out - shes the shepard

more to come :)

totally not writing these posts instead of writing the actual fic

[12timetraveler]

You know the scene in A Christmas Story where Ralphie is imagining protecting his family with his bb gun?

That's what John imagined with his first heist. Including "Oh he's a dead-eye, ain't 'e?" From Dutch.

[simonrillleyyysss]

hii! i remember a while ago you wrote a little thing with simon x reader! it was when he found out she had a little teddy with tactical gear like simons on and he said something funny like “do you ever hump it?” and shes like “ewww no!” now im wondering how he would react if he did catch her doing that🤭 would you maybe write something like that?! i loveee ur writing btw!🫶

OHH! THE THRILL HE WOULD GET!! and tysm 🤲💞

the house was quiet as you ground along the stuffed bears fur, whining and softly gasping beneath your breath—nails digging into the aged wood of the headboard; pillows stuffed behind it to silence the creaking!!

you were so horny, n’ simon was busy filing paperwork downstairs—so your next best option? simon bear! your slick cunt rubbing against the soft plush of the teddy, orgasm bearing before the door creaked open, simon peering at you.

‘i knew it.’

‘wait—siiimmonnn!’

you were so humiliated!! lifting yourself from the bear—only to be shoved down onto the bed as he spat on your bare skin, squishing your cheeks together softly, looking down at your dumb; dolllike expression!!

‘ya’ could just use me to get off.’

‘i did—the bears you—‘

‘my thigh.’

took you a moment to process it—but before long you were grinding against his clothed thigh, his grey joggers wet with your arousal, soft begs and moans coming from your mouth, his mouth latched onto ur pretty tit<33

‘don’t need no stupid bear.’

[garfieldblunt]

How Many Shots do I need to Kiss the VDL gang members?

Arthur - 1 for confidence

Kieran - sober, hand him over

Lenny - 2 so we can cheers

Micah - I need to be Alcohol Poisoned to look in his direction

Dutch - 5 He needs to convince me though

Javier - Sober, Maybe 1 for encouragement

Abigail - 1 for confidence, she’s really pretty :)

Bill - I need to be family guy death posing before I think about kissing him

Pearson - 3 I feel like he would be a gentle kisser

Tilly - 2 I would still probably be nervous though

Molly - Sober, baby please I can treat you better I promise just give me a chance

John - 4 he looks like he would kiss me while he still had food on his lips :(

Mary Beth - 2 she definitely learned how to kiss from reading romance novels

Grimshaw - I don’t think she would let me :(

Uncle - no. :( I’m not kissing PeePaw

Hosea - 4 I’m kissing PawPee

Karen - 2 but I don’t have a Maguire Junior for her :(

Sean - 7 He’s going to show me his Maguire Junior :(

Charles - 2 for confidence

[isopodcowboy]

I just know that Charles and Arthur would both be the most dry texters ever

[reddeadclown]

Javier Escuella Fluff HCs

GN! Reader

Requested: Yes!

TW: none, unless lovingly teasing counts.

•He seems like the kind of dude that would be really tense when cuddling at first but then very slowly grow into it

•I can only imagine he’s like a human space heater too 😩

•He’ll teach you guitar, he’d have a smile on his face the whole time too!

•Literally loves cats. I don’t know where I got this idea but I think he’d scream like a little girl whenever he sees a cat

•So one year for his birthday you bought him a cat, it worked pretty well!

•He didn’t quite know what to name it… so he just named it Gato 

•He loves buying you fancy things whenever he can, he likes the smile on your face :)

•If you play an instrument, that’s great! He’ll jam with you!

•But even if you don’t, he’ll still try to serenade you with love songs in his native language

•Javier will try to teach you Spanish (if you don’t already know it), but if you struggle to learn, he’ll lovingly tease you about it

•He seems like the guy that wants to be singed to sleep 

•Just sing him a lil song while he falls asleep and my guy will MELT 

•He doesn’t smile much but when he does he looks like a little kid. I MEAN HAVE YOU SEEN THIS RDR1 PICTURE: 

THAT IS LITERALLY MY KINDERGARTEN PHOTO (btw that’s not the original image I just brightened it a little bc it was super dark)

•But regardless of his goofy goober smile, he’s just trying his best to be a good boyfriend and quite frankly is succeeding 

[ethernights]

Arthur Morgan Headcanons :3

he’s a killer no he’s my little pookie bear (gn! reader)

I feel like he’s super domestic - that one of his favourite things in the world is just to be at camp with you

Not even doing anything particular he just loves being around you while being safe and comfortable in camp

He most definitely loves cuddles in the mornings. He roles over in the morning and takes in your sleeping form, slowly and tentatively he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him planting soft little kisses and with his large hands tracing the lines of your back.

“Mornin’ sweetheart” he says as you stir with that handsome goofy smile he never does as often as you’d like.

You plant a soft, lazy kiss on his lips “Morning handsome”. He opens his mouth to object but you shush him and settle down into his arms.

“I don’t want to get up” you mumble into his chest. He lets out a hearty chuckle, “do ya’ want Miss Grimshaw to beat you up?”

You laugh too, “No, but i want to just say here a little longer”

“Me too love. Just a little while longer ok?”

He’s so gentle towards you, not because he thinks you’re fragile but because he’s so afraid of hurting not just you but everyone he cares about.

Is always sketching you, wether you’re looking or not. Even before you got together, he’d have just pages dedicated to you (not in the creepy way) doing the hundreds of different things you do each day.

Pretty sketches of you picking flowers with Jack, with said flowers in your hair, chopping vegetables with Pearson, carrying in kindling from the forest and cutting wood. Anything really - it’s the only drawings that he really loves to look back on, especially when he’s away from camp and missing you.

With your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, you wipe the thin sheen of sweat from your forehead after chopping up some wood for camp - you spot Arthur sitting on his bed, nose in his journal sketching away. When his looks up, his pretty blue eyes meet yours- he adverts his gaze and shoves his nose back into his journal with a blush spreading over his cheeks and nose.

When he sees you walking over to him, he (not very discreetly) closes his journal and places it beside him as you sit next to him.

“What you drawing cowboy?” you smile, noticing the redness of his cheeks.

“I uh, jus’ pretty things i seen” he says avoiding your gaze.

“Can i see?” you ask as he looks a little hesitant.

“I guess-“ He says opening up his journal to his recent page.

You read your name scribbled atop of the page in his pretty cursive writing, however the charcoal drawing of you drawing the axe down into the wood makes you blush a little. The other sketches of your face and side profile make you smile - you admire the scratches of the charcoal against the page, how he captures the high points and the low points of your face.

“These are beautiful Arthur” You say, amazed with his talent.

Instinctively he goes to say some self-depreciating comment, not used to accepting praise but he sees your wide eyes and large smile. “Thank you sweetheart”

He also really likes riding with you on the same horse, in-front or behind him he doesn’t care. He loves the way you wrap your arms around him and hold onto his gun belt. Or way that you lean back into his chest while he has one hand on the reins and the other resting atop your thigh or his arm wrapped around your stomach.

Overall i think he loves physical affection - giving and receiving, it’s definitely his love language. Just holding you and admiring you is his personal definition of heaven. PDA is definitely not his thing though, he much prefers the privacy of his tent or the quietness and peace of the wilderness even if it doesn’t last long while the two of you are there.

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

One of my headcanons is that the VDL gang found Branwen out in the mountains while they were still in Colter. They didn’t remembered where they saw this horse before but they keep him because they can’t let a horse die in their presence + they could sell it later.

Kieran didn’t say a word when they brought Branwen in, stifling his surprise seeing his horse again. He wouldn’t reveal it in fear of the VDL using Branwen as a bargaining chip. Having Branwen in the stables with him helped Kieran feel better, just a little.

They brought Branwen with them to Horseshoe Overlook and it’s by sheer luck the horse wasn’t sold before Kieran was untied. The gang kind of shrugged and sighed when they realized Branwen was Kieran’s all along. When the suggestion of selling Branwen diffused through camp, Kieran put up enough of a kerfuffle to end that debate. Kieran was only allowed to keep Branwen if he were to never ride him out of camp unless supervised. (They also gave Kieran the shittiest tack they had so even if he DID run away, it would be a pain for Kieran and Branwen to travel long distances).