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If Dutch is fucking them he is calling them his girls idk shrug

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don’t even know what I posted or didn’t post so I dunno what to post I got so many like whats going on have y’all seen this one?

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omg I missed you 😭😭😭😭 are you back now??????

I MISSED YOU TOO ANON HI HELLO HI HOW ARE YOU and I didn’t really leave— needed to get over some stuff and now I have maybe I’ll post more but don’t trust me on anything im both studying and working and dying okay lol

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how do u interpret dutch and arthur’s relationship in your own head. i cant word things right, but i mean how you see them as a duo if that makes any sense lol

HELLO HI HOW ARE YOU? I think it makes sense? I get the gist of what you mean at least! tbh thats a hardddddddddd question like I’m here thinking 🤔 they are so much to each other— so many different things in so many different ways— saviour and protector and student and teacher and an older more wiser figure and his strongest right hand— his strongest soldier— his protector and enforcer— a strong moral character — a saint and martyr and a sort of mother and the one strong headed, solid, steady rock in the water that’s always clear headed— like!!!!!!! They are so much to each other they are so precious they are everything to each other they could go and pretend to not know each other— they are everything to each other— everything they exist and live for is in the other— Dutch’s morals are Arthur’s compass and Arthur’s actions are Dutch’s convictions and hdhdhdjfjnfnfnfnfnfnfnfjjf i am going insane that’s such a great question—

they are more than friends and more than family— they could never just be friends or just family— everything about them is too precious and important to the other for them to ever be casual— like i don’t even have wordsssss omg im like spinning in circles eating my own flesh they are too beautiful and too complex and too much for me to ever have words for them

that’s your savior— your teacher— your moral compass— your light— your guidance— your friend— your father— your brother— your mother— the reason you know to dot your I’s and the reason you believe you deserve better but he is also the reason you don’t believe you are worthy— you are his workhorse— his child— his eldest— his closest— closest in age and morals and conviction and bravery and integrity and sincerity— his muse and his compass and his ability to make a difference— when he was handicapped you were his enforcer— his message to the word— his prophet— his actual word— his fist— his son and brother but so much more than those words could ever relay and ah. I don’t even knowwww omg im going insane

also on the handicapped— i mean to say when Dutch becomes baseridden— towards the end of the game he cannot move away from the base to do what he wants because he is too well known as is evidenced by his saying ‘i can’t go— i’m asking (he was begging here) you— my face will be all over west Elizabeth’

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lord this man makes me sad the way he says it… he’s soooooooooo tragic

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going through old fanfics is so funny to me like you can really see what got me going the most

11 fucking fanfics of Arthur killing Bronte because he insulted Dutch and 5 different fanfics of Dutch fucking Arthur on Bronte’s dead body

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i always think about dutchs obsession with having people beside him— like he could have been a dictator he could’ve been like colm but he wanted friends and sons and siblings and he wanted people to laugh and celebrate with and then i think of him leaving his home at 15 after his father dies and he’s only with his mother and then i think about how he turns into what he would most hate but he can’t help it because he’s severely manic and paranoid and he’s slipping through his own grasp and his first son died by his hands and his second son came to kill him (you made me and now i have come to kill you)

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John exhaled slowly, watching the smoke from his cigarette coil into the damp air.

“You ever think about heaven, John?” Dutch’s voice was smooth, but there was something tired in it, something frayed at the edges.

John snorted, shaking his head. “Ain’t got much business thinking about things that ain’t for the likes of me.”

Dutch hummed, swirling the last of the whiskey in his glass. “You know, people like us… we weren’t made for heaven. No matter how much we yearn. We never had that choice.”

John looked at him. “What do you want, Dutch? Out of this?”

Dutch leaned in, the firelight flickering in his dark eyes. “Same thing I always wanted. Freedom. Choice. The right people to stand beside me.”

John felt the weight of those words settle over him like a noose.

“You still believe in all that?” John asked, voice quieter than he meant it to be.

And Dutch is quiet.

“You’re the closest thing to a god I’ve ever known,” John confesses, the words ripping out his lungs.

Dutch’s expression shifted, something dark and unreadable flickering across his face.

“And what would that make you, son?” Dutch murmured, tilting his head.

John licked his lips, flicking his cigarette into the dirt. “A monster, I reckon.”

Dutch reached out then, slow and deliberate, fingers tracing the scar along John’s jaw. “No, John,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Not a monster. A force. My fierce angel of death.”

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My god my lord please look at this woman look at her hhhhh fuck me I want you so bad pleaseeeee please give me one chance Mary please give me one chance just one please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

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Was listening to System Of A Down's "Chop Suey" and why the fuck does the final chorus work so well for Arthur & Dutch's relationship in the final mission of RDR2?

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"Look at you," he whispers. "My monster, come to find me."

And John looks at him. Stricken. Grief and pain. His stomach turns and Dutch’s eyes are crinkled in the corners. Remnants of warmth and pride in them.

His grip falters on his gun and the cold shatters his bones.

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Prompt: Horse ride. Vandermorgan.

His white horse flies across the meadow. Its silky smooth hair fluttering in the wind. The man on its back a bloody contrast. Red and black atop majestic white.

His preferred house. His beloved.

The Count.

A king’s steed.

He yells into the wind and the air carries it to him. Like a siren song.

“Come on, son! You can do better!” A wide smile splits his face and his eyes crinkle at the corner. His hair whips around his face and Arthur bites his lower lip.

His eyes widen in wonder. The blue taking in the scene before him. He pushes in his legs and his horse picks up speed.

The wind is strong. The sun shinning.

Dutch has always been breathtaking.

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"Your Arthur." UGHHH the declaration of ownership in this statement. Quickly followed by "Your pillar." Because Dutch needs Arthur. There's this cloying mutual dependency between them that not even death itself could smother.

This post has once again ignited a flame in me. I wanna ask, when we're talking about zombie arthur do you have an idea about where in the timeline he died, and how? (only because I've been assuming its earlier in the canon timeline if only so that other camp members are there as a sane foil to Dutch's gradual slippage from reality)

I can't stop thinking about the time in-between Arthur's death and his posthumous return. What kind of state would he be in? Complete despondency? Refusing to accept any consolation or comfort; barely talking, never eating or sleeping, completely trapped in his own head. Or perhaps it was a vengeful mania, his self-assured facade unraveling into something uncontrollable. With his pillar gone, the whole thing collapses.

So I can only imagine the moment that Arthur — his boy, his everything — came back to him. Limping disconcertingly towards Dutch. If he came back in the middle of camp I have no idea they'd have guns pointed on this damned monster that crawled its way out of the grave. But not Dutch. Dutch would walk towards Arthur without fear, breaking him out of his spell of grief and channeling all that emotion into devotion for his faithful reborn son.

It's almost like they both died when Arthur did, and likewise they both came back when Arthur did. But they're both back wrong (however I for one encourage this unhealthy behavior, godspeed ^_^).

“There's this cloying mutual dependency between them that not even death itself could smother.” exactlyyyyy exactly exactly godddddd they could never survive without the other— the second Arthur died Dutch died with him— that was his boy, his eldest, his first, his pillar, who is Dutch without him but a leader in free fall?

i know for a fact Dutch refers to Arthur as his inside his head like you know how he’s always like ‘my boy’ like i knowwwwww he means that shit literally that is his boy his Arthur, nobody else’s thats his boy his his his his his

i know he is beyond possessive over Arthur, like anytime Arthur does anything in his honor he’s like ah, my boy, feeding my people for me or my Arthur, killing in cold blood for me out of his own choice— like i think Arthur choosing to do things for him would be the sexiest damn thing to him— he would literally never find anything sexier like oh… for me? out of your own free will? (because unlike Colm, Dutch is about choice) and Arthur is a let me serve you to prove my love so they are literally perfect for each other like djfhjfndndknf

as for the timeline i actually have not one clue. for this one zombie Arthur story i was thinking, i followed your red thread when you asked about the other gang members and then i imagined kf Arthur died quite earlier, maybe at Colm’s, maybe somewhere else, but he died on some mission i’m thinking and so when he comes back everyone is freaked out, they are screaming, running away but he is walking calmly, so so calmly towards Dutch’s tent and Dutch comes out to see whats going on and he’s so shocked and the second Arthur sees him, he calls his name and it’s the first time he spoke since he came back, D- Dutch, and Dutch’s eyes burn and he walks forward with purpose and he says oh, my boy and he gathers him up into his arms and then after that he just refuses to let him go lmao

im thinking the boys were away on some stage robbery so they didn’t shoot him but even if they did, he wouldn’t die and he would be walking with a mindless one minded purpose towards Dutch because Dutch will make sense of everything and it’s a palm for both of them, because Dutch finally has his boy back and Arthur finally is with Dutch and Dutch will take care of him and make the noise and fear settle and they both lend each other strength like that— Dutch’s mania calms and Arthur isn’t as afraid of being a monster because Dutch is here and Dutch isn’t flinching away but looking at him with awe and speaking to him in hushed whispers, you came back to me or oh, i missed you so, Arthur or he would joke sometimes, you finally got your little vacation away from us then, and Arthur can’t smile anymore because his jaw hangs open but his eyes turn upwards a little like he is anyway and Dutch gathers him close and kisses him and kisses him again and again and again because he can’t— because thats his boy, returned to him onnghhhh

anon you get them so much i cry like yes they both died when Arthur died and they both returned when he did but they returned wrong and now Arthur is a monster and the shame eats at him and Dutch is even more paranoid something else will take his boy away (the gang, death again, strangers getting scared etc)

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hand slipped srry

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thought some of you might appreciate this (feat. a random npc)

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im ur number one

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do you think this is penitence or

would you call it the consequence for