MOVING ARTHUR OVER TO @banditter
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MOVING ARTHUR OVER TO @banditter
ooc. with the amount of personal blogs following lately, i’m gonna start blocking personal blogs on sight, so please give me a heads up before following if you intend to follow me from a personal blog and you also have a rp (side)blog.
also... debating maybe possibly moving my arthur to my r / d / r2 multimuse blog but idk yet since some of the arthurs following me on there aren’t comfortable with duplicates. idk. it’s something i’m debating anyway.
i’ma let y’all in on a little secret: i am the worst because i forget everything so bet ur ass if u messaged me and i didn’t reply, i read it, mentally replied and then minimized it, thinking i actually typed it out and sent it and thought u guys just didn’t reply back until i check like 24 hours later
EVERY. DAMN. TIME.
stranger: *asks for help* arthur: ahh, sorry, but i don’t wanna get involved *starts walking away* stranger: i got money arthur: *immediately stops in his tracks* ... well in that case
ℍ𝕆𝕊𝔼𝔸.
Once they left camp, Hosea could breath just a bit easier. Too many plans have gone wrong this time. He worries their luck has finally run out. And fears, soon enough, if they even make it to the next few years. He worries he might be getting too old now. But, for now he keeps those worries to himself.
As the clopping of their horses continues down the road, Hosea leads Arthur towards the fishing spot he knew. Keeping them at a easy pace though. Having no rush really.
“I think you know, Arthur.” Hosea sighs and looks to the younger man.
“What are we going to do Arthur? Dutch he won’t..He won’t listen to my reasoning anymore. And…I don’t know. Maybe In my older age, I may be loosing it..But I’m pretty sure, this isn’t how we used to do things. Ever since Blackwater-”
There are just so many things Hosea wants to say, but he just looks to the stars for a moment. Sadly, he thinks of Bessie, why he can’t say. Maybe she was the only comfort he had for so many years. Love of his life, he misses her so much.
“Maybe I’ve gotten too soft Arthur…Since Bessie past, maybe Dutch doesn’t see me as a strong ally..But even to question you’re loyalty…Arthur…This is bad. We have everyone on our ass and we aren’t making any headway.”
Opossums scurry along the brushes beside their horses, the wildlife in the area very active. Hosea leads them more towards the woods, there was a nice place he and Javier had gone too.
it definitely felt like their luck had ran out. after blackwater, there had just been one mess after the other, forcing them to move, and pushing them further and further in the opposite direction of where they had initially been heading. now, having people after them was something they were used to. there was no way of avoiding that while doing what they did, and everyone knew that. but they had always been careful before, trying not to bite off more than they could chew.
arthur shook his head to himself “ no, you’re right. it’s bad,” he said, letting out a heavy sigh. he didn’t feel like hosea had gone soft, not at all. he had every reason to be concerned. arthur was, too. “ we keep drawing unwanted attention to ourselves when we should be lying low. it’s like we keep rushing at the first opportunity we get to make big money without thinking things through, and it keeps blowing up in our faces like a bad, running joke... and then dutch, he—”
arthur sighed again, clearly frustrated. it was hard, talking about dutch like this, behind his back. didn’t feel right. but he had tried — again and again, he had tried talking to dutch about it, and he just kept brushing off everything arthur had to say, so what else was he to do?
“ he keeps saying that everything’ll be fine and we keep falling in the same trap over again.” he’s at a loss of what to do. dutch seemed to straight up refuse to listen to either of them, and arthur couldn’t help but feel like they were both being replaced by those who told dutch what he wanted to hear rather than what he needed to hear. and it hurt. but there had to be a way to fix all this... dutch wanted money so they could get out of this mess. the problem was how they went about getting it.
riding in silence for a moment, looking at the woods closing in up ahead, arthur allowed himself to calm down a bit after his rant, before speaking again. “ there has to be some other way of getting the money we need,” he thought out loud. “ something that won’t put all of us at risk again...”
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people make mistakes.
are you hurt? can you stand up?
we should’ve stopped to rest sooner.
you see, there are some things worth more than money.
i’ve been doing okay.
why are you crying?
go back to sleep.
you better come inside first and have something to eat.
just tired, that’s all.
boy, they sure fixed you up good. i guess they don’t want you wandering around either.
i heard them say it.
drink it. it’s good for you. you’ll get better.
don’t lie. you knew right away.
they want you to come home. they are worried about you.
i promise i won’t mess up. honest.
there was nothing anyone could do.
easy, easy, it’s okay. don’t cry.
that was when you were still sick.
you guessed right.
when i get better, i can help you.
i never thought i would see anything so bright again.
we called for help.
nobody will ever tell you this, but you must hear it so you will understand why things are this way.
hey! i found something!
you damn your own soul better than i ever could.
i don’t know what it is, but i can feel it all around me.
you don’t like my stories, do you?
all you have to do is look around.
i think i hear a car.
why do you care what they say? let them talk.
we’ll have to do things our own way.
but they just sent you to the hospital again.
i’ll get it.
you know how people are about things like that.
“ what are you doing?”
MEMES ┊ ACCEPTING
he’s sat by the bridge by the water, open journal placed over his leg, and pen that he’d been given by one jimmy brooks in his hand, scribbling down some thoughts and sketches. he’s thinking, though he’s not so lost in thought that he misses the sound of someone approaching. throwing a short glance over his shoulder to see who it was, arthur returned his focus onto the journal once more, finishing the sentence he had started writing, before placing his pen down. “ ahh, nothing much. just drawing, and... i dunno, thinking, i guess,” he replied, and looked up at dutch. “ and you?” || @theyfear ||
*: ・゚✧ red dead redemption 2 ( part 2 )
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“ how’d you get on?”
“ that’s the last thing we need right now.”
“ well, it is what it is.”
“ i need some rest.”
“ i haven’t slept in three days.”
“ how you doing?”
“ i need you to… i’m sorry, i’m sorry to ask, but…”
“ at least go take a look.”
“ i know if the situation were reversed and… he’d look for me.”
“ he wouldn’t leave. not like that.”
“ hey, i see some smoke… come on, let’s take a look.”
“ we need to stay together.”
“ what are you doing?”
“ you were there… what really happened?”
“ it was crazy. raining bullets.”
“ that ain’t like him though.”
“ i’m surprised we escaped at all.”
“ damn snow’s coming in hard again.”
“ the horses are struggling.”
“ i don’t know about this, w-we can’t follow nothing.”
“ let’s push on a little bit.”
“ hey, look. over there, you see that?”
“ i don’t think we can go much further on the horses.”
“ we’ll have to walk from here.”
“ i’d grab that shotgun of yours. who knows what’s up ahead.”
“ you sure about this?”
“ over here! help!”
“ watch your step, this is real slippery.”
“ damn, it’s cold.”
“ i’m miserable. been a tough few days.”
“ here, take a drink of this.”
“ i’m not designed for this snow.”
“ __, where are you? __, can you hear me?”
“ that’s quite a scratch you got there.”
“ never thought i’d say this, but… it’s good to see you.”
“ you don’t look so good.”
“ i don’t feel too good, neither.”
“ don’t die just yet, cowboy.”
“ well, we can’t go back the way we came. let’s try this way.”
“ ain’t you a sorry sight?”
“ i’ll distract them while you get to the horses.”
“ go, i’ll draw ‘em off you.”
“ i don’t feel too good.”
“ you’ll be fine. it’s just like a… a dog bite.”
“ i knew a feller, got bit by a dog. died an hour later.”
“ you ain’t gonna die. not yet.”
“ thanks for coming for me.”
“ you know, we’re gonna need to come up with a better story for that scar.”
“ so, freezing, bleeding, starving, damn near getting eaten to death ain’t good enough for you?”
“ you’re alive! oh, you’re alive!”
“ this is a new low, even by your standards.”
“ you sound doubtful.”
“ i trust your judgment. always have.”
“ what about you. you doubting me, too?”
“ thank you, for your strength. it means a lot to me.”
“ when you fall, there’ll be a party.”
“ you fools punching each other, when __ needing punching, hard.”
“ folks been through a lot recently, we hardly back on our feet yet.”
“ i know you hate him.”
“ no, you’re just doubting me.”
“ i would never doubt you, __, you… you always said revenge is a luxury we can’t afford.”
“ this is about more than revenge for business long ago.”
“ and you think now is the right time to hit a train?”
“ now you might fancy living on deer piss and rabbit shit, i’m getting too __for that life.”
me: trying to be sneaky, overhearing the others’ conversations from a distance since apparently no one wants to talk to my arthur me: makes arthur move one inch closer in hopes of hearing them better everyone: well guess i’m gonna call it a night me: why do you all hate arthur??
me: hanging around camp, trying to talk to everyone and get to know them better everyone: why are you up in my business? leave me alone me: :’)
*: ・゚✧ red dead redemption 2 ( part 1 )
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“ she says he’s dying.”
“ we’ll have to stop someplace.”
“ if we don’t stop soon, we’ll all be dying.”
“ i’m just hoping the law got as lost as we did.”
“ i found a place where we can get some shelter.”
“ it ain’t far. come on.”
“ get that fire lit, quick.”
“ bring in whatever blankets we have.”
“ see what we got in terms of food.”
“ __’s dead.”
“ there was… nothing more you could’ve done.”
“ what are we gonna do? we need supplies.”
“ well, first of all, you’re gonna stay here… and you are gonna get yourself warm.”
“ i don’t see what other choice we have.”
“ they may be okay, we don’t know.”
“ we lost some folks.”
“ now, if i could… throw myself in the ground in their stead, i’d do it. gladly.”
“ we are gonna ride out and we are gonna find some food.”
“ we’re safe now. there ain’t nobody following us through a storm like this one.”
“ we’ve been through worse than this before.”
“ we may be here for a few days.”
“ stay strong. stay with me.”
“ we ain’t done yet!”
“ alright, we’ve got some work to do.”
“ well, we ain’t run into them yet.”
“ hey… i ain’t had time to ask. what really went down back there?”
“ get yourself indoors. you need to rest that hand.”
“ i’ll live.”
“ we need you strong.”
“ ain’t sure what we’re gonna find out here.”
“ we have to try.”
“ stay close.”
“ this goddamn weather.”
“ can’t believe we lost __ too.”
“ you’re the only one i can rely on to stay strong right now.”
“ wait, is that someone coming towards us?”
“ i’m glad you’re alright, __.”
“ yeah, well, don’t talk to me about crazy.”
“ i’m glad you’re feeling so good about it.”
“ it ain’t much, but it’s shelter.”
“ sounds like quite the party.”
“ i am very sorry to disturb you.”
“ now, friend… i ain’t asking for much.”
“ please, i am… kinda desperate.”
“ we need the essentials. food, medicine… whiskey.”
“ you should eat something now, get your strength up.”
“ i don’t really want us to split up.”
“ well he started it!”
“ i’m gonna break your neck!”
“ i don’t know any more than that, i swear!”
“ i don’t know anything else… please… please, spare me.”
“ i promise you won’t see me again, partner.”
“ i won’t breathe a word to nobody.”
“ get the hell outta here. go!”
“ you let him go, huh?”
“ now, it is gonna be okay. i mean you no harm.”
“ we need to get out of here, and quick.”
“ you are safe now, and… you can’t stay here. you come with us.”
“ we’re bad men, but… we ain’t them, so…”
“ we’ll keep you safe until you figure out what you wanna do.”
I 100% stan your Arthur!! I love it sm, you are such a talented writer!!
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!!!! LIKEWISE RIGHT BACK AT YOU. your sarah is such a wonderful oc and it’s all thanks to your amazing writing and your creativity, being able to come up with a character all on your own and making her real! <3
I'm not actually familiar with the source material, so I can't share an opinion on potrayal... But the writing, itself? Amazing! 👍
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aww, thank you!! it’s nice to hear that my writing comes off as good to those who aren’t familiar with the source material. <3 and speaking of the source material, i highly recommend rd.r.2 btw, if you’re interested in western themed stories or just well-written stories with solid characters in general. if you ever check it out though, bring tissues. just a little tip.
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ℍ𝕆𝕊𝔼𝔸.
Hosea rubs puts a hand on the small of his back and stretches. Hearing and feeling a few very satisfying pops from his spine. Making him feel a little less stiff.
Nodding Hosea stands then and adjusts his coat and gun holster on his belt. Giving a small hum in acknowledgement. They hadn’t had much time to each other, and Hosea considered Arthur like his son, and so his fatherly ways came out. Hosea loved a good con, but he was always good to just enjoy quiet time as well. Any day without a bullet in him is a good one.
“Mmm, I went rowing the other night. But it sparked my memory of this place I know.” When he couldn’t sleep then either, he just sat on the calm waters and listened to the world around him. Trying to see if he listened hard enough, maybe answers may come. Maybe some idea, or plan might come to mind and he can help Dutch. But, to be honest, Hosea doesn’t really feel like Dutch even wants to listen.
“It’s not far, but, I think we should talk.” Hosea indicates with his eyes, he doesn’t want to say to much. In case any ears may be listening. Hosea grabs for his pole and a few supplies before he starts for his horse.
“Bring a powerful gun though, the only problem about this place, Is I worry there may be a pack of wolves that are at least around that area. We shouldn’t encounter them, but..Just in case.”
as hosea went on, arthur picked up on the small sign he gave, and nodded in understanding. if he wanted to talk about what arthur assumed he wanted to bring up, then yeah, it was probably best to discuss it away from camp. dutch, well... they’d both been with him for a long time, so it wasn’t too difficult for either of them to notice that there had been a concerning increase of recklessness on dutch’s part when it came to his grand plans and ideas lately.
now, arthur would always have dutch’s back. dutch, just like hosea, had been like a father figure to him. they were both the closest family he had. but dutch... arthur’s not sure what had brought it on, but it seemed almost like the pressure of trying to make his dreams a reality in this changing world while also trying to keep everyone safe, was getting to him. that, along with some other outside factors as well, one in particular with the name of micah bell, for example...
there had to be something they could do to prevent things from escalating further. something that would make dutch listen. or at the very least something to soothe his concerns that caused him to make all these decisions so hastily without thinking them through.
at the comment about the wolves, arthur let a quiet laugh escape him. “ guess it’s not much of a trip without the risk of being attacked by something or another,” arthur commented. “ ... alright. i’ll go grab my things and we can talk more on the way there.” he then went to grab his fishing gear, some bait, and two of his guns that he holstered at his belt, before meeting back up with hosea near the horses. packing everything onto his horse, arthur got up on it and gently urged the horse to move up next to hosea’s horse. “ okay, lead the way.”
a few moments later, as they had been riding a little away from camp, arthur finally looked over at hosea. “ ... so, what did you want to talk about?” he had a feeling he already knew, but he wasn’t sure, so he found it better to ask.