I'm also curious to see what horse Ginny will get. Definitely not one of the big ones that's for sure lol.
Certainly not a big one! And it'll have to be a good-tempered one, too, since she'll be a beginner. 🤔
Jules of Nature
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Today's Document
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
dirt enthusiast

No title available
One Nice Bug Per Day
DEAR READER
No title available
Claire Keane
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
occasionally subtle

tannertan36
No title available

roma★
wallacepolsom

JVL

No title available

Origami Around

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from South Korea
seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from India
seen from Denmark

seen from Malaysia
seen from United Arab Emirates

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from Singapore

seen from Malaysia
seen from France
seen from United Kingdom

seen from South Korea
@jennybee443
I'm also curious to see what horse Ginny will get. Definitely not one of the big ones that's for sure lol.
Certainly not a big one! And it'll have to be a good-tempered one, too, since she'll be a beginner. 🤔
Hey there! Just wanted to let you know, that I binge read your fic in one sitting and it was glorious. I loved it bits and I can't wait to see what you got planned for the next chapter!
Thank you so much! I'm so happy to hear that you're enjoying it so far! I'm working on the next chapter right now and I hope to have it up soon. I hope you continue to enjoy it! 🖤🐝
We're More Ghosts Than People, Chapter 6
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ginny went to sleep troubled and woke with a new sense of purpose and determination. As helpful as Arthur had been up to this point, and as generous as Dutch had been in allowing her to stay, and as kind as most of the gang had been… she needed to learn how to take care of herself. She could not count on these near strangers to protect her, to feed her, to shelter her and to deliver her to her great-grandfather. The only person she could rely on was herself, and yet she had no real-world survival skills with which to take care of herself. She now knew how to wash laundry in a basin with a bar of soap and a washboard. She knew how to heat up coffee over a campfire. She knew what to feed horses and chickens. But surviving?
Chapter 6 journal entry.
Caption: "Heard a rumor about some secret room at the doctor's office in Valentine. I'm considering looking into it, see if maybe there's some money to be had there.
Ginny has been going off into the woods with Charles these last few days. I don't It isn't any of my business, I just noticed it."
My favorite part about chapter 6 so far:
"Distantly, Ginny wondered if she should have brought a notebook to this particular class, and then imagined Charles as a college professor. Would he wear a suit, or would he dress more casually? The mental image of Charles in suit pants and a button-up dress shirt, sleeves partly rolled up and the top few buttons undone, made her stomach do a little flip and she fought to keep the inappropriate blush off her face. But if he’s teaching a survivalist class, he’d probably be dressed a bit more like, I dunno, Steve Irwin…She covered up the snort at that mental image with a forced cough, and Charles eyed her with slight concern as she fought to get her head back in the right place."
Music I've been writing Red Dead fanfic to:
(the RDR2 album kind of goes without saying)
Literally anything by Colter Wall
Tennessee, by Mindy Smith
Hozier, but especially Work Song
Keep the Wolves Away, by Uncle Lucius
Teddy Swims 🥰 (most of these show up on his Pandora artist playlist)
Bear's Den
We're More Ghosts Than People - Chapter 5
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ginny was settling into a comfortable routine by the end of her first week with the Van der Linde gang. She woke up as the sun began to rise over the mountains and hills, which incidentally was about the time the various animals around the campsite would begin making a ruckus. The lone rooster that strutted about the site was generous enough to wait until there was a small amount of sunlight before he began crowing, and inevitably someone would throw a boot or an empty beer bottle in his direction to get him to hush up (usually that someone was Uncle, who she came to understand was a bit of a layabout).
The journal entry for Chapter 5 is pulled mostly from Arthur's journal, with a little bit of extra thrown in for my story to pull things together.
Caption: " As it turns out, I found Francis Sinclair, or at least a man named Francis Sinclair. Wants me to find some odd rock carvings and send him details. Not sure why. I probably won't bother. Francis had bright red hair and a birthmark on his face, and spoke in an odd way. Miss Sinclair speaks in an odd way, too, come to think of it. I wonder if it's a family trait.
Anyway. He's a strange man. I don't know if I fee l right taking her to meet this man. He's too strange, and I have too many questions. Something feels off about her."
Arthur's sketch entry of Horseshoe Overlook from Aicosu Cosplay's pdf journal upload.
Needed a journal page for chapter 3 and I figured this worked as well as anything.
The amazing Aicosu Cosplay/ reddit user sheilaStmaria compiled the ENTIRETY of Arthur's journal into pdf format, and it's free to download and use! This is where I've gotten inspiration for totally new entries, and I've also been able to grab some wording/sketches to incorporate in previous entries. If you'd like to check it out for yourself, please visit their webpage at: https://www.aicosplays.com/arthurmorgan
Caption: Herr Strauss is back lending money and I'm back collecting it.
The work mostly revolts me and shames me. Somehow, robbing people honestly with a gun and fists is less repellent than robbing them fully in accordance with the law.
It'll be the usual sort of desperados -- sick farmer, pregnant maids, lovesick young men, and other dupes desperate enough and stupid enough to take Strauss' terms.
A usurer's life may be a comfortable one, but it is foul work. $¢"
This one was the most daunting for me to come up with. I have this image of how I want Ginny to look in my head, and I'm too much of an unskilled perfectionist when it comes to physically drawing things, so I figured out how to get a photo to look a bit more sketched out and this was the best of the bunch. I'm really happy with the fingerprint smudges! It makes it look like he took his time drawing and shading and smudging (particularly the bag).
Now that this is out of the way and my brain feels a little bit more freed up, I hope to be updating with chapter 5 really soon!
Caption (page 1): "Hosea and I picked up a woman on our way back to the new camp at Horseshoe Overlook today. She was walking -- alone and completely lost -- and Hosea decided to stop and see if we could be of assistance. Always happy to play the hero to some damsel in distress, the old fool.
I thought something seemed off about her, especially after she said that someone had stolen her cart, and then told us that she had never been in a wagon before. I am wondering if she hit her head or some such.
She said her name was Ginny Sinclair, and that she was visiting with her aunt in Valentine."
Caption (page 2): "Anyway, we dropped her off outside Valentine after she spent the better part of the ride talking our ears off. Hosea didn't seem to mind too much. She certainly was odd, but I do hope she was able to find her aunt. Women like her shouldn't be out here alone, and she's lucky Hosea and I weren't the worst criminals on the road today."
For some reason I wanted a page about Arthur getting into that fight with Tommy at the Valentine saloon. It was kind of a pivotal moment for Ginny, because it was her second time meeting him and she saw how violent he is versus how non-violent he can be. Couldn't resist a little bit of Arthur's trademark self-loathing.
Caption: "Went into Valentine to meet up with Javier and Charles. Then Bill comes in and starts a brawl that ends with me beating the tar out of some big fella named Tommy. My face still hurts quite a bit, and I think the bastard may have nearly broken one or two of my ribs.
Ran into that lost girl, Miss Sinclair, when I was cleaning up. She somehow came to the conclusion that I am a good man.
She is a fool to think so."
Working on building some journal pages for my story. I found a cute stock image of a horse and worked it into this one.
Caption: "Got a new horse when Hosea and I went bear hunting. She's a good tempered young morgan, seems wise and does not seem to spook too easily. I named her Athena. She's no Boadicea, but she will do."
Arthur brings Ginny to Horseshoe Overlook, and she tries her best to leave a good first impression.
Chapter 4
Morning took its sweet time coming, though Ginny supposed her inability to sleep had much to do with it. Her mind was running a mile a minute, speeding through scenarios and potential questions she'd be expected to provide answers for, imagining what would happen if Dutch didn't care for whatever first impression she made. How many members were there? What kind of people would she be living with? And for how long?
Chapter 4 preview
She smiled nervously as they trotted forward and passed a man with longer dark hair and a scar across his face. He watched them suspiciously, and Arthur said over his shoulder by way of an introduction, “That's Marston. He's an idiot.”
If nothing else, I can be happy that I’ve captured Arthur’s attitude pretty accurately.
Ginny has a close encounter, forcing her to speed up her plans to leave Valentine. Unfortunately, nothing seems to work out as she hopes.
Chapter 3
It was not often that Ginny had an opportunity to go anywhere outside of the inn or the saloon in Valentine, and so when Mr. French asked if she would be willing to deliver a handful of letters to the post office, she eagerly accepted the task.