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I’ve been getting back into The Hunger Games and need fanfic recs. Give me your faves. Cannon, non-cannon, AU, high school. Any ships.

#the hunger games #thg #fanfic #sotr #thg sotr #catching fire #mockingjay #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy

Red Dead be like:

“How will they know that they’re a big bad gunslinger in a gang?”

“Meh… slap a scar somewhere visible… there. Job’s done”

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Potata Soup (An RDR short story)

Arthur Morgan sighed as he looked at the young boy, cold, probably afraid and confused as he sat, curled up, in the tent at the camp. “Goddamit,” the young man muttered as he stood up and grabbed a bowl off the makeshift table outside his own tent and walked to the small, ragged tent located in the corner of the camp.

“Hey, there, kid.” Arthur knelt down at the opening.

“Leave me alone,” the boy muttered meekly, his knees tucked up to his chest as he hugged them tightly. He looked small, skinny— too skinny, to be frank.

“Thought you might be hungry. Brought ya some potata soup.” He held the bowl in his hand, extending it toward him. “Ain’t nothin’ special but it’ll fill your belly.”

“I ain’t hungry. You best go on and git or you’ll be real sorry, mister,” the boy uttered with a slight tremble to his tone.

Arthur let out a huff and sat with his legs crossed at the tent’s opening and set the bowl down in front of him, nudging it toward the child.

“I said I ain’t hungry.” The child looked back at him.

“Alright. I get it, you wanna be stubborn. That’s fine but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna sit here and watch you starve, boy.” With that, Arthur stood up and walked back toward his own tent, glancing back to see a pair of hands reach out and grab the bowl, pulling it toward him.

He smiled softly as the boy picked up the small wooden spoon and slowly lifted it to his chapped lips, taking a small taste of the broth before slurping down a few bites. “Woah, slow down there, kid. You’ll get a stomachache,” Arthur blurted out uncontrollably as he walked back toward the tent the boy was in. “Hardy eatin’ for a lad that ain’t hungry.” He chuckled as the child wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt while Arthur once again knelt down.

“Shut up, will ya?” The kid muttered as he finished the soup, slurping the remains from the bowl.

“Feisty one,” Arthur muttered. “What’s your name?” He asked.

“J- John,” the boy looked at him. “John Marston.”

“Nice to meet you, John.” Arthur smiled in satisfaction, extending a hand out. “Name’s Arthur Morgan.”

“This don’t mean nothin’, Mister Morgan. I’ll be gone come mornin’.” John laid the bowl off to his side.

“Hate to hear that, son. Tough kid like you will do just fine surviving these harsh lands.” Arthur looked at him sincerely.

“I’ll be jus’ fine.” John looked at the ground and then at his hands, which laid lazily in his lap as Arthur stood back up to retire back to his tent. “Hey, Arthur?” John quipped out.

“Yeah, John?” Arthur looked down at him as John stood up.

“Before you turn in for the night, mind gettin’ me some more of that soup? I’m famished.” John looked up at him with an innocent gaze.

“Sure thing, kid.” Arthur smiled warmly and walked to the caldron which held the potato soup.

(Disclaimer: Obviously none of this is canon. Just a cute little image I had of how Arthur welcomes John to camp/the gang.)

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Should I write another RDR story like “Potata Soup”?

Yes

No

Voting ended onMar 14, 2024

I want to write another one because I want to get back into writing. Plus, I love writing young Arthur and John stories 🥺

#arthur and john are brothers #red dead redemption arthur #red dead fandom #red dead redemption john #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #rdr2 #rdr2 arthur #i’m writing again #writing #fanfic

Arthur: *coughs horrendously, like hacking up a fucking lung*

John: Damn, Arthur, you got TB or something?

Arthur: TB? *holds up hand* It’s pronounced THC

(I was inspired by a convo between my boss— who sounds like Arthur— and my supervisor— who sounds like John. I’M NOT EVEN JOKING)

#john marston #rdr #rdr2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption john #arthur morgan #red dead redemption arthur #van der linde gang #arthur and john are brothers #they’re silly #silly boys #i love them so much

Arthur: *losing argument with John* Well… uhhhhhh… you can’t swim. So… HA!

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption arthur #van der linde gang #arthur and john are brothers #john marston #rdr #rdr2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption john

How I imagine John and Abigail meeting:

Abigail *eying Arthur across camp*

Arthur *smiles at her*

John *says something quietly to Arthur*

Arthur *smirks and nods while looking at Abigail*

Abigail *blushes*

Arthur *across camp*: MY BROTHER THINKS YOU’RE PRETTY!

#just for fun #not canon #i wish tho #probably what would happen #red dead redemption abigail #abigail marston #john marston #rdr #rdr2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption john #arthur morgan #red dead redemption arthur #van der linde gang #arthur and john are brothers #he’s so silly #he’s just like me fr

I don’t know how to explain this but Micah Bell looks like if the worst texture known to existence was a person

#rdr #rdr2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 #van der linde gang #micah bell #gross

beabees

i love how every red dead fan mutually agrees that john was rabid as a child, we didn’t even need to talk to each other, the greasy hair and loser personality told us everything we needed to know

Arthur: So help me God, we will tear apart anyone that messes with us

The gang: YEAH!

Sean: Yeah! Come Helen Highwater, whoever the lass is!

#rdr #rdr2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption arthur #van der linde gang #john marston #red dead redemption john #sadie adler #micah bell #dutch van der linde #bill williamson #sean macguire #charles smith #kieran duffy

Arthur: We’re outlaws, of course we ain’t bothered when you say the phrase “save a horse ride a cowboy”

John: I’m an outlaw, of course I’m going to choke you out if spit on my boots

Arthur: Goddammit, John! Why do you have to result to violence?

Javier: Did you not threaten to break his arm if he touched your journal, amigo?

Arthur: …That ain’t how this works

#john marston #rdr #rdr2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption john #arthur morgan #red dead redemption arthur #van der linde gang #arthur and john are brothers #javier escuella

Mr. Arthur Morgan would definitely be the type of older brother to tell John that he was found in a dumpster

#john marston #rdr #rdr2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption john #arthur morgan #red dead redemption arthur #van der linde gang #arthur and john are brothers

Abigail: Ready for your haircut?

John: Who gets a haircut at a saloon? Silly girl.

Abigail: John… I said salon.

#john marston #rdr #rdr2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption john #van der linde gang #red dead redemption abigail #abigail marston #he’s so silly #but abi loves him

The moles…

On their cheeks…

The moles!

On their cheeks!

Hold on…

:)

#john marston #rdr #rdr2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption john #arthur morgan #red dead redemption arthur #van der linde gang #arthur and john are brothers

Potata Soup (An RDR short story)

Arthur Morgan sighed as he looked at the young boy, cold, probably afraid and confused as he sat, curled up, in the tent at the camp. “Goddamit,” the young man muttered as he stood up and grabbed a bowl off the makeshift table outside his own tent and walked to the small, ragged tent located in the corner of the camp.

“Hey, there, kid.” Arthur knelt down at the opening.

“Leave me alone,” the boy muttered meekly, his knees tucked up to his chest as he hugged them tightly. He looked small, skinny— too skinny, to be frank.

“Thought you might be hungry. Brought ya some potata soup.” He held the bowl in his hand, extending it toward him. “Ain’t nothin’ special but it’ll fill your belly.”

“I ain’t hungry. You best go on and git or you’ll be real sorry, mister,” the boy uttered with a slight tremble to his tone.

Arthur let out a huff and sat with his legs crossed at the tent’s opening and set the bowl down in front of him, nudging it toward the child.

“I said I ain’t hungry.” The child looked back at him.

“Alright. I get it, you wanna be stubborn. That’s fine but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna sit here and watch you starve, boy.” With that, Arthur stood up and walked back toward his own tent, glancing back to see a pair of hands reach out and grab the bowl, pulling it toward him.

He smiled softly as the boy picked up the small wooden spoon and slowly lifted it to his chapped lips, taking a small taste of the broth before slurping down a few bites. “Woah, slow down there, kid. You’ll get a stomachache,” Arthur blurted out uncontrollably as he walked back toward the tent the boy was in. “Hardy eatin’ for a lad that ain’t hungry.” He chuckled as the child wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt while Arthur once again knelt down.

“Shut up, will ya?” The kid muttered as he finished the soup, slurping the remains from the bowl.

“Feisty one,” Arthur muttered. “What’s your name?” He asked.

“J- John,” the boy looked at him. “John Marston.”

“Nice to meet you, John.” Arthur smiled in satisfaction, extending a hand out. “Name’s Arthur Morgan.”

“This don’t mean nothin’, Mister Morgan. I’ll be gone come mornin’.” John laid the bowl off to his side.

“Hate to hear that, son. Tough kid like you will do just fine surviving these harsh lands.” Arthur looked at him sincerely.

“I’ll be jus’ fine.” John looked at the ground and then at his hands, which laid lazily in his lap as Arthur stood back up to retire back to his tent. “Hey, Arthur?” John quipped out.

“Yeah, John?” Arthur looked down at him as John stood up.

“Before you turn in for the night, mind gettin’ me some more of that soup? I’m famished.” John looked up at him with an innocent gaze.

“Sure thing, kid.” Arthur smiled warmly and walked to the caldron which held the potato soup.

(Disclaimer: Obviously none of this is canon. Just a cute little image I had of how Arthur welcomes John to camp/the gang.)

#john marston #rdr #rdr2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption john #arthur morgan #red dead redemption arthur #van der linde gang #arthur and john are brothers

I love hyper-fixating on a comforting movie/tv show/game and then turning it off one night to go to bed and forgetting to turn it back on, like, ever again

I can’t stop imagining about how 12 year oldJohn would’ve been introduced to the gang… like,

Dutch: Hey, kids, come here! I got you a present!

Arthur: Dutch… that’s a child

Dutch: He’s your brother! :)

Arthur: YOU STOLE A CHILD

Meanwhile, John is like one of those nervous chihuahuas that just stand there and shake

#john marston #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #red dead fandom #red dead redemption john #arthur morgan #red dead redemption arthur #van der linde gang #arthur and john are brothers #dutch van der linde

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