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indie selective multimuse rp/ask blog featuring characters from Red Dead Redemption 2. Lead by Rye '—«[ rules ]»—'

[kilgcre]

✗ — Welcome to KILGCRE !  Selective rp/ask blog and MULTIMUSE featuring characters from RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2. Guided by RYE. Non-mutual / crossover / duplicate / oc friendly. || est. 8/2023 + 'beta' editor. 

Featured Muses: Arthur Morgan ( Mid-High honor ) | Hosea Matthews | Josiah Trelawney | Sadie Adler |

[ RULES ✗ BLOGROLL ]

CURRENTLY ( heavily ) UNDER CONSTRUCTION. Working on: icons, graphics, tags, pages, & theme. Mun is unfamiliar with the events of the first Red Dead Redemption & Low Honor playthrough of RDR2.

[kilgcre]

Has a dream where im arthur morgan, wakes up and goes back to sleep, has another dream where im josiah trelawny, wakes up-

[nope-nora]

Richard Siken, War of the Foxes | Lord Huron, “The Night We Met” | Lev St. Valentine, There’s This Game I Play Every Morning | @notbigthief | Coldplay, “The Scientist” | @ruhlare | @mobydyke | John Green, Paper Towns

[tragedykery]

I ❤️ self-loathing characters, characters who struggle with monstrosity (either fearing or embracing it), characters who are so lonely, who have a gaping hole in their chest, who bottle up & repress their feelings, who claw their way up & have ambitions, who fall down & lose everything, who search for identity & purpose yet can’t see themselves outside of what others want from or expect of them, who are hurt & hurt others, who long & grieve, who lie & pretend. characters who are messy & flawed & human

[kilgcre]

apologies for sudden absence,,,, university n irl came swinging harder than i anticipated 😔

[gravityfought]

The gunslinger looks up towards his partner, gaze an odd mixture of awe, stupefaction and fury—he feels his heart lurch from his chest, then crumple up into shrivelling heap, or what’s left of it anyway. He is trying so hard not to acknowledge the weight of the losses around him, because he knows full well that if he does, he will well and truly unravel. ( THOUGH MOST HE KNOWS WOULD SAY HE’S SNAPPED ALREADY. )

“ What… do you want me to say, Hosea? “ he hisses, his voice level but slowly rising as he stands to his feet. He hates this. He HATES when they have to argue like this. By God, he loves Hosea with all his heart—and all his damned soul, but in this moment, all he can do is HATE the man. Because it’s not that simple! None of this is! “ Do you think we have time for THIS?! Breathin’ down each other’s necks while the GODDAMN Pinkertons could kick down our door any minute?! What DELUSION are you living in?! I am TRYING to keep hold of what we’ve left, I am TRYING to keep our family ALIVE! If I waste even a SECOND, have one little mishap, we’re DEAD! We are all DEAD! “

And the floodworks halt as Dutch takes a breath, brow furrowed as he feels his shoulders hunch and hands tense into fists. He feels like dam about to burst, and he knows it; the whole camp knows it. Eyes wander to the other’s movement as his chest rises and falls, muscles softening slightly. They watch the other’s hand, noting how it trembles, and look upward to hold a wary, vulnerable stare with Hosea’s. Then, he looks away, frowning but saying nothing as he lets the gesture hang in the air.

[kilgcre]

✘ — Something snapped, brittle and long damaged by wear he hadn't allowed himself to recognize, worn down by hard months, by grief, by a steady but growing fury and hurt that'd been quietly chipping him away ever since Blackwater.

" You think you're the only one who gives a damn about this family ?! "   his voice raised in match, and Hosea knew he'd regret it later; worrying those close enough to overhear and anticipating the aching coughs that'd sink their teeth into him in punishment. He knew, yet he didn't care,   " You think you're doing anything but hurting us, acting like this ?  After you've been digging us into deeper shit for months, ignoring all of my warnings— ignoring all of Arthur's misgivings, when he was still around to give them ! "   how he'd failed his boy. Oh, how they had both failed him,   " And you want to keep going down this path ? "

    He should have backed down. Would have, before his world had been shattered. Would have known better, been better. Would have lower his head and his voice, been reasonable.

     But for once, just once, he wanted to be the selfish one again. He wanted to dig his heels and be stubborn, be loud.

" I want you to admit that you're not alone !  That you've never been alone, Dutch !  You act as if you're the only one with hands and a goddamn brain around here, but you're not !  And you're not a god !  You're not a prophet, not a one man army, and you sure as shit don't know everything— "

     Wracking coughs interrupted him in vengeance for losing his temper. Knocking the wind right out of him and interfering with his balance, pain sharp enough that would have sent him stumbling, had he not been so well practiced. He screwed his eyes close, wheezes falling out as he shakily caught his breath with difficulty. It was always getting more and more difficult, signs of his aging body. Heaven's above, he never thought he'd outlive them.

" I know you're trying, "   he rasped the moment he could, perhaps a bit before then too, voice strained. Because God kenew he did. God knew how hard Dutch tried, how desperately the man cared, and it hurt Hosea all the more to know it and see where they were now,   " But it isn't enough. Hasn't been in a long time and we both know it. "

" Honesty, Dutch, "   was it so wrong to keep trying ?   " Wasn't that— Wasn't that what we promised ? "

[kilgcre]

❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ ( Sean @ Arthur // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

200 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS

✘ — It was too early. Too goddamn early to be alive, much less be subjected to Sean's incessant yapping. With a groan, Arthur tipped his head back against the rock he was sitting against with a dull thud, rubbing at his face as if he could physically get dislodge his headache and the knot of nausea in his throat. It'd last time he let himself get so drunk, he swore, just like every other last time that'd preceeded it.

      Awareness trickled back slowly. Enough to catch the last of Sean's rambles and enough for him to wipe most of his hangover from his face in favor of a scowl and a glare.

" Sean, if you don't shut your trap in the next ten goddamn seconds, "   his voice lowered, slightly rasped from dehydration and sleep,   " I will personally ensure that you won't be able to even think about passing on whatever makes you such an annoying bastard. Much less do so. "

    Idle threat only slightly diminished by the way he stumbled as he got up to his feet, though his glower never flattered for a second. How the younger managed to bounce back from a bender so quickly will always mystify him, even if he'd never admit as much.

" I make myself clear enough, boy ? "   rethorical question tacked on with tilted head in halfhearted display of threat; movement sending another dull throb of pain through his skull. Christ. It was too damn early.

[kilgcre]

Just the. The Hosea being ready for / accepting of his death for longer than any of them, spending his time trying to make sure they'll be okay when he's gone, only to end up outliving those closest---

[gravityfought]

@kilgcre SAID: you've changed, and not in a good way. [ hosea,,

changes and growth. / accepting!

“ How many times have I to tell you, Hosea—I… am FINE! “ the man insists, seeming quite infuriated by the other’s incessant words; or so they seemed… “ If you could JUST stop-- “

After all, Hosea knew him better than anyone. Perhaps that’s why he’s so angry, because it would mean admitting that right; that HE is he crazy fool, and the rest of this camp is that which stayed the same. Dutch cannot afford thinking like that, not when he has the whole gang to worry about. He feels wrought in two in a million ways at the loss of Arthur—all those promises of a better life to a young boy, and he’s shot dead at Milton’s feet. His son. Their son. YOU FAILED HIM. Unravelling. He’s unravelling and he won’t admit it, something that isn’t helped with the way certain parties lace venom across his shoulders.

“ I do not have time for this, “ his voice cracks, turning away. He wants peace and quiet, he wants to be alone, to not hear his tedious nonsense anymore. These words are almost a tad pathetic as they’re spoken, “ Please… Hosea, please just get out. “

[kilgcre]

✘ — " So what ?  You're just— just fine with Arthur's death ? "   it was nothing short of a miracle Hosea was able to keep his eyes dry and voice from shouting. Emotions bleeding through and out the open wound left in his heart ever since Saint Denis, as if he'd been the one shot and left to—

" What's next then ? "   cruel, cruel words he spat with venom. Words he knew he'd regret. Part of him already did, beneath all his suffocating grief. But it wasn't enough for him to stop,   " You going to be fine with John's death ?  With mine ?  Will you still be fine when all of us are buried ?! "

     It was Bessie all over again. The world pulled from underneath his feet and his heart left torn asunder. Only this time he couldn't afford falling to the bottle. Not now, not when he needed to get them all out. Later, perhaps, if the castle in the sky of an honest life will ever exist for fools like them.

" We have no more time for delusions, "   words sharp and desperate. He knew it was a dangerous game to play. If they had time, perhaps he would — he should — give Dutch time. Give both of them time. But time was a luxury they couldn't afford, nor were lofty dreams and fickle fantasies.

" Don't push me away now, Dutch, "   he couldn't stop himself from pleading, from taking the leap and closing the distance between them, trying to grab the other's hand,   " You can't do this alone. I won't let you do this alone, not anymore. "

    More selfishly, truth left unspoken, nevertheless shown in his face and in his trembling hands if one only looked; I can't do this alone.

[captain-lovelace-deactivated202]

It’s always “revenge won’t give you back what you lost” and “murder is wrong” and never how was the bloody violent revenge the bloody violent revenge looked fun was it fun

[kragehund-est]

no more "in my humble opinion", from now on it's "from my grandiose and objectively correct deductions".

[mcflymemes]

"YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO" PROMPTS *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i'm sorry if this is a bad time, but i need your help.

this is a matter of life and death.

trust me, if i could go to someone else, i would.

i know you don't owe me a thing, but i'm desperate.

this is the last time i ask you for help. i promise.

please don't make me do this by myself.

you're the only one who knows how to do this.

all right, all right, i'm sorry! now will you help me?

i didn't know who else to turn to.

this was the last place i wanted to go.

you know what i'm dealing with. you have all the answers.

please. this is worse than i imagined and i need your help.

you promised them you'd help me.

can we put our feelings aside? i really need your help.

i won't ever ask you for help ever again.

would you just listen to me for two seconds?

i'll explain everything. please come back inside.

i hate this just as much as you do.

i ran out of options.

i don't know how else to ask you.

you're the only person who will listen to me.

you've got to help me out with this.

this is my last chance.

just help me with this, and i'll be out of your hair for good.

i wouldn't come here for nothing.

you're the only person i can rely on.

i trust you to help me.

you helped them. why can't you help me? what makes me so different?

look. put our pasts aside and just help me, would you?

you're my last resort.

it all hangs in the balance.

this is do or die.

you promised me you'd help if it came down to it.

are you busy? i could use your help.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ stormy ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep soaking wet

[ bloody ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep bleeding and injured

[ call out ] sender calls out to receiver to help them in a moment of grave danger

[ text ] sender texts receiver asking for them to swing by and save them from a bad or awkward situation

[ call ] sender calls receiver in a time of need

[ wait ] sender is waiting in receiver's house when they come home, there to plead their case and ask for receiver's help

[ find ] sender locates receiver after hours of searching and pleads for their help

[ shout ] sender shouts receiver's name, desperate for help

[ panic ] sender approaches receiver in a panic and tries to explain to them what's going on

[ hide ] sender hides behind receiver's body

[ stranger ] sender desperately asks receiver, a stranger, for help with something

[ reluctant ] sender reluctantly asks for receiver's help

[ refuse ] sender refuses to help receiver

[kilgcre]

Fked up wanting to write javier and uncle but not knowing rdr1,,,,

[kilgcre]

busy week/weekend so lil Inbox call ! Specify any preferences

[mindsmade]

@kilgcre ( hosea )

❛ Heard the bear hunt with Arthur didn't go exactly according to plan. I'm not going after it myself, but I am going to hunt down some plain old deer for Pearson. Feel like coming with? Away from the humidity – ❜ and rising tensions – ❛ here? ❜

[kilgcre]

✗ — " Ah, trying to one-up me, I see, "   quip quick to fall out in reply and teasing smile on Hosea's face betraying no offense, if... a little surprised. At both the offer and unspoken words beneath it; equally as touched as he was concerned. Although, he supposed — to his own bitter amusement — that his recent arguments with Dutch  ( and any fool attempting to slack off within his sights )  had hardly been private. Maybe it would do him some good to get out and get some fresh air, ailing lungs be damned.

" But I think... I think I'd like that, Mister Smith, "    sincereity in his tone lasting barely a second, quick to be replaced by merriment,   " Heh !  Perhaps we'll see if you can't teach this old dog some new tricks, hm ? "

[kilgcre]

❛ it’s better with you here. ❜ / hosea </3

SOFT AND SWEET.

✗ —  " Oh ?  And here I thought you were getting tired of all my complaining and nagging, "   amusement laced his tone despite his words. Lighthearted, if subduded by the rare tranquility of night surrounding them. Coaxing him into beliving again in a little something called privacy could be afford for them, like it'd been so many years ago. Into beliving that things will be fine, when doubt continued to haunt him.

     It was always easy to believe something one wanted to believe, a lesson Hosea had learned as a child. Easy as so, to sit down next to Dutch closer than he might have on a different night — close enough for their knees to bump together with barely a thought. An olive branch, perhaps, holding faith.

" But you don't have to tell me about it, I'm well aware, "   he continued teasingly, yet the smile on his face was sincere and warm, betraying sentimentiality,   " I mean, someone's gotta keep you in check !  Lest you herd us all onto some caravan and turn us into a... a circus or something in pursuit of one of your grand plans, and I wouldn't trust any one of these fools to do it. "

     A chuckle fell past his lips as a quiet ache in his chest made itself known, one different from the coughs that'd been plaguing him for some time then. He loved the gang, loved most of them as a father and would die for them just as well; but there was no denying that the stress only grew as the greater number of mouths to feed and people to care for did as well.

     With so much to do, it was hardly of any surprise that private moments with Dutch — ones where they left grand schemes, heists, and arguments at the door — had grown rarer than the gems and riches they coveted so. Even if, some days, he felt the absence keenly, as though a chasm was forming between them more quickly than they could build bridges.

     Hosea understood. Of course he did. Better than anyone else, even, if he was willing to stoke his own ego. Didn't mean he couldn't feel nostalgic for the days where they could be selfish with their thoughts and desires, or quietly cherish the moments where they could pretend things were as they were years ago.

" Listen, Dutch, I... "   the words falling out hesitant, sincerity gingerly taking place of his infamous silvertongue,   " I worry. I know I do, and I know I always have, but— "

     It was second nature for him to clasp his hand over Dutch's, gesture of comfort they'd shared countless times.

" As you said, I'm right here, my friend. And I still got some good years left in me, I ain't going anywhere just yet. So you ain't alone, Dutch. In any of this. In anything else, either, "   his voice soft yet no less earnest, hand squeezing gently,   " Just... Just don't go forgetting about that, alright ?  I'll always be right there when you need me. "

[bbsketches]

Van der Linde gang, early days