I wanted to make a blog more dedicated to strictly fanfic/hcs and also this acc is prob gonna be a lot of hcs but :P
My other blog is a lil more personal and like a journal/life blog. @inhaled2muchglitter very random but i make collages of characters sometimes that i prob won’t post here
Fandoms To Expect!!
Video Games:
- RDR2
- Skyrim
- Dragon Age
- Horizon
- Stardew Valley
- GTA
(There’s more but i’m starting small)
TV Shows:
- It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia
- The Office
- Parks and Rec
(uhhh there’s more i’m just blanking rn)
Requests!!
you can make requests if you want, even if i won’t do them i’ll let you know. but i’m for sure not riding for fandoms i’m not in cause uh likw how am i supposed to write that?
Rules!!
Pretty simple, nothing like outright disgusting and like i said keep it in the fandom. Other than that just please be nice and respectful here. Even if you disagree with my takes or think i’m misinformed please just kinda educate and i’m willing to listen. we’re all growing and changing everyday, especially when we’re young :)
OH AND Arthur Morgan has been a father figure in my head for a long time so please no romantic requests for him, it icks me out. Father/platonic relationships i can do for him tho
~ early teen years + how he grew up kinda + general hcs + pictures + very long + angst ~
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So after Charles left his father when he was 13, the first time he tries to go into a town he qucikly realized just how unwelcome he was in this world when two grown men attack him based on his skin and race. Grown men attacking a child.
After this realization I think this is when he starts to develop more of survivalist skills, finding nature and the wilderness to be a more kind and fair opponent somehow. The animals that attacked him out here were looking for food to feed their bellies, not feed their hate.
However the world is oh so cruel.
(Now for context I kinda took this based on Noshir Dalal’s opinions. His whole post is a very interesting insight into Charles i recommend reading. I looked up if Charles could read and found it as a response on a reddit post if ur looking.)
One day he got captured no older than 15. Taken to a camp with soldiers and other native children like him. He was forced into clothing he didn’t know, didn’t like. He was talked to like he was lesser than, forced to sleep outside with other people he didn’t know. White soldiers watching over him.
We can see an old run down fort where I believe this happened given that Charles met the gang out in the Grizzlies area which is not terribly far from West Elizabeth. The fort was also clearly at least akin to one of the situations Noshir was talking about.
Despite the horrible situation he was in he’d often find himself in little hidden conversations amongst his fellow prisoners around him who had learned the ways of their people, feeling some connection to his mother again, the roots he missed and were actively trying to be ripped away from them all.
He already knew how to bead but had always struggled a little, his mother would always tell him he’d get better with practice and dedication. A kind young woman, closer to 18-20 had kindly offered Charles some tips that helped her when she first started that greatly helped Charles once he was out and free.
They developed a bond, her offering small teachings and lessons of her own tribe to him in moments where there weren't soldiers watching right over them. She had become like a big sister to him, someone who he could confide in and one of the only people he felt comfortable with in a long long time
His eventual freedom came at a cost. One night he had been eating the same old measly rations they were given every other night when all of a sudden he heard a commotion, another young man not much older than Charles but with a fiercer temper (who could blame him?) lashed out at one of the soldiers and soon everyone was fighting each other. After all this time being mistreated many had rage that just now was being released in a chaotic swarm of yelling, clattering, and bullets.
It's a all a blur, even in Charles memory. Within a moment he's been tackled and his fight or flight is kicking in. He's fighting back and struggling as much as he can but he's still just a boy, not having the strength or skill set he'd make sure to have later in life. And that cold cold blade was getting closer and closer to his throat.
He doesn't even realize he's gotten the knife from the man above him until he feels the body weight crush him and warm blood pooling on him from the soldiers neck. Then he’s quickly scrambling back.
His feet hit the ground and he's running as fast as he can, making it past those wooden walls for the first time in months. Though he can't appreciate it like he imagined, the dark makes it hard to see and the scenery whipping by in a blur.
Then he hears the screams and calls for help from his friend and his body is moving that direction without any thought. Apparently she had run and made it not too far from the fort before one of those uniformed men had chased after her and caught up.
Just as Charles stumbles upon the scene he hear's the gunshot go off and his body feels cold and hot at the same time. Like when you’re so cold it starts to burn your skin. He doesn't really come too again until the soldier's face is unrecognizable under his fist from all the blood. He releases a shaky breath, bloodied fist still raised at the man who was long gone. The man who had just ripped yet another person from his life.
He stands and stumbles back, turning to her body lay still and already getting cold. He quickly scoops up her body and tears fall down his cheeks he carries her away. He didn't really know why but he knew he couldn't leave her to lay there, even in his shaken brain.
He keeps walking for awhile until he collapses against a tree from exhaustion, still holding her close. He didn't wanna be alone right now and she was all he has had in a long time, even now lifeless he couldn't bear to let go, arms stuck like rusty metal that didn't want to move. Arms wrapping around her as he curls in on her, whispering shaky apologies and curses till the words don’t sound real anymore.
The massacre at Fort Riggs ended as soon as it began. The remaining soldiers were already burying bodies with the added insult of marking their graves only by the symbol of a god that was never theirs to begin with. So many innocents disrespected, abused, and slaughtered without so much as their name left behind.
Charles refused to let the same fate fall his dear friend. They all deserved proper burials but Charles focused what he could do. He found a spot overlooking the river. The same river he remembers her listening too in the late moments of the night.
He remembers her showing him a spot by the wall of the fort, were you could hear the water tumbling in the not so far distance if you were quiet enough. She had shown him in a moment of weakness, he had been up that night, crying silently with anxieties and troubles swarming his gut. She never asked anything of him, just sat and breathed with him, and offered silent comfort.
Here, over the river, he buries a proper grave, setting her carefully in there, with the gentleness of someone who cares. The sight of dirt covering her already paling skin causes tears to prick his eyes, this never should have happened. None of this should have ever happened. He learned that a long time ago, when he was a young boy and his kind, loving mother got taken for no reason other than her skin and beliefs/traditions/culture. He hopes his mother got a proper burial, whatever happened to her... He's smart enough to know her being alive anymore is unlikely.
He takes his time after burying this young woman, wanting to make her grave right in the way he knew how. Harvesting the skull of the man who had killed her, letting it dry out while he found the horns, wings, and took the time it took to make it all together. He wanted to send her off the right way, as best he could. As best as he could remember how to, from what she had told him and what his mother had told him.
It took a while after completing her gravesite but he eventually started moving out and moving onwards, towards the north, towards Grizzlies. Somehow he made it out alive, by all logic he shouldn't have. Sometimes he still thinks about it, the people he left behind, the people still being hurt right now and kills him just how little he can do.
(I know there are a lot of theories around Fort Riggs but this was what popped in my head when I was playing again recently and exploring around Fort Riggs. TBH i may come back and edit so If u have any tips/info/opinions that u think would help then lmk, this is my first time writing in a while and obviously I don't have the perspective someone who is actually native american/indignous so id love any feedback for accuracy. thank you for reading!)
