12 years old John Marston
Sooo, I’m really starting to love the headcanon that 10-12 years old John (or: after he escaped the orphanage) was more or less feral. Which translates in my mind as: preteen John is like a wild cat that will absolutely bite and claw his way out of a fight. Add a bit of a Toothless mood for additional cute-but-deadly points.
As for the portraits: Top left is how I imagine him if being threatened (he totally hisses, thinking he’s bigger and scarier than he actually is). Top right is him having that dark, observant look when he’s planning his move in order to steal something, hopefully unnoticed.
Bottom left is him having a mildly annoyed pout after someone called him “kid” (he hates being called kid), Bottom right is prompted by @thecrimsonvalley: “John does the tongue bleep” (in which he just tasted coffee and wonders if this is the best or worst thing he’s ever tasted). He still does it after being saved by Dutch and Arthur finds it incredibly funny. As it keeps happening every now and then, Arthur calls his name and John looks up at him, still bleeping, eyes wide open. More than once, John has thrown his cup at Arthur’s face for laughing but Arthur just can’t help it.
