Feb 9, 2025
No one can ever doubt that he's a Marston. Watch his angst grow with age. His brow only furrows more with the years. The snarling dog look is a John special.
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No one can ever doubt that he's a Marston. Watch his angst grow with age. His brow only furrows more with the years. The snarling dog look is a John special.
Kieran knew he was going to die, whether he gave up the gang or not. He was living on borrowed time.
So when the O'Driscolls captured him, tortured him for days, his decision to give up the location of the hideout was not one of self preservation.
He had already been beaten to death's door, eyes gouged, barely even alive. He knew he was going to die.
When he gave up their location, it was out of the hope that he could be buried. Not discarded by the O'Driscolls, in an unmarked grave, but buried proper, by the last people he considered friends.
Ultimately, the Van der Linde gang's first favour to him was letting him live, and their last favour was letting him rest.
I'm sorry guys I lied I can't physically do a backflip ill die
RIP MOLLY OSHEA YOU WOULD HAVE LOVED CHAPPEL ROAN MY LITTLE COMP HET GIRLY
This is as butch as a woman can get before you guys start getting scared
Silly AU idea I'm calling the pen pals AU.
Basically, The Narrator is the deity of stories/storytelling. He has long since been forgotten by the mortals, no longer worshipped by anyone. Stanley accidentally starts writing him letters. This happens because Stanley starts journaling, tucking away what he wrote in an envelope, and burning it. The wires get crossed somehow and the letters start arriving in The Narrator's domain.
The Narrator thinks this is intentional and that these are letters written to him, and is overjoyed he is not completely forgotten. He starts affecting Stanley's daily life in little ways, sometimes big things. Complains about his coworker in a journal entry? Misfortune befalls him. Stanley is clueless to this. Eventually The Narrator starts infiltrating his dreams and speaking to him, and writing stories for him to play out in his dreams. Hijinks and whatnot.
TL;DR Stanley suddenly falls into the odd company of eldritch deities beyond his understanding by accident.
"I can fix him" "I can make him worse" Stanley wasn't sure about either of those things, but he could definitely supply the narrator with a weed cigarette. Maybe that will help.