#rdr shitpost

[mileygoneblogger]

[velveteenoutlaw]

me and the bad bitch i pulled by beating up their art critics

[pheracy]

Someone better write some Dutch Van Der Linde headcanons before I write them myself cuz damn I love this man 😩

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Smooth

Summary:Your more than just a criminal, your a smart one. No recklessness with you

Type: Scenario:??:Arthur Morgan & GN!Reader

Verison:rdr2

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"How'd you do it?"

Arthur looks at you, the one person in this camp who actually looks out of place. You look sweet, young, noble even. People don't see you as a criminal- not even a horse rider half the time. You can walk into a town and rob them clean and everyone still loves you. He's watched you walk past people who have hunted him and other camp members for their bountys- your like butter, slipping through every crack like it's nothing, slipping through obstacles and dodging bullets by walking straight into them.

"Mm? What do you mean?"

You turned to Arther, furrowing your eyebrows at him. He could mean maybe things, theirs more than one thing you do. You fish better then him, hunt small creatures, smooth talk people, kids, theirs so much he could be talking about. It's not that your better than him, just a tad bit smarter.

"You...your so damn good at bein' a criminal. How? It's like your made for this, but you only joined us last year at least"

Arthur seemed actually frustrated by this. He's had to kill so many people because of this line of work, and you practically just smooth talk them into killing themselves. There zero trace of you anywhere- while he's fighting bountys off his hat. With a hum you looked forward again at the lake. You two and gone hunting and where currently camping out. It was just you and him. And... actually kinda nice. Arthur doesn't talk to much alone, just a few things here and there. The silence of nature was lovely.

"Well...when you think before hand it helps a lot. But, I just understand the brain, Arthur. When you know more it helps out a lot. Its why I can hunt and fish better than you too"

Arthur huffed, finding your words a little annoying. He wasn't stupid, just reckless sometimes. And even then it's not often. Arthur thinks things through, so why are you still so much better than him? What's he doing wrong.

"I ain't stupid, so yeah are you so much better. Why don't you get hunted like me?"

Your chuckle pissed him off a little, looking at you with a small frown. When you looked over at him, all smug with a big ol' smirk he wanted to just go to bed. He hated talking to smug people.

"When you look less rugged and like a beast people see you less as a threat. You big Arthur, bigger than me. And I have a more...gentle approach to things."

Arthur relaxed abit. As much as he hated that answer, you were right. He was a much easer threat then you, if he didn't know you then he might've just waved you off. It's a good thing you went to Dutch instead of him, Arthur would've ignored your request with how small you were. When you shifted Arthur looked back over at you, noticing the more sad look in your eyes.

"you see, I grew up poor. Got use to using my innocent look to get things. People saw me and women pitied me, gave me things. And when I realized everyone looked at me and just saw a kid, I started to steal."

Arthur hummed, liking that answer much more then you just getting the people. But still, he wanted to smack that smug look off your face- only because of how smug you were, not you, he just hated that smug look. Arthur has come to enjoy putting smug people in their place, it's more fun when his not target is a smug bastard.

"I just learned that when you look sweeter, less healthy the people are less likely to question you. I mean, why would a brittle person kill a brute? Doesn't make any sense."

No wonder you looked like you'd snap. You weren't necessarily skinny- well, that he could see. Your clothes much bulk you up abit, you just had that look of weak bones that he didn't understand. There was always something about you- something that made him tick. Not in a bad way, he didn't dislike you like Micah or Bill. Arthur was just a little frustrated with how well you do when you've barely been with them- to him this is your first time. But there's so much he doesn't know.

"we should sleep, there's a elk we gotta hunt for the camp. Good night Arthur"

Arthur made no move as you stood up, walking over to your tent to snuff out the oil lamp and adjust your bedroll.

"Yeah, we should. Night, Kid"

There was a grunt behind you as Arthur stood up. He waited until you laid down before putting out the fire and snuffing his own oil lamp. It wants to cold so he wasnt worried about his blanket. You were definitely an odd person, so much to discover- and to much for his impatience ass.

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[A/N:Red Dead has been eating away my brain cells guys. I hope you enjoyed]

[iicaru2]

i frequently spend several ingame days at a time doing challenges, stranger missions, or various compendium stuff for 100% completion, and i can’t help but imagine that every time john returns home he has a new, even more stupid sounding excuse for abigail as to Why.

she probably (rightfully so) asks where the hell he’s been off doing god knows what instead of Raising your son, John Marston, and he sputters some nonsense like “Sorry, darlin’, spent a few nights sleeping outside a run down fort in Lemoyne shooting birds out of the sky” or “Was watchin’ a real annoying fisherman get killed by a catfish” or “Almost fell off a cliff lookin’ for dinosaur bones for a crazy lady” and other dumb shit that no sane person would believe. but the dumbest part is that every single word of it is true and he comes home with physical evidence to back it up.

[marstonsboy]

in my heart jack stims by cracking his knuckles except he has the unholy combo of resting bitch face (scary) and being the spitting image of his father (scarier) so doing this accidentally scares the shit out of people and/or gets him into several fights slash duels that could have otherwise been avoided

[kapilesque]

i had too much time in my hands (i didmt)

[hurdyshauntedplace]

Un meme de RDR, pidan un deseo.