#rdr uncle

[marstonsboy]

i can’t think about jack marston without nearly crying over just how sorry i feel for him. like, i’m sorry you were only four years old when the admittedly unstable support system you had fell apart. i’m sorry you didn’t have a real, permanent home until you were twelve, and i’m sorry you only got four years before that too was ripped away from you. i’m sorry you felt that you had to prove yourself otherwise your father would leave again like he’s done multiple times before. i’m sorry you felt so inferior you were unable to believe that your parents loved you so much and would have done anything for you. i’m sorry you had to pick up a gun and shoot at people at sixteen and kill a man for the first time at nineteen. i’m sorry you watched uncle die then watched your mother lose herself to grief over your father’s corpse, riddled with bullets in front of your home. i’m sorry you had to bury your mother only three years later. i’m sorry you lost your family and yourself and willingly threw your life away so young in the name of revenge no one wanted you to seek. i’m sorry you ended up all alone and grew up to be exactly the man your family did everything to save you from becoming. i’m so sorry jack marston.

[rvstystar]

she red on my dead till i redemption

[ameliathefatcat]

The names of mounts appear in different ways in my high school au

Students

Charles calls his car Taima

Sean has a pet ferret named Ennis

John calls his favorite bong Old Boy

At his mom’s Lenny has a pet cat named Maggie

Sadie calls her wheelchair Bob

Bill’s Great Dane is named Brown Jack

At home in Mexico, Javier has a pet roster named Boaz

The only of the mounts who’s still a horse is Branwen, and that’s because he’s Kieran’s therapy horse

The brand of Karen’s favorite vapes is Old Belle

Staff

Mr Matthews’ ancient cat is named Silver Dollar

Mr Van Der Linde has a white dog named The Count

Mr Trelawny uses the name Gwydion when he DMs for the D&D club

Uncle calls the rats he lives with Nell (with various numbers)

Mr Bell’s rottweiler’s name is Baylock

Maybe Arthur calls his truck Boadicea but idk

[millies-artblog]

Jack drawing the gang

[khlorhine]

undead nightmare with my oc and older jack...

[red-dead-simp]

[beekenobi]

Undead Nightmare be like…

John loves his family so much! They probably just have a fever…

[galacta-phantasma]

The faint chirping of crickets could be heard as another day at Beecher's Hope drew to a close. Most of them live on the property, but those that don't visit so much that they might as well be.

Everyone's crammed into the main house tonight. Javier is playing a gentle melody on his guitar. Next to him, Kieran is building up the courage to ask Javier to teach him how to play, eyes darting between his nimble fingers and serene face. Mary-Beth, Lenny, and Jack are discussing the books they've read recently, the elder two of the trio helping Jack write his first short story. Closer to the corner of the room, Sadie is telling Charles and Arthur how her latest bounty nearly ended with her being catapulted into a river. Amelia - Abigail's spitting image - sits in her grandpa Hosea's lap, babbling logical nonsense the way only a 3 year old could, and he nods along as if she's telling him the world's darkest secrets. Tilly and Karen swap parenting tips as they sew, and Sean, sitting on the floor, is "helping" by adding a drop of blood to every lopsided stitch he makes.

In the kitchen, Molly, Pearson, and Abigail are arguing loud enough to shake the roof as Bessie and Jenny watch on placidly, poker game forgotten, only willing to step in should things come to blows. Jenny flagrantly fans herself with the cards Bessie slipped her. They've yet to notice. Uncle's been passed out for a few hours now, and Grimshaw is beginning to attempt to herd everyone to bed for an early morning none of them are rushing to meet.

And John? He's happier than he thinks he's ever been, hiding his big goofy grin behind his hat, chest fit to burst with all the love in his heart.

...and then he wakes up alone, in an empty house, in a different country. The only noises are the faint creaks of the house settling, the slight shuffle of blankets, and his own breathing. For a brief, selfish moment, he wishes he hadn't.