#vandermarston

[urban-mutt]

a secret mission fail screen from rdr one :0

full in source⬇️⬇️⬇️

[pasta-pardner]

attack dogs shouldn't bite the hands that feed them

[vandermorgans]

WE HAVE FINALLY WON PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!! RDR1 DUTCH EATING JOHN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[storytellering]

Nice dogs you've got there, Mr. Van Der Linde

[mortionsickness]

I know you

[fiiiiin]

Why did I only JUST learn that “Everyone thinks you’re Dutch’s pet” IS ACTUALLY CANON???? And up until this point I thought it was just a fucking fan trope because of course John is Dutch’s favorite dog; the way Bill literally says this to him in camp got me ashdkfklskalajsksb

[rott3nlamb]

morston just hurts sooooo good if they never even fucked each other and the only bit of intimacy they’ve ever shared together is arthur locking eyes with john through the cut linen of dutch’s tent — john’s eyes are hollow, wet with tears and red with a young boy’s rage, his jaw is slack, bleeding strangled hymns, his darkly shining hair is splayed over the cot, forms a twisted halo around his skull — arthur feels sick, wants to gag, almost does, wants to run and he almost does that, too, but he can’t bear to leave john alone like this, wonders how many times he’s been alone like this — with dutch — and when dutch hunches forward to run his hand over john’s chest and grasp at his throat his wide frame shadows john, swallows him all up until arthur can only see dark shimmering eyes peering up at him over dutch’s shoulder, refusing to look away and it all makes him feel deathly ill, stomach twisting, the stench of rot in his nose and when john cries and cries and dutch groans, hitches himself flat to john and holds fast there, lips twitching into a smirk, heaving with pride, arthur trembles with anger — fists clenched at his sides, fingers twitching because he can’t decide whether he wants to beat dutch to a bloody mess of fractured bone and mush or fire into him until his body is so full of holes that’s it’s nearly shredded in half — but he just keeps watching and he hates himself for it, and when dutch finally lifts off the boy and moves across the tent and john stays there, torn and shivering, glistening with sweat and tears and perversion, warmth, not hate, not fear, fucking warmth returns to his eyes that never once strayed from arthur’s.

[notwithoutsins]

We always talk about Arthur and Dutch (because why wouldn’t we?) but I think John really is Dutch’s focal point in ways that the second game doesn’t really get across apart from in a few camp interactions (“I know you” and “Let me do the thinking” “And i just do the hanging?” “You just do what i tell you” and “i ain’t ever gonna leave you son, don’t you ever leave me. knowing that is paradise” really stand out here as obvious choices). Like John was described in the game of the year edition of the rdr1 guidebook as Dutch’s “greatest success and ultimate undoing” and we just need to sit with that a moment. His greatest success? His ultimate undoing?

Long after the insanity and the bloodlust and whatever else set in, it was John who was the reason he died. It could’ve been Arthur and it could’ve been the Pinkerton’s or the law or anyone, but it was partially John and partially himself and that in of itself is solely John!! John has never been anything without bits of Dutch instilled in him I am dragging my hands down my face guys I will come back to this thought later.