Red Dead Love

I will write and theorize and analyze the FUCK out of Red Dead Redemption II all damn day

[vanderlinde-gang]

Hello, dear! You've been visited by the random character question fairy! :D ~☆

What is the funniest/most light-hearted memory your character has? How do they feel about this memory (still funny, bittersweet, etc.)?

I’m not so sure about this one because I have several characters with many experiences like this. But I guess I’ll just tell of the one with Charisma when she and Huey was talking on the front steps while his little brother Riley was shooting hoops and then all of a sudden the ball bounced straight into his face and Charisma thought that was pretty funny. And for some reason, when she saw how expressionless Huey was, she thought that was even funnier. Huey’s seen it all before so he’s not phased by his brother’s goofiness. But charisma couldn’t stop laughing; she had started the most embarrassing laughing fit she’d ever had because at this point, Huey and Riley was looking at her crazy and that just made her laugh even more.

So at the end, it was embarrassing but still very hilarious to her when she thinks about it from time to time.

[elenafishersps1]

I love this screenshot because it just looks like Charles is looking right into the camera like, “what the hell have I gotten myself into, I barely know these people”

save him

[elenafishersps1]

one of the most important pictures I’ve taken of charles

[hipvanlinde-deactivated20260228]

Javier: *taps table*

Charles: *taps table back*

Arthur: What the hell are they doing?

John: I don't know.

Hosea: Morse code.

Charles: *taps table aggressively*

Javier, jumping up from his seat: YOU BITCH! YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

[scientificphilosopher]

“It hurts to live after someone has died. It just does. It can hurt to walk down a hallway or open the fridge. It hurts to put on a pair of socks, to brush your teeth. Food tastes like nothing. Colors go flat. Music hurts, and so do memories. You look at something you’d otherwise find beautiful–a purple sky at sunset or a playground full of kids–and it only somehow deepens the loss. Grief is so lonely this way.”

–Michelle Obama, Becoming

[vanderlinde-gang]

I'm Getting Better, But Its Still Not The Same

It's about to be 2 months since he died. I still miss him so fuckin much. Sometimes I wish I was dead. I dont understand living. But even tho the pain can be so unbearable at times, I know for sure he doesn't want me to join him. He told me that he wants me to keep living and he wants me to thrive. His death should be something to learn from. But what am I possibly learning from this? See, I knew there was something about him that my soul felt right about. But unfortunately, I wont ever get a chance to see those reasons unfold as to why I was so attracted to him. At least not in the physical. Spiritually that man touched me. He made me feel things that I've never ever felt before in real time. I'll never forget him. Never.

I feel his energy alot so I know he's still here. His life is different now and so is mine. I love him. But physically, I don't really understand any of this. I think about him every day and every night. I talk to him in my sleep and in my head. I write about him. I miss him. Shit....

[thefloorisbalaclava]

I’ve been thinking a lot about this post and decided to write something.

Arthur came to you late that night while everyone slept. He was tired and frustrated. His hair was disheveled from how many times he ran his hands through it. He knew you would be up.

The light from your lamp shined just enough for you to read the words on the page when he burst through to flaps of your tent. You jumped and nearly dropped your book.

“Christ …Arthur, you scared me half to death.” You looked up at him taking in his disheveled appearance. His eyes shone in the light from your lamp but this wasn’t the natural shine that was usually there in those deep blue eyes. “Arthur?”

“I…I didn’t know where else to go,” he started then his voice cracked. He walked further into your tent and then you saw it–the first tear. You sat up quickly and made your way to him. You touched his face and he leaned into your palm, squeezing his eyes shut.

Keep reading

[gangofgunslingers-deactivated20]

Loyal man

Made by rdr2allisvanty

[vanderlinde-gang]

Right Now, I’m Ok

Last Thursday, the man that I was starting to fall in love with died. He got shot, and out of all the people that was there and also got shot, he was the only one that died from it. I never got to tell him how I felt about him, I never got to know him like I wanted to. It was so sudden and unexpected. I’m still trying to wrap my head around this....

But still, I’m ok. I’m ok because I know he’ll be just fine and I will too. We’ll be ok and we’ll move on. He had a precious daughter he left behind. And who knows if we would’ve added a sibling into that picture. All I know is that I was going to fall in love for the very first time. I didn’t expect it to be with him either. I wasn’t initially attracted to him at first. When we first met, I kinda thought he was an asshole who thought he was too good or something....he was a particularly attractive guy to a lot of women and he knew that and he was used to that.

But after getting to really know a little bit more about him, I didn’t realize it at first, but I was at the early stages of falling in love with someone. And he never knew that. He never knew how much I cared for him like that. How I wished he’d be off them damn streets on those late nights probably fucking around and doing shit he wasn’t supposed to. I wanted him to be home with me so we could talk and get to know each other even more. I wanted to spend more time with him, like really get to know him.

Our time together was brief, but I always knew that we were going to meet up once again and chill together at some point. We always did. I knew I would see him again. But on October 3rd 2019 on a Thursday night, I was wrong. My whole life changed. Now I’m stuck with feelings that I don’t even know what to do with or where to go with them. My first love is dead.

He was definitely going to be my first love. He was probably going to be my child’s father. I had that feeling that it was bound to happen. I didn’t feel any death omens around him like I usually do with people who are to parish soon, I have a very high intuition. I felt progression from him, he was being a little more productive than most guys in his position were. He was at least trying.

But that last decision to go to that stupid party would cost him his life. His soul was beautiful, I swear it was. I wish something would’ve talked some sense into his beautiful stupid ass that night. Damnit. Why him? But I can’t keep dwelling on what’s already done. While I’ll have to move forward, I will never stop loving you.

R.I.P sweetheart....

[blatterburystreet]

Red Inktober Redemption Day 5: Poncho (aka an excuse to draw Javier)

[missus-marston]

New drawing of Charlesss! Prints are available here on my website, and there is also a process/tutorial video for how I created this piece on my Patreon!

[frognonbinary-deactivated202412]

me, a game dev who apparently has never seen a black person in my life trying to come up with black hair options for a game with customizable characters: hmmm….. AH YES. I GOT IT NOW

G E N I U S

[frognonbinary-deactivated202412]

like. okay fine, yes, maybe cornrows or box braids are just really difficult to do, i still have a shit time trying to draw them myself but there are….so many other kind of hair styles that you can do for customizable hairstyles that isn’t just a Circle Afro or Michhone’s Walking Dead Wig

take a look here:

These are just five hairstyles off the top of my head that i myself cycle through at least once a week !! look how cute and interesting they are! and if you’re worried about hair physics don’t worry! shit doesn’t move much unless you get it wet anyway! 

i am begging you game devs, please give me decent options for black hair, im tired of not being able to make an accurate self-insert

[eivor-wolfkissed]

Alien spaceships, Bigfoot’s corpse, full bodied apparitions, vampires sucking people dry in the streets. Arthur’s seen it all and yet after every single one of those interactions he just stands there like “Okay.” No mentioning it in camp. No confessing the wild shit he sees on his adventures, telling his friends about getting into a knife fight with an immoral being and winning just. “Sure. Okay.”

[gentle-outlaw]

[thefloorisbalaclava]

I feel like writing tonight. Throw any ideas you may have my way! ❤

[vanderlinde-gang]

Charles gets advice from Arthur when Arthur begins to notice him slowly falling for me. But then, something bad happens to me and it’s up for him, Charles and Javier, whom is also falling in love with me to go on this action cowboy filled adventure to rescue me. However, the conflict between Charles and Javier becomes very annoying to Arthur in to which he tries to resolve the issue, but in his very sarcastic nature. However, he’ll surely find out that the problem ain’t so easy to resolve which will leave him wondering. How did some of the most intimidating, rebel concrete outlaws he’s ever known, from the most dangerous, fiercest gang in the entire west, become so soft for a soft spoken sweet little country gal like me? What kind of woman was I? What could possibly be the reason I could make two grown men act like little boys? And that’s when he realized, that’s when he saw all the reasons, that even through all of this drama and chaos, he too, was falling in love with me.....

Yeah. I’m that type of gal......

(Edit): I forgot to make this a point: Arthur only tries resolve their conflict so that they can work together in order to successfully save me.

[wholesomecowboy]

I may be wrong, but is this different idle animation than what he normally does? I haven’t seen him use a flask before? Either way it’s really cute??? 

[wholesomecowboy]

There’s so much happening here- The Count going down and taking Dutch with him like the dramatic bitches they are, the boys looting the bodies, Javier immediately starts drinking and Dutch standing ontop of a box like he’s the king. 

[theunholyoutlaw-deactivated2020]

John and his imaginary cup, also hands. (More specifically fingers)