Rdr2 Multi Muse

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[whowewas]

This is a sideblog to @hardlcve. Any rules to be read, is pinned there. I do mulit-ship and I also write smut. If you cannot handle adult, mature themes, then do not follow. RL blogs - non writing blogs - do not reblog anything of my writings and do not interact with me. Those who interact MUST BE OVER 21!

RDR Canons:

Dutch Van Der Linde. He's a narcissist, selfish, greedy. He'll do what's best for his interest and coat it behind making it best for the gang. He will gaslight you, as he's never wrong. A man to not cross. // sociopathic dreamer

Karen Jones -[ CLOSED Until Further Notice ]

Bill Williamson A wolf in sheep's clothing. He's not the brightest and it shows. He's a brute so it's always best to not start a fight with him. He's also an alcoholic. A man to drink his thoughts and memories away. There's a rumor that Bill likes men but nothing has been proven. He's a type to speak before he thinks. // tag tbd

Mary-Beth Glasskill She's sweet, kind and a bit of a romantic. She's not dumb, even if her nose is stuck in a book. She cares a lot for the people, especially Jack. She's great at stealing, or pretending she needs help to steal. Ain't nothing wrong with baiting someone. Mostly sticks to the campsite, but always up for traveling to towns or seeing the world.

RDR Crossover:

Margaery Tyrell Step daughter to a man who's hoping to gain her inheritance due to her sick mother. Tywin, and he's close to Bronte. Her family owns the rights to the landscapes and plants around Saint Denis along with hoping to branch out. Margaery will not stand for it and will do anything to make him disappear, over time. Murder is too quick, messy. Her personality is cunning, manipulating and sweet. She's beautiful, delicate and wants what's best for her interest and of course, nature. // severity for greatness

Dr. Alphonse Renaud [ au with Dr. Facilier ] He's found in Rhodes by Arthur. Some bandits came and stole his medicine wagon. The thoughtful man, brings it back and he offers Arthur a reward in return. Wanting to stretch this muse, I have him as Dr. Facilier under another name trying to make a life for himself. Tryin' to be good- until he finds some friends on the other side.

tag drop below;

└─ out of character ─┐

└─ aesthetics ─┐

└─ music ─┐

└─ scenery ─┐

└─ visage ─┐

└─ promo ! ─┐

└─ passed out ─┐ [ crack tag ]

└─ꭗ tw: ꭗ─┐

└─ꭗ angst ♡─┐

[aalduin]

『 Assassin’s Creed Black Flag Resynced 』

[gunslingcr]

@whowewas asked: "Just you wait, my boy. Soon we'll see the blue skies of freedom with a ripe, round, fits in the palm of your hand--mango. I can taste it, smell it. Can't you, Arthur?" Dutch daydreaming again while Bill watches in the background. "The hell they talkin' about?" He murmurs while Dutch's fingers squeeze the nothing in his hand.

Arthur was getting sick of that same story over and over again, but what else did he have in his life? Dutch was the man he would follow for the rest of his life, no matter the mistakes he had done. He should be thankful, not complaining. Shaking his head to dismiss those thought, Arthur gave the other man a long sigh before nodding at him.

"Whatever you say, Dutch."

[whowewas]

"Hey Dutch!" Coming up after realizing what they are saying, thanks to Javier who walks by, the eager attention needing Bill walks up to the two. "I'm all for Tahiti. Tell me what we gotta do to get there."

"Arthur." Calm and collective. "Why don't the both of you go out hunting for some scores? Ain't nothing gunna be taking us to Tahiti if we're broke. Find something big, but don't bring attention to yourselves." He side eyes Bill who doesn't even notice.

Bill however, moves past them and heads to his horse. "C'mon Arthur! The camp ain't got all day." Suddenly he's acting like some sort of leader. Dutch, on the other hand reaches out to Arthur before letting him get away. A mere hand on the shoulder. He leans in, quietly. "Please, I beg you. Keep it quiet and if he acts out, leave him." If Bill got caught, it wouldn't be a bad thing, per say. Sure they'll get him out of jail but not after a few hours or so. Dutch is more than aware what an idiot Bill is yet somehow he's still around.

"I'm thinkin.. maybe we don't do a bank. A stagecoach is fine, I mean, if it got some rich lady folk in it. You just gotta keep it calm. We all know what you did last time."

[itspapillonnoir]

HORIZON FORBIDDEN WEST • SCENERY

[wintersongstress]

RED DEAD REDEMPTION II  • scenery [93/?] —Travels Through Big Valley, West Elizabeth

[rpclefairy]

more random sentence starters.

“that version of me is gone.”

“this changes nothing.”

“i was counting on it.”

“watch me.”

“it wasn’t like this before.”

“i can’t pretend anymore.”

“it’s a promise.”

“say it again.”

“don’t do this.”

“you’re late.”

“this is your last chance.”

“i made my choice long ago.”

“it was over the moment you left.”

“i had to see it for myself.”

“i’ve made worse mistakes than this.”

“you changed.”

“tell me the truth.”

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“you owe me.”

“you followed the wrong path.”

“this isn’t over.”

“i warned you.”

“you’re hiding something.”

“you’ll regret this.”

“they recognized the weapon before they recognized the person holding it.”

“is this a threat?”

“some things can’t be fixed.”

“help me understand.”

“it ends however you decide.”

“you don’t understand.”

“you can’t stop this.”

“you came back.”

“it doesn’t have to end like this.”

“you’re making a mistake.”

“we never make it out clean.”

“maybe it was the only one.”

“you remember me, don’t you?”

“you lied to me.”

“you’re shaking.”

“silence would have been kinder.”

“you shouldn’t have followed me.”

“i trusted you.”

“say my name.”

“i’m not afraid.”

“you knew, didn’t you?”

“is this goodbye?”

“things change.”

“you don’t have to be alone.”

“i mean it this time.”

“that was your first mistake.”

“you’re not who i remember.”

“we don’t have much time.”

“was any of it real?”

“that’s not what you said before.”

“listen to me.”

“and yet, here we are.”

“put it down before this gets worse.”

“look at me.”

“i regret a lot of things.”

“you’re bleeding.”

“i didn’t think you’d survive.”

“don’t say my name like that.”

“you knew i’d come.”

“maybe you never knew me.”

“why are you here?”

“you wouldn’t like it.”

“people like us don’t get happy endings.”

“you followed me into ruin.”

“before everything fell apart.”

“there’s always a choice.”

“we could still fix this.”

“you’ve said that before.”

“i never meant for this to happen.”

“you promised.”

“what did you do?”

“before you chose a side.”

“don’t turn your back on me.”

“before you betrayed me.”

“you shouldn’t have.”

“i’m trying to help you.”

“you’ve always known the truth.”

“say something worth hearing.”

“i’m not backing down.”

“help me, or get out of my way.”

“don’t be foolish.”

“you should have run when you had the chance.”

“i owe you nothing.”

“i had no choice.”

“i walked away when it mattered most.”

“i crossed a line i can’t uncross.”

“i remember you too clearly.”

“you still care?”

“i won’t say it again.”

[whowewas]

( @mistermxrgan to bill ) "what's with the Gelding tool? Planning to cut someone else's balls off?"

"Are you askin' Morgan? I didn't think you'd be the type to want your balls off. Ain't like you got Mary no more." Yeah low blow but he didn't care. Lot of them were mean to him, even Arthur. Besides, Bill hated Arthur to a degree. Always being Dutch's favorite. He laughs a bit then. " You ever see a man with no balls? The way they cry and scream, it's hilarious! "

[whowewas]

PSA URL CHANGE

its now whowewas

was too darn annoying tryin to find my tag amongst the others of the tumblr world.

[whowewas]

bill, why on gods green earth do you need hair pomade?

"Well, I..."

"It ain't none of your business." Quick to get defensive assuming he'll be made fun of, along with the long list he gets already. "I was just askin' if ya had any. Didn't know I'd be questioned like I'm some criminal or something!"

[neffilin]

[whowewas]

open;

"Come. You and I are going out hunting." He makes his way over to the Count. "We're gunna show them how it's done. How to make money and prove that we're not just here to sit around and waste away the day, breaking dreams!" He climbs into the saddle, awaiting for his new partner and crime to join before heading off into the dense forest to the clearing.

[mistermxrgan]

"You wanna go hunting?" Arthur was slightly caught off guard by this. Dutch usually made others go instead, so this felt unusual. The outlaw was having a growing suspicion that there was another motive for the move. Dutch had trusted him for many years, and Arthur himself was part of many of the previous plans. This would be no different.

Instead of questioning the reason, he decided to follow alongside him, and hopped onto his own horse. He could ask the important questions later. "Got a place in mind?"

[whowewas]

"Anything big enough to keep Pearson quiet." Mostly anyone who could complain, quiet. The ride began to be quiet at first, heading away from the camp of Clemen's Point and more along the lines of the trees towards the Gray's. "I am so sick of people talkin' and not walkin'. Best I show them how it's done. That I, their leader, ain't someone who just lays back and orders people around." Because that's how he's feeling with those looks lately.

He ties off the horse and climbs off. "I'm tired, Arthur. Tired of waitin' around, tired of the damn rumors, tired of runnin'. I need to get away. I need to breathe."

@mistermxrgan

[whowewas]

"You should have seen him! Droolin' like some rapid dog."

"Shut up, Marston." Bill quickly snapping at John's free will of a mouth. Each of them with a beer in their hand sitting across from each other of the poker table. Javier at one side, Sean at the other.

"I thought he was gunna start whimperin', beggin'.." He continues on as if Bill could even shut him down. The other two interested in this story a bit more then he would want. "You ain't saw nothin'. I just thought I saw someone from my past, is all..." Trying to save his hide but John saw right through it. John chuckles and continues on.

"You was and you still are." Feet resting under the table now flat on the ground, ready to leave this conversation. "Aye, so you got yourself a wee ole crush now, do ya? Blonde beauty, or a fiery red head?" A scoff, chuckle soon after. Sean's mouth was more trouble then John could be. Least the boy could be quiet after this moment but Sean? No he'll make sure the whole camp knows.

"This ain't worth my damn time." Finally having enough, Bill moves from the table and heads to another box of beer. Finishing one quickly just to start another and making his way far from the others towards the back of the house. The boys laughing in the distance and changing conversation soon after.

[whowewas]

bill.

breath of air leaving thin lips masked by a fluffy thick beard. he didn't understand why he had to even go to one of them shows. dutch like a father, eager and forcing his children to have a day out and enjoy the sun. the same ole sun that makes them sweat after taking a dip in the river. it would be obvious to anyone in saint denis that they didn't belong so he got them all suits, better than the tux he had worn for bronte. his hair aint slick back, just fluff under a hat. some small hat that made his head feel as if it was too big for it. the outfit he wanted would be maroon but he got teal and stuck out like a sore thumb. teal and brown, who decides these things?? either way, he's stuck like the rest, forced to watch a show. "C'mon everyone, don't be so gloom. Let's enjoy a day of enjoyment!" Dutch already smiling, and being louder than he should be. Micah's close trying to eat up the scent Dutch is spilling from his mouth and everyone else trailing behind. The girls left to defend the camp, whatever that means. "I ain't so sure why we gotta do this." Bill speaks up from behind but is ignored as usual. "Just suck it up Bill." Arthur tries to calm him down but the words aren't that comforting. However it's enough to shut him up. The show came, the show went and just how they entered, they left with Bill grumbling behind. "Well that was pointless." Another grumble. The lot of them moving through the lobby and Bill's shoulder bumps into another. He turns ready to say something sharp but finds himself losing the need to breathe. Her.

his face turning red, or was it blue? a shove to him, by one of his own only to cause him to cough, to breathe once more. she turns to face him and he can't speak. all he could do is swallow -- hard. "I .. I uh.." words impossible to gather. it's as if he's trying to speak for the first time in his life. trying to get words to form from the letters swirling in his mind.

she's beautiful, anything he could ever imagine. she's the devil in disguise, and he can't seem to pull away from her. he's an idiot. he could never get with anyone like her. he'd be putty in her hands, he'd be a waste of breath but he'd sure climb the highest mountain to see her, to hear her call him an asshole. "John, go get Bill." Dutch orders while keeping his favorite sons close. John, nods and heads back into the theater just to see Bill in awe. He snickers and decides to lean back, watching the scene fall apart in front of him.

@fromthehelm

[whowewas]

Well we're all wasted in a bar somewhere downtown When a man walks up and pokes me with a knife and says Man, I'm gonna send you to hell Well I took that knife, I stared him straight in the eyes, I said Oh, boy you better fuckin' run I've been sittin' here just a-slammin' down beers and Now it's time to have some fun Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh well he hit me hard, yeah he hit me good and Then I fell to the ground But I kicked him fast, I kicked him real swift and He came a tumblin' down He took a stab at me and nearly cut my gut but I kicked that knife to the floor Then I took his head and slammed it into the bar I don't think he'll come around no more

[whowewas]

HC.

John drunk is tempted to sleep with a lady of the night and then realizes (before any real thing happens ) that he loves another woman. Feeling this burn and realization he returns to camp only to have her pissed at him again and hes wondering why he even came back.

Bc the struggle is real.

[whowewas]

( open starter: muse john )

"If I'm such a bad man, then why ain't you gone to find someone for you and your son?" John exhausted by her constant yelling. Looking at Abigail in the eyes was pointless and she wasn't even of any interest. He just wanted her to go, to leave and not come back. Nights would come where he'd regret returning home but this is his home, he doesn't have anything else. nor did she. "Ours!" Abigail yelled the words back at him, quickly before he could say anything else. The way it would cut through the conversation. It gave him a halt and he could hear the anger and sadness hidden within that very word. The woman claims her love for him but how could he even see it with the abuse she constantly gives him. All this for a son that ain't his. Ain't it? There's a pit in his stomach. An ache making him feel guilt creeping up his throat, that it may actually be his but he's quick to swallow that feeling down. "It don't matter, Abigail. You want better, go get better and leave me the hell alone!" She unable to say anything else groans loudly, fists at her sides as she turns to storm off. John, however, loses interest in his book and tosses it on the grass just to storm off as well but in a different direction. He sees [ you ] and grumbles. "Let's go out for a ride. I need to shoot something before I shoot someone." His anger trying to get the best of him. Jack may be young but he didn't deserve to be an orphan.

[whowewas]

"you always got somethin' to say, don't ya, john? ain't never worth much hearin' though." arthur to your possible john.

Tilt of the hat, casting a dark shadow over his eyes and nose. Keeping that look of annoyance hidden from Arthur's eyes. That sign of defeat, that reminder that he's not enough. Lips part, voice chords sounding as if he's in a need of water. Rough, rugged and tired. "I ain't worth hearin' but you sure as hell enjoy talkin' to me either way." Just like that damn woman, Abigail. Always runnin' her mouth finding a way to ruin his day. He grunts, the exposed skin of his cheek, leaving a haunting reminder with a sting, a throb. Those damn wolves, his poor horse. If it wasn't for Arthur, well.. "Why don't you go run after Dutch. He sure enjoys you, for whatever reason." Last words, quiet, mumble if anything. Ain't like he's jealous, or was he? Just left to rot - bruised and not the favorite anymore.