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MY BLESSED SON
Independent, selective, mutuals and 20+ only. JACK MARSTON of the RED DEAD REDEMPTION universe. As written by Percy ( He/Him, 21+).
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Where should you be kissed
Palm
You give and give. You are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. You deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.
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It will never be any easier for Jack to see and hear Arthur cough. Sure, he remembers some of it from way back when, but that doesn't matter much. He's glad Arthur is able to take it slow now, he vaguely remembers how he'd push himself because old Uncle Dutch said so.
Jack tilts his head ever so slightly, trying to wrap his mind around what Arthur just said. He figured the old gunslinger would like having his belongings returned to him, turns out Jack was wrong. "I found it while I was going through Pa's things, I was surprised to find it there. I thought I could wear it for... For a while." He wasn't going to say how it hurt him to even think of wearing his father's clothes. So, he settled on a mix of the two most important men in his life. And he especially wasn't going to admit he wore it specifically during his search for Ross and for his death.
"I know the jacket's old, you had it when I was a kid. I uh... I took care of it. Ma taught me how to sew just in case. The right sleeve almost fell off once though -" Before he could even continue, he was stopped in his tracks by Arthur's praise. A part of him hoped he could make them all proud. Hosea, Arthur, his parents. And to hear Arthur say that the jacket suited him, well, that was the closest he could get right now.
"I promise I'll take care of it. 'Sides, if you're in need of a jacket, Pa left a few I could give ya. I think one of 'em was Mister Pearson's? Y'know, denim jacket, a bit worn down? I dunno how that ended up with Pa but, it's there if you want it."
Having Arthur back and living in Beecher's Hope was certainly not what Jack expected when he rode back to the ranch a few months ago but hey, he wasn't complaining. God knows he could use the companionship, and having someone who knew him and his family from before certainly helped. Arthur, much like Charles had been for his Pa, proved to be an unshakable pillar of strength and both of them were, slowly but surely, rebuilding their home.
Still, Jack had noticed that Uncle Arthur was missing a few things. He'd already given back his hat, pulled it straight out of his Pa's old chest that he'd kept in their room and handed it back with almost reverence. But there was something else missing. Something that Jack wore every day since he turned nineteen. He'd taken good care of that waxed canvas jacket, he'd sewn it back together when it tore, cleaned it to the point it almost shined and in return, that jacket had sheltered him from the elements. Almost like a guardian angel.
Jack cleared his throat to announce the fact that he was standing behind Arthur and, after a few seconds had passed, he spoke.
"Uncle Arthur? I been meanin' to ask, you want your jacket back? I've kept it in good shape these past few years. I figured you'd want it back, seein' how you're back an' all that..." He let that statement hang in the air. He was still a bit unsure on how to speak to the older man.
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#redemn#˖ ✦ ⋄ . REMEMBER MY FAMILY ❝ 1914 ❞#J.ack owning all of A.rthur & J.ohn's clothes somehow makes a lotta sense to me lmao#ALSO that jacket! I love and hate it#LET THEM BE HAPPY AND LIVE IN PEACE
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Alpha mode🐺
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Jack was a well-read and well-travelled young man. He'd seen all of Lemoyne, New Hanover, Ambarino, New Austin and Mexico, and he'd never seen clothing quite like what the stranger in front of him wore. It looked like it'd be right at home with the clothing one would wear to explore the Grizzlies rather than the warmer climate of the Great Plains. He was curious as to why this stranger decided to talk to him, she didn't appear to be that much older than him, maybe mid to late twenties?
"Excuse me, miss? Ma'am? Don't mean to be rude but, d'you need somethin'? Or is there anythin' I can help you with?" His curiosity was piqued and, well, if he could help out then he would. It just felt right to him.
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#wolfkcst#˖ ✦ ⋄ . REMEMBER MY FAMILY ❝ 1914 ❞#Here you go! Hope this is alright!#Lmk if you need anything changed
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Y'all, I was watching the T.erminator movies and I literally just thought about how cool and interesting it'd be if Jack somehow got thrown back to 1899, and he did his absolute best to use his knowledge of the future to try and avoid as many deaths as he possibly could.
Jack playing the role of Kyle Reese is just so interesting to me! Plus, the fact that he'd get to see sides of his family that he wasn't privy to on account of being a 4-year-old. Like, off the top of my head, H.osea and Lenny would be on top of his list. Arthur ofc he'd do his damnest to at least help him through his TB or, and this is the best part for me, J.ack getting into a fight with M.icah. Cause at 19, Jack is THE fastest gun in the West soooo...
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in another universe, i get to save you. you’re still alive.
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Arthur always says I'm 'lucky' 🐺
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Little baby boy. Baby boy
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my name is jack marston
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Ah. Regis already knew him so well, he knew Jack would protest as soon as he had the opportunity. Truth be told, space and room was something that Beecher's Hope had in spades, what with Jack being the sole occupant and all that. He'd been considering getting a dog, both to keep the property safe and for the company. He'd always had a soft spot and affinity for dogs... God, he misses Rufus and Cain. He's already going off on other things. He snaps his attention back to the present.
"Well, I had a lot of time for self-reflectin' while I was down in México." It's almost effortless for him pronouncing the name with the same kind of intonation, not pronouncing the X. That always bothered Agustin, he'd been proud and glad when Jack finally got it right that he brought out a bottle to celebrate, they still can't remember much of that night. "Now you're soundin' like my folks. Tellin' me I'm so smart for my age." It's not said in annoyance but more like fondness, he remembers his Pa's look of pride when he caught Jack reading to his Ma once. Then they went out to check the surrounding are of the property just in case.
"Yeah, they always wanted better for me. Still, my Pa would've laughed if he knew I lived in México. Hell, he would've asked me to tell him where we could shoot some doves, quail, waterfowl, and even pheasants, we would've made a trip out of it. Pa sure liked shootin' at things." He remembers that last comment, 'people like shootin' at them things.' Hard to argue with that, Jack sure did enjoy hunting game.
Jack rummaged around in his satchel, he's sure he still had some meat from the last time he went out hunting. That damn Grizzly was tough, but the young Gunslinger loves a challenge. When he finally finds the piece of meat still wrapped in butcher's paper, he holds it out for Regis. "Want some food? I can cook it up, I think I still got some seasonin' on me… Somewhere in here."
Would he settle down? That question had plagued the late John Marston for a good few years before he bought Beecher's Hope, and now it plagued his son. A part of Jack wants to say yes, after all, his parents, Uncle Arthur and Uncle Hosea had hoped Jack could and would be better than they were. An academic rather than a rough and tumble gunslinger who drifted from place to place. 'Funny how life works' he thought with a humorless chuckle. And yet, his gaze goes to the dark brown leather gunbelt next to him. Its carved rose pattern was a juxtaposition between violence and beauty.
"Y'know I don' mind the contemplative mood. But that's a hell of a question you jus' asked." Jack takes a deep breath, trying to get his thoughts in order. "I used to have a reason for not putting my gun down." Ross was dead now, Jack had emptied the magazine of that damn gun his Pa had been given. All eight rounds straight into Ross' head and it fixed nothing. That hadn't answered the question. Jack was rambling.
"I guess I would put down my guns when I feel satisfied. I want to see more of the world, learn more. My folks would have agreed with you. My Pa said I could make our farm the nicest in the county, and my Ma said I could be a writer. I might just do that one day." He could write something special. Something to make sure folk knew that Arthur Morgan and John Marston had been good, if troubled, folk rather than the monsters the Bureau had made them seem like… And maybe add a final insult to Edgar Ross' legacy.
"You got a room at Beecher's if you'd like. Might not be as fancy as some places you've been to, but it's a nice place. The view at night and the sunrise? Cannot be beaten."
#godefris#˖ ✦ ⋄ . REMEMBER MY FAMILY ❝ 1914 ❞#˖ ✦ ⋄ . I'M JOHN MARSTON'S KID! ❝ IC ❞#Alrighty here we go! A bit more lore on J.ack's time in mexico!
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Having Arthur back and living in Beecher's Hope was certainly not what Jack expected when he rode back to the ranch a few months ago but hey, he wasn't complaining. God knows he could use the companionship, and having someone who knew him and his family from before certainly helped. Arthur, much like Charles had been for his Pa, proved to be an unshakable pillar of strength and both of them were, slowly but surely, rebuilding their home.
Still, Jack had noticed that Uncle Arthur was missing a few things. He'd already given back his hat, pulled it straight out of his Pa's old chest that he'd kept in their room and handed it back with almost reverence. But there was something else missing. Something that Jack wore every day since he turned nineteen. He'd taken good care of that waxed canvas jacket, he'd sewn it back together when it tore, cleaned it to the point it almost shined and in return, that jacket had sheltered him from the elements. Almost like a guardian angel.
Jack cleared his throat to announce the fact that he was standing behind Arthur and, after a few seconds had passed, he spoke.
"Uncle Arthur? I been meanin' to ask, you want your jacket back? I've kept it in good shape these past few years. I figured you'd want it back, seein' how you're back an' all that..." He let that statement hang in the air. He was still a bit unsure on how to speak to the older man.
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#redemn#˖ ✦ ⋄ . REMEMBER MY FAMILY ❝ 1914 ❞#˖ ✦ ⋄ . I'M JOHN MARSTON'S KID! ❝ IC ❞#HERE U GO! Have some soft feels
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Jack was no stranger to weird things. His whole life was testament to that. He had a penchant for fantasy novels, he'd read the odd horror novel here and there, one such story having something to do with a brave man fighting off a mysterious curse in an attempt to save his family. But of course, those were just stories, they weren't real. He never expected to run into a creature straight out of his books... His Pa would've found it hilarious, he was certain.
How does he know that the man before him is a creature out of his books? Simple. Jack had just fanned the hammer of his Pa's old Schofield, all six rounds straight to the chest... And the Stranger was still alive.
'Well... Shit.' Was all that he could think at the moment. Still, he could at least try to be nice. "So, partner... Care to explain' why you ain't on the ground and how you still kickin'? Far as I know, you shouldn't be movin'." Famous last words right there.
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#endbite#˖ ✦ ⋄ . REMEMBER MY FAMILY ❝ 1914 ❞#˖ ✦ ⋄ . I'M JOHN MARSTON'S KID! ❝ IC ❞#Here it is! Hope this works!#I kinda had to guess with a few things#If you need anything changed just lmk!
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It'd been quite a while since the days of the old Van Der Linde gang, eighteen years to be precise. Jack hadn't seen many, if any, surviving member of his adopted family since that day back when he was a four-year-old. And even then, those memories were hazy as hell. He remembers Miss Tilly taking him away from camp when the Pinkertons raided the place. He remembers Uncle Arthur telling him to be brave and after that being reunited with his parents. That's about as far as his memory will allow him to recall.
So imagine his surprise when he ran into Miss O'Shea down in Blackwater. He was sure it was her, after all, he hadn't met many people with hair as red as hers. Not even Sean had hair that red. Jack took a deep breath and after making sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him, he approached her.
"Excuse me, Miss? You Molly? Molly O'Shea? I think you knew my Pa-" And Uncles and Aunts, and his whole family really. "I'm Jack. Jack Marston... It's been a while, Miss O'Shea." Better to fess up now rather than play the guessing game. He was never one for the long game.
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#svnbleach#˖ ✦ ⋄ . REMEMBER MY FAMILY ❝ 1914 ❞#˖ ✦ ⋄ . I'M JOHN MARSTON'S KID! ❝ IC ❞#Here we go! Hope this is okay!#If you need anything changed lmk!
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Alrighty! I'm feeling confident enough to post my first ever STARTER CALL!
You know how it goes, hit the heart for a starter of VARYING LENGTH. Multi-muses please specify which character the starter is for as well as a specific verse (if you got any, if not, that's okay!)
I'll cap it at 10 for now!
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Alrighty! I'm feeling confident enough to post my first ever STARTER CALL!
You know how it goes, hit the heart for a starter of VARYING LENGTH. Multi-muses please specify which character the starter is for as well as a specific verse (if you got any, if not, that's okay!)
I'll cap it at 10 for now!
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SEND “ ✿ ” FOR 2 HEADCANONS FOR OUR MUSES’ RELATIONSHIP // Always accepting
OKAY, OKAY, I GOT SO MANY but I GOTTA narrow it down.
1: While John & Jack's relationship is undeniably strained due to John's absence during Jack's early years, plus the whole "He's not my son" thing in 1899, but despite that, Jack genuinely loves his father, and it shows in the way Jack does things to connect with John or to get him to notice him (aka the whole 'going to hunt a bear thing'). Despite Jack's love for books, I can see him asking John to go out hunting or for John to offer to teach Jack stuff. It's their awkward way of saying "I want to spend time with you, I want to know you."
2: Jack takes a lot after Dutch and Arthur, that's a fact. But whether John likes it or not, Jack definitely took on a lot of traits from him. Their death seeker tendencies (as implied by his dialogue in gunfights. As he will usually shout something along the lines of “Go ahead! I got nothin’ to live for!”), their hair-trigger temper (which is usually of the more calm and collected variety since they rarely raise their voice or lose their calm) and finally, their skills. Jack is just as good as John was, or even better.
All in all, Jack is a carbon copy of John but with Arthur thrown into the mix. As an adult, he has his father's looks and personality but Arthur's intelligence. Even his default outfit is a combination of the clothes John and Arthur wear; the hat, shirt and belt are John's, while the brown/beige jacket, black pants and boots - while not an exact match - seem to be based on Arthur.
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