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marttapav · 11 days
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most important and beautiful woman ever
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nookuwa · 14 days
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I am alive, i was just cooking 🤠
I love them I love them I love them.
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noas-art · 2 months
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For a very late women's and mother's day post, I have decided to draw some of the red dead women
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Blessed to now have them in my sketchbook (i really hope I did them justice) :')
Once I have the time, I will add Sadie, Miss Grimshaw, Molly and Mary to my sketches too ♡
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arthursguns · 6 days
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Abi <3
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isopodcowboy · 3 months
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Rdr2 Sleep Heacanons Pt 2
Characters:Dutch, Eagle Flies, Abigail, Sadie, Micah
Part 1
Yall seemed to like the first part so here's another one, didn't know which characters to do so it's just whoever I had ideas for.
Sorry these are kinda short
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Dutch:
•Talks in his sleep, you can make out much of it but it's usually something along the lines of "faith" and "society"
•Constantly pushes people off the bed, not on purpose he just moves quite a bit
•Very vivid dreams
•Doesn't snore too often but when he does it's very hard to block out
Eagle Flies:
•The type of guy to be all ready for bed, literally laying down with his eyes closed and than get one thought that mildly pisses him off and now he's pacing around seething
•Probably takes him awhile to fall asleep just cause he's constantly thinking about shit
•When he finally manages to get to bed he tends to mumble a lot
•Likes to sprawl out on whatever space he's sleeping on, just finds it more comfortable than being curled up
Abigail:
•Light sleeper, she's used to waking up to care for Jack so she's pretty easily roused
•John steals the blanket like 90% of the time so she either cuddles closer to him (if they're on good terms at the moment 💀) or just steals it back, leads to a lot of moving around in the bed
•Used to getting pretty little sleep when Jack was young but when he's older she manages to get a lot more rest
Sadie:
•She's always had nightmares but after her husband died they increased ten fold
•Gets cold easily, either needs a bunch of blankets or will just curl up like a fucking gremlin to try and retain warmth
•Sleeps really quietly, like people don't know if she's dead or alive sometimes lmao
•Startles awake often, either from nightmares or just from hearing a sudden noise
Micah:
•Look me in the eyes and tell me this bitch doesn't kick in his sleep
•His dreams are weird as fuck, always wakes up confused from them
•Moves around a LOT
•Snores too
•F in the chat for everyone who shares a tent with him
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wintershazard · 4 months
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i can't get enough of this game
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Learning that John and Abigail cuddle when he goes to bed might make me actually return him at night so he can sleep in his bed with his wife every night.
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mauerspringer · 4 months
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Abigail saw this and went 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
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mossytines · 11 months
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THIS IMAGE IS EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY JOHN AND ABIGAIL IN AN OPEN RELATIONSHIP.
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(CREDIT TO @greasy.ass.kid ON TIKTOK FOR THE IMAGE.)
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thqueerestmf · 5 months
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It's you and me
➤ Jack is a newborn here.
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➨ She opened her eyes, confused and not knowing where she was standing (lying down actually). She looked around the messy cabin, she didn't remember much from the previous afternoon let alone how she got there.
Everything was blurry, and there were only fragments of what happened.
She was sitting next to Susan when she had begun to feel an intense pain in her belly, which stopped the entire group. Several went into crisis because they were in the middle of the fucking road and they didn't know if there was a fixed place in the surroundings.
She remembers Dutch ordering who she thought were Sean and Lenny (surely it was them, those two were always together) to look around, then sending Arthur because they were taking too long.
She barely remembers John's voice comforting her, but also her slapping his hands and yelling things like "Look what you put inside me!"
But she didn't remember anything else.
From what she saw, they found a place where she could give birth to her baby, which she didn't know if he was a boy or a girl, or if it was okay, or where it even was.
She tried to get up, but couldn't and whimpered, drawing Susan's attention, who was sitting next to the baby a few meters from her.
ㅡ You woke up ㅡshe smiled at her.ㅡHow do you feel?
ㅡ How would you feel after expelling something the size of a watermelon out of your body? ㅡshe answered tired.ㅡ Although, I'm thirsty.
ㅡ I'll bring something for that, but first, ㅡshe said, carefully grabbing the small thing that was stirring in a blanket that Arthur had been in charge of obtaining a few months ago.ㅡ You have to see this beauty ㅡshe walked over to place the child in her arms.ㅡ It's a boy, by the way.
ㅡ Oh... ㅡAbigail whispered holding him firmly.ㅡ It's... he's cute ㅡshe smiled a little adjusting the blanket away from the baby's face.
ㅡ Do you want me to tell the rest that you're awake? Do you want me to find John?
ㅡ I don't think he really wants to see me.
ㅡ He was very worried about you when you were in labor ㅡshe smiled.
ㅡ It's hard for me to believe you, although well... it happens to me for having continued being a prostitute.
It hurt Abigail to accept that John doubted the paternity of the child in her arms, but she couldn't blame him. Sure, her hookups with Dutch, Bill, and Javier left a lot to be desired, but she was sure he was Marston's, and she didn't know how to convince John of that.
ㅡ Don't you want anyone?
ㅡ No, just... I'll stay with him... ㅡshe whispered, carefully watching her son's face.ㅡ And I still want water...
ㅡ I'll bring a glass right away.
When Abigail was left alone with the baby, she reached up to his face and caressed his plump cheek with one finger.
She was a little old to have a child, it sounds ironic, but come on, in 1895 everyone got married at 14 and had their children at 15, she was 18, she could practically be considered an old spinster.
ㅡ It's you and me, and the camp, and I hope John, together against the world ㅡshe whispered. The boy's eyes were slightly open in her direction.ㅡ Please tell me you're not hungry, I don't know how to do those mommy things... it's my first time, okay? I'll need time to get used to you and vice versa... well... what shall we call you? mhm?
She analyzed his face carefully.
The baby still couldn't stop looking at her, his huge orbs were glued to her face. He looked at her like she was an angel sent from heaven.
ㅡ You don't have the nerve to be called Dutch, that's for sure ㅡshe laughed at her own comment.ㅡ Oh... how pitiful I am sometimes ㅡshe complained to herself.ㅡ Mhm... John Marston Jr... yeah, maybe be... although it would be a bit confusing... two Johns?
"Why I'm talking to myself?" she thought.
ㅡ Jack... you look like a Jack... right, Jackie?
She rocked him a little, returning to caress his cheek gently.
ㅡ He doesn't understand a single word from you ㅡa male voice was heard at the door.ㅡ How do you feel?
ㅡ Like I've been trampled by a horse, and believe me, I know what that feels likeㅡshe replied softly.ㅡ What are you doing here?
ㅡ I'm coming to see my son, or so I think ㅡhe whispered as he approached. He took a seat on the edge of the cot that Roberts was resting in.ㅡ It's cute ㅡ he said, looking at the infant's face.
ㅡ No, I just wanted to take a look at him, you know... see if he looks like me.
ㅡ It is ㅡ the young woman smiled.ㅡ Do you wanna carry him?
ㅡ John... I already told you, he's your son.
ㅡ I can't be sure ㅡMarston sighed.
Abigail looked away, she wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing her cry or vulnerable.
ㅡ You already saw that I'm fine, and you already saw his face. You can go, I'll feed him.
ㅡ It's not like I haven't seen your breasts ㅡhe scoffed.ㅡ Me and... half of the camp.
ㅡ Shut up and go away.
ㅡ Well, well, as you order.
When John left the place, Abigail let out a heavy, almost painful sigh.
ㅡ Okay, Jackie... what were we up to?
Little Jack didn't understand why the eyes of who seemed to be his mother were reddish, he was a baby, he clearly wouldn't do it. But he made a small sound with his mouth, indicating he was hungry, or so Roberts assumed.
ㅡ Well... let's learn how to do this, shall we? ㅡshe smiled a little, sadly.
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robleisdrew · 2 months
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evgar · 3 months
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save me hot butches
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nanaloopsy · 11 days
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“i always was a good thief.”
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art by Liam W. (@V762cas on twitter & @V762art on tiktok)
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hihomeghere · 26 days
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Yeehaw
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isopodcowboy · 3 months
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Rdr2 fidgeting headcanons
Characters: Kieren, John, Abigail, Sadie
How various characters fidget/little things I think they do without thinking
These are really short but they've been brewing in my head for a bit. Might do a part 2 if I get more ideas
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Kieren:
•Twirls his hair a lot
•Probably been doing it since he was young and it's just become a habit
•Tries to keep it on the down low though since he doesn't want other people to see him
•Has like one lil chunk of hair near his shoulders that's slightly curlier than the rest due to it
•Also bites his nails
Arthur:
•Bit his nails a lot during childhood but not so much anymore
•Picks at his handsa lot specifically his thumbs
•Taps his fingers when he's deep in thought
•Also taps his pencil when he's writing in his journal
John:
•100% was the kid who'd pick at scabs until they bled
•Still does it occasionally but Abigail tells him to stop whenever he tries
•Side note but I feel like when he first learned how to whistle as a kid He would. Not. Stop, took Dutch Hosea and Arthur ages to get him to stop
Abigail:
•Fiddles with fabric, she just enjoys the texture
•Like if she's zoned out she'll rub the ends of her sleeves or dress
•Does the same thing with blankets sometimes
Jack:
•Rocks back and forth when he's sitting, especially if he's reading a book
•has a lot of trouble staying still, has to at least tap his foot or move his toes
•Likes the feeling of fabric as well, usually messing with his sleeve
Sadie:
•Chews on her lip and the inside of her mouth a lot
•Probably doesn't notice unless someone points out that her lip looks a Lil messed up or if she looks in a mirror
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90% of this is just me projecting my autism onto them like a fucking laser beam and I apologize lmao
Thanks for reading
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beabees · 1 month
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she’s so pretty!!! and he’s there also i think!
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