#van der linde

[galileosyeast]

drunk arthur just 4 u <3

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[pey0te]

𝐑𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.

#rdr2 #rdr #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #red dead 2 #red dead #red dead redemption #rdr hosea #hosea matthews #rdr2 dutch #dutch van der linde #vandermatthews #van der linde #dutch x hosea #hosea x dutch

[scarfacemarston]

I don't think I've heard this one before.

#rdr 2 #hosea matthews #dutch van der linde #van der linde #red dead redemption 2

[thisisntmybedroom]

Black Rainbows

After a blossoming romance over the years, the two partners found themselves fathering two children. As troublesome as fathering two kids were, they found it worth every moment. Even if Arthur tried to drown his younger brother John.

Colorized ;)

#red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #vandermatthews #john marston #rdr #miracle musical #black rainbows #van der linde gang #van der linde #hosea matthews #rdr2 #rdr2 art #dutch x hosea #hawaii: part ii

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

Dutch: Woooow since when did you became so toxic Hosea? Smh, you're such a hater.

Hosea: ... I just said we shouldnt rob the biggest bank in Saint Denis-

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[lambda-serpentis]

It's worse than shit actually

#red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #van der linde #rdr2 #red dead redemption #rdr 2 #rdr meme #arthur morgan

[rommiesart]

After a few long months, I finally finished this illustration - Arthur Morgan and John Marston from Red Dead Redemption 2

#myart #art #drawing #artist on tumblr #digital art #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #john marston #rockstar games #red dead community #fanart #wild west #cowboy #outlaw #illustration #procreate art #van der linde

[roamingtigress]

Arthur: *gets punched out by a possessive Hosea for staring at Dutch for too long, still keeps singing*

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[skylarisaverage]

javier hc i just thought of

HEAR ME OUT Y'all know the ghost of Bluewater Marsh, Agnes Dowd, right? Her whole story is she fell in love with a man that her parents did not approve of, and would meet him in the marsh in secret. she fell pregnant and he left her for another woman, and Agnes' father ends up shooting him. This results in Agnes hanging herself in the marsh although it is implied she killed others before her death, potentially her family and child, as stated on her headstone in the graveyard in Shady Belle. There's some dialogue during chapter 4 where you can overhear Reverend Swanson talking about seeing ghosts and when you speak to him he mentions seeing 'the ghost of a young lady, a woman in white' around the marsh. The RDR fandom wiki suggests this is a reference to La Llorona, a legend deeply rooted in Mexican culture involving the vengeful spirit of a woman in white who can be seen crying by a body of water, legend is that she discovered her husband's unfaithfulness and drowned her children, then drowned herself, now stuck in purgatory to suffer and walk the earth, searching for her children, and others. I have a hc that Javier came across her/heard her in the night during Chapter 4 or even just overheard Reverend Swanson talking about it and freaked the FUCK out, thinking it was La Llorona and proceeds to tread carefully as hell to the confusion, frustration and maybe even amusement of the rest of the gang, reciting prayers around the camp in Spanish, leaving offerings of food and flowers around the marsh, being paranoid and superstitious as fuck. The potential dialogue for this would have been AMAZING.

It would even potentially be a good idea for a horror fanfic too, if little Jack was marked by La Llorona and Javier took it upon himself to try protect/save him, maybe even reluctantly with the Reverend's help. Anyway that's my rambles for tonight.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #javier escuella #reverend swanson #jack marston #rdr2 headcanons #agnes dowd #rdr #saint denis #van der linde gang #van der linde #shady belle #red dead redemption #red dead 2 #skylarisaverageposting

[ant0nnettex]

i forget tumblr exist.. hey guys have Dutch

#dutch #dutch van der linde #van der linde #red dead redemption 2 #red dead

[dear-departed]

Damn O'driscolls (FTM Reader)

Desc.: Being an outlaw, you partner with Colm. It bites you in the ass, and now, Dutch has you in his claws. Welcome to the gulag, get gelded. Slight y/n used once.

Word count: 1.15K

Genre: Misc. Shitpost?

Character(s): Dutch Van Der Linde, Bill Williamson, Arthur Morgan, little cameo from Lenny Summers and Uncle.

Curse that damned Colm O’driscoll. It was supposed to be a partnership, just a lone outlaw working with a gang for the cut of the profits- that's all. And that’s all it was, until a shot nicked your shoulder. None of the O’driscoll boys looked back as your horse sped off, spooked by all the sudden gunfire.  

And so here you are, tied to a tree at the Van Der Linde camp, after being dragged in by none other than Arthur Morgan himself.  

They’d been starving you for what felt like months, though you knew it was only a week or two. They gave you just enough care for you to not die. The ropes around your wrists had begun to dig into your wrists, to rub them raw. Maybe they’ve even begun to bleed, but you can’t tell, too tired and hungry to care. You’re unsure as to what hurts the most, your stomach, your throat, your head, your feet, or your wrists. The back of your shirt had come untucked, riding up your back as the sharp, unforgiving bark of the tree you’re tied to relentlessly stabs into the tender flesh of your back.  

You glance up at Arthur, “please, c’mon, I swear, I know nothin’!” you plead with him. He grabs you by the collar of your partially unbuttoned shirt. “Speak, boy! ‘bout your gang!” he demands. You bare your teeth at him, glaring, “I can’t! They ain’t my gang!” you exclaim. Being the only weapon, you have, you try to reach down and bite him, but you’re a little too sluggish to reach his hand before he yanks it away from you.  

Dutch crosses his arms, “you’ll tell a lie, but never the truth.” He scoffs. “There’s only one way for us to get anything out of him, boys.” He speaks. Bill marches up near the side of you, staring into your eyes with a mean glare. If looks could kill, you’d certainly be a dead man. Bill’s eyes are dry, almost matt, the whites of his eyes irritated and red.  

“Geld him.” Dutch says simply, with a smirk. He scissors his fingers toward Bill.  

Panic rips its path through your veins as you begin to thrash and squirm in your bindings. “H-hold on now- listen, no-”  

Dutch slaps you hard on the shoulder with a chuckle, “they’re only balls, boy!” He begins to unfasten your belt, then your pants, saying something about Roman men or whatnot, but everything just sounds fuzzy. You try to kick away his hands, to no avail, simply only kicking up dirt and dust into his face.  

Your pants pool to your ankles, dread pumping in your ears. Dutch and Arthur don’t look down at your crotch, not exactly wanting to look at an enemy’s privates. Bill pulls the gelding tongs out of the fire, the metal glowing in a threatening manner.  

Bill excitedly snaps the red-hot gelding tongs, waves of heat swirling around the metal. But when his gaze goes downward, his expression drops. “Uh. Dutch.” He says, worried.  

“If he won’t talk, then we have no choice, Bill, geld ‘em.” Dutch repeats.  

“Dutch-” 

“What?” 

“...There’s nothin’ ta geld.” Bill mutters, awkwardly holding the tongs near your crotch. You swear he’s singing your public hair the longer he holds it near your thighs.  

Dutch seems frustrated. “What do you mean there’s nothing to geld, you- Oh.” He says as he stares down at your crotch. “Oh- Ma’am, I am... we are so sorry.” He says as he fumbles with your pants, trying to pull them back up.  

“No!” You shout, “I ain’t a ma’am, you’ve got it all wrong!” It’s hard to explain exactly what you are, without seeming crazy to these cowboys, so you dance around the subject. “I was, uh, born with a medical condition. It’s not serious- just means I was, uh... Born with the wrong parts. A birth defect.” You speak. 

Bill, Arthur, and Dutch exchange glances, a mix of bewilderment and shame crossing their faces. “So... ya ain’t a cross-dresser...” Bill says, more to himself than anyone else. You nod in confirmation.  

“I’ve been tryna tell ya’ll for lord knows how  how long. Look’it me, do I got any green on me?” You ask.  

“No, sir, you do not.” Dutch says, examining you head to toe inquisitively.  

“And O’driscolls wear green. L-listen, I just needed money, promised to exchange some of my work for a little bit of the profits- just a regular ol’ outlaw tryna make a livin’.” You grumble out. “Colm... that rat bastard- he told me nothin’ about his next plans, just the job we were doin’.” You explain.  

Dutch simply nods at Arthur, who makes quick work of cutting your bindings. “Get outta here.” Arthur mumbles, shooing you off like a wild animal.  

“No- no no no” You laugh out, wagging your finger. “Colm left me for dead, regardless of if I was part of his gang or not. I wanna grind his gears. I ain’t ever been in a gang before, but... I’m sure working with his mortal enemy and doin’ a hell of a good job at it would be real frustrating for ‘em.” You say.  

Dutch mills over your words in his head for a moment, a smirk crossing his features. He holds a jeweled hand out to you. “Deal. Any funny business, though...” He says, pulling you close as soon as you grab his hand. “And I’ll have your head. We have a saying, friend: we shoot fellers as need shooting, save fellers as need saving, and feed ‘em as need feeding. I’ve got an inkling on what you need.” He says, a low purr right in your face. Then, he pulls away. “Somebody get this boy a meal! We’ve got a new boy, this calls for a celebration, does it not?”  

As the night goes on, you’re sitting next to Bill. He glances at you, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. “Say, boy... Whatever happened to yer... y’know...” He murmurs, pointing to his chest, and cupping his clothed pecs in his hands, not exactly wanting to say it.  

You laugh with a shake of your head, taking a swig of your own whiskey. You unbutton your shirt, pulling apart the fabric to reveal two thick pinkish-white lines beneath your nipples. They’re jagged, with little to no precision. The scars are puffy, parts of it seem a little fresher than others. “Cut ‘em off, all by myself.”  

Bill winces, facing his chest away from you as if you’d do the same to him. Uncle stares at the scars, “goddamn!” He exclaims, “more of a man than I’d ever be... of course- other than that one time I took down a bear with my own two hands.” he says, going off into another one of his long-winded stories of his youth.  

Lenny quirks a brow at you curiously, taking a gulp of his beer. “How’d you do it?”  

You pull out your hunting knife with a flourish, “with this very knife, and lotsa whiskey. Lots of whiskey. I figured if the infection didn’t kill me, the alcohol would.” You laugh gruffly.  

“So... was you born with a deep voice?” Bill asks.  

“No, I had to train that myself. I sounded like a little boy until I was around your age, Lenny.” You recall. “Still look like one... my face doesn’t seem to wanna grow facial hair...” You say, thoughtfully stroking your would-be beard.  

The gang treats you no differently, may that be for the better or for worse, but you aren’t quite sure.  

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #dutch van der linde #dutch #van der linde #bill williamson #arthur morgan #lenny summers #uncle #uncle rdr2 #rdr2 #trans reader #ftm

[pey0te]

Rdr2 Au where Dutch goes to prison 😍😍

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[scarfacemarston]

Arthur’s owl:

John’s owl:

#rdr 2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #john marston #van der linde #journal entries

[thisisntmybedroom]

The Mind Electric

With Hosea dead, Arthur sick and dying, Dutch found himself lost in his own insanity. Micah fed on his insanity and is luring him into a trap that'll engulf the Van Der Linde gang in darkness and death. Arthur has to witness his family fall apart as he dies slowly and painfully. At least Dutch still has Hosea's ring, firmly placed on his pinky finger where he had taken it off and given it to the man he loved ages ago. If only Hosea had survived. Arthur missed Hosea, and wished the man could bring Dutch back from his own mind.

#dutch van der linde #miracle musical #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 art #hawaii: part ii #rdr #red dead redemption #red dead redemption two #van der linde #hosea matthews #dutch x hosea #the mind electric #micah bell #arthur morgan

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

teenage Arthur in his room

Dutch: OPEN UP THIS INSTANT ARTHUR

Arthur: I think it all started with the first thing I stole.

Dutch: That's not what I mean-

Hosea: Shhhh let him finish

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #red dead redemption #red dead redemption memes #arthur morgan #notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 arthur morgan #arthur #morgan #dutch #dutch van der linde #rdr2 dutch #rdr2 dutch van der linde #van der linde #van der linde gang #hosea #hosea matthews #rdr2 hosea #rdr2 hosea matthews

[lambda-serpentis]

#dutch van der linde #van der linde #van der linde gang #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr 2 #red dead redemption community #red dead redemption #rdr