#jenny rdr2

[arthursfuckinghat]

Sometimes, I'll be doing a mission with Dutch and everything is fine.

Other times, the light will catch his face in a way that makes me seethe.

I get reminded that Dutch got to age, he got to grow grey.

Did Arthur get that chance? Jenny, Mac, Davey, Sean, Kieran, Lenny, Molly? Did any of them get to grow old together?

Why didn't they, Dutch? Why didn't the gang survive? Why didn't they get the promised virgin lands in the west? Why did you outlive them?

Go on, Dutch, go ahead. I'm listening.

#this is incoherent but you just want to shake that man by the shoulders and expose him for what he is #of course I know why everything happened but to dutch it's a different story #I know eventually karma catches up with dutch but the fact he still lived so much longer makes my blood boil #everything will be fine then I will remember that all these people I'm gunslinging with are doomed to fall #dutch van der fucking linde you ruined the one good thing you had #that THEY had #rrrrgh #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #mick squeaks #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #jenny rdr2 #callander boys rdr2 #sean macguire #kieran duffy #lenny summers #molly o'shea #red dead redemption 2 spoilers #mick rants

[snifsnoof]

various rdr2 related doodles

#my art #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead online #rdo #original character #molly o'shea #sadie adler #jenny kirk #karen jones #tilly jackson #fanart #nikita sanford

[thanaticabound]

The Fine Art of Conversation / Exodus in America

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 #rdr #arthur morgan #john marston #and jenny <3 lmfao #jenny's quote just drives me crazy.... i think about it so much...

[thedailybullshit]

Thinking about how Charles knew to bury Arthur facing the west, despite the fact that Arthur only ever expressed that wish to three people. Charles wasn’t one of them.

By the time Arthur died, only one of those people was still alive to make sure he got his wish.

All I can imagine is Tilly, face wet with tears, tracking down Charles, knowing he would find Arthur & bury him. Pleading with Charles to face him to the west, because that’s what he wanted. He wanted to watch the sunset.

Maybe Tilly went with Charles to make sure it was done properly. Not because she didn’t trust Charles to do so, but because she needed to see for herself that Arthur was laid to rest as he wanted.

This wouldn’t even be the first time Tilly saw to the proper burials of members of the gang.

She planted Jenny’s favorite flowers.

She made sure Hosea & Lenny were buried together, as they wished to be buried with friends & family respectively, & that’s how they saw each other.

& I’m absolutely convinced that it was Tilly who made sure Arthur got to face the sunset.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #reddeadredemption2 #reddead #tilly jackson #arthur morgan #charles smith #jenny kirk #hosea matthews #lenny summers #500 #1k

[diminism]

#rdr2 #javier escuella #john marston #jenny kirk #mi art

[amrass]

The Lost and the Lethal part 1 of 3 is now up on AO3!

Summary: The prologue of a motorcycle gang AU series, where the main RDR2 cast are reimagined as bikers and their horses as smaller pets, using the setting of GTA IV: The Lost and Damned.

While out night riding, Arthur gets tasked with finding Micah, who has been missing from the clubhouse for a few days.

What follows includes a car chase, a hospital stay, and the preliminary phase of an all out MC gang war.

(No pairings, but rated M for the violence in the 2nd part.)

#amras writes #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #micah bell #jenny kirk

[iheartseanmacguire]

artblocked jenny kirk sketches

no speedpaint cause tumblrs a dick

#my art #red dead fandom #red dead redemption fanart #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanart #red dead online #red dead fanfiction #red dead redemption community #red dead redemption two #i have written things #she is my queen #i am her pr team #the rat rumours are a hoax #eye infection core oops #jenny kirk #jenny kirk rdr2 #my scottish queen #“yarrr freedom against the british bawbags yurrr” jenny kirk probably #one of you will be next

[forgorjams]

Does anyone else just want to see others's thoughts on what Colm's brother could possibly look like, his personality, his name, etc???

I need to know if in the only one who is absolutely curious on this. Cuz I'm absolutely obsessed with most of the characters they didn't quite show in rdr2(ex: Jenny, Mac and Davey, that one traitor Arthur brought up.). Idk I feel like it's just a me thought but I find ppls thoughts so interesting and I've only seen fanfics and only 1 or 2 other posts on here about this y'all😔

#Colm's brother #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #Srs hoping we play as Mac/Davey in rdr3 #Or Colm's brother #Idk I'll throw a tantrum if it's Arthur's grandpa #discussion #I guess #idk how to tag this #Or explain it #Do I tag Jenny or Davey OR Mac if I only mentioned them a little?? #colm o'driscoll

[themastermarkus]

Trapped in a island with dutch van der linde

#I hope people get the reference and don't just think that I have no sense of grammar #not sure if anyone is a Jenny Nicholson fan #wanted to take and share screenshots of this moment because I thought Micah was adorable #rdr2 #micah bell #hercule fontaine #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #guarma #there make be snakes

[cheesewedge]

a question about micah and jenny

tw: mention of non-consent

i recently saw a video where micah admits he "had jenny." i've seen this clip before and always chalked that up to being bullshit (she's dead after all and can't confirm or deny these claims. not to mention he's a racist who's targeted lenny several times in camp before so it wasn't totally inconceivable to me that he'd use jenny as a way to poke at lenny further, even if it was behind his back).

but some commenters were speculating on whether it actually happened. and more importantly, that it most likely wouldn't have been consensual.

is there anything else regarding his little tidbit or is it just kind of up for speculation?

#micah bell #rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #jenny kirk

[snifsnoof]

i drew GIRLS!!!!!!!!

#red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #rdr2 #susan grimshaw #jenny kirk #mary linton #mary-beth gaskill #tilly jackson #karen jones #my art

[squidproquoclarice]

Yeehawgust Day 27: Rawhide

May 1899

Spider Gorge, Ambarino

The plan, Dutch kept saying.  Come up with another plan.  Tilly had heard Dutch and Hosea talking, when they thought nobody else would hear.

Whatever plan that was, Tilly didn’t know.  Only that it had been Blackwater, then a cave near Strawberry, then running north across–what, probably some more borders there, as they headed up into the mountains, finding more and more remote-looking and tortuous trails.  Sometimes ones that barely looked like a wagon could be driven across them at all.  Hosea admitted at one point that he had no idea whether they were in Ambarino or Owatonna, only somewhere near the border.  

They were in a position like that, being in some space between states.  In between places.  In between plans.  In between safe haven and disaster, waiting to see which way the sweep of the blade would cut.

In between life and death, for Jenny and Davey.  Though for Jenny, that had finally turned to the one way this morning.  They’d stopped here in this high-walled canyon to bury her, no matter that it took hours, even with the men taking turns in digging.

They’d buried her with little to say.  What was there to say?  She’d been a girl they’d found by the roadside last fall, exhausted and in need of help, having walked across half of Montana already.  

She’d been just seventeen, the youngest of them except for little Jack.  She was sweet and shy and had a ringing, beautiful laugh, somehow coupled with the croaky singing voice of a crow.  Pale blue-grey eyes and ink-dark hair, and the winter near Blackwater had put some flesh back on those too-skinny bones of hers.  

She’d loved Lenny, though Tilly was the only one besides them who’d known it wasn’t just Lenny having an unrequited spark for her.  Bad enough for him to want her.  That was no trouble in the gang, but out in the world?  Even him wanting her was dangerous enough and could have ended up with him dead.  If the world got the notion that a young pretty white girl loved a boy whose dark skin loudly proclaimed his parents had been slaves, who chose his company over any white boy…well.

She’d wanted her grave to have flowers, Jenny.  So only about fifteen minutes away, Tilly had taken a horse and ridden back to find her some, and Hosea had let her go.  They were sending out enough people on short rides as scouts that she could get away with it.  The sparse and eerily quiet funeral they’d given her had bothered him too, she could tell.  But what was there to say?  Sorry you died before you ever much lived.  Sorry you died after two days of pain getting jolted along in a wagon after getting shot in the gut doing–well, most of us don’t know exactly what happened, and those that do ain’t saying nothing.  The silence about that scared Tilly the most, perhaps.  She’d seen jobs go sideways before.  Never as catastrophically as this, true.  But even so, they grumbled, dusted themselves off, and carried on.  This fearful silence, along with Jenny dead, Davey dying, and Sean and Mac both missing, told her nothing would ever be quite the same.  

She stood there at the grave, seeing the splashes of color there.  She’d dug up what plants she could, pressing them there into the cool muddy ground, and they bravely stood there, fragile and beautiful and colorful.  Stood there and hoped the flowers, at least, would live.

The walls of the gorge rose steeply, one of unyielding granite and the other of unyielding ice.  But it wasn’t the chill of the ice she suddenly felt.  A cold wind, and she would have wanted to stay, but something in it told her to go.  The weather seemed to have come out of nowhere, clouds where she swore there had been none just an hour ago.  But here they were.  

By the time she reached where she’d split off from the wagons, the first snowflakes were falling.  She urged Lilybelle on.  She might not have grown up with the snow, but she’d endured enough of it since she’d been found by Hosea that she’d learned its danger.  And her shirtwaist and skirt for a spring day, with a light jacket thrown on as concession to the cooler mountain air, wouldn’t keep her through the snow if they got lost.  

She felt a stab of fear as she hurried on, balancing not pushing too recklessly on treacherous paths versus the risk of losing their trail entirely beneath the rapidly-falling snow.  Felt the lash of the ice that came along with the snow, the wind whipping it into a sort of stinging cold frenzy that would scour any exposed hide it found, human or animal, raw and red.

The good news, she supposed, was that the gorge meant there wasn’t much place for them to go other than along its length, so all she had to do was follow.  But she didn’t know how long the gorge was, and after it opened up, she could lose them all too easily.  She surged on and on, trying to keep her head clear as much as she could, to make what time she could.  

She found them still in the gorge just as the light started fading, as it did early in the mountains, and even more so in these sheer, steep walls.  Found them already all bundled up in winter gear they’d put away six weeks ago in Blackwater, and found Karen had dug out Tilly’s scarf, gloves, and coat as well.  Gratefully bundling herself into them, she ended up sitting in the wagon with Abigail and Davey, grimly judging that they’d be burying him soon too.  If they could get through the snow.

They might all be dead within the week, the way this was going.  She felt Abigail’s hand touch hers, and she gripped the other woman’s fingers with all of her strength, knowing she must be scared to bits with John injured and dragging Jack through all of this.  “We’ll get by, Abigail,” she said in a low voice.  “We’ll get by.”  She said it as much to convince herself as Abigail.

#yeehawgust #yeehawgust 2022 #rdr2 #tilly jackson #jenny kirk #abigail roberts

[thedailybullshit]

RDR2 Incorrect Quotes pt. 12

Agent Milton: A group of Queers!!

The Gang:

Milton: I’m BAPTIZING YOU!!!

. . .

Agent Ross: I’m gonna let God fix it. Because if I fix it, I’m going to jail.

Javier: Are you okay? Are you, like, a stable person? Like, are you good?

Dutch: Oh, I’m a - oh, I’m a person!

Javier: . . . Right. Um,

Young Dutch: Don’t worry, kids. Papa’s got a plan.

Little John: Y’ain’t our Pa!

Hosea: Dutch, your speech was so good.

Dutch: Oh my God, I like didn’t even like try, it was just like improv -

Hosea: Oh my God, why can’t you just take the fucking COMPLIMENT!?!?!?

Arthur: *gets shot in the head*

Also Arthur: Ow! Oh, I hate it when that happens.

Josiah: *being shown around camp* And you . . . sleep here?

Arthur: When the night critters allow me to.

Dutch, planning: And nothing can go wrong!

*Jenny dies*

*Mac & Sean get captured*

*Davey dies*

*bounty hunters on their trail*

*Mac dies*

*Pinkertons keep showing up*

*Sean dies*

*O’Driscolls constantly*

*Kieran dies*

*Hosea dies*

*Lenny dies*

*Arthur has TB*

*Molly dies*

*half the Gang leaves*

*Karen possibly dies*

*turns out Micah’s a rat*

*the rest of the Gang disbands*

*Ms. Grimshaw dies*

*Arthur dies*

Dutch: OH NO, IT ALL WENT WRONG!

Jealousy

Dutch: Bessie, I am in town and I see your husband walking around with some fat bitch.

Bessie: Dutch, what do you mean? I’m with my husband right now.

Dutch:

Dutch: I’m obsessive and crazy.

Arthur: . . . You’re gay.

Arthur, in the back of the wagon: No!

John, also in the back: Yes!!

Arthur: NOO!!!

John: YESSS!!!!

Arthur: NOOOOOO!!!!!!

John, at the same time: YESSSSSS!!!!!!

Hosea, driving: 😑

~Later~

Hosea, driving: 🙂

Arthur & John: *running beside the wagon after Hosea kicked them out & yelling for him to let them back on*

#rdr2 #reddeadredemption2 #red dead redemption 2 #reddead #agent milton #van der linde gang #agent ross #javier escuella #dutch van der linde #young dutch van der linde #little john marston #hosea matthews #arthur morgan #josiah trelawny #jenny kirk #mac callander #sean macguire #davey callander #kieran duffy #lenny summers #molly o’shea #karen jones #micah bell #susan grimshaw #bessie matthews #john martson #vandermatthews #hosea x bessie #incorrect quotes #incorrect rdr2 quotes

[amorgansgal]

Of Wailing Winds, And Naked Woods

Arthur has found a place to rest away from the difficulties of the world and the misery the gang is facing, but he finds his sleep is disturbed by an old friend.

Warnings: Depiction of illness (TB)

‘Hey. Hey! Pssst. Wake up!’

Arthur mumbles in his sleep and pushes the finger that is poking his cheek away. He rolls over onto his side and tries his best to fall back to sleep again, the welcoming lure of a deep, dreamless sleep is one way he can escape from everything that happens in his waking life.

‘Hey, don’t ignore me. Wake up!’ the woman’s voice whispers.

It takes him a moment to realise that this is strange. He is camping out in the forest, near Owanjila lake. There shouldn’t be anyone here to wake him. Tilly and Hosea aren’t here to wake him up with coffee, nor is the piercing yell of Grimshaw knocking pans over his head or Dutch yelling his name from across camp. If there is someone here, then perhaps he should be in for a ruder awakening. O’Driscolls shooting shit up and trying to rob him or a bear ripping through the canvas material! Not the soft, light teasing tone of a woman.

He cautiously peeps open his eyes, before rolling over onto his back. He is greeted by the dark grey material of his canvas tent and the only sounds he can hear is the heavy drip, drip, drip of fat rain drops hitting the tent from tree branches overhead. He can hear the rumble of the storm rolling over the hills and mountains, disappearing into the west.

Arthur sits up. He doesn’t feel tired anymore. He stretches and finds that the usual joints that would click and cry out in pain, are no longer hurting him. He inhales deeply and finds the air doesn’t irritate his lungs. He stops. Unable to believe it. Maybe its gone. Maybe the illness that has sent burning needles through his lungs, made his throat raw and made his mouth taste like nothing but blood has been cured. He cautiously coughs and isn’t overwhelmed by the furious, burning desire to cough and cough and cough until there is nothing left.

‘Psst!’

He jumps at the sound and stares at the tent flaps. A woman’s giggle echoes through the woods and a shiver runs down Arthur’s spine, as he hears nails run down the material. He swallows harshly and picks up his revolver.

‘Who’s there?’ he barks.

The tent flap shifts aside and Jenny pokes her head into the tent. Mousy brown hair, grey eyes and that irrepressible grin she always wore slides into view. ‘Me, silly. Why are you so grumpy?’

‘I’m always grumpy!’ he mutters. He frowns at her. How did she get here? He rode out alone. He camped alone. The gang are miles away. ‘What are you doing here?’

She frowns slightly as though the question has thrown her off. ‘I… I don’t know. Same as you, I suppose.’

‘Wha’s that suppose to mean? Same as me? You ain’t supposed to be here, you should be in camp, you’re meant to be-’ and the words get caught in his throat. Jenny is dead. Shot dead months ago. A bullet to her stomach. Making her cry and whimper at every jolt in the road while she was in the wagon, even though she was still trying to make jokes and laugh and pretend everything was fine.

‘Where am I meant to be? I think I’m where I’m meant to be. I think most of us are here though,’ she says.

‘What?’

Jenny gives him a teasing smile and then turns her head, as though calling to someone just outside the tent. ‘Hey, c’mere!’

‘Jenny?’ he asks partially confused and partially wary. How is this happening? Who is she speaking to? Where the hell are they? How can Jenny, flesh and blood, rosy cheeks, breathing and alive Jenny, be here? Talking to him, watching him, laughing at him?

Then right by his ear, he hears a small voice whisper as though confused and scared, ‘Papa?’

~~~

He jolts awake, the fierce, painful cough ripping open his throat, making him gasp for air and tears blind him as his body is wracked with coughs. The iron tang of blood seeps onto his tongue and he manages to sit up. He grabs his canteen and swallows the stale water therein. A few gasping breaths and he’s gained some semblance of control, though his body is still fighting him, still failing him.

He wipes a rough hand over his mouth and finds himself blinded by sunlight. He looks up at the opened tent flaps, the world beyond looks like a beautiful painting, the sway of emerald green trees, the grass moving like an ocean of soft greens and purple flowers, the bright bolt of blue sky, it all promises so much for those who get to live in it. He ignores the certainty that he closed the tent flaps last night and busies himself with packing away the camp, so he doesn’t remember hearing his son’s voice so close to him. Only fools believe in anything like that.

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption fanfiction #red dead redemption fanfic #reddead2 #jenny kirk #isaac morgan

[nubb]

Jenny Kirk might've been a Callander at one point it seems??

#jenny kirk #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 cut content #not really but idk where else to tag it #They also misspelled Callander ??

[iheartseanmacguire]

was gonna caption this 'faceless rdr2 girls' but then i realised that 3/4 of them have faces and now my day is ruined. thanks for giving me a REFERENCE rockstar!!! you REALLY helped me!!!

sike i dont have a speedpaint for this one so take a cute dog gif instead

#my art #red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption fanart #rdr2 fanart #red dead redemption community #red dead redemption two #red dea #jenny kirk #bessie matthews #annabelle #eliza #eliza bloom?? idfk #bessie is the oldest #then annabelle #then eliza #then jenny #in this one #uhh trying to fill up the tags with headcanons #annabelle was one of those no bullshit people #she'd set a normal ass boundary and dutch would be like “you're SO toxic! i want more 🥴” #bessie was a sweetheart #and her and hosea had known eachother for AGES too #she got along w everyone #jenny.. how do i even begin with jenny #she is a whole ass person in my head at this point #save me from the minor character brainrot she has like 4 lines of dialouge about her #okay 123 go #shes scottish and fatherless and is 19 when she dies and she would love adrienne lenker and she reminds me of a LAMB and she is a great lia #she also hates revealling stuff about herself.. “hey jenny whats your favourite color?”