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#the van der linde gang
margowritesthings · 1 year
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dalekofchaos · 2 months
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moonah-rose · 1 year
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Tilly: I'm going to Saint Denis, anyone want anything?
Arthur: A cure for tuberculosis.
John: The respect of my wife and child.
Lenny: Sean and Jenny alive.
Sadie: Colm O'Driscoll's severed head on a stick!
Dutch: SOME GOD. DAMN. FAITH!!!!
Tilly:
Tilly: Fellahs, I got $8 and a quarter.
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pryce0 · 1 year
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Yo, here to make another rdr request. Can you do Arthur or Charles with an S/O who is an expert in medicine and stuff like that, even more than doctors, and will help them if they get shot or sick, they even will help even in the middle of battle. I know it's a weird request, lol
Dr. Feelgood (Charles Smith x Doctor!GN!Reader)
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summary; you are an expert in medicine and herbs, intense knowledge on human anatomy and overall science of the body. you’re dating charles who seemingly keeps getting hurt in the line of fire, and he wouldn’t have anyone else but you to take care of him.
a/n; YESS, ty for requesting arthur or charles <3 i love my man charles. i nearly made this a male!reader because i personally headcanon charles as gay, but i kept it gender neutral. i know you said “more knowledge than a doctor”, but i wasn’t sure what to call the reader, so they are a type of doctor, but just very smart!! and this is not the best i am so sorry!!!! first time writing my boy charles
[warnings/tags; blood and injury, fluff, mentions about death.]
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To be completely honest, you’re part of the reason why the (current) entirety of the gang is still alive.
You’ve been running with the gang for at least a year now; you had joined by the gang through Dutch, of course. You heard an intense firefight nearby and decided to waltz in and there you found Dutch Van der Linde, a stab wound to his shoulder. The blood was rapidly staining and soaking his clothes and at first, he held you at gunpoint. He was trembling and panting, his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. Blood was spilling from between his fingers, his revolver shaking. “I’m a doctor,” You said with caution as well as with your hands up, your bag in your left hand. It’s weight was heavy, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You knew he was shaking from pain and adrenaline, no doubt extremely paranoid from anyone passing by. A bullet whizzed by and you ducked without a second thought, being shielded by crates and boxes. You knew this wasn’t the safest place to be; the bullet holes and the dead body nearby was evident, but you couldn’t ignore people in need. Dutch sneered at you when he first saw you approaching, thinking they sent someone over to end him.
With really no other choice, Dutch lowered the gun. You quickly approached and stayed by his side, murmuring your every intent. “I’m going to take your shirt and vest off, sir.” He watched you with a close eye, allowing you to do so. The wound was not too deep, but deep enough to slow him down and needed stitches. You quickly opened your bag and grabbed a bottle and opened the cap, pouring the liquid over your hands. You set the bottle down and you quickly scrub them. Dutch’s eyebrows furrowed and he weakly gestures to the bottle. “What’s that?” He asks quietly, out of breath.
“Anti-septic,” You reply. “It disinfects wounds.”
He lets out a pained laugh. “Just use whiskey by that point.”
You shake your head with a smile, grabbing a rag and pouring the liquid over it, allowing the fabric to soak it up. Beads of the liquid drip down your hand and forearm, but you pay no mind to it. You gently press the soaked rag against the stab wound which causes a pained noise to escape the man.
After you stitched his wound up with the most expert precision, he thanked you by paying you a considerable sum of money. You took it after asking if Dutch was sure, in which he greatly insisted.
After that, you managed to score yourself a spot within the gang.
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You were used to treating the gang’s wounds, critical or minor and you were lucky if no one got injured in the middle of a firefight. You had your specialized tent which was bigger than some of the other tents; one side held your cot and the other held your medical cot for the gang. You made sure to disinfect it daily, you kept your tools up on a table away from the ground, and you always made sure you were stocked up on the necessary supplies.
Most of the gang found some of your supplies unnecessary, but Dutch was insistent they were important. Funds from the box in front of his tent are used to supply your work and you’re eternally grateful.
You found yourself within Charles’ company once again, sitting in your tent together. He loved to watch you work, count your shiny tools, your supplies. He loved your passion for your work and he admires your knowledge. You two often exchanged knowledge of herbs and the land, and he knew much more than the average person, the benefits of the nature around you. Charles always took time out of his day to hear you ramble about the benefits people don’t realize, how helpful many plants are within your profession.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Charles murmured, sitting on your cot, a piece of wood and his hunting knife in hand. He’s been shaving it down into the rod of an arrow as you worked. Charles always promises to clean up the wood shavings. You glanced at him from across the tent as you grab the box of bandages to put on your newly installed side table. He resides in your space while you were in the disinfected side. “What is it?”
Charles reaches over to your side table and grabs a bottle of the anti-septic you had set there; expired. He holds it up after looking at the label. “What are the differences between this stuff and whiskey?”
You smiled softly as he struck a cord within you; the joy you feel of spreading the knowledge you learned yourself. “Well, I’ll have to point out a similarity first. For starters, they both kill bacteria very well. I’ve had to test different types of alcohol against wounds—not willingly, mind you. I was in the line of fire.” You mutter, placing down the package of bandages.
Charles kept his eyes on you, his direct look softening as he hears you ramble on about the differences between whiskey and proper anti-septic, when each is good to use and when it isn’t, everything. He feels a warmth spread in his stomach and his chest. He adored your passion, how your nose scrunches up when you talk about when people choose to use the whiskey when it isn’t needed. “You guys took a good ten years off my life when I found out all you used was whiskey.”
Charles lets out a belly laugh, his hand drifting to his lower left part of his stomach. Your eyes track his hand before looking him in the eye, your concern evidently clear. “Does it still hurt?” You ask him softly, coming over to where he is sitting. Charles quickly shakes his head, keeping that smile on his face. Your worry is endearing to him, although unneeded. You tsk and wave your hands upwards in a motion. “C’mon, let the doctor see.” You tease, putting your hands on your hips now in a sassy manner, a playful smirk replacing your concern. Charles smile widened and leans back, pulling up his shirt to reveal his lower stomach. He’s decorated with scars and scrapes, but the one you are concerned about is the recent laceration he received from a knife fight.
“Your stitches are a bit torn— Charles, I told you to take it easy.” You chastised, your gentle fingers running over the sensitive skin around the stitches. Charles shivers from your touch, and from where you’re touching. He clutches his shirt a bit harder as he found himself under your prying eyes once again. Even though you’re lecturing him, he can’t help the warmth he feels. “I’ve stayed in camp, honest. It’s bad to disobey doctors orders.” He retorts in a playful manner. Charles winces when your finger brushes over the stitches and his abdomen tenses when your fingers touch the edge— the torn part.
“Of course, always listen to your doctor!~” You say in a gentle sing song voice before standing up properly. You gesture to the sterile side of the cot, looking at Charles. “Go sit on the cot. I’ll get the supplies and a proper herbal tea.”
“Herbs.. For the pain, right?” Charles questions, hoping it gets you rambling again. You laugh and nod as Charles lowers his shirt and slowly makes his way into a standing position. You kiss his cheek and grab his hand. “Yes, for the pain, love.”
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auroramoon-draws16 · 9 months
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Holy shit! Remember when I asked about that one crossover?
Red Dead Redemption 2 x Assassin’s Creed?
I’m gonna refine this shit a bit so stick with me here:
Desmond Miles, we love to fuck with this guy’s shit, I love this silly little guy in general, so, what if the events of Rdr2 happened because of a POE???
Like, bro? It works way too well, because ofc the Pinkertons would be Templars or something, it fits too well. The Van der linde Gang aren’t Assassins, but Arthur and John might have a bit of Isu blood in them. (Cough Dead Eye/Eagle Eye connection cough)
Lets say that Dutch “found” (read: stole) or was given a Piece by Micha (fuck that guy) and goes batshit crazy, and you know the rest.
So, either Desmond is in his time travel era and inadvertently saves the gang or he’s got enough time/is alive to see the memories of John or Arthur (yeah, Arthur’s only known kid died, but we can fudge some shit here if we wanted)
I just imagine the Assassin Crew talking about the gang and the legend surrounding them (because like several of the members survived so there has got to be rumors floating about), like that one Buzzfeed: Unsolved x Rdr2 fic!
That would be so dope, just saying.
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thelonelylemonsquare · 8 months
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Red Dead Redemption III Concept
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Basic Story concept:
Annabelle McCarthy, a small time Irish thief, playing at a new scheme. The story opens with Annabelle dressed like a saloon girl, in hopes of robbing a rich son of an even more wealthy man and politician, known as Henry A. Johnson.
Annabelle after being found out by the boy she hoped to rob, she is forced to murder him. She is then on the run for her life and freedom as Henry A. Johnson sends bounty after bounty to bring in Annabelle.
Annabelle would be on the run for quite some time, moving from town to town before she is caught by a Bounty Hunter, known as Cassidy Nixon. She is then being tried to be hung.
However this wouldn’t be the end of poor Annabelle. She was also captivated with a Kevin O’Driscoll who is also going to be hung, although he doesn’t seem very worried about being hung, and in fact, he seems quite relaxed, even bored, as if there wasn’t anything bad in the world that could hurt him.
Kevin is the first to be hung, next to Annabelle, yet this would never be, Colm O’Driscoll shows up with the gang and free his brother along with Annabelle.
Colm for reasons that Annabelle is not quite sure of, allows her to join his father’s gang (Colm senior, O’Driscoll) as a means of protection from her constant run form the law, and bounty hunters.
The plot of RDR3 is the story of Annabelle, the relationship between the O’Driscoll brothers, and the the golden age of the Dutch in the Vanderlinde gang.
Who was Colm’s brother?
Who was Annabelle?
And could their deaths be linked with something else other than the rivalry between Dutch and Colm?
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I hope you enjoyed what I have said thus far, and I hope to bring more of my ideas to life soon.
We may not get a rdr3 soon, but my love of rdr will never quit!
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vanderdutch · 1 year
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hosea, to the gang after a successful mission: you were all very well behaved today
dutch: ...
arthur: ...
john: ...
sean: ...
kieran: ...
sadie: ...
bill: ...
javier: ...
lenny: ...
hosea: oh god, what did you do
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therogerclarkfanclub · 9 months
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Well this escalated super quickly 🤯
Redemption 2.0 is a go!
But the next time it will not be in Tombstone, AZ., hence why it is being called "Redemption 2.0". The event will be another city. But which city is that?? That has yet to be determined.
But in the meantime start saving your cash folks!
The Gang Will Return!
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matrixsunbird · 9 months
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Arthur does so much for the gang :)
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seven-oomen · 2 years
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Back when they were a family.
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dalekofchaos · 7 months
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Dutch made a pact with The Strange Man
Found this on reddit and thought it makes a lot of sense. Also this one.
Dutch's pact with the Strange Man theory.
We don't know in details what really happened before the game but some tips we can find in Arthur's Journal and hearing the other members made me think about this.
The gang was an ordinary gang from the beginning (1870s) until 1877 when something happened: Dutch and Hosea were arrested and by unknown means they escaped their cell. So my guess is that Dutch made a pact with The Strange Man to set them free and to be happy.
After that the gang became a family, with Arthur, John, Mrs Grimshaw and etc. And until the game starts they rob 37 banks. So the gang went from zero to hero in 10 years. Dutch was happy living his "dream".
Then the fire happened (the one Arthur mentions in the beginning his journal) burning everything they have thus forcing them to flee. In my opinion this is the time the Strange man came to collect the debts and Dutch probably do not want to pay. So they started to flee and even after a while Dutch still want them to move. They were going to California and all of a sudden Dutch decided to go to Blackwater. Even after finding some land to buy he still wanted to move.
"Dutch had a lead for some land we were going to buy […] or he got spooked we were being watched by the law and that somebody knew who he was."
Then after a while on Blackwater camp Arthur says that he heard about someone who looks like Trewlany, i remember reading about how similar both look like. Coincidentally after that Dutch started to talk about moving again. The ferry heist was fucked up because of the Strange Man, and it is the beginning of the end. Pretty much like what happened to Herbert Moon. His daughter married, was happy, but he was sad. Dutch got what he asked: fame, fortune, but he lost everything else on the way: family, love, even his mind…
I think he's the one who caused the ferry robbery to to go fucked up, and that the Heidi McCourt incident was him testing Dutch, similar to the way he tests John with moral choices in RDR1, or the way he tests Arthur with Jimmy Brooks in Valentine. When John first meets him in RDR1, he begins by reminding John of Heidi McCourt's murder. Eventually, the Strange Man does collect his debt…in the form of John Marston at the end of RDR1. The theory even goes further to some on Reddit, saying that Ross also made a choice that damned him to the Strange Man when he decided to go after and kill John, and Ross's debt was collected when Jack Marston kills him.
Other theories are that the ship Dutch, Arthur, Bill, Micah and Javier try to escape on catching fire and sinking was also the Strange Man preventing Dutch's escape. There's also a camp encounter in Chapter IV, after the ill-fated trolley station stick up, where Dutch and John have words that ends with Dutch telling John, "I. Know. You." which is the name of the Strange Man's side quest in RDR1.
Heidi McCourt was Dutch's test from The Strange Man theory.
Both John Marston and Arthur Morgan encounter two seemingly different people at entirely separate times and places, however they are somehow connected.
In RDR1, John encounters a strange man that asks him about Heidi McCourt, a woman Dutch shot in the head 12 years prior, during the Blackwater Ferry Heist. The Strange Man makes a point to let John know that Heidi McCourt was an important person, before sending John out to deal with a man who is soon to commit adultery. John has the choice to complete this mission honorably or dishonorably, and the Strange Man appears to be keeping track of his choices. In the final meeting with the Strange Man, the Strange Man claims he is "accounting". Its widely accepted that the Strange Man is some sort of supernatural force, being connected to fate and the dead. Which brings me to my second point, Jimmy Brooks.
Jimmy Brooks is a man Arthur Meets in Valentine in RDR2, who recognizes Arthur from the Blackwater Heist. After some chasing, Arthur is faced with saving Jimmy brooks or letting him die. Later in the Strange Man's cabin, a poem regarding Jimmy Brooks, who before seemed to have no connection, appears etched in a desk.
It is of my opinion that at some point in everyone's life, at least in the Red Dead universe, they will come across a figure that judges their morals and perhaps decides their fate, same as John in RDR1. My theory is that Heidi McCourt was this figure in the life of Dutch Van Der Linde, and the execution of her cemented his path into destruction he would experience over the next 15 or so years.
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moonah-rose · 1 year
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Fucking Rock*, they could have just made a game about a generic gang with a heartless cult leader and angry cowboys but instead they said "no we're gonna create a found family that is equal parts wholesome and insanely fucked up with daddy issues, sibling drama and moral philosophy that will leave gamers a broken mess once they're done", damn them.
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rip-van-milton · 2 years
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Wait if Dutch was hiding behind that rock the whole time then that means that the bastard heard Arthur and Micah's conversation
You know, the one where Arthur repeatedly calls Micah a rat and he indirectly admits it by saying he's "a survivor" and he still stayed hidden instead of saving Arthur....
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vic-tori-ous · 2 years
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You know what triggers me aside from Dutch choosing Micah over everyone and everything? The fact that Arthur was visibly not well at all and was coughing his lungs off infront of Dutch and he never showed the slightest bit of concern for him... I honestly don't even remember Dutch asking him if he was okay
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wizard-on-whales · 3 months
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Literally dutch if you stare at him for too long in camp:
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