All that and a bag of chips

First of all, the sheer presence of it. He treats his cock like it’s a piece of high-Renaissance art. We are talking sculpted. I bet he’s got some kind of permanent Infernal contract with a succubus stylist just to make sure the veins are popping in a way that looks "artistically pleasing". It’s not just anatomy to him, Hells forbid, it’s a statement piece. He probably spends twenty minutes in the mirror just admiring the symmetry before he even lets someone near it, humming a little aria to himself.

The girth? Please. He’s a devil of excess. It’s not just "thick", it’s architectural. It’s the kind of girth that makes you question your life choices and the structural integrity of your own hips, but he’d just smirk and tell you that "great art requires a bit of sacrifice" because he is a little shit like that. He knows exactly how much space he’s taking up and he loves the look of genuine shock on a partner's face when they realize the scale of what they're dealing with.

The temperature play now, because this is where it gets truly unhinged. He’s a devil, right? So you’d think he’s just "hot", but Raphael is a perfectionist. He probably manipulates his own internal thermals. One second he’s a simmering, slow-burn warmth that makes you lean in, and the next, he’s practically searing, leaving those little red marks that he can admire later like a proud painter. He’d probably use a literal ice cube from the frozen wastes of Avernus just to shock the system before diving back into that infernal heat.

He probably describes the sensation as "chiaroscuro for the skin"or some shit—the contrast of light and dark, hot and cold. He’s probably got a specific sequence of temperature shifts he employs to maximize the sensory overload, treating your nerves like a harp and he's the only one allowed to play the melody.

He doesn't just "have sex"; He curates an experience. He’d probably give you a guided tour of the "composition" before he even lets you touch him. "Observe the curvature here, the way the light hits the ridge—truly, a masterpiece of the Hells, wouldn't you agree?"

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

Everyone assumes a third game would be about Jack Marston, but I think it should be a prequel where you play as Dutch.

Not because I want to see Blackwater.

Because I think the series is secretly a trilogy already.

Dutch is Red.

Arthur is Dead.

John is Redemption.

Dutch's story isn't about dying. It's about becoming the man we meet in Red Dead 2. He ends the game red with anger at the world wanting revenge. It could be a slow burn from the nice smart version of dutch that made everyone in the gang trust him and slowly he changes after each death and becomes the man he is today. Which would explain why already in chapter one hosea was talking about how dutch was changing which means he was changing already before red dead 2.

Arthur's story is about living with death. As the gang all dies and arthur realises soon he is going to die he realises mortality is a painful thing and tries to change only to realise he can't fully run away from his life and chooses to spend the last of his days trying to make sure John can before he too is dead.

John's story is about earning redemption. He tries to start a family, live on a ranch, run away, kills the people keeping him tied to his past then dies sacrificing himself to save his family. Its not seeking forgiveness like arthur, its actually trying. Thats Redemption.

And the final scene of a Dutch game couldn't and shouldn't be Dutch dying.

It should be Hosea looking at him after Blackwater and realizing that the man he's known for twenty years has changed.

Like a big blow out of the last mission of Blackwater the gang is in shambles and Dutch stands there with a face like he doesn't care already planning what he will do next and the camera pans to hosea noticing that Dutch has changed and he doesn’t care about the people anymore, just revenge and anger, Red.