Rdr2 Multi Muse

This is a sideblog to @hardlcve. Any rules to be read, is pinned there. I do mulit-ship and I also write smut. If you cannot handle adult, mature themes, then do not follow. RL blogs - non writing blogs - do not reblog anything of my writings and do not interact with me. Those who interact MUST BE OVER 21!

RDR Canons:

Dutch Van Der Linde. He's a narcissist, selfish, greedy. He'll do what's best for his interest and coat it behind making it best for the gang. He will gaslight you, as he's never wrong. A man to not cross. // sociopathic dreamer

Karen Jones She's a con woman, smart and hardheaded. She loves alcohol which becomes her downfall. She's protective over the girls, more than Grimshaw could ever be. She's got thick skin, and keeps people at a distance. // tag tbd

Bill Williamson A wolf in sheep's clothing. He's not the brightest and it shows. He's a brute so it's always best to not start a fight with him. He's also an alcoholic. A man to drink his thoughts and memories away. There's a rumor that Bill likes men but nothing has been proven. He's a type to speak before he thinks. // tag tbd

RDR Crossover:

Margaery Tyrell Step daughter to a man who's hoping to gain her inheritance due to her sick mother. Tywin, and he's close to Bronte. Her family owns the rights to the landscapes and plants around Saint Denis along with hoping to branch out. Margaery will not stand for it and will do anything to make him disappear, over time. Murder is too quick, messy. Her personality is cunning, manipulating and sweet. She's beautiful, delicate and wants what's best for her interest and of course, nature. // severity for greatness

tag drop below;

its now whowewas

"Well, I..."

"Shut up, Marston." Bill quickly snapping at John's free will of a mouth. Each of them with a beer in their hand sitting across from each other of the poker table. Javier at one side, Sean at the other.

"I thought he was gunna start whimperin', beggin'.." He continues on as if Bill could even shut him down. The other two interested in this story a bit more then he would want. "You ain't saw nothin'. I just thought I saw someone from my past, is all..." Trying to save his hide but John saw right through it. John chuckles and continues on.

"You was and you still are." Feet resting under the table now flat on the ground, ready to leave this conversation. "Aye, so you got yourself a wee ole crush now, do ya? Blonde beauty, or a fiery red head?" A scoff, chuckle soon after. Sean's mouth was more trouble then John could be. Least the boy could be quiet after this moment but Sean? No he'll make sure the whole camp knows.

breath of air leaving thin lips masked by a fluffy thick beard. he didn't understand why he had to even go to one of them shows. dutch like a father, eager and forcing his children to have a day out and enjoy the sun. the same ole sun that makes them sweat after taking a dip in the river. it would be obvious to anyone in saint denis that they didn't belong so he got them all suits, better than the tux he had worn for bronte. his hair aint slick back, just fluff under a hat. some small hat that made his head feel as if it was too big for it. the outfit he wanted would be maroon but he got teal and stuck out like a sore thumb. teal and brown, who decides these things?? either way, he's stuck like the rest, forced to watch a show. "C'mon everyone, don't be so gloom. Let's enjoy a day of enjoyment!" Dutch already smiling, and being louder than he should be. Micah's close trying to eat up the scent Dutch is spilling from his mouth and everyone else trailing behind. The girls left to defend the camp, whatever that means. "I ain't so sure why we gotta do this." Bill speaks up from behind but is ignored as usual. "Just suck it up Bill." Arthur tries to calm him down but the words aren't that comforting. However it's enough to shut him up. The show came, the show went and just how they entered, they left with Bill grumbling behind. "Well that was pointless." Another grumble. The lot of them moving through the lobby and Bill's shoulder bumps into another. He turns ready to say something sharp but finds himself losing the need to breathe. Her.

his face turning red, or was it blue? a shove to him, by one of his own only to cause him to cough, to breathe once more. she turns to face him and he can't speak. all he could do is swallow -- hard. "I .. I uh.." words impossible to gather. it's as if he's trying to speak for the first time in his life. trying to get words to form from the letters swirling in his mind.

she's beautiful, anything he could ever imagine. she's the devil in disguise, and he can't seem to pull away from her. he's an idiot. he could never get with anyone like her. he'd be putty in her hands, he'd be a waste of breath but he'd sure climb the highest mountain to see her, to hear her call him an asshole. "John, go get Bill." Dutch orders while keeping his favorite sons close. John, nods and heads back into the theater just to see Bill in awe. He snickers and decides to lean back, watching the scene fall apart in front of him.

John drunk is tempted to sleep with a lady of the night and then realizes (before any real thing happens ) that he loves another woman. Feeling this burn and realization he returns to camp only to have her pissed at him again and hes wondering why he even came back.

"Should I go as a scorned woman, or a drunken harlot?" Already with a drink in her hand, Karen questions the poker table of men. Bill, Sean, Javier. She's not even glancing at Sean to get his reaction once she said it, but she also doesn't care since this is her third beer in her hand. "I could always go huntin' for information. You boys are always hunting for some tReAsUrE." The alcohol playing a part in the way her words are delievered. "Bet you'd like to see that, huh, Sean? You think you can handle me with them men?" Now a bit ruder, trying to poke the irish bear before chuckling and glancing towards Javier who's quick to comment. "I heard you were hit the last time you tried that." "I ain't gunna be the one being hit! He tries anything, I'll shoot him in the butt!" She chuckles again, leaning back a bit before moving forwards to rest her arm on the table. "When we heading out? I'm ready to go robbin' " She swings her legs out from under the table just to stand. The world spinning just a little. "Sean, you can stay home and take care of them kids." More so, not wanting him there- at all.