Rdr2 Cents - Blog Posts

The visceral rage that just filled my body

Yall know the mission "My Last Boy"? Yeah the one where Dutch sends a bunch of the native Americans to their deaths, the one where Arthur leads Dutch to the money, the one where Arthur gets steam blown in the face, where Dutch leaves him and he would have died if it wasn't for Eagle Flies? Yeah that one. Arthur isn't paid anything for that mission.

Instead we are given a little message saying "the other half is split between the gang members who worked the job" meaning Dutch does not think Arthur contributed in that mission.He killed all those folk, he fought, he almost died and he showed Dutch the location of the money, yet he didn't get anything because he didn't work it apparently.

something something dutch defense

I die a little every time I imagine him taking the time to write this down.

You’re a good man, Arthur Morgan.

Writing reads: “My whole code that I lived and killed by. Was it true? Or was there a bigger truth I was too dumb to ever see?”

Quote and hand-writing style taken directly from Arthur’s in-game journal.

I think I’m over him and then I remember the pain in his voice as he says, “I gave you all I had.”

this missing arthur morgan hours are hitting hard jesus f christ

Dear Lord, how they hurt me

Hosea, a man who’s willing to face and accept the parts within himself and the realities of the life he’s lived vs Dutch, a man who’s clawing and fighting and resisting; who’s refusing to see the truth even when it’s right in front of him.

Hosea, a man romanticizing the past vs Dutch, a man romanticizing the future.

And their son Arthur— stuck between them in the present, trying to figure out his place in things.

Genuinely this is such a cool concept. Though it certainly isn’t meant to be a horror game, RDR2 does have its fair share of terrifying moments (I still get chills every time I remember my first encounter with the Night Folk)

I would have loved to see Rockstar explore horror more intentionally in a DLC, especially with a focus on Native American legends and cryptid folklore.

Undead Nightmare 2 would have been so good

No I’m not thinking about little frail 14 year old Arthur Morgan scared for his life, yet cautiously following these two men who took him in and fed him.

No I’m not thinking about them teaching him how to read and write, but also how to fight and shoot.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur learning how to ride a horse for the first time on his young filly, Boadicea. Or him begging Dutch and Hosea to let him keep this feral dog who brought chaos and laughter to the camp.

No I’m not thinking about little Arthur Morgan getting scrapes and bruises while running around and being a delinquent and hiding his scrunched face and tears as Hosea tends to his many wounds.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur Morgan in his early twenties when he was introduced to this kid who reminds him of himself, with the wildest personality and sad backstory.

And how he eventually built a brotherly relationship with that kid, John. Someone he can boss around and protect, but call an idiot from time to time, especially since he acted like one sometimes.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur Morgan in his early twenties when he had a son, and then lost him and his son’s mother a few years later. And the grief that came from that.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur Morgan in his mid twenties meeting a Woman whom he was never destined to marry, even though he tried his best for her.

No I’m in fact NOT thinking about Arthur Morgan.

Something about this has broken me

low honor

Me when I’m in a bootlicking competition and my opponent is Micah Bell III

God just suck him off already and get over with it man

This is the most real and true thing to ever be said.

behold. my collection of arthur morgan doodles i kept telling myself i would post (some of these are almost a month old now)

Great heavens

he’s so-

btw this post is about Arthur Morgan and John Marston in that order

My favorite fictional characters fall into two categories, those being

1) I want to delicately pin them up in a display case as you would a butterfly in order to study and preserve their every feature and trait and shield them from The Horrors™️

2) I want to put them in a prescription bottle and shake them around

This has me feeling Some Type Of Way™️

Game over

Literally wanted to cry the first time I heard him say this about himself.

“Sour faced idiot…”

Oh, I love him so much. I just had to draw him like this. He’s so handsome, but he unfortunately sees himself as ugly as the deeds he’s done. They could never make me hate you, Arthur 😔

Hey so um this is making me sick with grief

Family portrait

Just gonna pretend this is what happened

you cannot tell me if lenny had survived to chapter 6 arthur wouldve even let him stay to the end. because i see it more like…

“YOU ARE-” thrashing aggressively as lenny is dragged through a train station “GOING AS MANY MILES AWAY-” porter scowls as arthur throws money at him and lenny scuffs the floor by digging his heels down “AS I CAN AFFORD TO SEND YOU-” arthur screams as lenny bites him “AND GOING STRAIGHT!” lenny is shoved and kicked through train door while he screeches “I AM SO PROUD OF YOU I DONT WANT TO EVER SEE YOU AGAIN!” arthur waves the train away while lenny is stopped from throwing himself out of the window by other passengers.

i need someone to agree with me that sean would LOVE brain rot and would constantly say skibidi

i fully believe this i'm a sean brainrot truther 😔

sean would be so brainrotted he would make some obscure internet reference every five minutes 😔 he would terrorise arthur with calling everything skibidi rizz 😔

he would unironically find it so funny 😔

I need everyone in Saint Denis to understand that walking SOMEWHAT WITHIN YOUR VICINITY is in fact NOT the same as physically assaulting you.

i need everyone in Saint Denis to take driving lessons right now

arthur was right about many things, the most right thing being the need for a little journal to draw every single creature you stare at for three seconds and a place to call people (yourself included) fools. boy, look at this fucked up dog. now this duck. now see here is when i met an elder blind prophet and he said something about the end an era in an ominous but factual way. another duck.

This is actually causing me immense emotional turmoil, thanks for that

hello old friend