The Love Of A Father (Saturn And His Son)

kinda fucked how javier had to ride all the way to blackwater w trelawny talking his ear off and then they made him ride back with sean

I’m undone already.

self care is turning on your console and starting rdr2 to ride your horsey around aimlessly while taking in the ambience and scenery

FUCK THIS IS SO PRETTY IM WRITHING AROUND ON THE FLOOR

On that cowboy shit again (pls click for better resolution probably ♡)

just did 10 lines of the finest M/F cocaine

augh,,, so many thoughts in such a small head (I am stupid but I know so much about my silly video games and have so much to say)

arthurs relationship with the strange and unknown is something so personal to me

arthur is from our world, in a world where magic doesn't, or well, shouldn't exist, but that doesn't stop him from searching for it, he sees some weird writing on the walls of saint denis and hears rumours of a vampire roaming the streets of saint denis and decides to go looking for it, and he finds a vampire, something that shouldn't exist in this world,

he comes across a weird building made out of sticks and plants and inside is a cauldron filled with strange liquid and he drinks from it (which is insane) and he wakes up outside of the building, fully healed and just walks away,

he meets a man who talks strangely and asks him to look for these weird symbols built on the sides of mountains, he takes note of these weird symbols and once he's found them all he returns to the house where the man is gone and a woman with a baby is there and the baby looks like the man from before and is confirmed to be the man who was there before, he's shocked sure, but he just goes along and accepts that he just met a time traveller,

he can encounter ghosts, men who live with wolves, a man talking behind a giant cave close in who claims to be a giant, giant bones, aliens above a dead cult, etc etc etc

his attitude is basically, "so, that's a thing," and he accepts it, and he makes conversation with the vampire, or the giant, or the man who claims to be the devil, the man who hides in a tree, and he treats them normally as if it isn't something that's so strange and I just think that's really, really beautiful

one thing that fucks me up about red dead is that every part of me believes that even if arthur knew how his sacrifice would ultimately end — that john (and abigail) will still die too young, that jack will become consumed by a revenge mission just like his father — he would still do it

like yes, he was sick, and yes, he knew his path was ending anyway, but he could’ve chosen to try and fight for what he had left — john was even telling him to keep pushing! he could’ve seen charles one more time, could’ve visited mary, could’ve watched more sunsets and gone fishing by the quiet lake at the veteran’s house. could’ve breathed in fresh air a few more times, made a few more drawings, taken advantage of final comforts on that “vacation” he needed and passed in peace with someone at his side, but none of it would matter more to him than the few years he could give john & his family —

it wouldn’t matter that john’s life will still end at the hands of the government, because at least he had some years of peace and got the chance to really grow into his own man, a family man. it wouldn’t matter that jack’s path will veer away from what they all dreamed for him, because at least he had some time reading books and writing stories and just growing up, not moving around all the time, not having to be scolded about the dangers just at the edge of camp.

arthur would look at all the pain and see, well, there’s uncle at family dinner with the marstons. there’s charles exploring a new life in canada. there’s sadie taking on her own identity, making her own way in this life, talking like she can have a future again. there’s john waking early to work on the ranch while abigail makes up the coffee in their new home. there’s jack getting a new storybook for his birthday. there’s their dog, rufus, as energetic as copper used to be.

idk man i just so firmly believe that arthur “face me to the west so i can remember all the fine times we had” morgan, by the end of his path, would give so much to give these small moments of peace and joy to those that could still have them and it kills me

he’s expressing himself with a new haircut!!

hi jovier nation