My John And Hosanna (the Only Acceptable Horse For John)

morston just hurts sooooo good if they never even fucked each other and the only bit of intimacy they’ve ever shared together is arthur locking eyes with john through the cut linen of dutch’s tent — john’s eyes are hollow, wet with tears and red with a young boy’s rage, his jaw is slack, bleeding strangled hymns, his darkly shining hair is splayed over the cot, forms a twisted halo around his skull — arthur feels sick, wants to gag, almost does, wants to run and he almost does that, too, but he can’t bear to leave john alone like this, wonders how many times he’s been alone like this — with dutch — and when dutch hunches forward to run his hand over john’s chest and grasp at his throat his wide frame shadows john, swallows him all up until arthur can only see dark shimmering eyes peering up at him over dutch’s shoulder, refusing to look away and it all makes him feel deathly ill, stomach twisting, the stench of rot in his nose and when john cries and cries and dutch groans, hitches himself flat to john and holds fast there, lips twitching into a smirk, heaving with pride, arthur trembles with anger — fists clenched at his sides, fingers twitching because he can’t decide whether he wants to beat dutch to a bloody mess of fractured bone and mush or fire into him until his body is so full of holes that’s it’s nearly shredded in half — but he just keeps watching and he hates himself for it, and when dutch finally lifts off the boy and moves across the tent and john stays there, torn and shivering, glistening with sweat and tears and perversion, warmth, not hate, not fear, fucking warmth returns to his eyes that never once strayed from arthur’s.

oh my god get the fucking chatgpt shit out of my john marston tags i’m just here for sad dog art and cowboy kisses

this as a first post ig..guh it's quite old but my newest drawings are kinda shit and i have school so its hard to focus and draw </3 so ya here's john marston!!

DO NOT STEAL!!

anywayayya have a great day guys

john marston has never seen snow without blood

i need to kiss whoever decided to give RDR2 epilogue john marston a goddamn red choker. and whoever made him bark like a dog BOTH when drunk and sober.

please just let me go

“The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.”

— Cicero, De Oratore

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