Albert Mason - Blog Posts

I find it funny that no matter who you ship Arthur with, some of the most popular ships are him with a dark haired absolute baddie. I’m a firm believer that Arthur is a sucker for dark haired women and/or men (whatever sexuality you believe he is)

… and an extra plus if they’re either widows, in need of any sort of assistance or/and have no or a strained relationship with their immediate family.

I need a biker AU where Arthur is the oily smelly dangerous outlaw biker, and Albert is the spotlessly clean soft Professor of Zoology who has never been near a motorbike before, and after bonding over mutual love of the wilderness, they fall in love and do kissing

Perfect scene for Albert's first time riding, clinging to Arthur like he's about to die, while Arthur is gunning it down an empty highway. (And then Albert sees a condor and screams at Arthur to stop so he can get a photograph 😭)

also Jack has a pedal powered toy motorbike

Arthur: He tossed a few drinks together, poured it out, and made you drink it? How was it?

Albert: Disgusting.

Bartender: That’s not what you said.

Albert: No, because you were there.

Bartender: Well, I’m here now.

Albert: *gesturing to Arthur* But I’m next to my big man.

Fuck you *turns your red dead boys into ponies*

As the world emerges into the 21st century, newspaper articles are printed about the downfall of the legendary Van der Linde gang, one of a dwindling number of outlaw gangs remaining in America. The articles tell how Dutch's Boys were pursued from West Elizabeth all the way out to New Hanover and Lemoyne, the chase finally ending in a place called Beaver Hollow. They list the men who were taken down in the gang's last months, as well as the ones left unaccounted for, warning law-abiding citizens to be vigilant for signs of these dangerous men.

Most of the populace reading these articles either don't pay much mind to the news, or regard it merely as something new to gossip about with their peers. But there are others who find it means far more, as they read one name among the rest: Arthur Morgan.

A man reading the paper in a hotel room before he meets with a gallery owner about his latest showing remembers a wry man who chased coyotes, lured alligators, and herded horses to fuel his dream.

A widow in the safety of her mountain cabin remembers a man who saw her at her lowest and offered a hand, who taught her to hunt and kept her company over a meal.

A young couple far away in Boston remember a man who carried their letters, and faced down their families to give them a chance at freedom.

They're not alone, others sprinkled across the country who recognize the name as being attached to a man who changed their lives despite how briefly he was in it. A man with a past he was never entirely proud of, but one who managed to leave behind a legacy that others could be nonetheless.