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Leather and Lace - Chapter16:  Feelings Revealed

PART 2 - WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?

Summary: After Arthur’s rejection, tensions run high between the two of you and decisions need to be made.

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The ride back to camp from the overlook is terribly awkward. Your mind is blank and foggy and your body numb as you sit slightly slumped in Blue's saddle. You are reeling from the preceding events. You keep your horse moving at a quicker pace to stay ahead of Arthur's as you head home. Any time that you hear him approaching closer to you, your muscles tense up and you spur your heels into Blue's side to encourage him to go just a bit faster to maintain the distance between you. You can't even bring yourself to look at Arthur for fear of shattering into inconsolable pieces out of humiliation.  

For Arthur, the entire ride back is riddled with regret and second-guessing. He casts his gloomy eyes on your backside the entire way home, without so much as a glance back or sound from you. It causes his heart to break in two. And oh, how he wants to give the other half of it to you. But as he looks down at his gnarled hands and the worn metal of the guns that hang so naturally on his hips, he knows this is the way it has it be. He is going to keep you safe, whether you like it or not. You may hate him for it, but at least you'll be alive to do it.

When you hit the treeline of the camp, you push Blue just a bit faster and lead him to the far end of the hitching posts, determined to stay as far away from Arthur as you can for the time being. You quickly dismount, with the hair on the back of your neck standing up as you feel his eyes watching you, while keeping your back to the man. Once you have Blue settled in for the day, you make haste to head to your tent, walking briskly and keeping your head down. Your eyes stay focused along the soft grass at your feet, desperate to avoid any attention from anyone else in camp. Somewhere in the distance, you can hear Karen calling your name, but you pretend not to hear her. You are not in the mood for visiting and carrying-on with your friends right now.

As soon as you reach your tent, your trembling fingers fumble to draw the sides down, a clear indication that you do not want to be disturbed. You can only hope that no one hears you sobbing quietly within the canvas. You are numb, totally and completely, as you fold your arms around yourself to keep from shaking. You cannot wrap your swimming mind around what has just happened. You poured your heart out to Arthur. You literally begged the man to be with you. And he rejected you. And worse yet, he basically severed himself from you in the process.

Arthur slowly climbs down from his own horse upon arrival, and silently watches you walk away and head to your tent. Regret coats his insides like water pouring over a river rock. But he doesn't have time to wallow too long. The man isn't even in camp for five minutes and Dutch is calling his name. He lets out a heavy groan, accompanied by a long sigh, at the sound of Dutch's voice carrying through the camp. Dutch is the last thing he wants to deal with right now.

Of course, Arthur's heavy footfalls and scowl are lost on Dutch as he approaches the older man's tent. Arthur is his guard dog; Dutch is used to seeing him angry and sullen. In fact, he almost prefers it. Dutch needs him this way. Arthur stands in front of Dutch's tent, his gaze unfocused and mind wandering as Dutch speaks to him. The man's deep voice sounds muffled in Arthur's ear as he half-halfheartedly pays attention to what is being said to him, his mind somewhere else entirely.

"Think you can handle that?" Dutch's words finally catch Arthur's attention, snapping him out of his listless thoughts.

Arthur lifts his eyes to meet Dutch's expectant gaze. "Whatever. Just make sure the tip is solid and I'll make it work."

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Arthur takes advantage of the quick job Dutch sends him on the day that you have confessed your feelings for him. He smartly uses the opportunity to give you some breathing room and time to calm down a bit. After checking in with Dutch upon his return, he heads over to his tent to put away his things and takes a minute to breathe. Arthur stands with his thumbs hanging from his gun belt as he surveys the camp, checking the state of things. His body naturally falls into this stance whenever he stands still for a moment. And right now, he is more weary than he’s been in a long while.

His wandering eyes eventually find you working alone in your med-tent. Your hair is pulled back and out of your face so you can work, but a few tendrils of soft locks have escaped and dangle to frame your face. Your hands move slowly, practically dancing around the bowl that has enveloped your attention. Arthur takes in the heavenly sight of you, standing in a simple white blouse and green skirt set comfortably upon your hips, mulling over what he should do, as he nervously chews his plump bottom lip for a moment. Eventually, he decides to see how things feel between you two and tentatively makes his way over to your med-tent.

Arthur kneads his thumb into the palm of the opposite hand nervously while he waits for you to notice him standing there outside the tent.  He stands with an uneasy grin, fidgeting slightly. "Hey you.”

You briefly look up from the steaming bowl of herbs and boiling water that you are stirring, careful not to look him in the eye for too long. "What can I do for you, Arthur?" Your voice carries none of the usual excitement that he hears when you see him.

Arthur's face drops, disappointed with your short reply. He clears his throat to attempt to dislodge the knot there before trying to continue. "I was out earlier and found some of that yarrow and dandelion root you use all the time. Grabbed some for you." He reaches into his satchel and pulls out a bundle of the fragrant herbs. He carefully unwraps them from the white cotton rag he's kept them in and holds them out to you with his large hands. A hopeful look sits upon his brow as he cranes his neck a bit to see if this peace offering will get you to look at him.

"Thank you. You can set them down on the table there," you instruct softly, pointing to the end of the table with your wooden spoon. Usually you'd jump at the chance to take something from Arthur, seizing any opportunity to touch his hands and for your fingers to teasingly graze across each other’s. But not this time. And this deviation in your behavior isn’t lost on Arthur, either.

"I could take you out and show you where I found it, if you like? In case you need more?" He gingerly sets the bundle of plants down, watchful for your reaction.

“Actually, that bundle there will last me awhile. But thank you.” With a quick and awkward smile, you return your full attention to the steaming liquid in front of you.

“Sure” he murmurs, feeling crushed. Arthur stands there a moment longer, as there is usually some sort of chatter from you. You always try to utilize his attention as much as you can when you have it. But now, you venture nothing else for him. So he turns and walks away, his boots slow to move in the grass. He does not notice that you discreetly reach up to wipe a rogue tear that escapes and cascades down your cheek as he turns away.

And so it goes on this way for a few days. You speak to Arthur only when he speaks to you, and even then, it's simple exchanges. There's no more joking or banter between you. Gone are the stolen glances and discreet blushes when catching each other staring. You have no harshness towards him, of course. But you can't bring yourself to maintain the flirtatious nature of your relationship either. You are not mad at Arthur after your revelation at the overlook, nor are you mean to him. You simply treat him like anyone else. Which, as it turns out, is something that Arthur is not prepared for. He is used to your smiles and greetings just for him. He is used to being special to you. But now, Arthur is just like everyone else in the gang.

This change in the dynamic weighs heavily on Arthur. His feelings aside, he simply misses you. It's been a long time since Arthur has had someone he can talk to and confide in. For someone who is generally annoyed by other people, Arthur has found that he enjoys your specific company. Your conversations and activities together range from the profound and insightful to the delightfully mundane and ordinary. In fact, he has come to need your companionship to balance the negativity of his life. Your softness counteracts the harshness that he experiences every time he is away from you. He craves the blissful distraction that your honey-sweet voice offers him.

One afternoon, Arthur decides to make another attempt to talk about this precarious situation. He catches you by the laundry while you are hanging today's wash to dry. You notice him out of the corner of your eye making his way over to you and you can feel your stomach start to churn as you avert your eyes to the task at hand.

He stops just in front of you as his hand comes up to rub against his chin nervously. "Y/N? Can I talk to you a minute, please?"

With a blank stare, you say nothing in response. You slowly lower your hands from the clothes line, twirling the clothes pins in your hands in distraction.

"Look, I know you're not happy with me right now, and I understand that," he starts. "But I was hoping we could still be friendly and all." Arthur's sapphire eyes search yours, looking for some indication that you are willing to put this unpleasantness behind you both.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you hesitate before you answer him. "Did you change your mind?"

"No," he shakes his head, glancing down at his boots. "No, I can't go about that. But I want things to just go back to how they were between us." Arthur is a simple man, and he is also a creature of habit. He is used to your presence in his life and, more importantly, the impact that you have on it.

“It doesn’t work like that, Arthur." You furrow your brows at him, finally speaking more than a few words at a time. "I understand your reasoning, I suppose. I don’t agree with it, but I accept it." You pause, looking down as your eyes begin to flutter at the emotional wave that you are trying to halt in your gut before you continue. "You’re allowed to feel what you do about it. I suppose I can’t be angry with you for that." Rolling the smooth wooden clothespins between your fingertips and inhaling deeply through your nose, you lift your chin to catch his gaze again. "But don’t expect me to act like nothing happened, Arthur.”

"I just can’t go down that road again, (Y/N)," he says, gesturing with his palm out, imploring you to understand. "Besides, I just want you to have a normal life."

With a slight shake of your head, you look up into his face. "Arthur, I have no interest in a 'normal life'. And besides, my life has been anything but normal already."

His only response is an eye roll before looking off to the side in frustration, trying not to start a fight with you again. The movement causes a pang of annoyance to strike in your chest as your hand plants onto your hip.

"I don't need your constant protection, Arthur." Your statement comes across a little more harshly than you intend to when you notice he is trying not to look you in the eye.

It is a comment that makes him slowly turn his face back to you with a sarcastic scowl. "Oh, I beg to differ on that one." God, the condescension is almost tangible.

You let out a deep and disappointed sigh as you study him a moment. "Nevermind. You just don’t get it." Shaking your head and dismissing this whole conversation, you bend over and harshly snatch up the laundry basket at your feet. You maneuver around him to head back to the tents and leave him standing there.

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By this point, you have become quiet and melancholy around camp. Everyone notices that you're not your usual bubbly self, as you seem to float through camp now, rather than be a part of it. Always observant, Abigail has had enough and pins you down to ask what the hell is going on with you.

"Why are you and Arthur so odd lately? Did something happen? Did you have a fight or something?" She eyes you suspiciously, handing you a cup of coffee while you and the girls take a break from chores and sit at one of the tables. The weather is still fairly warm today and everyone is bustling about to prepare for the oncoming colder months ahead.

You look over at Abigail with a woeful look as you accept the hot cup. "I told Arthur how I feel about him."

The girls all gasp in excitement, eager to finally talk about this thrilling topic. But your somber expression immediately halts their celebratory giggles.

"I don't understand, (Y/N), why aren't you more excited about this?" asks Tilly, leaning in closer to you from across the table to know more, astonishment draped across her cherub face.

You stare listlessly at the cup in your hands. "He turned me down. He said no."  

“He said what?!” Abigail’s eyes shoot wide before quickly screwing down in confusion.

“No! Why would he say that?” breathes Mary-Beth in hushed wonder, bringing her hand up to her mouth in shock. She exchanges a confused glance with Tilly before looking back to you, anxious for details.

You shrug softly with a sorrowful smile. “He doesn’t think he’s good enough for me, I guess.”

“Well, duh, of course he isn’t!” Karen blurts out with a wave of her hand before it slams down onto the table with a loud clap next to you. “But let’s be honest, there probably isn’t a man alive who is.”

“He’s entitled to his decision,” you quietly repeat the worn excuse you had given to Arthur already. “Besides, he’s been hurt before. I suppose I can’t blame him.”

“This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard," argues Karen, her pouty red lips frowning. "Do you want me to go talk some sense into him, honey? I’ll put my foot in his ass and set him straight.” Her doll-like eyes burn with intensity as she crosses her arms over her chest in a huff.

“No, no." You can’t help but smile at your friend's defense of you as the image of Karen taking on Arthur makes you chuckle a bit. "I can’t force him to be with me and I wouldn’t want to anyway.”

“It just doesn’t make any sense, (Y/N),” Mary-Beth points out. “I mean, we’ve all seen the way he looks at you. And when you two are dancin’ by the fire… I wish I had that.” Mary-Beth is so sweet and always the hopeless romantic of your circle. And while all of the girls have been pulling for you and Arthur to be together, it is always Mary-Beth who is the biggest supporter of it. When you had your hang-over confession of your crush on Arthur after your drunken night out with Karen, Mary-Beth told you that you and Arthur are like a real-life story out of one of her romance novels. At the time, you dismissed the silly notion as nothing more than a foolish daydream. But, still, it was a comment that made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

With a dejected sigh, your chin lands into the palm of your hand. Your shoulders sink as you lean onto the table. "Well, doesn’t matter now, does it?"

There is an awkward stillness as this discussion settles amongst your little group. Frankly, the girls are speechless. But your quiet moment with the girls doesn't last too long before Ms. Grimshaw saunters over and disperses you all. As long as there is daylight, there is work to do, and she will make damn sure that it gets done. Dividing up the chores between you all, the matriarch ushers you and Abigail over to Pearson's wagon to start prepping vegetables for tonight's dinner. You grab yourself a cutting board and a bowl of potatoes and amble over to a small work table to start peeling.

Once she has Jack occupied, Abigail grabs a bowl of carrots for herself and sits down across the table from you. She watches you with a heartbroken and disappointed look as you set about your task. You and she have become quite close since you've come here to join the Van Der Linde gang. While she certainly cares for Arthur as her own family, she feels just awful for you. She knows how much you care for Arthur. It's so obvious in everything that you do. And she knows that you could make Arthur truly happy, too. 'Damn him,' Abigail thinks to herself. 'Why does he have to be so god-awful stubborn?'

"I’m sorry, (Y/N), really I am." Abigail's voice breaks the painful silence as the two of you work. You look up at her with the eyes of a puppy that's been kicked. "I don’t know what’s gotten into Arthur. I really thought he’d jump at the chance to call you his," she insists tenderly.

You nod in understanding, but honestly, the whole situation is becoming exhausting. You've tried so hard to come to terms with it, but it's becoming harder than you expected. “Maybe it was a mistake to come here," you admit softly, your voice slightly broken. "But back home in the east, I have nowhere to go, and I can’t go back to Rosewood." You reach into the bowl of potatoes again, your fingers working as you precariously drag the knife over the starchy vegetables. "But, I don’t want to be a problem here either, though. I’d leave here but I'm afraid to even do that." You cringe internally at how pathetic you sound, especially complaining to Abigail who has had her fair share of hardship in this world.

She observes you with a sympathetic click of her tongue being the only sound she is able to muster at the moment as you continue.

"You know," lifting your eyes back Abigail, "Arthur said I shouldn’t even be here. Suppose he’s right about that. As usual." You roll your eyes a bit. "I guess I just don’t belong anywhere."

Abigail reaches over the table and wraps her hand over top of yours. "Oh, (Y/N) please don’t say that. Of course you belong here." She affectionately squeezes your hand a bit more. "Don't listen to that fool. You're one of us now." Chuckling, she adds, "Whether you like it or not."

You finally stop peeling potatoes and give her a tired but appreciative smile. "It's times like this that I really miss my father, you know? At least we were misfits together.” Your face drops a bit at the memory of him. You and he came out west together to start a new life and, well, that is certainly what has happened. You have forged a new path for yourself with this gang of thieves and miscreants and found a new family within it.

But still, you miss your father terribly, as he was always your one true and unyielding ally in this world. There have been many moments where you have caught yourself in tears and heartache over his abrupt death. While the members of the Van Der Linde gang have been most gracious in welcoming you into their circle, that pang of sorrow still lingers like a fresh wound. And now in light of this situation with Arthur, it seems to have come back to the surface ten-fold as you're not sure what to do now. Your father was always such a kind and understanding man, very pragmatic. You’d give anything just to have his council again.

After the two of you are done helping Mr. Pearson with dinner, you head back to the privacy of your tent to nurse a throbbing headache, and Abigail wanders over to the fire with Jack in tow. While her boy plays with his wooden figurines at her feet, Abigail sits cross-legged on the ground with her chin in her hand, staring into the crackling flames with a contemplative scowl on her face. Soon enough, an all-too familiar raspy voice catches her attention.

"Oh boy, who's on your shit-list now?" jokes John as he playfully tugs on the few wisps of hair that hang from her loose bun and dance along the nape of her neck. He slowly lowers himself to sit next to her, leaning out onto his knees with his elbows. "I'm hopin' it ain't me." He bumps into her shoulder with a smirk.

She snorts in his direction. "No, for once, it's not you. It's that idiot brother of yours."

John listens to Abigail vent her frustrations out to him as she goes on for a good twenty minutes. (Honestly, it feels good to him to not be the target of her ire for a change.) And after hearing of what is going on between you two, John decides to talk to Arthur about it. He actually agrees with his woman for once and wants to see if he can nudge Arthur in the right direction. You and John may have gotten off on the wrong foot when you first came to join the gang, but since then, he has come to be quite fond of you. He appreciates the friendship you have provided for Abigail, and you’ve helped him to create a better relationship with her. And, as much as he and Arthur bicker, John has to admit that you are good for Arthur. Plus, if he doesn't talk to Arthur, Abigail certainly will. And John will try to spare his brother her wrath that he knows all too well himself.

John finds Arthur over by the horses, getting them fed and watered for the night before everyone settles in by the fires. He saunters over to Arthur, no announcement, no greeting. He just blurts out “Are you crazy?!"

Arthur halts in his movements, looking over his shoulder and giving John a confused look. "What in the hell are you goin' on about now, Marston?"

"You have a woman like (Y/N) throwing herself at you and you say 'no'?! Jesus, I don’t ever want to hear you talk about how stupid I am!” John plants his hands on his narrow hips as he scolds the man in front of him. Arthur just gives him another confused look. "Abigail told me," replies John. "Apparently (Y/N) is all upset and was talking to Abigail about it."

Arthur rolls his eyes to the sky. "Shit..."  

"And before you get all mad at (Y/N) for blabbin', Abigail had to drag it out of her," John says quickly. "She was wonderin' why (Y/N)'s been actin' funny the last few days. "

"Oh..." Arthur sighs. He tosses the horse brush that is in his hand into the bucket at his feet and shoves his fingertips into his eye sockets in frustration. Great. Now the whole damn camp is going to know his business. "It ain’t that easy, Marston." He offers John his feeble excuse with a dismissive wave of his arm towards his brother.

John rolls his eyes in exasperation. "Well, what’s so damn hard about it, Arthur? She likes you, you like her - and don't tell me that you don't!" he quickly points his finger at Arthur before the man can even deny it. "It don’t get much easier than that!"

"What if..." Arthur's hand waves haplessly in the air, his eyes scattering across the camp, as he tries to find the words. "What if I get her killed? Huh?" A long, depressed sigh escapes his chest as he turns to lean his burly arms out over top of Buck's backside as he thinks. "Or, what if she decides that she really doesn't like me after all?" His chin turns back over his shoulder to meet John's questioning gaze again. "What then?"

"Well, that's a real possibility. I mean, I've known you for years and I still don't like you," John snickers.

"Don't be an ass," Arthur snaps back.

John proudly places his hand over his chest. "I can honestly say that for once, between the two of us, Arthur, I am not the ass in this situation here."

“She deserves better than the likes of me,” Arthur continues, flipping his hand about wildly again to indicate himself and the camp. And as he hears his own words hanging in the air, Arthur knows he's trying to convince himself more than John right now. Deep down, he's desperately trying to justify the huge mistake he knows that he is making.

“Well, that goes without saying." John walks a few steps closer to Arthur, casually patting Buck's hind quarters as he speaks. "But I say, if you really want (Y/N) to be happy, then just give her what she wants. And for whatever reason, that’s you, jack-ass." He looks his brother in the eye, an impish grin on his thin lips. "(Y/N) is not dumb, Arthur. Did you ever stop to think that if someone like her fancies you, then you can’t be all that bad?”

Arthur thinks on this for a moment, stunned by this idea. He's never considered it from that perspective. His vividly colored eyes dart around as the notion rolls about in his head. "You know, Marston, you may not be all that dense, after all."

John simply snorts in response. "Well, ain't that hard, considering the company that I keep."

"I can't believe I'm taking relationship advice from you of all people," Arthur mutters, as he draws his hand over his face in disbelief.

"I know, right?" John chuckles a bit as he slaps Arthur on the shoulder.

To Arthur's surprise, his talk with John actually makes him feel better. He decides to try to make things up to you, or to at least make the focused effort to go back to how things were before. But to his dismay, you resist his advances. You are trying to keep your distance from him at this point, avoiding him whenever you can, as you find that it's just too painful to be around him. You eat your meals in your tent, and you keep to yourself when you work. You are not unkind or rude to Arthur, using only simple one word answers when you have to talk to him. But there is no fondness or attachment with him as usual. The familiarity between the two of you has dwindled like a dying candle flame about to be swallowed in a bed of used wax.

You strategically place yourself the furthest away from Arthur whenever he is in camp, volunteering for any task that Ms. Grimshaw has available to keep yourself preoccupied. Grimshaw hates it when you girls are interrupted from whatever work she has dictated you to do. So you will use her iron-will to your advantage to shield yourself from Arthur if you can.

Aside from washing laundry all day, you run errands with Mr. Pearson, run scouts with Javier, and try to get out of camp altogether whenever you have the opportunity. You jump at the chance to go hunting with Charles any time he offers. In fact, you have come to rely on Charles quite a bit lately. Charles naturally has a calming presence about him and he has become a great comfort to you. He himself is also a bit of a loner and outsider in this group, and you have found a kindred spirit in him.

At one point you are in your tent cleaning up and turn to head out to find Charles. You are not paying attention, looking down as you shake out the jacket in your hands and you run right into Arthur, almost bouncing off of his chest. He has come to try to talk to you yet again, and corners you by your tent. He is standing in front of you with his thumbs tucked into his gun belt, as he usually does, but this time he has a slight scowl set upon his face, his eyes dark. If you didn't know him better, you'd be intimidated by his demeanor standing there.

You gasp, jumping slightly and placing a hand over your chest in surprise. "Jesus, Arthur! You scared the hell out of me!"  

“Figured I had to sneak up on you lest you run away from me again," he retorts, his voice carrying a tinge of annoyance to it. "What, are you trying to make me jealous by hangin' 'round with other men, now?”

You halt at his accusation, your face twisting up. "Excuse me?"

“You’ve been hangin' 'round with Charles quite a bit lately." His eyes level at you with a cold and mirthless stare.

"Have I?" Your reply is sarcastically innocent. You do not care for his insinuation in the slightest, and now it is you who is getting annoyed.

"Yeah, you have," Arthur pushes. "You won’t go out hunting with me, but you’ll go out with him.” He juts his thumb over his shoulder back at the camp behind him.

“I like Charles," you counter harshly. "He doesn’t talk much. I don’t have to worry about stupid shit coming out of his mouth.”

"Is that a fact?" His slow drawl is clearly an indication that he is not amused at your statement.

"Yes, it is. Is that a problem, Arthur?" You are not about to back down from him, no matter how much he towers over you as he steps even closer to you now while you glare up at him bitterly.

He waves his hand at you in irritation. "No. No, you do whatever you damn well want.” You can tell he is getting riled up now, as his eyes are flashing, and you can see his jaw clenching, even under his beard.

“Good, because I plan to," you snap at him again. "Besides, what am I supposed to do?" You toss the jacket that you are still holding onto your cot behind you before crossing your arms defensively over your chest. "And where’s this coming from, anyway, Arthur? I thought you wanted no part of that?"

He just stares at you, not really sure what to say to that. The argument is right there on the tip of his tongue, ready to strike its ugly head. He wants nothing more than to grab you and hold you tight, never letting you go; needing you to just stop lashing out at him for a damn second. But he can’t. He just…can’t. So instead, he stands there like a mountain; silent and not moving.

Anger begins to build in your chest, causing the brows above your beautiful eyes to crease. You can feel your heart beating painfully faster as the adrenaline courses through your body. And you can sense that your mouth is about to pour forth words that will be an unstoppable waterfall.

"First there’s the glances, the lingering touches, taking me out places, talking to me all the time," you start rambling, your composure quickly crumbling now that you are speaking to him again. "Then all of a sudden acting like I'm nothing to you-“

"Hey! I never said you were nothing to me!” he interrupts with a shout as he takes another step closer to you.

"- only to be jealous, now?!" Your voice squeaks as it hits the louder decibel.

“I ain’t jealous and I never promised you anything! You’re the one who made it complicated!” He points his large finger in your face, mere inches from your nose.

"Right, my error. My miserable error for giving a damn about you!" Your arms shoot straight at your sides as your voice continues to rise in anger, your eyes dangerously brimmed with tears that threaten to spill forth and betray your hard front.

You lower your head to your hands, driving your fingertips into your temples, desperately trying to keep your brain from exploding. "What are you doing, Arthur?"

"What?" he snaps defensively.

"What are you doing to me?!," you holler at him, lifting your face back to his. "You want me here, but you don’t want me here. You don’t want me, but you don’t want me with anyone else, either. You can’t keep stringing me like that! What is it that you want, Arthur?!"

"I don’t know what the hell I want!” His voice roars into your face, standing nose to nose with you now, so close that you can feel his hot breath across your cheeks.

"Well that’s obvious," you say flatly.

And as you fearlessly hold his stony gaze, it occurs to you that you're going to have to let this fantasy of yours die. You've tried so hard to make him see what’s in himself, and to see you; to get him to see that your heart is here for his taking and, more importantly, that he deserves to be loved in return.

But he’s a broken outlaw. And you're going to have to come to terms with that and let him go. The reality of this idea painfully nets over your heart as your gaze flutters before it drops from his angry eyes to his heaving chest and finally falls to the ground to his dusty boots.

Defeated, your shoulders drop. You shake your head as you turn away from him, not able to look upon his face anymore. "Just…get the hell out of my tent, Arthur." Your tone is quiet and broken now after all of the yelling. He's done it. He's won the argument and finally gotten what he's been pushing you for. You're done with your childish fantasy of making this fearsome outlaw a partner to you.

Arthur stands there staring at your back for a moment, the corner of his eyes stinging slightly. Rage electrifies and radiates throughout his whole body as his hands flex in and out of a fist at his sides. Finally, he turns and storms away from your tent. "God damn it!" he mutters harshly to himself. Why is it that everything he touches turns to shit?

From where he's been watching this whole exchange, Hosea quickly stands up from his chair, alarmed, as he watches Arthur stalk angrily away from your tent.

“Arthur!” Hosea calls out, his face clearly laced with concern. For an "angry Arthur" is a "dangerous Arthur" for sure.

"Not now, Hosea!" Arthur snaps, waving the older man off without so much as a glance in his direction as he stomps off.

Arthur is so infuriated right now, he's not really sure what to do. He's irrationally upset with you. He keeps replaying that day at the overlook when you revealed your affection for him. Why in the hell did you have to do that? It ruined everything. The two of you could have remained friends, and if he longed for you, he could just do it secretly as he's been doing since he's met you. But no, you had to push the idea and now the two of you are either hollering at each other or not speaking altogether. Why did you have to come here and be so nice to him? Why did you have to make him fall for you?

But he soon realizes how foolish he is being, chastising himself. It's not your fault, but his. He never should have let it get this far. He should have kept his distance from you from the start. He should have known he’d be weak-willed and defenseless against someone as good and pure as you.

Arthur stalks back to his tent and as he does, he looks up and sees Charles sitting outside of his own tent. He's sitting upon a log as a makeshift chair, his attention acutely fixated on the materials in his hands. Looks like he is making more arrows. 'Probably so he can take (Y/N) out hunting again,' Arthur sourly thinks to himself.

Arthur walks over to Charles, knowing he probably shouldn't right now. All of his reasoning argues that he should just stop and try to calm down. But unfortunately, Arthur is not thinking rationally at the moment. Charles casually lifts his head as he sees Arthur approach out of the corner of his eye.

"Arthur." Charles greets him with an air of caution, as he can see the tension on his friend's face. He could hear you and Arthur arguing just a few minutes ago. From where his tent is situated in camp, it is farther from yours, so Charles couldn't hear exactly what was said, only the volume and tone with which it was.

"Charles," Arthur coolly greets in return. "What you workin' on there? Hmm? More arrows to go huntin' with?" He cocks his head to the side as he coldly stares down at the items in Charles' hands.

"Yeah. I promised (Y/N) the next time we go out that we'd work on her bow skills. Been working with her on tracking lately. But she really wants to get a grasp on working with a bow."

Arthur looks on with disdain as Charles’ large fingertips delicately wrap the end of the arrow shaft with feathers.

"Oh, I'm sure she wants to get a grasp on somethin', alright," Arthur retorts bitterly.

Arthur's tone makes Charles hesitate. He looks back to Arthur and measures his words carefully. "You got a problem with me taking (Y/N) out hunting, Arthur?"

"Maybe I do."

Charles is not a violent man by nature, but he will stand his ground if need be. He has no designs to "steal" you from Arthur, if that is what the other man thinks he's doing. He has no intention of fighting over you, either. But Charles will fight for you if he has to. He puts the shafts and string in his lap down on the ground next to his feet. Arthur doesn’t move a muscle of his large frame as Charles slowly stands to square off and meets him at eye level.

“If you got a problem with (Y/N), Arthur, that’s between you two. She and I are only hunting together. That's all." Charles's voice is low and even. He doesn't want to provoke his good friend, but he also resents his tone. "Apparently, she's looking to get out of camp a lot lately, looking for some peace and quiet. And, she's a good shot, damn good shot, in fact. So she is welcome to hunt with me whenever she wants." Charles pauses, standing a little straighter, pushing his chest out a bit. "Besides, she’s my friend, too.”

Arthur cocks a knowing eyebrow at Charles. “Yeah, and we all know how friendships can go.”

“Mind yourself, Arthur,” warns Charles, pointing his finger at his chest and giving his friend a look that is more of disappointment than anger, before he sits back down and calmly resumes his work. He understands Arthur's frustration, and understands that he is not the target of the outlaw's anger. He also knows Arthur is better than this pettiness, too. But more importantly, Charles won't stand for anyone speaking badly about you, regardless of who it is.

Arthur says nothing else, realizing that he is not getting anywhere with Charles. So to avoid ruining yet another relationship that he has come to rely on, Arthur smartly buttons his lips and walks off to sulk in the solitude of his tent.

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This stunning image comes from @regwishesshehadmagic​

The morning following your fight, Arthur is awake before the sun. He watches with bleary eyes as the crisp morning sun begins to fracture into his tent between the opening in the canvas. Not being able to sleep all night, he drags himself to sit up on his cot with a groan, rubbing his hands through his disheveled hair.  Despite his overwhelming fatigue, he is so restless, he can’t stand it. Feeling as if he is on the edge of going crazy, Arthur quickly gets himself together and rides out of camp before anyone is aware. He doesn't know where he is going or what he is going to do, only that he has to get out of this godforsaken camp and clear his head.

He spends the next two days out in the woods, thinking about what to do and what he really wants. He is being torn apart by this rift between you and him, torn between what he wants and what he feels is right. Arthur sits among the trees, silent as a statue, while the forest life goes on about its merry way around him, and rolls his doubts and misgivings over and over again in his mind, along with what Micah had said. Torturing himself with angry and hurtful words, the man blames himself for allowing himself to be in this situation to begin with.

As the long day draws out into the night, Arthur still sits, legs stretched out before him as the small campfire illuminates the now-encroaching darkness. And of course, Arthur also thinks of you. He takes his journal out and reads over the entries. Refreshing his memory with thoughts of you, he relives the moments you've spent together. Each passage brings forth a plethora of emotions, each stronger than the last. Your image is scattered throughout the worn pages in various forms, from the details of your eyes and lips, to the graceful curve of your neck, visible when your hair is pulled up, to a full-body likeness of you standing with Jack on your hip. His rough fingers trace over the lines of your face as he sits in deep thought, a small smile involuntarily blooming across his features.

But most importantly, he thinks about what you said at the overlook. His eyes relax and stare unfocused into the dancing flames of his fire, and Arthur's chest tightens as he vividly remembers the look on your face when he declined your affections and sat there and did nothing as he watched your eyes rim with tears. Your voice still booms in his ears:  “What is it that you want, Arthur?!”

Arthur’s fingers move as if combing through mud as he pulls a cigarette out of his satchel and lights it. Pulling a long drag off of the end, he lets out an extended and tired sigh. What does he want?

He knows he’s lonely. He hates to admit it, but he is. Cold nights and empty beds; no warm arms waiting to welcome him home. But the fear of exposing himself to love again, only for it to end horribly, is terrifying, even to a fearsome, hard outlaw. Losing Eliza and Issac shattered his heart. And Mary’s rejection has left him bitter and angry. Over the years, Arthur has channeled his hurt and pain into an armor until he has become someone else altogether; a shell of what he once was, and he wasn’t all that great to begin with. He’s no good, like a rotten apple that’s fallen from the tree that no one wants to take. Arthur doesn’t think he has it in him to do it all over again. And now, he is in a position to be stuck between living his life and running from it.

But you are different. You are not as young and naive as Eliza was. Nor are you as self-serving as Mary. Though he cared for and loved both women, Arthur knew, even then, that he was doomed, for these women did not fit with his family and lifestyle. But with you, that burden is removed. Not only do you accept the gang, but you have embraced it. And you are someone who cares for him, not for what he does, but for who he is.

You are delightfully chaotic; quite the beautiful mess, in fact. Arthur finds you to be wonderfully out of place in his life, but maybe that is as it should be. Kind of like when you see the moon during the daytime. You’ve turned your broken into beautiful and made your strength look invincible. You have never asked Arthur for the moon and the stars, but only to lay in the damp grass at night with you to watch them. And to Arthur, this means more than anything. The way your nose wrinkles when you smile. The way your eyes light up when you see him. The way you snort sometimes when you laugh. The way you get impassioned when you speak of something that touches you. Even the way you walk away from the fire at night to head back to your tent. Arthur wants it all.

And it is then that Arthur is hit with a profound realization. His eyes open wide and the air is sucked out of his chest as if he's been thrown from his horse. Arthur loves you. He loves you. And, more importantly, he wants the two of you to be together. More than anything. But can he do that?

He knows it's not the safe path, and probably not what is best for you. But John is right: if this is what you both really want, why not do it? He finally comprehends that he’s spent so much time being strong for everyone else that he’s never allowed himself to be happy. Maybe that needs to change now.

With resolve in his veins, Arthur quickly packs up his makeshift camp, literally tripping over himself in his haste, and heads back home.

As Arthur comes down the path back to camp, his eyes immediately notice that your horse is gone. Disappointed, but not discouraged, Arthur thinks about his next move and decides to ask Abigail and Mary-Beth what to do. If he is going to fix this great divide between you and him, he is going to need help to do it, as so far, he clearly doesn't know what he's doing on his own. He needs to bring "the big guns," as they say. And fortunately, Arthur finds the very two people he needs sitting together at a table.

“Can I talk to you ladies a minute?" Arthur calls over as he walks with purpose in their direction with a very determined look upon his face. The two women halt their conversation upon hearing him, curious about what he could want.

Mary-Beth smiles up at him as Arthur gets close to their table. "Sure, Arthur. What do you need?" He sits down next to Mary-Beth, pausing to organize his thoughts before he just comes right out with it.

"(Y/N) told me how she feels about me. You know, that she likes me an’ all. And like a fool, I pushed her away.” His eyes dart back and forth from both of their faces before shamefully down at his own hands that fidget on the table. "I guess I underestimated how I’d feel about that."

Abigail sits up straighter as a huge smile begins to cross her lips. “Are you saying that you want to be with her then, Arthur?”

"The question was never if I wanted to," he says to Abigail. "But she won’t even speak to me now." He holds his hands up in defeat before letting them fall haplessly onto the table, and looks to the women with a pathetic face, pleading for help. "Every time I try, we end up yellin’, and I make it worse."

Abigail gives him a scolding look. "Well, Arthur, you wounded her pride and broke her heart. What do you expect?" 

“Maybe you need a grand gesture?” suggests Mary-Beth, gesturing with her arms in emphasis. Her eyes go wide with excitement, eager to help usher this new relationship into existence. "(Y/N) can be stubborn, for sure. So if she won't talk to you, Arthur, then make her listen. Maybe you need to show her how you feel?"

“If you’re going to do something, you may need to do it soon, Arthur," warns Abigail, tapping her finger on the table. She goes on to tell him that you feel as if you don’t belong and have been distancing yourself from the whole camp.

 "She's up and out before anyone else, and when she is in camp, she rarely leaves her tent now." This worries Arthur because what if you decide to leave? Then what? He’s scared to lose you even though you're not his to lose.

Arthur sits quietly, taking in all of this information. He tries to think of what he could possibly do while Abigail and Mary-Beth both stare at him, waiting for the answer. "Thank you, girls. I appreciate your help," he finally says. "Do me a favor though, and don't mention this to (Y/N), please? I don't know what I'm doin' just yet, and I don't want to disappoint her even more than I already have."

"Sure, Arthur. Whatever you say," Mary-Beth answers with a hopeful grin. “Good Luck!”

He then looks to Abigail, who just stares back obstinately.

"Abigail?"

"Ugh, OK fine! I won't say anything. But you had better do something, Arthur Morgan!" as she points her finger at him. "Or so help me-"

"OK, OK!" he holds up his hands in surrender as he stands up. "I don't need two women in camp after me. I'll take care of it." And he smiles to himself as he heads to his tent to plan.

After mulling over his options, Arthur decides to ride back to Rosewood where you came from to see if he can find anything of your father's there. If you are missing your family, as Abigail told him, Arthur is hoping to bring back some sort of remembrance of him for you. After a quick check-in with Dutch, Arthur immediately heads out of camp and on his way to Rosewood. It's a few days' ride, so he needs to get going so he can hurry and get back.

Meanwhile, back at camp, you notice Arthur has been gone intermittently since your revelation, and now he’s been gone for several days after your fight. Things seem to be going from bad to worse. Figuring he’s outright avoiding the camp itself because of you, you don’t know what to do. This is his family, his people. And if you're the one making things difficult, then you will need to be the one to leave. So, you start coming to terms with the idea that you will need to find a new place of your own.

This evening, as the sun starts to crawl back behind the mountains, you find yourself sitting outside of camp by yourself. You stare out into the watercolor-painted sky, thinking over where you'll go and what you'll do. The idea of leaving is terrifying. You'll have to start over yet again. You'll miss everyone in this camp who you have come to love so dearly. You’ll surely miss Abigail and Jack. And of course Hosea. You'll miss Arthur. 

You draw your knees up closer to your chin and wrap your arms around them as an overwhelming fatigue cascades over you. You are so lost in your own thoughts that you do not hear footsteps behind you.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing out here?” You hear Charles' soft voice cut through your thoughts. When he didn't see you at dinner yet again tonight, he decided to come to check on you.

You hastily wipe away a few tears from your cheeks and try to smile for him. “Hi, Charles. What can I do for you?”

He cautiously approaches you as one does a wounded animal. His brows knit in concern when, even in the setting sunlight, he can see the red-rim of your wet eyes. "Arthur ain’t gonna be too happy if he finds out we’ve let you wander off by your lonesome.”

You scoff at that. "Oh, I highly doubt that," giving Charles a sad smile. "Although Arthur is the expert on what I shouldn’t be doing, it seems." You turn your attention back to the horizon, watching the last flecks of golden sunlight begin to fade for the day. "Besides, he won't have to worry about it much longer."

Charles freezes before nervously shifting his weight from hip to hip. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh…nothing. Forget I said anything." You wave off the comment as if it is nothing more than a rambling thought, but you still avoid his dark eyes.  

"(Y/N)…you OK?"

"Yeah…sure. I’ll be fine"

Charles steps closer to you, studying your face and countenance, not believing you for a second. "Listen (Y/N), I know you and Arthur are in a weird place right now-“

"Oh, Charles, I really don’t want to talk about Arthur. Really, I don’t,” you insist, shaking your head vehemently. Your eyes have a glassy sheen that causes Charles to cringe in pity for you.

“OK,” He’s silent for a moment. "Can I do anything for you?" His hand tentatively reaches out to you, not really sure what, if anything, he can do.

"No, sweet man, I’m OK. Thank you." You try to give him another smile for reassurance. "Go ahead back to everyone. I won't be out here much longer. I promise."

Charles hesitates a bit longer, before turning to head back to camp. "All right, if you're sure you're OK, then."

When you see him disappear amongst the tents again, you turn back to the horizon. The sun is gone now. The light has been snuffed out, leaving a cold and lonely atmosphere in its wake. The first few pin-pricks of starlight begin to emerge in the purple sky. You sigh deeply as your shoulders drop even more and your eyelids fall like stones. 

"I'm not sure of anything anymore," you whisper to yourself.  

A/N: *Oh my goodness, half-way there! More drama to come, but I promise, we’re getting there, and it’s definitely worth it (I hope anyway)

[kaiju-krew]

Hey there! Firstly, big big fan of your art and headcanons, ty for your cool and awesome big brain ❤️ Now that you’ve seen the movie, I’m wondering what your thoughts are on Shimo??? I’ve just seen impressions of her so scattered. (I saw your post on how she will NOT be treated as a pet, and I so appreciate that.)

I will say, for me the ‘old gal’ vibes are so strong and I’m here for it. Like when Goji blasts his atomic breath into the sky at the end and she’s looking at it with such awe and her cute super gummy smile, it reminds me of when a grandma gets shown some common piece of technology that the rest of us are used to, but she just can’t heckin believe it because she lives in a damn cave??? I loved that.

hi hi! omg u think i have a big brain...... compliment of the century.... i must have ppl fooled bcuz i am viscerally dumb most of the time

anywAYS. gxk spoilers below (and a lot of ranting)

shimo my beloved💙 i appreciate most interpretations of her, besides people who are just straight up caling her a dog. and like, not in the way i’d compare goji to a cat? for me it's more mannerisms based, so for goji my main expression/mannerism inspirations are cats, wolves, and komodo dragons (obviously), and for mosu it's owls and cats, with a crumb of horses because of their 'ear' communication so i use that with her antennae.

sorry for tangent but anyways. i dont need someone barking at me that i call goji a cat/draw him acting like a cat so calling shimo ‘kong’s pet dog’ is fine. i think its the difference between goji having the personality i characterize him with + mannerisms inspired by other animals, vs. him having no personality besides Being A Cat. like, he’s a dumbfuck but he’s clearly an intelligent creature capable of communication and understanding. i make a lot of shitposts but truly in my personal hc i’d never reduce him to ‘pet level intelligence’

i think i’m extra touchy about people calling her ‘kong’s pet’ because like. dawg. did you watch the movie? she was JUST freed from being skar’s slave/beast of burden/abused pet whatever you wanna call it. why would you want her to become another creature’s pet again?(obviously minus the abuse) idk mannn it just feels…. reductive somehow. she clearly shows intelligence and understanding when she realizes what’s happening during the fight and helps to kill skar. i just refuse to reduce her entire character to kong’s pet status bcuz that makes me uncomfortable asf.

as a disclaimer, you’re welcome to have whatever hc you enjoy. me expressing my personal thoughts on the matter isn’t an attack on anyone who characterizes her that way, i’m just not interested in engaging with it in the slightest.

DOUBLE ANYWAYS i just needed to get that outta my system. TIME FOR CUTE FUN IDEAS YAHOOO

i’m seeing mixed info about her age so idk where she actually sits there?? i remember seeing something like she’s the First Titan but i also think the novelization of the movie said she’s only 3 million years old?? when im p sure they’ve said goji is 250+ million years old so…. i have no clue there lol. personally she feels less jaded and grumpy than goji does to me so my brain automatically sees her as similar or younger bcuz of my Grumpy Old Man bias.

i’m still workin out my ideas for her but based on how the movie ends i like to think she helps kong with relocating the apes to a better home, and they mostly live in HE. her n kong venture up for surface dates bcuz she gets what she fucking deserves 💙

goji nearly has an aneurysm the first time they come up, since mosu literally takes them for a lil tour of monster island. bro standing there clenching his fist like the arthur meme, he begrudgingly knows she’s right and eventually he gets used to it

i got more ideas cookin for her but this post is already too damn long cuz of my ranting time to stfu

SHIMO BEST GIRL 10/10

[libroseitm]

I watched OFMD for the first time in late December last year, like, a month ago. I thought it was more like 6 weeks, it just goes to show how the campaign has messed with my perception of time!

When the cancellation was announced, a mere week after binging the whole thing and falling deeply in love with it, I thought, "Wow. This is the worst time to have joined a fandom in the history of ever".

A big massive HOWEVER for ya'll though, because you have turned it into the BEST time to have joined a fandom. You all have provided such a loving community and I want you to give yourselves a big old horse pat on the back. I'm enjoying campaigning SO much because of your energy and love.

I have also felt so much encouragement for my art and silly memes. OFMD is such an Aesthetically pleasing show and I feel so inspired by it. The reception to my art has been something I have literally NEVER experienced. I'm used to my art getting 3 notes TOPS. Yesterday I put up my latest fanart of Ed and it got 100+ notes overnight.

I draw because I enjoy it. But it does feel lovely to have a positive reaction and it boosts my motivation to carry on. It has also boosted my motivation even more to try and make some money from it if I can! So THANK YOU!

My memes have also garnered a hilarious amount of attention. I genuinley LOVE that my biggest post here if a fucking meme about astroglide. When I'm feeling low, I read the tags on it. They're histerical.

Also to my new mutuals: hello, I'm thrilled to have you :D :D

Thank you all. I love it here. I'm glad I can help to save this wonderful story from the gravy basket. Let's go get our damn show back!

[clovermine13]

It's been awhile since an IF has managed to completely take over my brain in awhile so I decided to get a drawing of my @infamous-if MC Delilah Rose, commissioned from @inorheona, who always does a fantastic job.

OC Fun Facts below

Pansexual

100% has a praise kink, she wants to explore that more but the kind of sex she has doesn't usually leave much room for conversing.

Has been wildin' in the club since she broke up with Seven, like a lot, probably to much, maybe needs therapy. Definitely needs therapy

has a very particular Pen Preference and while she will use whatever is available, she might complain. Also, prefers to write in one of her many notebooks over her notes app.

She does drink, she does do drugs (Coke or Oxy depending on her mood) but tries to stay sober and makes sure her friends get home. Also, she sleeps around and would rather do that as sober as possible.

Has definitely written lyrics on the back of a one night stand. In sharpie, she was very sorry. She always dedicates that song to that poor women.

Would kill to play a rain show. She has a thing with rain storms.

Loves to read romance novels. especially fantasy ones, ESPECIALLY spicy ones. Its trash but she loves it.

Is she still actively in love with her ex, probably, is she planning on avoiding that with every fiber of her being, absolutely.

I like to think she is part of a VERY casual FWB situation with the lead singer of another band where they meet up when they are in the same place and send each other memes. For two rockstars, its pretty wholesome.

Would absolutely love to be in a committed relationship, monogamous or otherwise but is too afraid to even try.

Wants a big family, is looking forward to being an aunt, is convinced she is going to be a horrible mother, which isn't true but she doesn't think highly of herself, also she doesn't know how to balance her music and the relationships she has that aren't directly tied to her music and having a baby scares her. (She is very careful)

Is okay with the idea of being married but doesn't think it's necessary, catch her with her lover initial around her neck, or initials tattooed on her wrist.

Is super committed and very touchy in a relationship, really enjoys PDA but wants to keep as much of her relationship private as she can, just for them.

Will eventually write love songs but hasn't written one in a long time.

Is completely unaware of how she affects people, not is a mean way, she just doesn't think she is that important outside of her music. She is sweet, just sad and a bit oblivious. She is a sweetheart she just doesn't believe you really like her.

Says she is indifferent about her parents, that's kind of true, she still wishes they liked her (Head canon wise, I think her Dad does and wants to reconnect but at this point he doesn't know how and her Mom resents Delilah, she never wanted kids and D is aware of this. )

She is Chinese on her Dads side and Portuguese on her Moms. She is First Gen American and doesn't really know he extended family.

I think friends would call her D if nicknames ever become a thing.

Would love to have pets, maybe a bird or some bunnies. But she is literally never home.

Love language is a tie between Physical Touch/ Words of Affirmation

Loves pet names.

A pacifist unless she needs to fight then she can.

I like to think she has a lot of half baked talents like her parents put her in a ton of activities to keep her busy and supervised when she was young so she can sew, tie fancy knots, put up a tent, build a fire, has basic tap/ballet, karate and can raise goats and ride a horse.

Is an absolutely mid cook. She tries but generally hates cooking.

Has everyone's things in her apartment. Like she has a spare room and in that spare room is two dressers and a closet full of the bands stuff and they can sleep there whenever.

Has a top secret email that Fans can use to get in touch with her and there is a higher chance of getting a reply. Sometimes people use it as free therapy (She is not someone who should be giving advice) or different artistic pursuits, fanart, short stories. I think she has written songs based on short stories sent to her email, she gives them credit and dedicates those songs to the author. Has she received fanfic to this email.... Yes.

Is artistic and tends to work on other projects while idle. Right now she is crocheting a baby blanket.

Has so many belts.

Favourite Colour- Green

Favourite Show- Black Mirror

Favourite Movie- The Princess Bride.

I only create one MC per game. I am not a multiple MC girlie. So she will romance everyone but as an angsty, second chance romance girl, Seven is probably gonna be her main. (Although G is a close second.)

[nvzblgrrl]

One Piece Clowns Ranking

This is based on two merits - Clownly power and fuckability, though the order is based on 'closeness to being a true clown'. A joint project between me and @poisonbat, who greatly surpasses me in clownly power.

Buggy the Clown (The Gateway Drug of One Piece Clownfuckers)

He’s a clown in name and in presentation; classic whiteface type, love of bold colors and patterns, showmanship, and commitment to theme (he made his entire crew a circus after all). He was also ASSIGNED clown at birth via his natural red clown-looking nose and just rolled with it as his theme in adulthood. If not for his chosen career (pirate) and tendency towards destruction/anger when his nose is brought up, this man could have made bank on the circus entertainment circuit. He’s 39 (37 pre-time skip) but wearing his age well despite the stresses of his lifestyle, so I guess you could argue DILFy energy if you’re into that I guess, even if he doesn’t have kids.

Fuckability: when this guy is called the Gateway Drug, I mean that not only is he the first clown introduced in the series and remains the only one for a long while, he also hits the necessities - he starts out as the dark horse sexyman type, goes to prison to get a stripped down to essentials look that shows off his long hair and figure for the people who don’t look at something until it’s minimalist, and then starts stacking up the memes. It would be weirder if there wasn’t a sizeable chunk of the fandom that wanted to fuck him.

And while it's still brand new, the Netflix series speedran his popularity by having him in the entire season in arcs he wasn't in originally, in addition to the fact that fans of live action media are for some reason WAY more susceptible to clownfuckery. Just think about all the thirsty Joker/Harley/Pennywise thirst of the past.

Mr. 7 (Previous)

This one is relatively new, as he only had an extremely crude drawing for years prior to the production of the Live Action series, but in terms of clownliness, he ended up coming out so clown that from the trailers, a friend of mine was convinced he was a Buggy crew member. Mr. 7 is the second most clown because like Buggy, he's almost entirely just in on the gimmick, except instead of the classic whiteface archetype, Mr. 7 opts for the Jester type, only missing the typical hood/hat most associated with them ala DCAU Harley Quinn or most old depictions of joker Playing Cards.

Fuckability: Assuming you're not racist and like the color red and want to create more of a backstory for this guy, you could do a lot worse. Pretty decent, all things considered.

Miss Father's Day

A Jester like Mr. 7, Miss Father's day commits to the mixing of that with the theme of "frog". Less traditional, but still clearly a jester, and including the hood Mr. 7 lacks. She might not be more than a passing antagonist during the final battle phase of Alabasta, but her design is memorable and completely filled with clownly spirit… and there’s definitely characters on this list who have had less plot contribution than her. She also has a laugh that’s literal ribbiting.

Fuckability: Pretty decent. She’s a near-standard One Piece woman, which is fairly solid ground - though I’m hoping that if she shows up in the Live Action, we get an interesting person under the froggy hood - and the first person for women-likers on the list, so it’s not a bad place to be. Especially if you like frogs. Cons - the 4Kids dub made her French.

Puggy

‘Who’s Puggy’ you might ask? Well, he’s a character from one of the One Piece Live Attractions. In terms of clownliness, this was a guy who got a job bodyguarding Buggy post-time skip and immediately went all in on the man’s theme, even so far as becoming Buggy’s apprentice. He also appears in the spin-off manga "One Piece Party". He models himself after his Mentor Buggy, though with a mask that contains his non-natural clown nose and large multicolored hair. His general clothing style is a bit more modern, but the taste for bright colors (largely neon pastels) and bold check-pattern still is solidly clown in action.

Fuckability: Do you want a younger, sexier, washboard-ripped, tits-out-all-the-time Buggy? Here you go. 

And now we enter into the land of Clowncore - the ‘clownly in vibe, but perhaps not in direct intent’ land where fashion precedes strict function of the role. Still plenty of room to be hot though.

Charlotte Mont-d’Or

A curious entry on the list, given that Mont-d’Or wears the full whiteface, but it’s where he lives. Mont-d’Or lives in the shadow realm between proper clown and clowncore, mixing in the subtype of goth just for pleasure with the skeleton patterning of his clothes. He comes off very halloween scarecrow feeling but is still a lot more clown than some others further down this list, so points for that.

Fuckability: …there’s a proven market, I’ve seen it on AO3 and in other places, but personally, I’m baffled. He doesn’t bring looks or charm to the table and, while there’s nothing wrong with a chubby man, something about Mont-d’Or’s figure unsettles me, with his large potbelly but otherwise spindly body. So, yes on technicality, but it’s a different kind of ‘why’ from me personally.

Charlotte Perospero

While lacking the makeup of his younger brother and not being a traditional clown, his candy inspired look is EXTREMELY clownish and is probably one of the most vibrant looking clowns in One Piece thanks to it. The man’s hair comes with its own polkadot pattern, and it’s a rare look for him to not have another two or three somewhere else on his body.

Fuckability: again, there’s a proven AO3 market. If you like middle aged men, he's 50 and well. Um. His tongue, if you want that. He’s also tall, though most members of the Charlotte family are that. Otherwise, there’s not a whole lot to write home about, beyond the very solid amount of ‘x reader’ fics on AO3. Not my dish, personally, but hey, you do you.

Charlotte Mozart 

Are you beginning to see a pattern with this family? While Mozart is less ‘important’ to the story of One Piece than her previously listed brothers (she doesn’t even have a voiced part!), there is no questioning the clownly energy of a woman who styles her hair into a jester’s cap. She also wears standard clown-y patterns on her outfit, though in a more subdued red than the blasting vibrant colors of her oldest brother.

Fuckability: If you like women, I think her design is more appealing/attractive than Miss Father's Day since it's a little more pulled together and coherent in a fun way. Also she's 37, so hey. If you like older ladies, that's another plus. Her face and body are fairly standard for One Piece women, but that’s kind of the plague of being a tertiary ‘just above background’ character. Doesn’t stop her from being attractive though.

Donquixote Rosinante

Maybe a bit more contentious than some on this list, however, Mimes are part of the clown family; and Rosinante is much more themed than people below him here. Like, only slightly but…it's there. He wears a fairly involved make-up pattern (though the argument that those are tattoos just increase his ‘clown’ factor via dedication alone) and doesn’t shy away from an aesthetic theme, as his dedication to heart motifs in his clothing shows.

Fuckability: high, but in a ‘most common denominator’ way. He’s a DILF in the same way (though to a slightly lesser extent) that fandom darling Din Djarin is, he’s not so ‘out there’ that those less dedicated to clownfucking (or those not adverse to the concept) are chased off, and he’s soundly average in build. There’s also a small advantage in the fandom art space likes to build off of his canon design and make him pretty. So yeah, if you’re into vanilla with a shitload of sprinkles, he’s very fuckable.

Ann

Who's Ann? Again, we go to the Live Attraction - and then to Stampede, because our girl managed to break into the Big Time of One Piece animation! While her design was obviously meant to be pop idol-ish, it honestly comes off waaaaay more casual clowncore with the curly two toned kinky hair and asymmetrical patterns and bright colors, though it cannot be denied that she’s more of a dedicated idol than a straight clown. Also gets points for originating in the same Live Attraction that Puggy did as a (somewhat unwilling) member of Buggy’s crew.

Fuckability: High, she's really cute and has a bonus of actually looking unique in terms of the younger One Piece women designs, with freckles and a different looking facial structure than the standard, even if only slight. She also has a very sweet personality, even if she’s a bit of a ditz in action. She may not be the most clown-y but she at least has enough to offer a compelling case more than a lot of the other women on the list, it must be noted.

Giolla

Slowly getting to the least clown-like but still enough for my clown obsessed friend to consider making the cut. Giolla mostly makes it just on her two toned bright frizzy hair and kinda ehhh grandma fashion. Fuckability: underground. Even if you’re good with a character rendered in the Gonk style or her younger more conventionally attractive looks, the ‘chillness with child abuse’ is a massive turn-off on every possible level. Personally, I also find her Picasso-esque art another attraction killer, but I can be very opinionated about that, so the ‘child abuse’ thing should probably be your primary reason not to fuck her.

Charlotte Marnier

The twin sister of Mozart, she's this low because she's really barely serving the circus peanuts as far as being clown themed goes, at least in the anime colors, but even if you only take her manga illustration for her hair, her outfit is really extremely plain and a big circular fro is really, really plain, though some small points can be granted for said ‘fro being multi-colored.

Fuckability: Average, she has a nice unique face amongst One Piece women with pretty lips. A good - though not great - choice if you’re shopping amongst the background characters. She also has nice legs if you value legs. But hey, she hasn't abused children or her siblings from what we know so this is a way better girl-liking pick than Giolla. And she's on the older side, being a twin with 37 year old Mozart after all. Spin that into a twin-fantasy if you like.

Now we slip into the area of both ‘barely a clown’ and ‘surprise clownly vibes’.

Franky

Franky has the demeanor and ability to be a clown if he wanted to dress more for the part, if he wasn't dedicated to the mechanic grind. He loves bright colors and patterns but they're more tropical man wear than anything else - though Film Z did see him edge into proper clowncore territory during the sakura viewing party at the beginning. But it's the spirit that super counts here.

Fuckability: This is not a conventional man and thus he isn’t for conventional tastes, but anyone that’s into (literal) washboard abs, speedos, and massive amounts of Florida Man energy definitely knows that Franky is a man for those of taste (even if that taste is for a good ol’ burger, fries, and cola combo meal). Clownfuckers might not naturally fall into that market though.

Catarina Devon

Look. Look I know it's not conventional at all, but every one of her outfits by pattern and especially color – recently especially in the anime and she's extremely clown-y. If she had bright hair and makeup on her face it wouldn't feel like a stretch, would it?

Fuckability: Higher than average. If her harsh facial features do not bother you (and why should they, she's like a sharper Usopp) than she's extremely tall with nice curves. On the other hand, she’s always down to murder anyone she thinks is prettier than herself (and collect their heads) and she was in the ‘only evilest motherfuckers allowed’ level of the highest security prison of the world for a very good reason. Also highly implied canon bisexual. But she hasn't abused children and has a nice voice in Japanese and English so. Judge for yourself.

Caesar Clown

A very literal clown in name only, really, though his taste for patterned jumpsuits gives him a slight - and I mean 'razor thin' - edge in retaining some level of qualification here. Could probably use his powers to do balloon animals, but I wouldn’t trust him not to use poison gas in the process.

Fuckability: if you were down to fuck Orochimaru, you’d probably be down to fuck Caesar Clown, because you’ve already established your ability to love a paste-white man with long black hair, gold eyes, and purple lipstick with a penchant for experimenting on children.

Gecko Moriah

Fuck you that’s not a clown. That’s not even a Juggalo with depression. That's a Tim Burton Halloween creature. He belongs next to the citizens of Halloween Town or in the Beetlejuice afterlife waiting room, not with clowns. He’s naturally that white people, it’s not face paint. Fuckability: there’s a small market, but I understand it even less than some of the other mystifying ones on this list. Maybe it’s a size difference thing or just Tim Burton fans doing their thing, I don't know.

Bonus: Straw Hat Theatre - Circus Time (not here for fuckability reasons but it's just cute)

[jonahmagnus]

for the obscure pnat ship, how about some isabel x Alex? I saw some fanart of it once & I thought it was soooo cute!

Yes yes yes of COURSE!!!

I will come back later with some silly meme images of them but they are SO butch×butch to me. I think they r both rilly casually physically affectionate and so Alex will talk for an hour abt aliens and Isabel will just have her arms wrapped around Alex the whole time like "I love you babe :]". Speaking of I think Alex gets embarrassed at first at how much she talks without noticing but Isabel may as well be wearing a shirt that says "I ❤️ my autistic girlfriend". Isabel cant cook and Alex can only kind of cook. However, literally nobody else in Isabel's life can cook (besides Max but he doesnt share) so she is extremely impressed. Isabel kisses Alex on the forehead and top of the head a lot. They play video games together. Alex introduces her to Story Of Seasons game. They both play rune factory.

I think most of their dates include wanderjng around aimlessly or laying on Alex's bed watching some show they both like. Probably Psych or something. Isabel can draw pretty okay and Alex cant draw at all so Alex is wowed at Isabel's frankly mid skillz. Alex is also wowed at the fact that Isabel can lift a horse.

I just think their both strange little autistic butchthings whom I love :]

Bonus little doodal

Thank u 4 this ask and listening to my ramblings, PLEASE SEND MORE RAREPAIRS 4 ME 2 DISCUSS.

[abyssal-cryptid]

Still thoughts about Tears of the Kingdom (SPOILERS)

The Great Fairies look like they want to eat the small man when they first emerge

Zonai Zelda is so cute

The memories bro the memories

THERE IS A SECOND GIANT HORSE

Why cant I put flowers in their mane

Please let me marry Zonai Zelda

Rauru is like lmao Zelda I wont die *dies*

Rauru dont give Zelda more trauma she has been through so much already

Rauru is like "we will put this all on Link"

HE'S BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH

I will write angry fanfic about this

Gleeoks are so terrifying what the fuck

You can upgrade your horses

What did they do to my beautiful dessert

They let me in as a man??? Noooo I was waiting to enjoy the complicated feelings of Link's gender again

Riju looks so good in this new look

Its so hot everywhere

Nooo my coins my coins!!!

Again doing shrines because I need hearts and stamina

I am a well enthusiast

I caught the golden horsie

Trying to find a perfect colored 5* speed horse is hard

Why are there gleeoks everywhere

IVE BEEN COLLECTING HORSE GEAR

Outfits my one true love

My horses are so cute

Let me customize the big horses pleaseee

I need to murder more deer for coins

Need to go deal with the Lurelin Village Pirates

DID I FREAK OUT ABOUT GIBDOS YET

I HATE THEM

Sorry I write these while Im not playing so I dont always remember to go in order

Im also writing fanfic because of course I am look at me

YOU CAN MAKE PICKAXES FROM THE MOBLIN HORNS

Im having so much fun

Shrines are becoming less awful

MY GOD I HATE GANONDORF

NOT SONIA

NOOOO

Wait how is Zelda the descendant of Sonia and Rauru if Sonia died without children

I saved this man's goats

Satori mountain is said to have endura carrots. I need them please

THE STICKY ARMOR LOOKS SO COOL

Im pro-all armors that show off Link's cool arm

I looked up how to get to Hestu and

I know what I need to do but I dont have the strength to do it

No joke theyre evil for this

How do I get gloom resistant armor

Playing the Zora main questline

The sky island has moon gravity!!

Where is Kass

The new dragon is a Light Dragon

Finally some good fucking food (All the apples on satori mountain)

Me: oh shit blood moon should be soon

Literally the next night: blood moon

Im a psychic

You are correct Roman there is so many apples here you do deserve some here you go baby boy

The checkmark you get for caves is if you killed the Bubbulfrog in there

I need to kill more

I want the full mystic armor

I have one friend who isnt into LOZ and I could tell all this to her but its no fun if she knows nothing about it

She does send me Zelda memes tho. 10/10 friend

Finally endura carrots

WAIT HOLD ON YIGA CLOTHES

OMG FINALLY

I love Malanya so much

Best god

I love Sidon but my god is he just in the way during the Water Temple

On the way, making me waste my bubbles, why do I have to be next to him to get the bubble

GET OUT OF THE WAY LET ME HIT THE CROCODILE

Useless

Hearing Zelda being referred to as the Sage of Time >>>>

Also I will not shut up about how pretty Zelda is

I have to draw her

Im a simple lesbian

My switch camera is full of screenshots of her

Every cutscene has her be so pretty

Sidon made me my own copy of him

And this man isnt marrying me

KING DOREPHAN DIDNT DIE

YAY

I dont think I could have handled that

WAIT SIDON'S BECOMING KING???

My camera roll is also full of screenshots of Sidon

NOO YONA BECAME QUEEN

DONT CALL HER BELOVED SIDON

SIDON STOP CALLING HER ENDEARING NAMES

SIDON

Yona is actually really sweet Im just having a moment

A sad day for Sidon lovers everywhere

King Sidon is handsome

He literally got on his knees to swear a vow to me and gave me a ring and married Yona

Yona is cute and I love her

Like her voice too

She's adorable

Maybe we can do a triad

Political(ish) marriage + one crackhead who attracts all the trouble

No because I still actively avoid spots where there used to be guardians

I was at a stable and went "no cant go that way there's guardians"

Nightmares wont give up ever apparently

ALSO HAVE YALL SEEN THE TIKTOKS OF LIKE

PEOPLE ABUSING THE BACKBAG KOROKS

There has been so many crucifications. The Korok Space Program. Fire is involved

I've also seen people build bombers and mechs

I love it

It seems so wild to me because I dont build in this game

If I can avoid it

I do use the dispensers but thats because its gambling

But all the material spots just get ignored

Nope

Dont care

Im going on Roman (my horsie)

But I love everyone is vibing

But still. I need easy mode

These posts are how I process the game btw. Been surprised that people have liked them. I will keep going because I have to process what I feel about things (doctor's orders)

[the-dangerous-mute-lunatic]

Portal fandom for the ask meme, because I'm oh so original

Oho, my all time fav video game, what a fun option <3

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) Oh man it's a harsh tie between GLaDOS and Chell. This *is* a Chell ask blog, so I think I'm legally required to say Chell, but GLaDOS is also right there and I love Her.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) Companion Cube! (does it count? Im counting it.) I have been gifted or made many companion cubes over the years, and I have a 3D keychain one I got from another creator here on Tumblr, as thanks for drawing fanart for their fic. It keeps me company at work!

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) Oh probably Doug! He has such a big piece in why Chell survived, and his comic really shows so much of Aperture from his perspective that the game eludes to but cannot show. Delves into the lore and he deserves the world.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) Also Doug, I loved finding all the radio signals, paintings and signs, and dens of his. The little things that showed that this person existed at all. An impact that cannot be erased by GLaDOS's control.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) ...I do enjoy Wheatley, even if I would also punt him across the room like a football. (it's a fun love him and love to hate him vibe)

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) Chell (sorry honey but I wrote angst for you for literal years) (...and still do to be fair)

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) Cave Johnson. Bye bye sir :)

Honerable Mention: Hoopy the Hoop

[scratchyemporium]

well, i'm done with my self insert:

introducing plasmastreak! (or simply just hayden)

here's some cool fun facts (with some inside jokes too [maybe]):

he's taller than the main autobots in rotb (except optimus because duh [plus stratosphere because DUHH])

he transforms into one of those snazzy sports black+red/blue cars with a yellow stripe down the middle

he gets made fun of a lot because of how his alternative form looks like mirage

he also gets made fun of a lot from his colored energon hair looking like straight up bubbling piss

he has prebuilt eye-bags because he's tired all the damn time but can't sleep because he has to be the parent friend for both bee and mirage

he doesn't mind humans but they bug him when they try to mess with him when he doesnt want to be touched

he's very sneaky but can't keep a secret for shit. it ain't his fault, he's just literally built different

surprisingly unsurprising, he knows about earth way more than the others

he got the human name "hayden" from mishearing the words "hay bin" when he was stuck living in a farm (he stayed near the horses)

he drinks these fucking energon juice packs and it powers him up but it can also lead to spark attacks (spark-attack count: 4)

he was not a part of any faction until he was kidnapped by mirage in his "human" (cyborg i guess) form. he really went through a ripoff noah. after getting dragged around everywhere, he beat the everloving SHIT out of mirage with a pipe and they got into a scuffle until optimus had to break them up

their sword lookin thingie can switch forms like a switchblade, but he only uses the sword mainly like the ripoff cloud strife he is

is he the strongest out of the normal autobots? hell no, in fact he doesn't like to fight unless he absolutely positively has to. thats why he's really not that skilled at fighting in general because he's usually a tired pacifist

unsurprisingly, he has the darkest humor in the group and recently he's been laughing at the submarine memes. he's going to h-e-double hockey sticks!!

so that's really about it, might post more of him unless you guys think it positively sucks

(heheh hey @patchyworx you should make your own transformer persona heheheh)

also extra: i can draw your own transformers personas for free!! dm me for more info!

[scoutbert]

Stop using predictive text for memes and lyrics for TikToks, hire a real songwriter!!

Stop editing with facetune, you're taking away photographer's livelihoods!

Stop using autocorrect when writing stories, hire a real editor!

Stop using drawing tablets, buy traditional art materials!

Stop doing anything that can be done with technology by paying a real person!

-how y'all sound.

There's a time and a place for real people's skills, and sometimes there's a time and a place to sit down and shut up.

Never before have I seen people feel so threatened by simple art technology in my generation.

I've literally had art teachers scoff at drawing tablets because they think their $400 horse hair paint brush and sheepskin canvas they got at a hippie fest in 1982 or whatever is the superior item, and that's what you sound like when you think people won't buy your art just because of some stupid app. Both are good, both have their place in the art world. It isn't that deep.

[soulvee-animationz]

I fucking hate online cringe compilations and shit so fucking much, the vast majority of it is just making fun of kids being kids, or just people having a fun time online doing what they wanna do

You made fnaf shipping animations back in 2014? You’re a furry? You make cosplay TikToks? You interact with any indie fandom? You make OC x Canon stuff? You have overpowered sparklefurry ocs? You deserve to be burned at the stake for doing a thing that you enjoy ☺️☺️☺️

It’s stupid that the majority of this hate towards children comes from a lot of adult men (I’m sure there’s adult women out there that make cringe compilation channels and stupid shit like that, just from what I’ve seen it’s primarily a male audience that does this), and it’s all the same stalk generic content

Quote on quote “cringe” animations generally have a decent artstyle, or at the very least an apparent “This is a beginner artist child’s animation work” sorta feel to them, and are usually met with a bunch of annoying 2020’s meme edits of some guy looking in disappointment or some dog or something along the lines of that. It’s all the same generic edits, meanwhile thread artists, cosplayers, writers, pour hours into their craft, just to have it torn to shreds for no reason

It’s part of why the internet in the 2010’s was so toxic, because it was mainly just everyone dogpillling and making fun of kids/teens online

And I hate people using the excuse of “eDgY hUmOr” to prevent any negative feedback on these things. No, it’s not edgy humor, it’s not comedy, it’s called you just being a dick for no reason. I especially hate commentary/movie review channels where all of their jokes just revolve around the most edgy forms of humor, it’s become so overused it’s like beating a dead horse

Literally one of the channels I saw posting fucking fnaf cringe compilations was called “The Epic Furry Hunter”, like yes, please hunt me down and shoot me in the head for enjoying drawing anthropomorphic animals /sarc

I feel like I’m complaining over batshit nothing because some adult guy could probably be like “lol average tumblr user 🤣”, post it on twitter and get a bunch of positive responses, but I’m genuinely kinda pissed over this shit

Just let people have fun online damnit, let’s just end cringe comps and shut up for once, I am sick and tired of them

[kharmii]

Haven't made this joke in a while, but like a year ago, I got into blankshipping thinking it was going to be identical twins being cute. Instead it like.....

Art credit: Stonetoss, as if I have to say..

This post is inspired by today's other Submas post crediting an artist who does that stupid 'Big Ingo, Little Emmet' (bad case of the 'noms post). I'm still seeing that shit non-stop on the Blankshipping tag, like "What if one twin was a dog? What if one twin was big enough to fit in the other twin's hand? What if one twin was a dog again? What if one twin was a dog and the other was a cat? What if one twin was a fugly mermaid and the other was a galvantula and they took turns laying eggs in each other's asses? There once was a lonely old post-menopausal trans-male fisherman named Warden Scrungly Ingo with a beard who let his fugly mermaid brother get him in his sixty-year-old Brillo pad vagina until he was pregnant with incest babies. You don't need to be fertile to hatch fugly mermaid spider eggs."

Wait a minute....that wouldn't even be twincest anymore. I didn't click that link, so I don't know if the fugly mermaid had two dicks or three dicks or a giant chode with two little dicks sticking out the sides like an amoongus. Maybe it was a dick that popped out from the inside of a vagina when aroused (or something even stupider than that but I don't have the imagination to think of it).

The following was attached to a completely non-furry drawing of Emmet having antics with a maid uniform wearing Volo:

Why are dog furries so damn gross? Is it assumed most people aren't repulsed by werewolf knotting ABO? You don't see the horse f*ckers like, "I'll be back in a second" *CLOPCLOPCLOPCLOPCLOP......*"

I'm going to double-triple-quadruple down on this issue and say IDC everybody into blankshipping blocked me for saying all I've said in the past year or so. Why not? It's all still weird af to me. Back in the day when people were ripping on sparkledogs, the meme WITHIN THE FURRY COMMUNITY was 'everything has to be a dog'. Now it's literally every damn thing.

[starlit-mansion]

your OCs/ fantasy theme park land for the meme! (this is the last one!)

Thank you so much for indulging me lolllllll, i love to talk about my special guys

blorbo - I mean. It's gotta be Evie. She's my everything. My right hand arm. My silly rabbit. But also just like… She's a person who's been extremely performative for her whole adult life and let all her traumas and cognative dissonance impact like an untreated wisdom tooth until she could barely tell her own genuine desires from ironic self-destruction, and her entire arc is about sorting that out and becoming a version of herself that she genuinely likes, which is why she's main character coded.

scrunkly - Candi…. She's such a gremlin who's also a fancy lady who's also a gross dude. He is creating another new gender every time you complain about her gender. Also, I really fucking love my design for him. The unfixed broken nose, broad shoulders, cheap wigs or lazily spikey 2000s hair, heavy makeup… I just love drawing them.

scrimblo bimblo - Are any of my own ocs underappecitated? An interesting question. I could be doing more with Carol and Lily, because in the story as it exists in my head, there's a lot to them besides being "the other girlfriends" but also. There's so many self-indulent cul-de-sacs in this project of roleplaying and drawing for the sheer pleasure of creation and that particular one's quite far away from the "haha theme park sitcom with undertones of overcoming trauma."

glup shitto - purely based on the fact that I never draw or talk about them, but they are dear to me: Dakota, who's a dry petty bitch but also just a little guy and it's their birthday, but also cryptid vibes.

poor little meow meow - For me, it's Mal, but also I love a sad emotionally complex dad character who doesn't easily boil down to "unendingly virtuous" or "selfish asshole who's allergic to admitting fault," and they are wildly polarizing even without there also being an older man/younger woman age gap relationship in the mix as well, but their my ocs and I get to pick the tropes.

horse plinko - ….it might be Mike. He literally has. So many diseases (AND disorders). I really do be tormenting that man. But you can't have a sad little ball of regrets without doing that first lol, and the arc there is more like… slowly and painfully, with no real expectation of reward, trudging through the work of betting yourself after having been a huge fucking asshole due to a lot of internal pain that also needs to be treated, and then finally landing in a good situation and not being able to fully believe it and feeling like you'll fuck it up.

eeby deeby - there's a handful of people who made my guys into the sad little broken dollies that they are today, and they all get the superhell goop