#arthuro

[moonchildfourtimes]

if Arturo or whatever the fuck his name is. If this shit face is not dead by the end of it I will not hesitate to personally go kill him

[clemenlegrand]

#Arthuro #ClémentLegrand #protegomaxima #backtoblack #illustration #graphicdesign #noircestnoirilnyaplusdespoir #reveildanslabrume (à Rouen, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuYEaFVg3_Q/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15vche54mhqme

[roseabadeer-blog]

Arthuro

Existia um homem e seu nome era Arthuro o magnífico.

Arthuro não era rei, calma gente rs

Não nada disso, ele só trabalhava no circo mas no meio da mulherada se sentia o sultão da praça.

Ainda na infância seus pais estavam ao seu lado e lhe deram esse nome porque no circo onde trabalhavam vinha gente do mundo todo pra assistir os bellos espetáculos.

Era um circo muito famoso e Arthuro viajava muito por todo mundo e por essa razão era péssimo nos estudos, e só veio a ser gente quando seus pais verdadeiros o entregaram aos cuidados de seus parentes estranhos e distantes.

- Eu não quero ficar com eles!! - Gritava o menino. 

Eles são esquisitões..

Logo Arthuro percebeu que foi a melhor coisa que lhe aconteceu na vida, pois eles cuidavam muito bem dele com muito amor e respeito. Arthuro foi criado direito mas só veio aprender a ler com 16 anos e meio pois era um garoto muito arteiro.

Também era muito querido pois já lhe disse isso, mais o pior era que Arturo parecia não ter coração. 

Se tornou um homem durão e casado então, cheio de amigos isso é fato e também muito querido pelos beberrões e safados do mercadão da cidade. Pra onde fosse sempre estava repleto de companhias ou devo dizer ‘’companheiras’’ pois entre suas asneiras estavam as idas e vindas na casa de dona Josephina, que por sua vez eram constantes.

Arthuro tinha uma amante e oque queria mesmo era que alguém desperta-se algo nele que ele mesmo não entendia.

Todos os dias ele olhava pros ceús e pedia essa benção pra sí mesmo.

Tinha um coração duro pois não dizia nem para a amante, nem para esposa nem para a tia ou prima que o criara que às amava.

Nessa incerteza, elas sempre falavam as mesmas coisas:

‘’Arthuro gosta muito da gente, ele só não sabe demonstrar..’’

‘‘Esse é o jeito dele ’‘ ‘‘Ele tem vergonha de mostrar oque sente’‘

‘‘O importante é que ele cuida gente’‘

Quando recebia um abraço ou algo parecido que lhe despertasse alguma emoção pensava assim:

- Eu não sei! Eu acho que tô ficando gripado ou estou muito cansado.

Mas uma vez elas pensavam:

Arturo me ama ele só tem vergonha de falar tal façanha.

Arturo é durão mais me ama de montão.

Pensam elas que Arturo tivera bom coração, mas a questão não era só essa. A questão aqui não era ter ou não coração pois ele era um homem que não esbouçava nenhuma emoção.

Ele sofria de uma doença rara pouco diagnosticada ou melhor pouco conhecida na época, uma doença pouco estudada chamada:

Alexitimia.

Na década de 60 os psiquiatras observaram que muitos dos seus pacientes psicossomáticos mostravam dificuldade para falar sobre suas emoções.

Alexitimia  é uma palavra quem vem do grego, onde ‘’A’’ indica ausência, ‘’Lexis’’ é a palavra e ‘’Timia’’ emoção e oque mais intrigava seu coração era a confusão que isso gerava dentro dele, pois um dos seus sintomas principais é a confusão de sentimentos. Um termo que diz respeito a marcante dificuldade em descrever emoções e sentimentos corporais.

Lembram que eu contei que Arthuro nunca dissera pra elas que as amava..?

[myparticularchaos]

“And then I learned the truth

How everything good in life seems to lead back to you

And every single time I run into your arms

I feel like I exist for love

Like I exist for love

Only for love”

[houseoftitans]

The meeting between Two Good Boys

A fic between my MC Astrid and @minzart 's Arthuro. I’m not good at writing and English isn’t my first language so there might be errors.

When Astrid told him that she have a very large dog and asked him if he wanted to meet said dog, Arthuro was over the moon. His beautiful and badass crush with a large dog ? Yes please, Arthuro thought that he couldn’t be more in love with her and yet here he is. Just as Finnian said, Arthuro truly is a simp.

After sneaking past the security of NRC, with Astrid knocking out a student when he spotted Arthuro and almost caused a scene, the two arrived at the gates of Ramshackle.

“I must warn you Arthuro, Kevin is quite ginormous, not to mention that he isn’t the friendliest to strangers...” Astrid warned him.

“Don’t worry, I love big dogs, It’s the small dogs that I’m scared of…” Arthuro shuddered, remembering the time he got bitten by one when he was younger.

As Astrid opened the gate, the two can hear some crashing noises coming over from within the run-down dorm, and Grim screaming something about his tuna. Seconds later, a humongous black figure shoots out of the dorm running towards the two students and Arthuro instinctively moving in front of Astrid to shield her. As the shadow knocked over the two, Arthuro can see what the creature looks like.

It's a dog. A giant dog the size of a Shire horse. And it has three heads, each wearing a turquoise colored collar, the same color as Astrid’s eyes and tip of her hair. It has menacing blood-red eyes that are staring into his soul. It’s snarling, bearing it’s large fangs that can easily tear somebody apart as if they were a beef rib that has been on the smoker for hours.

It wasn’t until he felt Astrid tapping him that Arthuro came to his senses, and as he realized he is in a rather compromising position with the girl, the son of Ambrose the 63rd quickly move aside and apologizing non-stop to her. The dog stopped growling and is now… whining (?) at the Directing Student.

“Shh, I’m okay Kevin, thanks for worrying about me though.” Astrid gently comforted the giant hound, now known as Kevin and Arthuro tried his damn best not to drop down on his knees and propose to the girl on the spot due to how soft she is. Receiving kisses from his owner, Kevin began to wag his large fluffy tail at the speed of light and Arthuro was worried that if he wags any faster, Kevin might fly off the surface of Twisted Wonderland.

“Arthuro, meet Kevin. Kevin, meet Arthuro” Astrid’s voice brought him back as right now all three of Kevin’s heads are staring at him, silently judging him. He can’t help but notice how the head on the left has his tongue out the entire time however, and thought that it looked cute.

“Would you like to pet him ?” There it is, the reason he snuck out of RSA and came over to Ramshackle. “Can I ?” He doesn’t know why he suddenly felt giddy as Arthuro has petted many large dogs before. All of whom are good boys and good girls by the way. “Hehe, can you ?” Forget backflips, Arthuro was sure that his heart is currently parkouring in his chest from Astrid’s tease.

“Just hold your hands out in front of Kevin and let all three of his heads sniff you.” Arthuro held out his hand and held his breath as the boy let the giant hound sniff his hand. Thankfully, Kevin accepted him and Arthuro did not lose a limb. He started to pet the left head and he can see how Kevin starts to wag his tail like a propeller. Arthuro then starts to use his other hand to pet the right head and silently thanked the universe for making him ambidextrous. But then the middle head starts whining as he wanted pets too and Arthuro panicked because he only has two hands to pet him. He tried to use his right hand to pet the middle head but then the left head starts to whine, Arthuro then tried with the other hand only to end up with the same result as the right head is now throwing a tantrum.

He has never felt so panicked in his entire life, not even during practical exams back in RSA made him feel this horrified. “PRINCESS STOP LAUGHING AND HELP ME OUT OVER HERE, I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH HANDS TO PET ALL THREE OF THE HEADS” As if the gods took pity on him, Astrid finally stop laughing (which was a pity now that Arthuro thinks about it as Astrid barely shows any emotions much less laugh like that, also her laugh sounded adorable too) and came over to help Arthuro. He could only watch in amazement when her hands moved so fast he can barely see them.

After some more petting, Kevin decided that he had enough and wanted to play instead, so he ran over to the large patch of grass in front of Ramshackle and barked as if to tell the two to hurry up. “So what are we gonna play now ? Is there any sticks large enough around here or-oh, nevermind” With a few twist of her wrist, Astrid had created a turquoise colored frisbee made from ice (that oddly resemble a round shield). “Don’t worry about it melting, if it did I will just create another one” Astrid calmly replied as she started to run over to Kevin and threw the frisbee for the three-headed hound to catch, making Arthuro ran after her as well.

The two played frisbee and other games for a few hours, at one point they even rode Kevin around NRC, scaring some students in the process. The NRC students did saw Arthuro and was going to chase him out… until they realized that he was riding on Kevin - the giant three-headed hellhound that ate an entire deer in a couple of bites, and was hugging Astrid’s waist – the magicless (?) Prefect from Ramshackle who is responsible for nearly choking half of NRC using her Thighs of DeathTM. Their natural instinct telling them to leave is a lot stronger than their hatred for RSA, so the students pretended nothing had happened and went on with their day.

Finally, the two arrived back at Ramshackle on Kevin’s back and the giant hound plopped down onto the ground, ultimately dropping the teens as well. “I’ve never had this much fun in my entire life ! We should do this again sometime !” Arthuro exclaimed, his chest heaving up and down. “Hehe, yeah, I think we should” beside him, Astrid agreed. The talked for some more until Arthuro eye lids starts to feel heavy, not to mention that Kevin is very warm and his fur is extremely soft to the touch... Before he even knew it, Arthuro had drifted off to sleep.

It wasn’t until hours later that Arthuro began to stir and becomes awake. He stretches for a bit then turn to the person next to him and Arthuro sucked in a breath. Astrid is laying right next to him and Arthuro had never seen the girl looking so… vulnerable. There isn’t any scowl on her face, nor her signature glare that once made a Scarabia student cry. She looks extremely peaceful, with her long lashes, her long platinum blond hair with turquoise tips framing her face, her rosy pink cheeks and her soft, plump lips. Her soft breathing and chest moving are the only things indicating that she is a living human being and not a porcelain doll. A loud snore got Arthuro out of his trance as he look down and saw Grim being hugged by Astrid as if he were a teddy bear, a teddy bear that is snoring, drooling and occasionally mumbling about tuna cans.

“Welp,” Arthuro muttered, his voice small so as not to wake up the angel laying beside him “time to look for fancy wedding suits and venues.”

[sinnerburrito]

He is/was the main character of a novel i half wrote, he's Elaira's nephew :v

[sinnerburrito]

My old OCs reading the script of their roles :v

This sketch is sitting in my sketchbook since 2018 .-.

[bluestud1o]

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