#bye arthur

[helloimclodagh]

Finally moving on from Arthur Morgan rip

[ectoimp]

I.......Im very bad at unity.

[nbaffy]

Finally changed my pirate!aph england layout I made when I was 13, this is character development

[aquilacalvitium]

Arthur wasn't happy with all the other cats contsntly bullying him so he's gone to a new home. Be a good boy, Arthur. I hope you like your new home ❤❤❤

[nerdbabyarthur]

Just disappear already, damn it! No one wants you hear. LEAVE. GET OUT. FUCKING G O!

With a scream, Arthur gets to his feet and throws himself out of the front door. Tears streaming down his cheeks, the man runs as fast as he can down the road and as far away as possible. Not once looking back. And not at all stopping.

[nerdbabyarthur]

*walks in picks up Arthur and walks out of the apartment*

He gasped when he was picked up, trying to process what was happening. It was when they were out of the apartment did he gasp again and look at the anon. “Wh-Where are you taking me?”

[nerdbabyarthur]

Opens a portal to an infinite stash of fig Newtons. "Fig Newtiverse."

"TELL MY UNCLE I LOVE HIM AND THAT I FINALLY FOUND THE PLACE WHERE I BELONG," He screamed as he flung himself through the portal and towards his new found heaven.

[conarting]

╰☆╮

a chaste kiss.

Humourous, the conman could conceive it as no other description. What had compelled his silver tongue to begin weaving such a curious tale was beyond him. A gift of sots, perhaps, one of a more ephemeral nature than most might demand. Fingers brushed through brunette tufts, speaking in a suave manner to a younger woman that he had caught up with on the street upon sneaking away from the Point Man's company. There was no harm in a few, little white lies, correct? Or, at the very least, that was what the forger believed... especially when it involved a tragic tale of a man who had recently been fired from a career he had for a while. Losing benefits and a steady income.

... Arthur wouldn't question it too much if he became privy, right?

Thus he could not help but watch in mild amusement as the woman gave a concerned look in his general direction. Heels clicked along the pavement before she made a stop before the black haired bystander, leaning upward to plant a brief -- yet firm -- kiss upon his lips and slip a twenty into the very hand she had taken into her own. Proffering one last smile, departing to carry on with her day before having been intercepted.

And, with the mark long gone, leather soles tapped along the concrete as he approached the familiar face. Brows quirked as digits slipped the paper bill from his loose grip, waving it teasingly. Perfect to his schemes, as if he had only just arrived and witnessed it as an innocent observer to the scene that had just unfolded.

"Would you look at you," he chimed in perfect sync, knowing full well the ploy he had put into motion was not of the dreamer's doing. Instead, he continued onward with the very con he created so swiftly, lips tugging into a faint grin. "And you didn't even need Dr. Phil--"