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“Stop sulking, you did great!” Jack nudged Arthur with his elbow.

“C'mon, you don’t have to lie.” Arthur awkwardly looked down at his feet. “You saw them, they looked like they wanted to throw something at me…and I don’t exactly think it would be roses.”

“Well I thought your jokes were good.” Jack said with a shrug and Arthur glanced up at him. “You had a tough crowd tonight for sure. Not your fault that they didn’t like the punchline.”

“So… Do you think I should try again?” Arthur asked with a small smile and Jack smirked back at him.

“I think you should aim even higher. Like mother always said… If you’re good at something, never do it for free.”

“Hey…”

Jack slowly crouched down in front of Arthur. For having gotten into a fist fight with three guys he looked almost decent, his clothes just a little dusty and having just one single cut on his right cheek. “Are you alright?”

Arthur stared into Jack’s brown eyes in disbelief. He had his right hand gripped tightly around the gun in his pocket still. Had Jack stepped in just by seconds later… He swallowed hard and cringed at the metallic taste of blood.

“Yes.” He managed to get out, his voice hoarse and a bit shaky.

Jack tilted his head a little and Arthur could see his eyes focusing on his bloody nose. He finally let go of the gun, his fingers feeling stiff from holding it so tightly and he clumsily wiped some blood off with the edge of his sleeve.

“I ah-” Jack hesitated and shifted his weight a little awkwardly. “I’m sorry. For what they did to you.”

Arthur glanced at him under his locks, still in doubt. Why?Why did he decide to step in? It would have been so easy to just walk by like everybody else would have done. Like everybody else always does… Why did Jack get himself hurt to help him?

“Thank you…”

Don’t be so shy…

Clown meeting

About as chaotic as you’d expect…

Get back in quarantine you pricks!

‘Tis but a scratch…

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You: I’m really lonely right now…

Jokers:

On their way to turn you into a chinese finger trap

You took the photo of J on an afternoon away from the craziness of the city. Much to J’s irritation you had insisted upon taking it, telling him how perfect it would be with the creepiness of the fog.

I’ve been working on this portrait of Arthur for a long time. I’ve been working on my art style for a while, so I hope you guys like him.

From grace she will fall

An image burning in her mind

And between her thighs

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Personally I think J gives off Christian Woman vibes with the fact that J seems to have a god complex. The song is Christian Woman by Type O Negative

oh is this a PSA you ask?

if it has to do with joker, then I guess you can say it sure is.

c/o juan gómez-jurado