yeehaw scribbling

I drew this inspired by this Pinterest image. It might be a clue to something that might happen later in the story (I honestly don't know).

And i did a character sheet for Arthur yay!

I posted this on Tiktok, hold my hand when I say this, I had no idea what I was doing 🥹. Also hi yeah it's been a while since I last posted, major art block am I right?

Here is a few shots that didn't make it to the final.

That's a new move Charles.

(Context: A highschool AU I have been writing up about these two cowboys. They have the same interests in boxing and... something else. Lol let me know if you all are interested in seeing more of them like this.)

Artwork at the end :]

Arthur, like many of his associates, liked the heat and chaos of a thrilling bank robbery or heist for the same matter. His heart filled with pride more than his pockets on the way back to camp. He couldn't help but laugh at the frustration clear as day on the bank receptionist's face. The safe door, if you could even call it safe, was already wedged open before Arthur could even get to it. A small part of him felt bad for the man, but guilt came in few, and his attention became drawn to the candy store just ahead, opposite the entrance to the bank where the deer centaur stood.

His hooves trodded happily on the autumn leaves as he made his way into the forest. Money wasn't the only thing that lay in his satchel. An assortment of sweets and savories lay just under it. Charles, in his quiet and sensible nature, was indeed a hard person to read, especially when it came to food. He did not complain much about Pearson's slop if not at all. It infuriated Arthur to no end on how much the man constantly had a placid face about everything and would likely get away with a broken arm if that day were to come, they'd be lucky if he even made a pained grunt.

But nothing.

So starting off with food seemed to be a good face reader on Arthur's part. He couldn't help the little skip he made when he saw the bison centaur resting in the grass before the entrance of camp, his bison legs tucked nicely underneath him while his hands fiddled with a shot gun.

"Heya Arthur." Charles greeted. A calm expression drawn on his eyes and brow.

"Hey Charles." Said Arthur, who walked slightly stiff, his human half at an odd angle facing the other man while his lower half side stepped towards the drop-off box. Bumping into Pearson's wagon drew the deer centaur attention back to the drop-off box.

"You seem to be in good spirits what you start now?" Charles appeared behind him which startled the the dark blonde, almost shutting the box shut down onto his fingers.

"Oh me? Nothin" Arthur mumbled, suddenly feeling small under Charles gaze, even when there wasn't a need to be. The weight of the package in his satchel suddenly felt heavier. He opened the flap and handed it rather quickly into Charles's hands.

"Well, actually, these are for you." He pressed it further but withdrew suddenly, realizing how pressing he was.

"Saw them at the candy store in town. You- you don't need to have them if you don't want to. I mean, you can -"

The bison centaur took the other's hand. Shuting Arthur's mouth right up. His smooth voice laced with honey.

"I love it. Thank you, Arthur, but do you mind holding it for me? We will share it. I know a place."

That afternoon, two centaurs enjoyed something sweet, maybe something sweeter as they rested under the oak trees together.

Feast your eyes on my drawing of Arthur :D