The Road of Nope

Always leads to the Land of Nope. It may twist, it may turn, it may bend, but in the end, there you will be. I respect its consistency. Having noped the balloon animal cufflinks, I found myself in more inventive nopelands, behold;

https://inkanddrop.com/collections/queen-city-print-inks-vintage-poster-prints

Are these commonly known in the States? They are a complete revelation to me.

The thing is I actually like them, stylish and cool and off-centre, the animals are great, the spotty pink cow and the green and black unicorn, the pig and tiger, all of them. However, the humans... well, we are talking something else. Forget Chucky or Pennywise, I am seldom scared by try-too-hard horrors. These little figures, however, are exactly the blend of sinister-sweet to give me nightmares. See that red and green man print more than halfway down the page? Terrifying. And see the green-balloon trousered ibex herder on the top line furthest right? I'm not sure about the way he's eyeballing the beastie's tail, and salute the ibex for keeping a wary eye on the little squit.
There is a world in which I buy all these and cover a wall with them, but it's the world where I fall down a lift shaft, survive by landing on my head, then buy a full-of-Nope warehouse in Portland, Oregon, and live in it til I disappear...