No Little German Boy, Don’t Open That Eldritch Tome!

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Arthur is what you would get if Jon and Martin did the gem fusion dance change my mind

Jesus Chris Arthur...he...he is...doing a little dance?

“Surely you can’t expect me to climb a 30ft pole and take the already loose eye out of a dead man’s skull!” -the guy who scaled a vertical shaft dozens of feet tall, shimmied around the exterior of the nth floor of a mansion on a cliff during a storm, has survived an elevator drop from inside a hotel to the bottom of a massive underground cavern, stumbling into an eldritch meat pit in the bowels of another world, and being thrown down a mineshaft, and has killed “I don’t know, seven?” people, two of which by shoving his thumbs through their eyeballs.

Y’all will do fuck all for Yorick smh.

Fandom: Malevolent (Podcast) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: John & Arthur Lester Characters: Arthur Lester, John (Malevolent) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-episode 25, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Arguing, Crying, Panic Attacks, Trauma, But Also!, Communication, and additionally:, Hopeful Ending, Queerplatonic Relationships, Minor Character Death, intricate discussions of the nature of humanity, Fix-It of Sorts, (as in now at least they’re talking) Content Warnings: minor character death, knife violence, blood, arguments, minor suicidal ideation, minor religious guilt, minor suicidal ideation, dissociation; mentions of minor character death, child death, cannibalism, ritual sacrifice, eye trauma, suicide attempt, minor child abuse, period-typical gender roles, body decomposition Summary:

Arthur grits his teeth and fumbles around for the soap. It’s a small bar, but it will have to do. “Look. I get that you’re angry, but this really isn’t the time for—”

“I’m not angry.”

Arthur scoffs. “No?”

“No. I’m … let’s call it grieving.”

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After killing Larson, Arthur and John leave Addison. They end up in a motel for the night, and when Arthur’s emotions and traumas from the past few months bubble over into an inevitable breakdown, he finally communicates with John just what has happened the past few days and why Larson’s blood has ended up on his hands.

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There’s blood on Arthur’s hand. He can feel it between his fingers, tacky and warm, sticking his skin to the handle of the dagger.

But he’s had blood on his hands since the day he cradled his daughter’s dead body in his arms. At least now, the literal matches the metaphorical.

He forces his fingers to uncurl from around the dagger. It clatters to the floor, loud in the silence that has overtaken the room. The echo of it is long, but Arthur thinks he imagines it longer. The room is large, the ceilings of the front hall of the manor vaulted and glittering with an intricate glass chandelier. The sound pings from surface to surface until it fades beyond human perception. (Inhuman perception as well, he supposes. Monstrous perception.)

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Fuck shit. Fuck. Not the Parker lore my heeeeaaaaaarrttttt

*rings town bell*

HEAR YE, HEAR YE! NEW FAN FAVORITE CHARACTER!

Fucking around with Metahuman. I am going to spend Too Much Time on that website.

As everyone knows, the soul resides in the belly.

“…who?”

GOT ‘IM. ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED.

Old favorite character divorced, new favorite character acquired.

This is fucking ART

I want Arthur and John to go to a perfectly ordinary petting zoo. What patreon tier do I have to be to make this happen.