What About Cameras In Front Of The Arthur’s Eyes That Feed The Video To The John In Another Room Wearing

Ok, bestie is a little gullible. A lot gullible. We will have to work on that.

“…who?”

GOT ‘IM. ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED.

Old favorite character divorced, new favorite character acquired.

You ever get into a specific piece of media and when someone says they'll start watching you get excited for them?

I finished the Malevolent podcast in the span of 3, maybe 4 days because I got that invested in the what's next, the characters, the mystery... I can't say enough good things about this show.

These are early listening doodles as I explored what I wanted John might look like. As I continued the series, I wanted to push for something with a sort-of mask, but unsettlingly creepy and a touch alien. Also TEEF.

And then John kept being John with his expressiveness and I would die for him, your honor.

There's an additional sketch beneath the cut, but spoilers for season 1. :)

Just thinking about how if Arthur ever plays Faroe’s song again, he’ll have to teach John how to play the melody.

Stoathur.

i have nothing else to say, and nothing in my defense. Arthur as a stoat. or weasel? i don't know at this point.

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[ID: A digital illustration of Arthur Lester, as an anthropomorphized stoat. His fur is scraggly and unkempt, most of his fur a rich brown while the fur of his chin and his throat is a light tan. His suit is a darker shade of brown than his fur, and his shirt, tie, and pocket square are off-white. He wears a pair of glasses. The expression on his face is tired as he stares at the viewer, his eyes a glowing yellow. /end ID]

I WAS NOT READY

YES i am ready to be destroyed emotionally

Cold? ✅

In the dark? ✅

Not requiring mental stability until monday? ✅ ✅

UM

EXCUSE ME

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK HARLAN

With all this talk about “ram-like” people, I think we have neglected the potential of Sheep Friend. I want a Sheep Friend for Arthur (maybe even John too)

THE KING IN YELLOW

I just wanted to try to draw my interpretation of him, there is a mini-athur lmao

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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