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I just know if John could manifest without killing him, Arthur “walking off cliffs is my favorite hobby” Lester would be scruffed 24/7.

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when I first joined the Malevolent official discord in April 2021, there were some goofs being made about fanfiction and I made a quip about tender hand holding. HG send me this file the very next day.

Transcript:

Arthur: I- I don't understand- John: I want you to hold my hand, Arthur. Arthur: Okay! John: Tenderly. (Music starts playing) Arthur: All right. John: How does it...how does it make you feel? Arthur: It's...nice. I quite like it. John: Me too. (dramatic clang sound effect, music fades out)

the wound man

@horseboneologist gave me a list of prompts involving Hastur, on of which was “Hastur threatening John” and I like torturing my favorites. Poor John… 😘

Playing with a redesign to incorporate the pallid mask and a more fleshy look that I’ve been wanting to do for a while. Of course I see all of the eldritch creatures/entities as more fluid and not really locked into how they appear, so I’m having fun being inconsistent with how I draw Hastur and his fragments lol

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔...

I cannot stop thinking about the transcript of Part 24

Fondly. He's not horrified or upset that he no longer has use of both hands. He's enamoured, he's relieved not only to have John back with him but to have John be a part of him again.

Thinking a LOT about John's body and identity relating to that.

John has no ability to see himself, to conceptualize himself for a very long time. He looks down at his body and it is not his body, he is a passenger in human flesh and limbs that bend in angular, strange ways and loud clicking teeth and wet eyes and horrible, fragile red innards. He does not know his own name at the start of the podcast, knows even less of what he looks like. He finds a mask of his worshippers and cannot place the attachment he feels to it, running his hand over the face, familiar, but not knowing it is the image of his own. His name crackles through the depth of his godhood when he first reads it, but even then he is fractured, lost, grasping helplessly for the ability to understand what the sensation means.

By the time we reach season 2, he knows what The King looks like, enough to guess they likely share some similarity of form, but it is not a form John belongs in anymore.

When he is ripped out from Arthur's body, is he given another form to hold? Is he spread thin into nothingness; empty vocal chords and fear, or does he slip back into his old one; formerly familiar tendrils and masks and golden yellow? Does it still feel familiar, or does it now feel foreign – his own body stretching in ways he had forgotten it could, missing the simplicity of Arthur's flesh containing him? Is it freeing? Is it terrifying?

Is it his true form that experiences the Dark World again, that falls, that suffers suffers suffers begs for any deal to release him– what body meets terror there?

Does he know the shape of himself by season 3? 4? By the time he sees Yellow pull himself from Larson, magnificently filling space with horror and madness, by the time John follows suite? It makes me mad to think that it takes four seasons for John to be seen by any eyes, and even then, what does he look like there?

Does he have any control of the image he projects? Does he project the image of himself that he envisions as a protector? A friend? Has he crafted that image, that version of himself? How similar does it look to the version of himself that haunted the Dark World alone?

What does John look like? And how long has he known?

“Arthur” John’s warm soft voice echoed into the ragged depths of Arthur’s broken soul, soothing scars and promising that which he had long denied himself being worthy of: love.

Image description: There is a single black and white digital illustration of Arthur and John. Arthur is standing facing forward his head raised, expression relaxed and smiling every so slightly, eyes closed. John is standing close behind him, so close his cloak is draped around Arthur’s shoulders. His left arm is curved around Arthur’s shoulder and he is cradling Arthur’s jaw in the palm of his hand. He is kissing Arthur’s crown eyes looking down fondly.

arthur lester has to be made of fucking steel or have some venom-esque regeneration shit going on because if you're telling me that some one handed hook stitches performed on the FLOOR OF A COAL MINE with utensils that had been previously stored in the PRISON PITS are enough to entirely heal arthur's wound of entire stomach gutted and vital organs ruptured with NO OTHER medical care or outside influences at all, im going to go fucking apeshit. how does this man not have staph at the very least

you want to listen to malevolent podcast so bad (also please no spoilers in the tags im only on 22 episode rn)