What About John Waking Up Completely Alone With Full Control Of Arthur's Body

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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I didn't realize I hadn't drawn Arthur properly so—I also didn't realize I hadn't set up an art blog and had just been dumping art randomly across my side accounts LOL. ANYWAY

The scariest part about Malevolent 26 is the happy-ish ending. So much optimism. Meanwhile, Kayne's out there in his heart-shaped sunglasses, white wine cooler in hand, halfway unbuttoned collared shirt just waiting in the shadows. Shit's about to hit the fan.

@neutronbutt in episode 21, he finds miner’s clothes in the cabin and changed out of his old clothes. (He put on ‘as many layers as would fit’, so he probably looked like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man) Even before that though, if anything remained of the suit, it was absolutely fucked. I took notes on a relisten, and it is remarkable that Arthur is still physically intact. If you want injuries to incorporate into fanfic, I got you

Do you ever think about how unsettling Arthur must look at this point? He’s this pale, emaciated, grimy(he splashed around in dirty bath water *once* in 5 months) guy in ill fitting clothes who looks like he took a spin in a rock tumbler. One of his hands looks diseased and the tip of the pinky is just blackened bone. Worst of all, there’s something wrong with his eyes but you can’t put your finger on what.

Maybe interesting historical context: Malevolent takes place during the Great Depression and also a time in The Golden Age of American Animation in which rubber hose animation was prevalent.

Arthur: *calls John a Sour Puss*

Me: *proceeds to lose my fucking mind*

No little german boy, don’t open that eldritch tome!

“Mein Gott, es gibt ein schmexy Dämon in mein Kopf!”

arthur lester shivering like a feral chihuahua and covered in blood

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

“i’m embarrassed by my bloodlust” is literally the most poor little meow meow thing a man could say