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Forever mourning about one character that's fucking dead at the start.
I Homestucked Them!!!!
I present to you Arthur Lester and Joohnn DoeDoe
I'm currently working on classpect analysi. So far Arthur is Rust, Derse and Void, and John is Gold, Prospit, and Heart
Got some Malevolent coded songs
I love doing song annotation, and recently have been doing more. here's my Malevolent song annots so far
Like Real People do by Hozier This one is for Parkthur, the companionship, and silent support. Not caring what the other has done. Also Parker's ass is dead
Touched by Vast Oscar annotation. Oscar is down bad for Arthur, and his eldritch and atheist swag
Howl by Florence + The Machine Private Eyes song. They are toxic yaoi, that like to fight each other.
IN MY MOUTH by Black Dresses Arthur, my homeboy is a cannibal, and a bit of a freak.
Work Song by Hozier Parkthur, again Parker's ass is dead. Parker also saved Arthur. This one is good for resurrection Parker AUs
Music make me feral, and Malevolent makes me feral. ALSO IF YOU LEAVE COMMENTS I LOVE YOU
He's been nutrients
Just fyi John is the one working the tear ducts not Arthur. This is right after Faust
due to the uprise in height controversy, here's my vague height headcanon chart, this is notably human(ish) John.
Fuck it, writing this, takes place in an ambiguous bedroom
It was so very dull. One of these nights he would finally go crazy through all the boredom. He'd already thoroughly scanned everything in this room.
A large wardrobe, was on there right. A maroon color, as if it was stained with blood. Next to it was a door, it rattled with the wind every now and then. Arthur's shoes sat beside the door, how many miles, have they traversed? They probably needed a replacement.
On the right, was a large open window. There was a wire cover over the window for whatever reason, maybe he'd ask Arthur about it when he woke up. It didn't stop the wind, which made the curtains dance. A soft looking chair sat beside it, the perfect angle to look over the trees.
It wasn't a bad room, but a room he's already become thoroughly jaded to. He gently tapped his fingers on the mattress, agonizingly memorizing the feel of the fabric above, and under him.
Arthur stirred, John sighed. Arthur having nightmares was way too much of a common occurrence. Distressed noises escaped Arthur, so many nights like this, so many times John wondered if it's best to wake him up.
Arthur inhaled sharply, before mumbling something. Just like almost every dream he caught Faroe's name in their. He couldn't imagine the horror of living through her death every nightmare.
Arthur started crying, John fucking hated this. His vision blurred, his heart ached. He wished he could do something
He moved his arm to rub comforting circles in Arthur's right arm. the arm flinched from him for a second before relaxing in his grip.
"John." Arthur relaxed around his name.
John thought 'shit I woke him up' waiting for Arthur to sit up or say something. He just stayed still. Maybe he was playing a prank where he pretended he was still sleeping? Prick. Another excuse to ignore him.
He poked him "Arthur...", John paused for an answer "Arthur, I know you're awake."
No response aside from some sleepy murmurs.
"Arthur. Stop it. We both know your awake. Why would you say my name if you weren't." No. Fucking. Response.
God was Arthur a pain in the ass, he loved ignoring him. John sat there waiting for Arthur to finally smarten up, and admit he was awake.
And like a lightbulb going off he realized. Arthur was dreaming of him. he was dreaming of him. His dream presence was so potent to calm him out of a nightmare.
Their eyes widened in realization. John let out a hushed fond chuckle. He could barely believe it. Maybe the love he felt was mutual
do you think Arthur has ever said John’s name in his sleep and John had to pretend to be normal about it?
Darkthur's Collage!!
Kind of not a character but I have a playlist for him so he gets one. This is also the more fucked up parts of Arthur, Darkthur is just when those traits take over.
Playlist link, and reasonings below cut off
The painting, or paper cut out I'm not sure, is supposed to symbolize his transformation into something monstrous. No longer human anymore.
Those arms where supposed to be chained, but I couldn't find any, I do like the interpretation of freedom. Those are supposed to symbolize no matter which arm of Arthur's i cut off one of them is going to be trapped (especially in my interpretation/au)
The hands are reaching for a wolf's jaw because I think Darkthur reaches for violence for comfort. Don't have to worry about morals, if you're irredeemably fucked up, don't have to worry about real world problems if you kill first ask questions never.
The flesh man on the right, is supposed to symbolize his cannibalism, and cannibalistic instinct. This is mostly how Darkthur in my mind is also a representation of the traits that led Arthur to eat Faust.
A fuck ton of blood, since he is known for his violence, and murdering.
The gold blood is supposed to by ichor, the blood of the gods. In most Darkthur interpretations he chops of John's hand, making a god bleed. (in my interpretation/au the ichor is more metaphorical)
Footprints in the background to symbolize the stalking of an animal, he is a hunter.
A gun since that's the only weapon we know he canonically has used.
A knife since, it's a convenient weapon. You can reach for it easily, and it's in a kitchen. a Household weapon designed, and twisted fro violence.
A rusty axe, as a call back to the time a man cut off his own head with a rusty axe. Pure debauched violence
My interpretation/au (emphasis on AU since I don't think this would be canon) for Darkthur is that the arm is still John's. Somehow Arthur got right arm cut off. The difference for others Darkthur's is that he manipulates John to kill people. He promises John that if he kills this person, he'll get the Arthur he loved when they go to bed, or just next time they have a break. Is really is fuckde up toxic yoai in this one. (highkey inspired by In My Room by Insane Clown Posse)
The barbed wire is more sharp stuff, and it's meant to keep stuff out or in. Darkthur is probably more closed off, he doesn't let people in. He also might try to keep his violence inside.
My first posted Ao3 fic posted!!!
inspired by @gayghostrights post!!
I spliced a song and a moment from Malevolent
The song is Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) by AURORA
The Malevolent episode is Part 20 "The King"
Acoustic version
I spliced a song and a moment from Malevolent
The song is Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) - Acoustic by AURORA
The Malevolent episode is Part 20 "The King"
Non Acoustic Version
I think The Wraith is severely underrated. She's so fucking awesome. She encompasses two things that Arthur is extremely divisive and passionate about. Losing a child (she also lost her child) and harming a child (she kidnapped a baby). She's also been trapped there for probably decades, and clung to the first thing that reminded her of her precious child. Arthur saw himself in her, and saved her. I love that Arthur chooses to save her at the very beginning of the episode.
Decisions offered at the end, then actually chosen on in the next I LOVE. As a Patron it shows that choice, and completely, and utterly Arthur's, since no poll is between episodes. He made a difficult choice, and saved her, with no exterior motivations.
Then after he left, and saved the baby, she followed. She saw herself in him. Both of them lost a child, and whole selves were molded around that loss. She saw him die, and saved him. His dying thoughts were to Faroe, which I think that's the exact reason she saved him.
Also she sounds so loving, heartbroken and lost. She comforted the baby, she fought for it. She felt her loss renewed, at Arthur tricking her. She honored Arthur's deal. SHE. aUAVJSBKDVDJ
The Wraith is my favorite character sorry Parker. Changing my title to #1 The Wraith Truther
I have been thinking of this post way too much, I'm gonna write a blurb per Parkthur art. Sorry Dollins fans, but I'm here for the Parkthur fans (me)
Number 1
Arthur sat shoulder to shoulder with Parker. A new case wrapped up. Now all that was left was to celebrate the completion of an easy, well paying case.
Parker smiles at Art, Arthur didn't catch the mischievous glint until too late.
And then Parker's hand was in his hair. Undoing his meticulous styling and hair gel, definitely getting his hand sticky in the process. Arthur smiled in spite of himself.
"Get your hand off me!" Arthur complained despite smiling like a beaming bride "I'm not a fucking child."
Parker ruffled his hair more, laughing at Arthur.
"Maybe next time you try to convince me to stop, don't smile so wide"
Number 2
Arthur sat at the counter, tea in one hand, and a mediocre novel in the other. It was a sweet, domestic type day. Eating breakfast cooked by Parker, and then enjoying the early morning.
He loved slow mornings like this, always had.
Too engrossed in his book, he hadn't noticed someone coming up behind him, until he felt a breath on his neck. Smiling, there was only one person it could be.
Parker wrapped his arms around Arthur, and buries hia face in his shoulder. Inhaling the scent of old clothes, aftershave, and cologne.
A slight grin settled on Arthur's face, enjoying the comforting pressure of Parker.
Number 3
Number 4
Parker had that cocky grin.
"you really are a sight for sore eyes" Parker smiled from where he sat on the counter.
Arthur grimaced at the blush spreading across his face.
"you're more handsome than any other man, and trust me I've seen plenty"
Parker tended to do this every once and awhile, complimenting, and flustering the hell out of him.
"I catch myself unable to stop lookin at you. You're stunnin, my beau." Parker stepped down
Arthur's breath stuttered "You're just saying that"
"you want me to prove it?" Parker smiled "Cause, it'd be my honor."
Arthur was sure he was blushing like some sort of damsel. He nodded, anticipation freezing him.
Pushing him gently against the counter, Parker kissed him. It was a loving, caring kiss. No hunger, just love. Arthur had to steady himself against the counter.
They'd kissed dozens of times, but each time shocked Arthur. Someone loved him so thoroughly, someone found him attractive. It was enough to stun any man.
Parker was a damned good kisser.
The case wasn't doing well, they were scratching the bottom of the barrel for clues. Some things hit too close to home. They were both tense, they had to finish it quickly to put food on the table.
"Shit, English" Parker groaned.
Arthur hummed "Agreed"
Arthur bit his lip, willing away any tears. Parker caught notice, ever observant Parker. Always sniffing out when Arthur wasn't doing so hot.
"Can I help you get rid of any stress, love?" Parker said, full of care.
Arthur breathed "I would like that, yes." Parker smiled, and he smiled back.
Softly holding his head, Parker tilted his head up and kissed him.
Arthur held onto Parker like he was on the verge of falling. It felt so good being cared for like this. He let Parker kiss away his hurts.
They both relaxed in the embrace, finally a breath of fresh air.
Dollins and Parkthur Dollins and Parkthuuurrrrr yiippppeeeeeeeee for gay people
Posted a new fic!!
Really like this one, makes me feel bad for my boy Parker though. I was not kind to him
New Fic Uploaded!!
This has been in the making for awhile, and it's so gratifying for it to be finally published!!
I got inspired and instead of sleeping I wrote this:
"They sat curled amongst each other on the couch. Parker raised his head from where it was resting on Arthur's shoulder.
He was laughing, one of the best noises Arthur ever had the pleasure of hearing. Parker had said a stupid joke, and Arthur responded, he didn't care enough to remember what he said, all he had to do was bask in Parker's presence.
They weren't doing anything. They weren't kissing or anything, just sharing each other's breath.
Arthur couldn't really explain the particularities of the love he felt for Parker. All he knew was that it was overwhelming. So much it ached.
"I love you." Arthur muttered into Parker's hair.
"I love ya too." Parker sighed, content "You love me the most, eh Art?" Parker goaded.
Arthur went silent. Images of an innocent, smart, sweet, funny, wild little girl floated through his head. No matter how overwhelming his love for Parker was, it would never be the most. Nothing would ever be not important to him then Faroe, his daughter.
"No," Arthur almost whispered "You're not. But you're a strong second"
It would be lying if Parker said he didn't burn with curiosity, and a bit of jealousy. He knew about Arthur's past romantic life, so it wasn't likely to be an ex-beau. But that just raised more questions. If it wasn't for his respect and love for Arthur he'd be desperate to get answers.
Arthur carded his fingers through Parker's hair, almost apologetically.
"That's perfectly fine, English." Parker curled tighter "I don't need to be your #1, just your lover."
And they both smiled, and burned with domestic, holy, love. And they cursed all the gods that damned their relationship."
Made a lil' audio edit for Malevolent!
I might do other characters, most likely Oscar
Song is Mr. Loverman by Ricky Montgomery
Other audio is Part 26 "The Bedrock" from Malevolent, by Harlan Guthrie
Please join my movement to make pi² or maybe P.I² the new Parkthur ship name
podcasts are great because it's like having a friend tell you about their day while you're doing the dishes but instead it's a bunch of guys running around and experiencing the horrors
Hibiscus spice gives the room a sense of warmth as he walked past the gently placed vases with withered roses in. A faded piano key rushed the room as it grows in volume to the step of his foot until all he could hear was a familiar tune; “Faroe get off that bloody thing!” He yelled with a seemingly angry tone as he slammed the once peacefully still door causing a disruption to the warm room.
The atmosphere turned cold with a stiff breeze as the mood drastically changed. “Faroe?” He yelled his voice quieter as he realized there was no one there - not a single soul played that tune he found familiar. It was just him and him alone.
Suddenly, the piano tune churned into an accurately rotting voice marinating the room in a sweet poison, “And now you call it madness…” the music drifted off its tone distorted to his ears. “But I call it love…”
The messy man woke up to an eerily silent surrounding realizing it was all a dream except he swore the song was still playing somewhere in the corner of his brain. “Good morning Arthur.”
im on day three of starting malevolent, im on episode 20 (dont ask me how, im still confused)
im so sad and not alright thanks!