he do be snackin doe
[ID: A digital drawing colored in a style with thin, textured, sketchy lines. It depicts Arthur and John sat at a piano, visible from the chest up while Arthur plays, and John has his head tucked over his shoulder. Arthur sings in cursive script: "I really can't stay..." and John sings along in all caps: "But Orthur it's cold outside!!!" "I've got to go away..." (in even bigger text, being cut off by John's shoulder: "But Orthur it's cold outside!!!"
The drawing under the cut is a small, sketchy doodle of John's full body. He has six arms and two legs outstretched beneath his yellow cloak, his eyes wide, and he has a santa hat. He says "but ORTHUR!"
Character designs: Arthur is a thin white man with blond hair, a scarred right eye, and a thin mustache. He wears a sweater with a Christmas tree. John is a humanoid, grey-skinned entity with long curly hair falling from his yellow cloak. His face has limited features, but his eyes are yellow half moons that trace lines of gold down his face. End ID.]
What a year huh
But orthur!!!!
Because of that last anon here’s my jarthur moodboard
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.
[ID copied from ALT: a digital painting of arthur, wearing a warm orange coat and standing in front of a snowy, mountainy background. his hands are behind his back, index fingers hooked around each other. End ID.]
the inherent eroticism of hands
[ID: A doodle page for the Malevolent podcast, featuring several sketches of Arthur, John, Kayne, The King in Yellow, and Yellow. More detailed description in ALT Text.]
Bringing y'all my mid-season 3 Malevolent arts because this podcast has a grip on me. Featuring my Kayne design because I have SOOO many thoughts about that freak <3 his voice sounds a bit similar to Arthur to me and so I thought it might be fun if he was mocking the lads by wearing Arthur's face. As of s3 we have no idea wtf Kayne is supposed to be, anyways, but altering his form doesn't seem to be a power that's off the table. Also the concept of John not recognizing Arthur's face on a happier, less scarred form makes me want to throw up :) hope this helps!
More thoughts, more ideas
orthur and joe
My humble offering to the fandom. Can't believe they haven't explored some abandoned church yet. I'm never drawing gothic architecture with coal again.
[ID copied from ALT: A digital two panel comic style illustration of Kayne and Faroe from Malevolent. In the first panel, labelled carrot, Kayne holds a sleeping Faroe in his arms. She has a halo, opposite of the black one around his head. He is looking at her almost softly and smiling. In the second panel, a close up of Kayne's eyes look direct at the viewer, no smile visible. The second panel is labelled stick. End ID.]
Listen to that
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