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He died doing what he loved. Being fatally injured.
Malevolent AU where everytime there’s foreshadowing there’s a whispering voice, that only Arthur can hear that just says “well, about that” or “foreshadowing be like” and every time Arthur just stares at The Invisible Camera like
*insert visibly scared and concerned expression*
How I imagine Arthur sometime just after John gets into him
You know what? Im actually suprised arthur lester dosnt show obvious signs of brain damage, most of the time when you pass out for more than a few seconds or bleed to the point of unconciousness, there isnt enough oxygen getting to the brain, so theres some damage. Ill suspend my disbelief long enough to believe he isnt dieing after being out for that long, but you're telling me theres no brain fog? No speech dificulty? No coordination issues? Memory problems? Give Him Brain Damage
"I love him, I think he should have a hearty meal and a stable environment where he can safely and comfortably work through his emotions" and "I am going to inflict influenze on him" are statements that can coexist
i was put on this earth today to give you this:
✨ reverse malevolent ✨
polite/slightly violent british man talking into your ear and reassuring you that he is your "friend"
and in the hospital he goes:
"one of those nurses, lively one, comes in everyday to check on you. Since you had no id on you, she would say, 'Good morning, John.' ...But after a couple days, she-"
"what?"
"She took it back. Said you looked more like an... Arthur. Said it fit you more and I guess it stuck with me, John. I... I like it"
[Audio clip of Malevolent ep. 10
(Arthur climbs down from the boulder.)
ARTHUR: Let’s check in, get a room, wash our clothes and shave, maybe. (In pleasure. Audibly smiling.) Oh. Then once we’re all put together and showered and have a meal and –
JOHN: Alright, Arthur.
ARTHUR: Sorry, sorry, just the prospect of having a proper rest is almost palpable.]
Listening to Malevolent feels like:
I don’t think I’m the first nor the last to say it, John right now sounds like a man in a tin can