Mob Boss: Again, Mr. Lester, Where Is This John Guy You Were Talking To? My Guards Are Searching The

s4 of malevolent aka arthur lester’s unbeatable ability to have insane undefinable aromantic situationships with almost every guy he meets

ep 50 save me

Dare I return here nearly empty handed…? Have today’s Kayne and an older Kayne :)

I couldn’t do an actual drawing for day 4 cuz i had art block like all day yesterday T-T

but I guess this is better than nothing

Arthur is the best thing to ever happen to John.

John is the worst thing to ever happen to Arthur.

just started the podcast but as much as I love the idea of jarthur as a qpr the sound of John saying "oh, Arthur..." is pornographic

Most days it’s easy to forget that John was once part of the King in Yellow. His soft skin and charming awkwardness so far from the King’s many hollow facades.

But somedays Noel wakes up with a bone deep ache screaming down his limbs and a migraine hunting his steps. Somedays he wakes up and just knows that it’ll be a bad day.

Last week had one of those days. Noel tried to fight it off but the foul mood reached a crescendo after dinner. Arthur and Oscar were in the other room pouring over a new tome. John was idly sitting at the kitchen island while Noel finished up the dishes.

If you asked Noel exactly what happened next, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. The memory playing back like a broken record, skipping and distorting.

He remembers his head pulsing in time with his heartbeat, the feeling of the dirty dish water quickly becoming too much to bear and John’s voice.

The god fragment was asking him if he wanted to go see a film with him. When Noel declined, John’s tone shifted, becoming cough syrup sweet, golden, manipulative, he barely got a few words out.

Next, Noel remembers being on his knees on the floor. John beneath him on his back, staring up at Noel.

Noel’s hands around John’s neck. Squeezing, screaming that the King couldn’t take him back.

More hands, at his back, pulling, tearing. Voices muffled and distorted. “Noel stop!”

John’s hand, cradling Charlie’s face.