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in the beginning of their relationship, arthur is possessive and jealous and gets annoyed at the smallest bit of attention merlin gives anyone that isn’t him. but after arthur realizes just how devoted merlin is to him? he never doubts merlin’s love, he never fears that someone could steal him from him. he sees merlin compromise his own morals and stand against his own friends for arthur and arthur is just like Oh. because merlin is completely and utterly his. there’s quite literally no one else for either of them.
#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#merthur#possessive arthur#jealous arthur#devoted merlin#he’d do anything - absolutely anything - for arthur and once he realizes that?#arthur doesn’t care about the random nobles or servants or barmaids or even gwaine’s flirtations bc he Knows#he Knows that merlin truly only cares for and loves him#above everything else
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Possessive Arthur is something that is actually so personal to me
I think he wouldn't even be aware of it at first: Small things like constantly calling merlin “my manservant”, or pulling on merlin's arm while they walk because merlin walks too slow and definitely not because he just wants to.
He then slowly notices this urge to always keep merlin around, and his inability to function without him. Whenever merlin is gone he feels this emptiness that is almost akin to fear, like someone is about to snatch and steal merlin away from him.
After he realizes this (and subsequently his feelings), Arthur begins to show his possessiveness more in the open in fear of the aforementioned stealing happening.
He'd keep Merlin at his side during every single event or trip (“Tell me again why I must go hunting with you?” “Shut up, Merlin.”), take any chance to wrap him in anything Pendragon red (“It's literally just a scratch, I don't need your entire cape-” “Do you ever shut up, Merlin?”), and glares at anyone who even dares to cross Merlin's path (“Why do you keep glaring at that poor nobleman? He's literally shaking from fear.” “Be quiet, Merlin.”)
It gets even worse after they get together and Arthur becomes king, because without his father's constant judgement and surveillance, Arthur is finally free to declare to the whole kingdom that Merlin is his.
He immediately takes Merlin as his royal consort (“I'M NOT YOUR QUEEN.” “Anything you say, my love.”), starts kissing Merlin at the end of his speeches, and despite being the literal king of one of the most powerful kingdoms in Albion, chooses to spend his time putting red flowers in Merlin's hair like a love sick teenager.
Merlin, as always, complains a lot about being embarrassed or the constant smell of grass in his hair, but Arthur knows that he secretly loves it since only him and Merlin are allowed entry into their chambers, and he's not the one taking care of the vase of red flowers by their bed.
#oh these idiots are so in love#merlin#merlin bbc#merlin emrys#merlin x arthur#arthur x merlin#arthur pendragon#merthur#bbc merlin#merlin/arthur#arthur#possessive arthur#ficlet#merthur headcanon#headcanon#my writing#my posts
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“Then how shall we get you what you want, M’Lord?” Merlin murmurs salaciously, following his words with a lick behind Arthur’s ear.
“I murder anyone who even dares to look at you wrong.” Arthur’s hand travels down Merlin’s back to squeeze the top of his buttocks. “And I include Gwaine in that. He has mischief in his eyes, and he’s too loose with his thoughts.”
“He isn’t dangerous,” Merlin says on a laugh.
“You’re right. I’ll kill anyone who looks at you anyway I don’t like.” Arthur’s hands keep moving sliding up the back of Merlin’s tunic.Â
Read more (Chapter 10 of More Than a Match)
Rated E - Tons of smut with plot - Part 3 of The Matched series
#bbc merlin#merlin#merthur#arthur pendragon#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#merlin fic#bbc merlin smut#merlin smut#merlin fanfic#Possessive Arthur#merlin x arthur
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based on alexi's post. i was possessed by the phrase 'every song's a duet'
#malevolent#malevolent podcast#arthur lester#john doe malevolent#jart#from sketch to finished lines in about an hour last night#i was POSSESSED.
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save me middle school hyperfixation
#sorry about this. got possessed#hetalia#aph france#hws france#aph england#hws england#francis bonnefoy#arthur kirkland#my art#drawn without references. accuracy may vary#sometimes you have to feed the nostalgia in you
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DragonLord Merlin taking on Dragon traits
Merlin with leathery wings. Merlin with scales. Merlin being taken with every shiny rock he sees and keeping up a little collection that is hidden away in his room. Merlin sticking around certain people because all of a sudden his nose got so much better and even though he can't really describe it you smell like safety and love and comfort. Possessive Merlin who is stuck like glue to his Kings back because that is his shining jewel and the most precious piece of his hoard and he'll be damned if anything happens to mess it up. Obsessive Merlin cleaning Arthur's chambers and keeping them nice and neat and warm and comfy so his King doesn't want to ever leave the safety of his room; so his hoard can be protected and looked over and safe.
#genuinely upset i haven't seen more dragon Merlin fics#like i would have thought they'd be everywhere but i can barely find any#its a disgrace#i also just really love possessive merlin#merlin#merthur#bbc merlin#arthur pendragon#merlin bbc#merlin emrys#king arthur#arthur#merlin x arthur
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(AN: Reader is 13-15, Arthur, 23-24)
Warnings: Not incest, strictly platonic, angst, fluff
You watched Arthur’s every move as he settled in, his face weary yet hardened, scrubbing off remnants of dirt and whatever else he’d encountered in the washing barrel. You lowered the clothes you were folding, feeling the slight twinge of nerves as you reached for his stew.
He liked it hot, which meant you had to reheat the pot. You realized you hadn’t eaten all day, but you brushed the thought aside. Taking the bowl in hand, you crossed over to him as he finally sat down, visibly exhausted.
“Here, Arthur." You said softly, extending the bowl to him.
He grunted in response, the closest thing to a “thank you” he would offer, and took it from you, his gaze giving you a quick once-over before returning to his meal. Routine checkup as you called it.
Trying to bridge the silence, you ventured, “So...how was it?”
Arthur barely looked up. “Was what?”
“The job…” You tried not to sound too eager, but the truth was, you were starved for any scrap of conversation, any glimpse into the part of his life that stayed cloaked in secrecy.
“Went well.” He replied curtly, still focused on his food.
A brief silence followed as you fiddled with a strand of hair, tucking it behind your ear. You felt a familiar ache bloom at the base of your skull and then another one at the abdomen, a dreadful sensation. Just then, it hit you, your period was due.
You froze, holding the empty tray as the realization dawned. Arthur looked up, stew mid-bite, and raised a brow at your sudden stillness, your gaze into space.
“What’s got you standin’ there like a ghost?” he muttered.
“Huh? Oh… nothing,” you managed to reply, trying to appear casual, hoping he wouldn’t notice the faint flush that had spread across your face.
“Need... anything?”
"Um..." You started pondering which perhaps went on for a minute.
Arthur’s gruff voice interrupted your thoughts. He reached into his pocket and, with a casual flick, tossed a few crumpled bills onto the tray. “Your pocket money. Now, go brew the coffee.”
The whole thing felt like a bad joke. Arthur tossed you a few bucks every so often, calling it "pocket money," like you could waltz into town and buy whatever you wanted. But he was always right there with you whenever you went to the market, keeping a close eye on everything. Or you had to give him the list.
“Uh? Um... th-thanks.”
Arthur's brow furrowed, his gaze sharpening. "What’s wrong with you today? Why are you actin’ weird?”
You forced a chuckle, shaking your head. “I’m fine, actually. You’re the one who is wei-, um looks tired. I’ll get on with the coffee.”
Before he could question you further, you hurried off, trying to shake the unease settling in your stomach. As you set the coffee pot on, you remembered the stew you’d set aside for yourself and turned toward the wagon, only to see Pearson ladling out the last bowl for himself.
A pang of frustration mixed with the ache of hunger, you’d been so careful, setting everything up, and now even that small comfort had slipped through your fingers.
First, the looming sense of dread that seemed to haunt your every step, and now this, a missed meal because Pearson snatched up the last bowl of stew without a second thought. Emotions churned, thick and heavy, clouding your mind as you went about your tasks in a haze.
You delivered Arthur’s damn coffee, scrubbed his dishes clean, and finished up the rest of your chores, all while running on nothing more than stale biscuits and the last dregs of (tea/coffee). Asking others for food? You didn’t want to be seen as Arthur’s sister, the one mooching off his work, asking for scraps, felt cheap, when he practically carried the camp on his shoulders. The thought made your stomach churn with resentment and embarrassment. Yeah, not something a Morgan does. Although in your opinion, you shouldn't be doing anything if he earns the most...but whatever. Asking from your brother? If he found out you skipped lunch. He’d be livid, calling you reckless or worse for not managing the basics, you couldn't handle a scolding at the moment.
Frustration gnawed at you. It wasn't just the hunger, it was the constant grind of chores, endless and thankless, all because you were one of the few women in the camp. Susan wielded her age like a shield, always finding ways to rest while you and Annabelle picked up the slack. But even Annabelle was too busy, neck-deep in whatever business kept her hands clean of the daily tasks. And so, it fell to you.
You flopped onto your cot, hiding your face in the pillow as the pains of hunger and period mixed with a deeper ache, one of loneliness, exhaustion, and memories you could almost taste. You remembered your mother’s gentle hand on your forehead when you were ill, the comforting smell of warm food she’d bring, and the luxury of rest she allowed you. It felt like a distant, lost dream now. Here, rest wasn’t an option, it was a rare privilege you couldn’t afford. Great, now your pillow is also wet with tears.
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You were knee-deep in a mountain of laundry, your temper simmering with each aggressive scrub against the washboard. The clothes bore the brunt of your pent-up frustration, wrung and scrubbed with a vengeance. Suddenly, something light and obnoxious hit the basket, a boy’s underwear. You knew immediately who the culprit was.
"How. Dare. You?" you snapped, eyes narrowing.
John, already a few steps away, stopped and turned, a lazy smirk creeping across his face. "What? You’re the one washing."
"Yes, I am the one washing, you jerk." You grabbed the offending article and chucked it back at him, hitting him square in the face. His eyes widened, and he gasped, genuinely taken aback.
"But I am not washing that!" you said, pointing at the ragged underwear as if it were a symbol of all your grievances. "Those are for you to wash, understand?"
John held the underwear in his hands, clearly bewildered. "What? Why? Is it not… a cloth? And why would I wash it? I’ve got way more important things to do." His voice grated against your headache, every word echoing like a drumbeat in your skull.
"Important huh? Okay. Then let's solve this problem another way."
You could feel your patience unraveling, and, without thinking, you yanked a pair of scissors from your belt and snipped through the fabric with one swift motion.
"Hey! That was one of my two pairs! What the hell is wrong with you?!" he yelped, clutching the scraps as if they were made of gold.
"Then maybe you should think twice before tossing them my way! Now go and cry." you shot back, but the anger and heat were taking their toll. Your vision blurred slightly, the world beginning to spin.
John’s voice rose in protest, but it sounded muffled, distant. You took a step back, steadying yourself on the edge of the wash basin, blinking rapidly to try and clear your head. "Damn heat… and damn you, John…" you muttered, but the words seemed to tangle and drift as darkness crept in at the corners of your vision.
Your eyes fluttered open, and the first sight that met you was Ms. Grimshaw, her familiar face creased with concern as she fanned you gently with a worn-out piece of fabric.
"Ah! You are awake, quite the theatrics you put on out there..." Her voice was both exasperated and relieved. You let out a soft groan in response, turning onto your side, trying to escape the brightness of the day that felt too harsh against your feverish skin. Your throat felt like sandpaper, and the heavy weight of your head pressed down against the pillow.
"T-time...?" you managed to croak, the words feeling foreign in your mouth.
"It's four," she replied, a hint of annoyance in her tone.
Your eyes shot open wide in panic. "T-the clothes? I-"
Susan rolled her eyes, cutting you off. "I washed them, don't worry. But tomorrow you gotta do them, got it? And what’s with you tearing that boy’s underwear?"
"Huh...? What?" Confusion clouded your thoughts as you reached for your canteen, the bitter taste in your mouth only worsening your discomfort.
"Forget it," she huffed, shaking her head. "Oh, I hear him. I think Arthur's back."
Panic surged through you as you struggled to focus, the realization hitting hard. Arthur. You had to see him, make his coffee, bring him his food, and make sure he knew you were at the camp and doing your part in the camp. But every instinct in you rebelled against the idea, your muscles weak and senses dulled as if they’d given up the fight.
Your vision blurred, and you sank deeper into the cot, eyelids heavy, your body refusing to cooperate. You barely registered Susan’s faint, dismissive muttering as she left the tent, her words blending into a haze of disapproval. For now, making sure Arthur was taken care of was the least of your worries.
Meanwhile, Susan spotted Arthur sitting by his cot, his irritation palpable. Freshly cleaned up from his last job, he seemed expectant, perhaps wondering where you were with his usual meal or coffee. Sensing an opportunity to stir up trouble, she approached him, her tone casual but dripping with judgment.
"Mr. Morgan," she began with a sly look, "your sister did nothing today. Not a damn thing. And right now? She’s sleeping in, like she's royalty or something."
Arthur’s eyes narrowed. “Why would she do that?”
“Who knows?” Susan shrugged with exaggerated indifference. “She had some spat with John, then just sulked off and refused to lift a finger.”
The moment the words left her lips, Arthur was on his feet, his expression hardening. Without a word to Susan, he strode to your tent and pushed open the flap, not bothering to knock. His gaze swept over you, expecting to find you feigning sleep, or maybe just ignoring the day’s tasks.
"What the hell is you-"
But the sight of you, lying pale and motionless beneath the blanket, immediately stopped him in his tracks. A faint flush tinged your face, and your breathing was shallow. His agitation shifted to alarm in an instant.
Arthur knelt beside you, his hand reaching to press gently against your forehead, feeling the unmistakable heat of fever radiating through his palm. “Damn it,” he muttered, guilt and worry flooding his face. He’d been ready to scold you for shirking camp duties, and instead, here you were, worn down to the bone.
Your eyes fluttered open, barely focusing as you tried to mumble something. “Arthur... I meant... to get your food… just…”
His jaw tightened, frustration directed inward. “You’ve been pushin’ yourself too hard,” he said, his voice low but edged with anger, at himself, at Susan, at anyone who’d failed to notice what you were going through. “You’re coming with me to the clinic, no arguments.”
You nodded weakly, relief and exhaustion settling over you. Without another word, he slipped his arms beneath you, lifting you up with a gentleness that made your heart ache.
As he carried you to the stables, he did not forget to throw a bloodthirsty look at Susan making her gulp. It clearly stated.
'You are dead if something happens to her.'
The air in the clinic was thick with the smell of antiseptic and the soft rustle of the doctor’s coat as he examined you. Arthur sat beside you, his brow furrowed with concern, his hand clenched into a fist resting on his thigh. You lay on the cot, shivering despite the blanket wrapped around you, your pallor alarming him even more than before. The doctor’s voice was a distant murmur, but the words echoed in your ears.
“She’s suffering from dehydration fever. It’s left her weak, but with proper treatment, she should recover. Make sure she stays hydrated, and she’ll need rest, here's the prescription and you can go home if you want once the drip is finished..” The doctor turned to you one last time with a gentle smile. "Rest well, alright? Lots of it."
As soon as the door clicked shut behind the doctor, Arthur turned to you, his expression shifting from worry to something sharper, more intense. “What the hell were you thinking?!” he snapped, his voice low but edged with anger. “You could have told me you weren’t feeling well. Instead, you’ve been pushing yourself like this?”
You flinched at his tone, the weight of his words mixing with the guilt that already gnawed at you. “I--but you said...that I gotta...work...” you started, but the words caught in your throat, and instead of explanations, tears began to prick at your eyes.
"FUCK WHAT I SAID!- "He rubbed his forehead in frustration. "I also said to take care of yourself, I am not always around! And just--look at you..."
“I--I didn’t mean to,” you stammered, your voice trembling. “I thought I could manage...”
“Thought!?” he echoed, incredulous. “You can’t just think you can handle it all when you’re this sick! You’ve been working yourself to the bone! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you ask for help?” His voice rose with each word, frustration spilling over as he paced the floor, refusing to meet your gaze.
"And what did you just tell the doctor, huh? That this wasn't the first time it happened?! Are you kidding me?! Are you tryin' to waste yourself?!"
The harshness of his tone cut through you, and you couldn’t help the tears that began to spill down your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your throat tightening. As you looked into his furious eyes, the dam broke. The tears spilt over, hot and unrelenting as you remembered all the times, you put him and others first, in fear.
In fear of being left with strangers while Arthur is away and thinking that they might say or do something to you if you don't do the work properly.
"Damn it,” he murmured, his voice softening. “I didn’t mean to-”
“I was...scared and I-I--miss her,” you sobbed, clutching the blanket tightly around you as if it could shield you from the pain. “I miss Mama. She would know what to do. She would take care of me…please take me to Mama...” Your voice cracked, the memories of her soothing presence and the comfort she always provided weighing heavily on your heart.
Arthur’s anger faltered as he watched you break down. hearing you call for Mama again and again was agonizing. He felt his heart twist painfully at your words, the memories of your mother hanging heavy in the air. “I know,” he said quietly, his voice losing its edge. He reached out, gently wiping the tears from your cheeks, his own frustration melting away in the face of your grief. “I miss her too. But you can’t go on like this. You need to take care of yourself for her, for both of us. And why the hell are you scared, you are my sis' and as long as I am alive, no one can touch a strand of yours,” He pulled you in a side hug carefully.
"And listen here, from now on, you only do my chores. Fuck the camp." You pulled away slightly, in shock.
"W-what?"
He nodded with a playful smile. "Damn right. You get better and you do my work only. Susan can surely handle the others, right?"
You blinked up at him, your surprise turning into disbelief. “Arthur, you can’t just tell me to ignore everything else... I can’t put that on Susan. She-”
He interrupted you with a firm squeeze of your hand, his eyes softening. “I can and I will. You need to rest, and if that means I have to play the tyrant for a bit, so be it. Besides, Susan can manage. She’s been slacking off more than you realize. And if someone has a problem with it then they can come to me. Anytime.”
A small laugh, almost devilish, bubbled up despite your exhaustion, the tension easing slightly. You snuggled back into the hug to calm your shivering.
“That's...that would be fun to watch."
He nodded and you decided to press your advantage. “Um…so tell her to do your chores too-”
"Don't get too ahead of yourself now."
I hate you.
“Get well soon, and you better take your meds and all when I ain’t around.” Arthur’s voice held a rough tenderness, though he masked it with a gruff tone. Beneath his impatience, you sensed a genuine worry, a hint of eagerness for you to recover, not that he’d admit it, of course. His true motive, or so he told himself, was purely practical.
Pearson’s stew lacked the warmth and care you added to every meal, and coffee was never quite right unless you made it.
He groaned inwardly, imagining another week of choking down meals without your touch. But the look he shot you as he spoke was more protective than he probably intended, softening just enough that you knew he was looking out for you.
“Did ye’ even hear me, missy?” he muttered, noticing your eyelids drooping, his words somewhere between annoyed and fond.
You jumped, startled out of the drowsiness that was starting to creep over you, and gave a hum of acknowledgement.
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John rushed up to Arthur as he emerged from your tent, having just ensured you were well-fed and rested.
"What is it, you rascal?" Arthur asked, turning to face him with a mix of curiosity and annoyance.
“Um... I was looking forward to a compensation…” John trailed off, shuffling his feet awkwardly.
“For?” Arthur raised an eyebrow amused, the impatience creeping into his tone.
“(Y/N), tore... she... tore my underwear, which is not fair...I only asked her to wash it...I mean....”
A smirk crept across Arthur's face. “She did the right thing, I am proud of her.” He grabbed John by the back of his neck, pulling him close with a playful yet threatening grin.
"My sis ain't your maid, boy, got it? In fact, nobody's maid here. Wash your shit yourself.” The playful banter vanished, replaced by a weighty silence as Arthur's gaze hardened. He gave John a firm shove, sending him stumbling back and casually walking back to his own tent, chuckling at the boy's foolish request.
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It's been a while, huh?
Let's just say that I have overcome some life's obstacles and am now ready to create and do things again! yipeeee!!<D
So here's a frame from an edit/animation from my TikTok video. I found it amusing, so I can't resist showing it
#THEY ARE BOTH SO DAMN COOL#I kinda like Arthur's possessed form...#they look like Ghost Rider and Hellboy tho#and I'm also in love with Arthur's horns#mystery skulls animated#mystery skulls#lewis pepper#msa lewis#arthur kingsmen#msa arthur#msa reverb#mystery skulls fanart#msa fanart#fanart#artists on tumblr#drawing#art
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"PRINCESS" HARROWHARK AND GIDEON THE UNDEFEATED... This is very fucking niche and I might be the only person that would care about this (so reblogs even more appreciated than usual) but.... Griddlehark (tlt) Malevolent (podcast) AU.............
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dialogue from Malevolent episode 47
•do not repost• shares appreciated • sketch, yellow version and close ups under the cut
Griddlehark malevolent AU,,, in which Âżinvestigator? harrow gets possessed by kiriona, a piece of an entity (can't decide if said entity is John, the King in yellow [BC of his personality and connection to Gideon], or Alecto, the Queen in yellow [BC she kinda sorta IS an elder god in tlt canon]. In whichever case the creepy yellow eyes just WORK).
only similitude between Harrow and Arthur might be the parent trauma. And the ghost/demon/possession shenanigans (they both get possessed every five minutes it's so... Funny? Sad?? Funny?). And the sword/chest plate/ knight aesthetic (Arthur just got a rapier like an episode ago!!!!)..... And the religion/god/faith issues. But still. I got obsessed with this idea and I had to draw it. You can pry this concept from my cold dead hands... If anyone GETS it please let me know, otherwise I'll just feel like I'm losing my mind......... Okay bye....
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I really like how this one turned out the only problem is I think harrow didn't turn out looking harrow-like. Idk what it is. Something in the vibe idk.
I was using the word search function to see if anybody else had talked about a tlt/malevolent connection and I found this post which called me out greatly. And also this one.
#tlt#malevolent#malevolent podcast#the locked tomb#chronically possessed bitches#yellow eye shannanigans#the locked tomb fanart#tlt fanart#griddlehark fanart#griddlehark#gideon nav fanart#gideon the ninth fanart#gtn#htn#ntn#the locked tomb malevolent au#malevolent Fanart#the locked tomb au#malevolent au#harrowhark the first#harrowhark nonagesimus#harrow the ninth fanart#harrow the ninth#harrow as arthur lester#horror podcasts#living for malevolent season 5 knight / xiii century / medieval aesthetic#gotta draw arthur in his chest plate next#also i still haven't made my own john doe malevolent design#knight harrow
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I know I shouldn't love you, but I do
#every six months I am absolutely possessed by these two#fun fact this is an old wip that I went back to#I added a whole new panel hehe#merlin fanart#merlin bcc#merthur fanart#merthur#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#sbm art
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(please imagine the following being shouted in the loudest possible car salesman voice)
DRACULA SEQUEL HORROR PODCAST!
ACTUALLY ORIGINAL PREMISE THAT ISN'T MAKING DRACULA AND MINA BLOWUP DOLLS DO KISSY KISSY!
QUEER CAST! THEY ARE THE MAIN CHARACTERS!
ARCHIVES! GHOSTS! GHOULS! VAMPIRES! THE MOORS!
MINA AND JONATHAN HARKER AS THEIR CANON HEROIC SELVES! DRACULA AS AN EVIL SEVERED HEAD IN A BACKPACK!
COOL KICKSTARTER TIER GOODIES!
THREE DAYS LEFT!
LISTEN TO THE EPISODE! DONATE! SHARE!
GO GO GO!
#prepare for a tag pile#stand by#the holmwood foundation#dracula#podcast#queer#horror#bram stoker#dracula daily#re: dracula#possession#vampire#ghost#thrall#archive#jonathan harker#mina harker#mina murray#arthur holmwood#arthur godalming#abraham van helsing#jeremy larkin#maddie townsend#classic horror#classic literature#spinoff#sequel
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So you think you have friends in high places 🤨
#a little treat from me to you but also for me in general#this was fun and possessed me and I ended up doing this in well under a week which given previous experiences is insane#anyway a ton of fun a ton. of. fun.#malevolent podcast#malevolent fanart#yellow malevolent#the king in yellow#kiy malevolent#andrew larson#wallace larson#larson malevolent#malevolent#arthur lester#arthur malevolent#john malevolent#john doe malevolent#john doe#noel malevolent#charlie dowd#the butcher#the butcher malevolent#dennis collins#malevolent season 4#malevolent animatic#animatic#Youtube
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blatantly jumping into memes. sorry everyone it will happen again
#malevolent#john malevolent#arthur lester#yeah can't even defend myself here. if it helps i was possessed#(haha)#sorry for making you see an amogus meme in 2024#id for all of these are in alt text#''sorry everyone it will happen again'' like really soon again.
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Kitten I'm not gonna lie to you, Daddy has promises to keep and miles to go before he sleeps.
#not sure what possessed me tomake this post#Malevolent#malevolent podcast#arthur malevolent#arthur lester#jarthur#private eyes
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Rimbaud: If you scratch your possessed boyfriend behind the ear he may just start kicking like a dog.
Dazai: Interesting.
Verlaine: We run?
Chuuya: *already on the ceiling*
#im just saying if Rimbaud made it out alive this would be how it went down#rimlaine#soukoku#paul verlaine#arthur rimbaud#chuuya nakahara#dazai osamu#incorrect bungou stray dogs#incorrect bungou stray dogs quotes#bungou stray dogs#bsd#dont mess with your possessed boyfriend
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getting to episode 8 of malevolent like. oh so hes slightly insane
#have a feeling that slightly is gonna evolve very quickly#tbh if i was blind and possessed by an eldritch horror i would also go ma#'hahaha- fuck you.' SKGNND#malevolent#malevolent podcast#arthur lester#john doe#not equipped for rambling
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