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.
Due to my chronic illness: unoriginal. Overdone. Everyone is gonna be asking a bunch of uncomfortable medical questions or acting like it isn’t real
Due to Horigs pestilent curse upon me: mysterious, no one quite knows what it means but my health sure is suffering, ominous enough that people are too uncomfortable to ask to clarify
reblog to bap prev with your paw
open tumblr. immediately bombarded with the most jaw dropping, life giving, hands quivering, eyes blinding, mouth salivating, baby drowning, legs giving out art in the world. i love you malevolent artists you're all beautiful. your talent astonishes me. never stop. please.
Two doodles based on chapter 16 of For What You Are (by @hauntieannes)
The first doodle is what I picture Arthur’s live reaction to the dumb “comedians”
ALSO neurodivergent aromatic John means the WORLD to me, he’s so relatable (as an aroace nd person myself), he’s written so well <3
its blood
its blood, the kiss mark is blood and i am ill
can we talk about Arthur's new homoerotic situationship or whatever he had with Lord Everatt or...
I don’t need therapy. I need my husband (archive of our own) to return from war (the server is currently down) and come home to his devoted wife (an ao3 user who was in the middle of reading a gay sex scene). it’s been almost two years (20 minutes) since he (ao3) has been taken from me
I see way too many posts about being really affectionate with your friends and if you aren't hugging and kissing your friends then you don't really have friends and you should be in love with your friends a little bit and it annoys me so here's a post that shouts out non-affectionate friends. shoutout to the people who don't like affection or hugging or being super gushy with each other but still love and appreciate their friends dearly. shoutout to the people who find it really hard to be emotionally vulnerable and sweet but are still always there for you in a crisis. shoutout to people who don't have to be hugging you constantly to prove that they care about you
I'm just saying, Arthur could break the fingers of the hand that John controls
crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read
and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you
like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors
I don’t post very often because I’m often busy with schoolI draw sometimes idk
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