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Remember when I made that Detective Noel [Charlie Dowd] compilation? Well I decided to do some other characters! Here's Oscar's :)

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Wait For Me - a Malevolent Podcast Edit

On a recent taping of Malevolent Autopsy there was a mention of Hadestown and the connection between Malevolent and that story, so I immediately got to work putting together an edit! Features clips from Part 1-52 so make sure you’re caught up before you listen!

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I Would Fall in Love With You - but it’s Part 23 of Malevolent

Exactly what it says on the tin

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Malevoversary Day 5: Memories & Birthday

Arthur's mouth twitches, then opens before closing again. There's a clear internal debate happening that Parker doesn't want to interrupt. After a long moment, Arthur looks at him, and something freezes in his chest. "March is when my wife died and my daughter was born. My birthday is today." Alright, fine, a gutpunch would've hurt less but he knows now and understanding is half the battle. "You have plans?" Parker manages to ask past the lump in his throat. Arthur laughs, a single barked vocalization. "No, usually I'm…" He trails off, gaze going back to look at the ceiling. "Usually I find a way to distract myself." Drinking himself into oblivion he means.

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Malevoversary Day 4

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64239502

"I got somethin' for you."

Charlie raises a brow curiously, sitting up on his elbows to peer at where Noel had his hand cupped around something. "If it's another spider I'm going to make sure it ends up on your pillow tonight."

"That was one time," Noel rolls his eyes, "It's not a spider, promise." He holds his hand out more insistently, tapping it on top of Charlie's knuckles.

Despite his reservations, Charlie opens his palm flat, expecting something unpleasant and instead feeling a metal weight hitting his palm.

"Why are you giving me this?" He asks curiously, seeing that now curled in his palm was Noel's dog tags. Their shape was familiar as his own, it feels like just yesterday they'd received them.

"I want you to have them," Noel says seriously, and Charlie looks at him with surprise.

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Malevoversary Day 3: Rage

"Considering how much you need the practice, you're lucky I haven't dragged you down here sooner," Parker replies idly. His easily dodges the bag swinging at him and grins as Arthur tries to hit the same spot. "Honestly shocked you haven't asked me." "Why's that?" Arthur asks between hits, counting under his breath. "It's a great way to let of steam," Parker muses, adjusting his hold on the bag so he can kick out at Arthur's feet to force him to adjust. "You think I'm always this level headed?" "You're saying I have a temper," Arthur accuses hotly. Then blushes, "Right well-" Parker laughs, "Everyone has a bit of a temper, it just depends on how we deal with it. I say you make this boxing date a more common occurrence, maybe you could loosen up a bit." "I do not need to loosen up-"

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Malevoversary Day 2 - The Pits

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64132969

"Won't you look at me?"

Arthur could almost laugh. He knows what he'll see if he turns his head. The King would show him Parker as he'd known him, or even worse Parker after he died. He still didn't remember his death, a cruelty unimaginable. If his body had been the one to kill his best friend, he deserves to know how it happened.

"Arthur."

Ignoring the visions doesn't always work, but Arthur fears if he answers it might actually break him. He knows how the rest of the memory goes.

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Malevoversary Day 1 - Beginnings

"You know, there are easier crafts to try if you're looking to start a hobby." 

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03. The Mansion (3/60)

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This came to me in a vision and I couldn't help editing a feral Arthur moments to one of my favorite pieces of classical music.

'Dance of the Knights' is an excerpt from a movement of the ballet Romeo and Juliet composed by Prokofiev (1936). This excerpt from 'Montagues and Capulets' is the entrance of the Capulets at the ball - intimidating and graceful with the allegro pesante tempo - swift and heavy. This comes out most prominently from the plodding low brass tones to the lighter strings and woodwinds. Combined over our audio of Arthur intimidating the Friar, it truly feels like a perfect storm.

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02. The Missing Girl (2/60)

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shake off the ghosts (6587 words) by rosesofenvy

John/Noel fic based off of your recent sketches of them :)

READ THIS THE OTHER DAY AND KEPT FORGETTING TO ANSWR THIS RRAAGGGHHHJJHHHH

they oh my god THEEYY you wound me with the Noel angst you wound me I say

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Yang and Lester private investigative service

based on The Cluett Dress Shirt by Leyendecker

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01. The Dark World (1/60)

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Hand Studies - Malevolent

Hands are John / Parker / Arthur / Kayne ^_^

I was doing some hand studies and decided to practice what I learned! I'm actually immensely proud of this. Also very excited to be working with screentones! I feel like they have such perfect vibes for Malevolent art, very classy, very detective :D

(fun fact: i tried to make the hands look like full grown man piano player hands but i was using my own hands as reference, which are very much Not That. I think it turned out well regardless, hehe )

reblogs are very much appreciated! :D

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crawling back to you...

This comic lives in my head rent free @potato-lord-but-not and this audio was too good not to try editing to!

(I can't believe I've written a fic for this comic and made an edit, your parkthur is so strong-)

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She knew better. 

She knew better than to hope. 

And yet, ascending those steps, hearing that melody, she thought for just a moment that he was alive. 

It was against every careful logic she had formed over the past few months with Jane, over the many years of solitude with only her grandfather beside her. Arthur is gone, he left you just as he left your mother. Every instinct told her that he was dead. 

And yet, she hoped, just for a moment.

It’s a man, at the piano.

She could practically see him, even though his performance days had been far and few between - and she had been too young to attend many of them. He’s wearing a suit, hands skating over the keys to draw out chords with such care. The pedals barely squeaked when depressed, a stark contrast to the upright that’d been kept in their home. The song continues, an unhesitating march forward. Jane’s voice trembles as Faroe moves closer. 

His hands are covered in blood, it stains the keys as he plays - Faroe… It’s your father.

She chokes back a sob, hand outstretched until she feels a shoulder beneath it. Arthur continues to play, uninterrupted even as she sits beside him on the bench. 

His eyes… Jane trails off, voice choked as she takes in the scene, They’re dead…there’s no light coming from them. 

Faroe can’t help the tears spilling down her cheeks now, leaning against Arthur’s side, fingers clutched into his suit jacket. She ignores the iron scent of blood, the stilted movements as he disregards her presence reaching up up up to pluck another note and returning back to middle c. The song doesn’t end, looping back into itself in an endless melody, warping and twisting as she can feel unrestrained emotion in her chest warping and twisting. 

“Dad…” She whispers, frustrated at her own fluttering hope that he might answer. The notes ring on, an echo in an open pavilion, an unanswered question and an unheard plea. 

She holds him as she did as a girl, now tall enough to rest her head on his shoulder instead of pressed against his chest. Muscles and bone shift beneath her cheekbone, his elbow pressing into her ribs as he reaches up up up for another high pitched note. 

Once, he had sat her on that side of the bench. It had been her job to reach those notes, he’d said, then shown her where to press and when he’d need her help. She recognizes the notes as the exact same, although she couldn’t recall the song now. 

Too many years had passed. 

I’m sorry, Faroe. 

Tw for blood 👇

It's a man, on the piano... His hands are covered in blood and stains the keys- Faroe... It's your father

His eyes... They're dead... There's no light coming out of them...

I'm sorry, Faroe