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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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What I need is for Arthur and John Doe from Malevolent to meet Stanley and The Narrator from The Stanley Parable because they have virtually the exact same hate/hate/moment of sheer intense emotional intimacy/return to hate dynamic and equal degrees of Weirdly Yellow Iconography™ and they're both deeply involved in difficult discussions about choice and control and invisible voice in somebody's head and indescribably weird shit goes on around them and manipulation and sassy dialogue and I care about all of them very much
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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Whole.
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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It's me Arthur I'm the mysterious entity speaking to you inside your brain, listen to me Arthur― KILL your partner, we don't need him! Come with me and play their games; we'll have cowboy times with... Kayne? Do do do do yeaaaahhhhhhhh you need me Arthur your free will is an illusion—
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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watcher in the rainfall
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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An alternate design for my favourite eldritch friend.
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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do u have a Kellin (malevolent) design in your head👀
Ooo― that's a good question! I think I do, but it's hard to picture him in anything but shadow so my mental images are all painfully devoid of details. I need to work out the fine print, as it were. Let's see.
He's wearing a leather jacket, dark and stained with dirt. Army boots. Malnourished, but you can only tell it from his arms; the rest is a morass of thick fabric. He shaves his head in a rough buzzcut because he can't stand getting hair in the mask, can't stand feeling anything but filtered air and the mask against his chin and mouth. There are scars webbing his hands, the only parts of him that even feel real, that deign to touch the light when it filters in through the exposed beams of his home or the dark windows of his truck. He wears a watch, a cheap one. It's been broken for years.
His eyes are pale and blue. Nobody has seen them in a very long time. Well. Nobody living, that is.
Okay holy shit inspiration time I'm gonna draw him, thank you for reminding me to think about him!
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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Canary! In a coal mine!
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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All Hail The Worms.
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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Give John his fucking movie, Arthur, why are you like this, can't you tell he's suffering? You monster. Arthur. Fuck you.
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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sketch concept for mr. lester
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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such fractured souls as these
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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They've won, John. He won.
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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The bitter, desperate demeanour of someone who's been fucked with just a little too much.
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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There is something deeply wrong with this man. I want to meet him. I want to see what wacky shit he gets up to next.
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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The real ant-man.
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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He was such a chill guy, for an avatar. I miss him.
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someterriblewonder · 1 year
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This appeared in my mind and wouldn't leave until I rendered it to at least some degree of detail. I have no regrets. Pop off, stabby little british man: you are the real King here.
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