So I got distracted in rereading Yellow City and instead read all of I Prefer My Heart to Be Broken for the first time...So now I am clawing the walls of my enclosure over that. AAAAAAHHHH.
“I think she’ll like you” T-T
The ending. So, so good, as always.
Also the doodles at the end made me giggle like crazy imagining all of them just hanging out together. I know it wouldn't end well, but I now I desperately want to see the two Arthurs put in the same fish tank. It wouldn't end well, but it would be *so* funny. Also, I feel like the only two who'd be fine are two Faroes
AHHH thank you so much!! <3 <3
Those sketches from @pikachic absolutely gave me LIFE. I swear I think about the Privacy!Arthur once a day.
Two Arthurs, with that much self-loathing? Would require babysitting, and that is hilarious.
Yes, Faroes are ABSOLUTELY capable of doing that.
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okay I'm working on a malevolent/tma crossover fic rn (no I don't have a real plot with a beginning, middle, or end planned yes its mostly just vibes so far shush) where Jartin and Jarthur bump into each other and obviously I wanna have Jon able to see and hear John because he has Special Eyes and I just had the funniest fucking thought
Jon hears John talking to Arthur probably describing things around them to him and at some point he HAS to ask
Jon: um, Arthur, quick question, why is the entity currently taking up residence in your brain, eyes, and certain portions of your left extremities Canadian?
Arthur, genuinely confused: I'm sorry, fucking what???
John: what the fuck is a Canadian?
Arthur: one second John, I'll explain later- what do you MEAN he's Canadian, where did you get that idea from???
Jon: Arthur he has a Canadian accent. Like, a noticeable Canadian accent. He pronounces "about" as "aboot" pretty consistently.
Arthur, realization dawning on his face: ... oh my god.
Jon: I've literally heard him slip up and pronounce your name as "Orthur" when he gets panicked
John: Orthur what the fuck is he talking aboot!?
Arthur, doesn't know whether to laugh or cry: oh my god
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Jon Sims and Arthur Lester: On Sight
Scene: Jonathan Sims and Arthur Lester are sitting across from one another at a plain wooden table, having tea and pleasant conversation. Jon puts his cup down and leans forward a bit in his chair as he prepares to breach a new topic.
Jon: Arthur...if it's alright, may I ask you a...somewhat personal question?
Arthur: I suppose that depends on what it is.
John: He's looking down at his teacup pensively, as if hesitating.
Jon: ...What is it like? Not being able to see?
Silence. Arthur is taken aback.
Jon: ...Actually, forget I said anything. That was too personal. I don't know why I asked that. I-
Arthur: No, no! It's fine! Jonathan it's fine! I understand that My John and I have a very...unique relationship. It's only natural you'd be curious!
John: Nosy, you mean.
Arthur: (hisses) Be nice.
Jon: Sorry?
Arthur: Nothing. A-as for your question...it was scary at first. It's still scary sometimes, given how frequently we have to run or hide or fight for our very lives while one of us is, quite literally, stumbling around in the dark. John guides me, tells me where obstacles are, alerts me of threats and helps me to combat them. He'll describe my surroundings to me so that I can get a sort of...mental map of the place I'm in. Sometimes I'll ask him to describe the scenery we drive past or the clothes hanging in the shop windows, little things like that. And usually he's happy to oblige...when he's in a good mood at least.
John: Hey!
Arthur: Of course it's not exactly the same and it's often frustrating for both of us when we fail to communicate properly. Especially when we end up in tight spots because of it. But honestly...I don’t know how people like me would manage without a John of their own in their heads.
John: Don't sell yourself short. You've been without me before, and you managed just fine.
Jon: What's he saying?
Arthur: Hmm?
Jon: You tend to...pause at odd moments when he's saying something to you.
Arthur: Heh. You're quite observant, aren't you?
Jon: (uncomfortably) It comes with the territory.
Arthur: (bashfully) H-he was just...complimenting me. Saying I've been without him before and I managed which I suppose is true.
John: You suppose?! You dragged yourself through the freezing cold to a cabin, while blind and bleeding from the neck. Fuck off, you suppose.
Arthur: (Ducks his head and whispers) Shut up!
John: (teasingly): Now who can't take a compliment?
Arthur: (shakes his head) All of this is to say...I'm very lucky to have him.
Jon: I see. Well I'm glad you two have each other. I don't know what would become of me if it weren't for Martin.
Arthur: (Hums in agreement) ...If I may ask...what sparked your curiosity?
John: His eyes are widening and he looks...embarrassed? As if you've somehow seen something you weren't supposed to see...
Jon: (sputters a bit) I- w-well it's interesting isn't it? Like you said! Your...symbiosis.
Arthur: I don't disagree. But we've discussed the subject of My John several times and you've never really focused on the topic of my blindness before.
John: I think I like that. You calling me YOUR John~
Arthur: (Chuckles softly) You're incorrigible.
Jon: (latching on) W-whats he saying now?
Arthur: Wha? Nothing, its- nothing. Jonathan, your deflecting.
Jon: I am not.
Arthur: I'm simply wondering what made you want to know more about my blindness. (Suspicious) What are you so desperate to hide all of a sudden?
John: He's hesitating...he's sighing. His shoulders are sagging as if in reluctant defeat. He's scooting the chair a bit closer to the table and leaning in.
Jon: ...I've told you of my time working at the Magnus Institute.
Arthur: Yes. I remember. Where you and your colleagues sadly fell under the influence of the dark gods that seized you.
Jon: I...I discovered a way to separate myself and the others from the Eye.
Arthur: You did?!
Jon: Yes. But at great cost. To separate yourself from the Ceaseless Watcher...you must completely destroy your own eyes.
Arthur: Jesus...
John: Fuck.
Jon: ...I didn't...I didn't want to do it alone so I ran to tell Martin. Him first before any of the others. I...I said we could get out of there. Together. Long story short, he refused. ...I don’t know if it would've worked on me. I was at the point where I couldn't even cut off a finger without it healing the second I removed the knife but...I could've tried. I should have tried. If it had worked, if I hadn't been so selfish-
John: Selfish? The fuck?!
Jon: -so much pain and death could've been avoided! But a million things held me back. Part of me told myself that it was because I didn't want to just run off and leave Martin and the others alone in that place but...but what if I was just lying to myself? What if I was just being a coward?
John: ...He's slumped in his chair. His eyes are focused on the far wall, clouded with shame. He's tense...as if bracing himself for something?
Arthur takes a moment to gather himself, struggling to piece his racing thoughts together into something coherent.
Arthur: Jonathan...you're not a coward for not wanting to lose your sight!
Jon: But-!
Arthur: Listen to me. I love my John and I love what we have and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world but...but I still miss my sight. I miss it everyday. I miss being able to walk down the street unassisted, I miss the simple joy of being able to look at painting o-or watch a sunset instead of having it described to me and picturing it in my head! I miss... I miss being able to see my own face in a mirror. Heh...you know, sometimes I wonder how distorted my memory of my own face will grow with time. I wonder...will it fade altogether, one day?
John: (determined) I won't let it.
John raises his hand to cup Arthur's face gently. Arthur leans into the touch briefly.
Arthur: (fondly) I know you won't, dear.
Arthur: What I'm trying to say is...our eyes are a gift, Jonathan. A gift that we so often take for granted. Not wanting to lose them does not make you selfish nor cowardly. It makes you...
Arthur & John simultaneously: Human.
John: He looks...surprised. And maybe a little grateful.
Jon: ...I...T-thank you, Arthur I...I don’t know what to say.
Arthur: You don’t have to say anything. I've been in your shoes, Mr. Sims. We are both men that have committed a great number of sins. But those sins are not who we are. Try to remember that.
John: He's smiling.
Jon: I will.
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