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[bleaksqueak]

Storms kept waking me up so have a quicky rough Eli sketch

[damienstarrk]

Elias stretched again, tugging on a very small crop top and running his hands through his blond hair to fix the bed head a little.

Wade practically bounced in place in excitement. " Finally !! I get another x-men. I was really starting to think this mansion was just a setup for something. Sooooo--You're last name is Thorson is your dad really Thor?" He asked. " He's not going to have a problem with this right ?" He asked Elias.

@damienstarrk

[mialenka]

Magnus archives S1 characters!!! (My friend @denrite got me into this, and we've been listening to it every other day tehe)

So far, i have finished seasons 1 and 2, so please dont spoil me 😭🙏

ANYWAYS i wanna write about the thought process i had for each character design so allow me 🤭

Jon: I saw that the fandom already had a very distinct design for Jon, and i didnt wanna change much about his appearance. So i just drew him in a classic office look. Made his hair a bit short but didn't wanna give him too much of a clean look even though he's been so.... uptight, i suppose 😭

Martin: Same case here! Decided to draw him all lovely, bubbly, and i wanted to go for a more blonde hair color for him. Idk i just envisioned him like this since i heard him LOL. Also, im sadly not as good when it comes to drawing plus size people, but Martin was a very good practice, and i really like how it looks, i hope you guys do too!

Sasha: Ever since i heard her, i immediately thought of a woman who gives off all the cool vibes! I wanted her to look very casual but clean and classy for the archival look if that makes sense 🤩. Also fun fact while i was drawing her i didnt know she had glasses and then as me and denrite were progressing in the story i learned she had them so i had to change up her look a little. Ngl her with glasses... it's growing on me!

Tim: When i heard Tim, i knew he was wearing floral shirts... and so did the fandom, apparently! I am glad we are all on the same page! Also, I imagined Tim as wasian or asian, super charismatic, and I WANTED HIM TO HAVE DIMPLES!! It definitely suits him, and yall can fight me on that ‼️‼️ Also denrite suggested i give him earrings... for extra spicyness >:)

Elias: I imagined him as old, clean looking and now that i know what kind of person he is i dont wanna talk about him further 🙄

Jane: WORM WIFE WORM WIFE!! I am SO SURPRISED THAT SHE GOT LESS FANARTS THAN SO MANY OTHER CHARACTERS. She is literally one of my favourites! I decided to give her blue eyes, almost off-white to give her that sickly look and the idea of worms coming out of her eyes while they are still intact made me cringe more than actually taking one of her eyes out so enjoy the body horror ig 🤩

Michael: i have nothing else to say bro is smexy and i love this drawing

Gerard: For some very weird reason... i wanted to give him shoulder-length hair even though it's described as him having long hair. I dont know. I just thought it suited him. Also him and i are matching snakebites!

But ye let me know what yall think! I will try to finish s2 characters whenever i can! For s2 i sketched 12 characters so far and i cant wait to color them ‼️

Also heres a second version to this drawing!

Its just Michael with a different background lol

[blackberreh-art]

I have such a clear image of how Michael Shelley and OG Elias became friends. They bumped into each other in the institute one day, a little packet falls to the ground and it's literally that one family guy scene.

"My pot!"

"Your pot?"

Instant palls.

LMAOOOOO I LOVE IT

(real talk tho at least for the au and stuff in my head Michael was FAR too neurotic to try pot and has done his best to not do anything that could be deemed illegal or could bring any attention his way LOLOL Elias asked him the first time if he wanted to share a joint and Michael just fucking folded instantly because he was crushing BAD)

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Wip Whenever the fuck- Weekend art dump 2 of 2.

Aye look it's technically Monday for me but it's Sunday somewhere ;) Time for a "Ceth forgets shit all the time" post.

Thanks to @scholarlyhermit @skyrim-forever @theoneandonlysemla @firefly-factory @silly-little-diary @sanzas-reverie for tagging me this week <3

I'm posting and update on Erra's render as well as a few sketches I started plus a writing snippet. Brains been a bit foggy this month.

anyways...

Art...

I've been painting clothing, getting there with Erra's shirt and i've finished his pants. He's looking pretty good atm. Gonna be tackling embroidery soon enough.

Sydari's caught a Josh shaped pokemon!

Molag'shaln half done art. We are playing with angles again.

Writing...

And a bit of writing. Sleepers Awake chapters are divided into two sections, a documents section and the chapter proper. For the documents chapter of no. 16 I've decided to include an academic overview of Erra. The idea behind it is that a decade after the Vvardenfell Crisis, Josh has allowed his friend and academic mentor, Hasphat Antabolis write a series of books that focuses on the events surrounding the crisis. The caveat is that he gets to make suggestions, and they have to agree on what info is included. Due to events in Morrowind circa 4E 5-6 he is unable to send back the manuscript and the book series is never published. Some pages fall into the hands of the Thalmor and are this included in a dossier on the Nerevarine.

Sources are scarce about where and when Sul was born, but it is generally agreed that he was born around the year three hundred and eighty of the third era. [Erra was born on the 16th of Last Seed, 381… I think it’ll be okay to say that.] Born to the Urshilaku tribe of the Northen Ashlands, the young Dunmer was said to be destined for greatness. [I don’t really know why this is here, he was born into an expectation, but it was a name thing.] The son of the late Urshilaku Ashkhan, Ilaba’andul-Sul Matuul, according to some sources, it was always expected that young Sul would become the next leader of his tribe. [ No, Sul-Matuul was Erra’s Great Uncle. Erra’s father was Gulakhan Ilaba'andul-Sul Erishum am'Urshilaku. So Matuul was Erisham’s uncle. Erra got taken in by him as a kid.] The Ilaba’andul-Sul clan, who claim descent from Saint Indoril Nerevar’s Sheild Companion, Alandro Sul, traditionally made up the warrior class of the tribe. Naturally, Sul would follow a similar path to that of the rest of his family and sources agree that the young mer would distinguish himself amongst his peers early on.

Few details are known about the mer’s family and childhood, but it is generally agreed that he at least has an older brother who has some talent with magic. [Erra had a little sister as well, Elia. He was the middle kid.] Ilaba’andul-Sul Etana is also known to have contributed somewhat towards the Nerevarine’s armies, in a support role. [Etana is one of our key strategists, he is also a fantastic healer and took charge of healing our fallen warriors on the battlefield.] We also know that the Urshilaku experienced an outbreak of Blight around the year three hundred and ninety-six, though it is unknown how much this affected the adolescent mer. [Erra lost his parents and sister to it. I don’t think he was ever truly over it. Kiang preferred not to talk about it. I… I want this to say that he was taken in by his Great Aunt more than his Great Uncle, though technically it’s both.] We also know that the mer had completed his coming-of-age rite at around the same time and would go on to serve as a specialised warrior within the clan. Sul would distinguish himself enough to eventually be named as the Ashkhan’s successor, the details of which are shrouded in secrecy. [Look…I’m gonna write the rules for Ashland succession down and attach it to this when I post it back. It’s involved, and I think it’ll help you out with why Erra getting named heir at twenty-five is so significant.]

At some point during the mer’s late adolescence, he separates himself from the Urshilaku and instead is recorded as participating in one of the many nomadic war bands that were known to raid farms and villages located on the outskirts of the Grazelands of eastern Vvardenfell. It is not understood why Sul left the tribe of his birth, but he would not return until sometime during the year four hundred and twenty-seven, with a young Dunmeri Blades recruit in tow. [Raiding bands are a normal step for any Ashlander warrior looking to earn his ‘stripes’, so to speak, before they marry. Erra left for a few reasons, but the only one the readers need to know is that it wasn’t unusual.] Sul wasn’t a part of these bands for too long, though a mer that matched his description was present at the Voss massacre in the year four hundred. Stories about the massacre vary greatly in detail, so it is unknown to what extent Sul participated in the carnage. [I don’t want this mentioned.]

Most sources agree that by the year four hundred, Sul had moved once again and started frequenting Redoran lands. The mer was confirmed to have settled in the Redoran outpost of Maar Gan, with advertisements for his services as a guide and mercenary to those wanting to cross the Ashwastes appearing by the year four hundred and seven. We also have records from Ald’ruhn that Sul would often take contracts from Redoran House members as well as work for the Tribunal Temple. It is unknown if Sul had converted to the Tribunal faith at this time or if this was strictly a business relationship. [Erra was a devotee of Azura and remained pretty consistent about it for the whole time I knew him. His dealings with Ald’ruhn and Maar Gan’s temple clergy were purely business. You know how mercs used to hang around the temples looking for work? That kinda thing. It paid well and was more appealing to him than egg mining.] It is this line of work that sources agree led to Sul crossing paths with the Nerevarine, and a signed receipt to Blades Grand Spymaster of the Vvardenfell District, Caius Cosades, confirms this version of events. It appears that the mer was working as a Blades contractor by at least the year four hundred and twenty-five, so we can assume Sul was familiar with Imperial customs to the extent that he would be entrusted with such an important mission. [Yeah, we (myself and my friend Hassour Zainsubani) chose Erra as a guide because he was from the Urshilaku Tribe and was well known to take idiots like me north. Most of Erra’s Imperial contracting was done through Hassour, and I know he’s worked with other members of the Blades, but this was the first time he’d worked for Cosades directly.]

From official correspondence between Ciaus Cosades and his superiors, young Sul was hired through an Ashlander liaison to not only guide a Blades Agent through the wastes, but also to teach the agent how to interact with the Ashlander tribes. This first meeting between the Blades Agent, who would one day be named Nerevarine, and the Ashlander tribe that would one day declare him so is not well understood, but we do know that the mer left on good terms, and it is assumed that the same can be said for the Nerevarine and Sul. [Hey, I know you wanna avoid connecting the late Septim Empire to the Vvardenfell Crisis because of Camoran and like losing all the Septim heirs and whatever, but you know I was there on Uriel’s orders. You helped me with some of it. I just don’t get why we’re trying to save the hide of a dying Empire that both my husband and I were against on principle. I know we have different opinions on this, but I really think it’s important that people know why I was there and what I was being made to do. I wasn’t there because I wanted to be, and I wasn’t happy with getting that information from the Urshilaku either. I don’t know, it’s up to you how you wanna link all this shit, but I think sharing the reality is better. Then I don’t gotta hear the constant arguments over whether I was an Imperial spy or not.]

It is widely known that the Nerevarine disappeared from public records between early Evening Star of four hundred and twenty-seven and mid Rain’s Hand of the following year.  Those who have recorded the events surrounding the Vvardenfell Crisis and the rise of the Nerevarine generally agree that this disappearance was related to the mer’s contraction and subsequent recovery from the Divine Disease. He appears again in Vivec City, having orchestrated what is widely regarded as the most infamous prison break of the late Third Era [Fuck yeah!]. We know that the Nerevarine and Sul were not entangled at this stage, and it would be unreasonable to place Sul in the area when there are ample records with the Redoran that state otherwise, including a property deed that dates to early Rain’s Hand. No, the evidence tells us that the two were reunited in Redoran Territory before moving north by mid-Rain’s Hand. The absence of correspondence between the two mer at the time of the Ministry of Truth break-in, as well as the Redoran records, should be enough to exclude Sul from the list of potential conspirators. [Thank you for this. Anything we can do to push back against the shit that the remaining factions of the Tribunal Temple are spewing is good. Erra was mostly in Maar Gan and Ald’ruhn, working on clearing out Blight infestations that breached Ghostfence. He had no idea what I was doing in Vivec until after we’d gone north.]

[rdkatd]

Im on my knees for the intel crush hcs but with the cod ghosty boos perhaps? 🙏

Intel Crush [Headcanon] (Ghosts)

Elias Walker Elias respected competence above anything, and competence was exactly what defined the intel officer. He noticed the hours they put in, the sharp way they spotted gaps in enemy movement, the efficiency that quietly kept his team alive day after day. Elias wasn’t one to gush or let his guard down easily, but his admiration bled through in the way he lingered near their station after missions, a hand on their shoulder, a steady word of thanks. To him, a crush wasn’t loud or obvious—it was a deep-rooted trust that slowly edged into something personal.

Gabriel Rorke For Rorke, intel was both weapon and obsession. From the shadows of the Federation, he kept tabs on the Ghosts’ every move, and by extension, on the one who fed them their eyes and ears. The crush he harbored was twisted, a fixation that blurred admiration with malice. He remembered details about them the way others remembered tactical maps—voice, habits, mannerisms. To him, they weren’t just useful; they were a piece of the Ghosts’ machine he wanted to break, or worse, claim. His attention came like a storm: unrelenting, unsettling, and dangerous.

Thomas Merrick Merrick’s way of noticing them was steady, grounded. Long nights reviewing data turned into quiet company, where he’d pull up a chair and sit through the endless streams of enemy chatter just to show he had their back. Respect came first, always; he was careful never to cross a line or distract them during work. But once the adrenaline of an operation settled, his crush showed in the little ways—bringing them coffee, asking if they’d eaten, quietly reminding them their role was just as dangerous as any man on the ground.

Alex "Ajax" Johnson Ajax was impossible to ignore, and so was the way he gravitated toward the intel officer. He had a knack for leaning on their desk mid-briefing, tossing out playful remarks like, “You’re the reason we look good out there.” At first it was teasing, a way to test boundaries, but the more he saw them work, the more his tone shifted. Beneath the humor, there was real appreciation, a sharp kind of loyalty. Ajax made it obvious when he liked someone—he wasn’t subtle, and the intel officer quickly became his favorite company between deployments.

Keegan Russ Keegan watched everything, and the intel officer was no exception. He didn’t speak much, but his presence around their station was unmistakable. He listened intently during briefings, took their word as law in the field, and when others questioned their calls, his voice cut through in their defense. His crush wasn’t loud—it lived in the seconds he lingered after updates, in the way his eyes followed them when they were too exhausted to notice. He never said much, but his trust in their work was absolute, and that trust spoke louder than words ever could.

David "Hesh" Walker Hesh was the kind to make his crush obvious, whether or not he realized it. He teased the intel officer mercilessly, calling them the “real CO” and joking that the Ghosts would be lost without them. He was quick to brighten the atmosphere around their station, often bringing back trinkets from missions—sometimes small, sometimes ridiculous, always with a grin. But beneath the humor was a streak of protectiveness. He hated seeing them overworked or doubted, and more than once, he made it clear that anyone giving them grief would have to answer to him.

Logan Walker Logan’s quiet nature meant his crush was subtle, almost invisible if you weren’t looking for it. He wasn’t the type to flirt or draw attention, but his support was constant. He brought reports without being asked, handled extra work when their eyes looked tired, and hovered in the background during long shifts. It wasn’t romantic in the obvious sense—it was protective, steady, and wordless. If anyone tried to undermine them, Logan’s silence turned sharp, his presence alone enough to shut it down. His crush lived in action, not speech.

Kick Kick made it his mission to keep the intel officer smiling. He had a quip for everything—“all-seeing eye,” “mission control,” “our guardian angel”—each nickname carrying just enough warmth to hint at something deeper. He lingered near their desk when he had no reason to, leaning back in his chair like he just happened to be there. Beneath the humor, though, he relied on them more than he admitted, and if exhaustion ever caught up to them, he was the first to cover their mistakes without complaint. His crush showed in loyalty disguised as jokes, comfort wrapped in laughter.

[leondxs]

Leondas purred even louder at the term 'sweetheart'. He pressed his cheek firmly against Dwight's head, as if to demonstrate and reinforce the witch's claim. Though his eyes would snap open in a scowl when Elias spoke up. Tiny pupils fell on the offending finger jabbed his way. His teeth grit, imagining how satisfying it would be to bite it clean off.

He tensed when he grew bold enough to approach them. Bristling he began to growl again, the volume growing as he felt his own anger begin to boil. His lips twitched repeatedly before pulling back. But just when he felt the urge to lash out, Dwight lunged for his father instead. Leondas quickly quietened again, watching the reprimanding with mild amusement. A smug grin wormed its way across his lips, before fading when his mate would then address him.

Pointed ears wilted, despite the gentleness of the witch's words. For once, he seemed somewhat meek and apologetic. While not regretful of or even sorry for his actions, he did not want to upset his lover. Though his ears would snap back up in alarm when an apology was recommended.

For a moment he considered doubling down. He was not guilty of anything other than tending to his own needs. How could he have known this was his partner's father? Not to mention, it was Elias who had continued to goad him. His eyes narrowed and he frowned, but ultimately he relented... sort of.

A deep breath and he forced a sickeningly sweet smile, looking back to Elias. He supposed he might as well go first, perhaps in the process earning Dwight's favor for being 'the bigger person'. While his aggression was hidden, it was clear it bubbled delicately beneath the surface. It lingered in the depths of his amber hues.

❝ I would not have hunted you had I known your relation to my mate, ❞ he began, speaking slowly and deliberate. ❝ For that, I apologize. ❞

He gave a little bow of his head at the last word, making sure to keep his condescending smile. His brows raised expectantly at Elias, patiently awaiting his own 'apology'.

Dwight’s eyes widen slightly, clearly surprised by Elias outburst. The witch shrinks back, leaning against Leondas. Well, he wasn’t expecting that…to be honest, the witch wasn’t sure what he was expecting out of Elias. The mage was still new in Dwight’s life after going all of this time without even knowing he existed. It was safe to say that while Dwight was working on building a relationship with his father, he wasn’t overly concerned about Elias’s approval.

“Elias, it’s fine, Leondas is a sweetheart.” Dwight simply dismisses it, waving off his father. Maybe Elias was simply being protective? Although, it made Dwight feel a little strange if he was. Elias wasn’t around long enough to form opinions about Dwight’s dating partners, and coming from a man who’s dated a demon, Elias had no room to talk.

“A sweetheart- HE WAS TRYING TO EAT ME BEFORE YOU GOT HERE!” Elias squawked, pointing at the fae, much like a child. “He was totally ready to eat you too when I mentioned you!”

“I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding, Leondas would never eat me.” Dwight again, dismisses Elias’s claims. It was easy to do so, especially when Leondas was being this affectionate towards him. It was easy to melt the witch, turn him into butter. “Well, I suppose I do feed him from time to time, but we never go too far and I pack a snack nowadays to perk myself up from the blood loss.” Dwight says as if this is completely normal. Elias wants to tear his hair out.

“You’re just- you’re really- ARE YOU CRAZY?!” Elias gets a little closer, weapons now forgotten, but an irritated look still on his face. Dwight might trust this guy, but Elias wasn’t born yesterday. He’s been around some Fae before.

“What do you want with my kid, douche? Huh? You can play nice all you want but- OW!” Elias winced when Dwight grabbed him by his ear, tugging on it. The sweet witch suddenly looks very serious. His quiet and timid demeanor has morphed into something more firm and angry.

“Elias don’t talk to him that way, Leondas has been good to me.” Dwight scolds. He lets go of Elias, before turning his attention to the Fae. He looks…less angry at him, although his face is still hardened. “I know it’s only natural for you to eat, and you couldn’t have known it was my father, so I won’t be upset about you for that. However, he’s still my father, so of course I care.”

“Maybe you two should apologize.” Dwight finally says, arms crossed. The wolf sniffs at Leondas’s feet, watching him carefully.

[gunstellations]

Panopticon

[kapptto]

took a while to find a haircut and outfit for this weird little freak that walks the fine line of cunty and servant of eldritch horror

bonus, edited to silly size

[saewokhrisz]

colour practice

[whatdoyouseemartin]

do y'all think jonah magnus picked elias bouchard to body hop to solely because he had the most disney villain name ever. like the elias/alias pun was so on the the nose i bet jonah was giggling and kicking his feet thinking 'this is going to be SO funny in 20 years time when the archivist figures it out'

[strangefa11]

you guys cool if I’m cringe for a minute?

tma fnaf au

(edit: fixed some silly mistakes that I missed because I posted too soon)

[joneevarts]

I just want to be happy but rusty quill said no.

Elias' version

Edit: y'all this is Peter Lukas not Martin lmaooo (tho they do look alike, plus I didn't made his white hair strands visible enough so my bad)

[meo-eiru]

I’m alive only when you look at me

[inkstxinz]

evil rat man

[mxflowercheck]

So, I'm listening to TMA (ep 93) and well, the whole "You are tied to the Institute, and the Institute is tied to me" revelation from The Rat Bastard (Elias) happened recently And I'm just getting into the lore, I don't know shit, so when I had a silly idea, I asked my friend: "Hey, Elias is the heart of the Institute or whatever he is , will it hurt him if you kick shelves or slam the door on purpose?"

They said no (sad), but that doesn't stop from thinking about a crack fic like this? Like:

Elias, with a slightly twitching eye: everyone stop. Immediately. Melanie, scribbling on the table with a knife: stop what? Daisy, methodically breaking the corner of the baseboard with her heel: don't know what you're talking about Basira, forcefully throwing a tennis ball at the wall: we're just having our lunch break Martin, stumbling and spilling boiling water on the floor (again): Yeah, I was going to make us some tea.… Elias: I would advise you to come to your senses and- Tim, actually returning from lunch and slamming the door so hard that plaster falls from the ceiling: hi everyone! Elias: Murderous eldritch screeching

also I like the headcanon that Jon has a cane. So in this lil au I imagine him taking his cane, walking around the Archives and hitting the shelves with it, whe he's particularly annoyed by Elias