#implied lonelyeyes

[p1nkwitch]

My Peter Lukas for the pinup calendar.

Perhaps my best drawing to date. I love him so much and i wanted him to have summer vibes.

[justablah56]

This is what happened, right?

[cranberrybogmummy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Elias Bouchard/Peter Lukas (implied), Peter Lukas + cat Characters: Martin Blackwood, Peter Lukas, Ms. Titch (cat) Additional Tags: Cat related violence, season 4, cursing Series: Part 3 of Ms. Titch the cat. Summary:

Martin thought he liked cats, then he had to take Peter's cat Ms. Titch, to the vet.

[dcartcorner]

for the prompt concerning elias being spoiled by peter and simon. full version that includes simon over on pillowfort

elias works too hard and needs to relax, for real

[divorced-swag-tournament]

Round 1B:

[itsclydebitches]

Jonelias thought of the day is that Elias must come across as so stuffy and boring to those at the Institute - which, you know, very much helps hide his true nature - but as an avatar of the Eye and a man determined to avoid the End, Elias is someone whose entire being revolves around the interplay of knowledge and experiences. He's compelled to Know it all and his efforts to avoid death invite him to Experience it all too, a fascinating combination of passive observer and, by virtue of being a 200+ year-old in search of true immortality, an active participant too. This is a man whose longevity and thirst for knowledge invites an obsession with life that contradicts the 'Sits in his office doing nothing but spreadsheets all day' image he's learned to cultivate. (Though, to be clear, he does love the spreadsheets.) And I don't just mean "obsession with life" in the sense of him avoiding the finality of death, but actually loving the act of being alive.

I think a lot of what the fandom (rightly) jokes about in regards to his characterization is a reflection of that obsession. Elias has a relationship with Peter Lukas that goes far beyond the cold practicality of an alliance, hinting at a romance (if you steer towards a LonelyEyes reading), or just Elias' desire to still be able to place bets with someone while he's trying to end the world. Similarly, his powers ensure that he's never truly alone - if he dies, he takes the rest of the Archive with him - forever supplying him with a warped companionship that doesn't threaten him like he perceives he was threatened as Jonah Magnus, with his acquaintances working to complete their own rituals. In true Beholding style, he's got the heart of a fucked-up scientist who's endlessly curious about the world around him: 'Oooh what happens if I let my friend waste away in the Lonely?' He shows up at Jon's birthday party not just to secretly gloat and keep an eye on things (ha), but because he legitimately wants cake. Who wouldn't want cake? What's the point of living forever if you can't have cake?? Well, for an avatar the exquisite sweetness of fear is just as good, but my point stands. Beyond his fear of death, that enjoyment is at the heart of Elias' goal, with Jon describing his experience as the Pupil as a kind of agonized bliss and Elias confirming this by saying he was having the most wonderful dream. Morality aside, he likes interacting with the horror of the Entities, something we saw all the way back during the "[PLEASURED EXHALATION]" scene. Learning new things feels good. Experiencing news things is enjoyable. Learning and experiencing Bad Things is especially nice given his patron. Consistently, Elias' setbacks are met with interest, or a mild annoyance that then eventually settles into satisfaction because they are also new experiences for him and the Eye: going to jail, getting to psychologically torture Martin, having his own secrets exposed. There's a lot throughout the series to imply that Elias enjoys watching Jon become the Key, not just because it means he's succeeding in his goals, but because there's genuine interest and pride in seeing him "grow" by Elias' standards. The repetition of "our world," "our patron," etc. implies a connection; the intention to experience this new world with another, to enjoy it rather than simply exist in it for the mere sake of existence. Elias is a man whose entire essence boils down to, "I NEED TO KNOW ALL THE THINGS, EXPERIENCE EVERYTHING, AND LIVE FOREVER WHILE ACHIEVING THAT, TO UNDERSTAND IT ALL SO I CAN CONTROL IT ALL AND HAVE A DAMN GOOD TIME IN THE PROCESS, EVEN WHILE I SUCCUMB TO THE PRIMAL FEAR THAT DRIVES ME I WILL PARADOXICALLY EMBRACE IT, AND YEAH THAT'S LARGELY BECAUSE I SERVE THE LITERAL GOD OF JUDGY SURVEILLANCE BUT ALSO THAT'S JUST ME."

So anyway, I keep thinking about how this characterization could intersect with S1-2 Jon: prickly, awkward, semi-isolated, desperate to be recognized by someone whose authority he believes in. AKA the boss who, at an unprecedented young age, rose to the top of the Institute they both work at, perceived by those around him as far less interesting than he actually is. Parallels, anyone? Imagine Jon getting to really talk to Elias, realizing how much he has to offer after 200 years of life (though of course he doesn't know that), and just constantly being blindsided by not just the knowledge, but the enthusiasm for everything he's learned and been through - the good and the horrifyingly awful that, despite himself, Jon is equally drawn to. Elias recognizes every quote Jon drops into a conversation and has another witty line to pair it with. He doesn't just indulge his nerdy rambles, but participates in them. He's refined in all the ways that Jon expects - books, opera, music, etc. - and also casually drops in references to acid trips and fucking orgies. Imagine an early series Jon who forms a strong bond with Elias outside of the web (ha x2) he's been weaving, becoming dependent on his friendship and just a little bit completely in love. Elias is inherently fascinating, but he's also just Some Guy, and the combination of that is just perfect for a necrotic Archivist who simultaneously wants to be guided by his 'betters' and prove that he's an equal. Why Elias would be interested in turn barely needs stating: Jon is literally Elias' everything, in a horrifyingly tragic and like, Gothic Romance sense? What would that kind of relationship have changed? It would have likely made Elias' job even easier, but what about Jon?

...I'm not saying that Jon's drive to protect humanity would have been warped into something tragically dangerous if he'd first come to see his intelligent, complex, shockingly kind (from his nonexistent self-esteem POV), secretly-an-eldritch-monster boss as the epitome of humanity... but I'm also not saying it couldn't have!

[rookfeatherrambles]

So! I started writing this Jonpeter forced marriage thing while roleplaying a different version on discord aha and this came outta my brain. It can be considered finished, but if I do write more for this, I'll post it here! It's Jonelias... If you squint lol. Some implied Lonelyeyes

Silver limned in frost, the mirror is chill to the touch. The bride presses the pads of his fingers to the glass, and tries to recognize the person staring back at him. The eyes are the same, aren't they? That nose, those lips. But there's makeup on his cheeks, to cover up the unsightly scarring that peppers his skin and his dark brown eyes are lined in silver-grey, to accentuate what has to be his best feature. His cheekbones, elevated with powder to transform them beyond malnourished to striking. His lips glossed in a classy neutral tone. A heavy necklace of hematite and diamond rests at his throat, cold and  beautiful. The bride frowns, twisting that artfully made up mouth into a scowl. He hates how he looks. He hates how they did his hair, some fancy braided mess atop his head, with an elegant, silver tiara. Likewise, he hates the makeup. He feels like a clown! And most of all, he hates the dress. It is white, as his husband-to-be requested, has a flared bodice, and a sweetheart neckline meant to push up his rather modest chest, long lace sleeves embroidered with birds - "Seagulls, Archivist, isn't that clever?" - and a long flowing skirt that hides how slim his waist and hips are. It has a faint pattern of the sea embroidered into it, so that when he moves, the waves do as well. Clever, maybe. But Jon doesn't want to be wearing it, and in fact, if it was up to him, he'd set the whole thing on fire.

A knock on the door has his shoulders tensing, but it's just another bridesmaid he doesn't know the name of and has never seen before. She smiles at him, and he notes that she doesn't look directly at him, but just over his left ear. In her hands, she carries the only thing Jon was allowed to customize to his liking. The wedding bouquet.

Rather than carry white roses or baby's breath, he'd taken the opportunity to design his bouquet to represent his true feelings about his nuptials, and his future husband as well.

"Thank you, I'll take that." Jon's tone might be a little snappy, but isn't every bride allowed to be a bitch on her wedding? The woman hands him the arrangement, and then clears her throat. "Its almost time. You should put on your veil."

"In a minute. Leave." For agents of the Lonely, Jon hasn't been given a moment's peace all day. Perhaps it was a measure to head off any haphazard attempts to escape his fate. Not that Jon is going to try anything as futile as that. He knows what's waiting for him if he breaks his contract.

His fingers, manicured and buffed to an almost unhealthy shine, touch every flower in the bunch, examines the leaves. It'll do. Behind him, the bridesmaid leaves the room, closing the door behind her. The unwilling bride, exhales a breath and resumes looking through the arrangement. He finds what he's looking for, in the centre. A small cluster of berries so purple they appear black. Jon reaches in to touch one, but catches the pad of his finger on a thorn from the briar he had purposefully woven into the bouquet to surround them. He withdraws his finger, watches as ruby red blood wells up and drips down onto the petals of a petunia. Jon blinks at the splatter, then a laugh breaks from his throat. Why not? He's bled for everything else, why not this as well, the end of his life?

Maybe that would be overly dramatic if it wasn't true. Jon is marrying into the most isolated family in Britain, and his husband to be already has expressed his desire to mould Jon into the mother of his children and a proper wife. And that means proper by the standards of the Forsaken, not the Watcher. He is tempted to bleed all over the exorbitantly priced dress, but instead, he sighs and slips the finger in between his lips.

He sets the flowers down onto his lap as he sucks the wound. Salty iron coats his tongue, unpleasant and visceral.

Then, a knock at the door makes Jon jump a bit. He scowls. "I told you to leave me alone! I said I'd come down when I'm good and bloody ready-"

But as he turns, he sees the door already opening, and a man standing on the other side. Jon stumbles to his feet, the bouquet tumbling to the floor. He struggles to keep his voice from trembling as he takes a step back, cursing the heeled shoes they'd forced him into. "You-!"

"Ah," Elias Bouchard says, stepping into the room, his polished black shoes clicking on the hardwood floor. He's dressed in a fine olive green suit for the occasion, and looks perfectly respectable. His cool grey eyes, however, blaze with a fever, a hunger he's barely holding back. Devouring the sight of him. He smiles. "What a perfect bride you make, Jon."

"Get out." Jon snarls, sounding braver than he feels, his body tense as a wire, backing away further. "H-How'd you even get in here?"

Elias's expression sours a little. "Your fiancé hand-delivered my invitation. He was practically glowing with delight. Imagine my surprise when I read the name penned under his own."

Jon's cheeks flush unpleasantly. "I didn't want to," he snaps, anger rising above his fear. "But then he told me about you and your plans." The venom in his tone doesn't seem to effect Elias in the slightest. "Ah, yes, a shame, that. Trust me, Jon. I would have been with you every step you took to becoming a god. And haven't I always been there for you?"

"You're the one who wants godhood, Elias. Or should I call you Jonah Magnus?" He spits the name, fists clenching at his sides. A dark look swiftly passes over Elias's face. Then he starts to laugh heartily. "Oh, Peter... I underestimated you."

Jon glares, silent.

Elias is still chuckling when he bends to pick up Jon's flowers. "I'm not here to terrorize you, Jon, as gratifying as that might be. I can feel your fear from here, it's intoxicating. You're for another to consume now... Though..." His eyes trace Jon's figure in his dress. "I came to tell you that it's not too late for cold feet." His smile is decidedly less composed. "If you come back to me, I will welcome you with open arms, and bygones will be bygones."

He pauses, his eyes landing on the bouquet he holds. Elias examines it closer. "My dear Jonathan, Petunia? Lily of the valley, Black roses, Dogwood briar and ... are those Nightshade berries? You're making quite the statement, aren't you?"

His lips quirk with amusement. "You do know that these berries won't kill you, don't you?"

Jon's reply is icy. "They're not for me." Elias's eyebrow twitches up a hair before he contains his surprise. Then he holds the bundle out for Jon to take. "Mariticide is such a messy affair, Jon. If you want to avoid becoming gravid with Lukas children, and I do mean children, Jon, do you really think Peter will stop at just one? Your best bet is to return to my side."

"And end the world?" Jon demands, stalking forwards to snatch the flowers away. And maybe punch Elias in the face, he hasn't decided, yet.

Elias wears the expression of a patient man, though Jon can sense him losing that facade by the minute.

"Think of it more as a rebirth, Jon. An apotheosis, becoming what you were always meant to become. The world would be ruined, yes, that part would be sadly unavoidable. But it would be perfectly habituated for you and me. And we would rule."

He smiles again, and Jon feels his skin crawl at the sight of the zeal in the man's eyes. He shakes his head. "You would rule. I know you'd never share that with me, even if I wanted it."

"Jonathan—"

"I'm marrying Peter Lukas." Jon says, with finality. The words taste like ash and fall heavy from his tongue. Elias looks like he wants to continue speaking, but he sighs and then reaches his hand into his pocket instead. "I wish you all the happiness in the world, though I'm afraid you'll find such things sorely lacking in a life with your paramour." His eyes glitter. "I would know."

Jon doesn't reply, only glowers as Elias pulls a small box from his suit and proffers it. "A pre-wedding gift, then, for your health, your safety and your comfort."

Despite himself, Jon is curious. But he restrains himself. "Open it," he demands, and Elias sighs. "Jonathan, do you really trust me this little-? If I intended to harm you, I assure you-"

"Open the box, Elias."

The words are said with force and power, both of them can hear static in their ears as it rolls against them, the power of the Archivist. Elias lets out a shuddering breath, and opens the box. "Think of what you're giving up," he murmurs, lifting the silver pendant from its plush case. Its shaped like a stylized eye. Jon steps forward, unable to resist. "You won't be able to stretch your powers or grow with Peter's leash around your throat."

"As opposed to your own?" Jon counters, but his voice is low. Something about that little necklace is calling to him. He pulls back, wary. "What is it?"

Elias meets his gaze without flinching, without deceit for once. "An escape clause."

And just like that, all the air is sucked out of the room as Jon Knows that in Elias's hand is The Ritual. All its horror and its effects, melted down into this pretty trinket.

"Just like that?" He asks, voice quiet. He opens his hand to receive it.

"Just like that, Elias says, placing the necklace into his palm. For a moment, they're silent, both contemplating the weight of this decision. Then, Elias draws back, his mask of polite geniality returned. "Now, Jon. You have a wedding to prepare for, I shall take my leave. Just know, I have always kept your best interests at heart."

The lie is an obvious way for Elias to save face, return the wall between them but neither of them address it, and then Elias is gone. Not five minutes later, another knock, another bridesmaid, this one carrying a wedding veil. Jon takes a deep breath, and stows the necklace away against his chest, where he can almost feel it beating in time with his heart with the awful power it contains. And then, Jonathan Sims, the Lonely Bride stands. "Let's get this over with."

[lonelyeyesweek]

[ID: A picture of a monthly calendar with the month of September 2023. In the left upper corner there is written "lonelyeyes week 2023 September 18-24". In right upper corner there us doodle of an eye and a fog cloud.

The calendar starts with Mondays and end with Sundays. There are little notes written in frames with dates. Green text is implying it's written by Elias, blue text us implying it's written by Peter.

The writings in frames are:

September 2nd - meeting with Mikeale (green text)

September 5th - new staff interview (green text)

September 8th - family funeral (blue text) tell me its Nathaniel (green text) sadly no (blue text)

September 12th - hunt down Simon to go over his donation (green text)

September 14th - check up on Jon's progress (green text)

September 15th - last day to apply for government grant (green text)

September 18th-23rd - Date night <3 (frames are all green with white text inside)

September 24th - Date night (Peter handwriting) oh? (Elias' handwriting) (frame is blue with white text inside. There's also a doodle of a boat)

September 25th - Veterinary :( (blue text) It's you turn, Peter, no sad eyes! (green text)

September 26th - Doctor check up (green text)

September 27th - New staff interview (green text)

September 29th - Performance review (green text)

September 30th - Family wedding (blue text) Am I your plus one? (green text) take a guess (blue text) End of ID]

[merulae-aspectus]

Elias Bouchard Selfship Headcanons:

Part 1 of ???

—Elias has a variable chance to either use his omniscience to buy you the ideal gift, or use this against you to get some annoying but admittedly funny novelty gifts.

—He’s very big on nice dress both for institute dress code and just out in general. After proclaiming your wardrobe as ‘an embarrassment’ he takes you out clothes shopping, you realize as biting of a bastard he is, he seems to be particularly tender about matters relating to self esteem, his omniscience cueing him in on what to be gentle about.

—He’s always early to dates, and usually has an excuse lined up for it. He’s just eager to see you.

—He likes flavored lip gloss and chapsticks, and you’ve taken note of it.

—Peter may have complicated emotions towards you, but he’s grateful Elias has someone else to focus on when their relationship is on an off again moment. He may even enjoy spending time with you when Elias is not present.

—Elias is a very demanding cuddler when in the mood for cuddles. He will cling to you and curl up with you on the sofa/bed, everything else be damned, your attention is his for that short time.

[odetoviscera]

ahem. this is still not the big lonelyeyes thing. have some martin pov of ceylon instead.

[p1nkwitch]

Chibi Peter from the calendar cover.

[moetshander]

he already knew he was coming 

(im late to the catboy elias party to nobodys surprise)

[ecoamerica]

Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!

[cranberrybogmummy]

Useless uncle a Magnus Protocol AU.

Gwen was talking on the phone when Sam emerged from the break room. She was talking: 

“How many times have I told you, don’t call me, I’m at work,” She sighed. “Yes, I work nights. As I've told you before. Yes, I’m at work….. Look I’ve only house sat for you a half dozen times, I know what I’m supposed to do… fine I’ll check the list. I have to go now, I have my job to do. Bye… Bye!”

She glared at her phone as she ended the call.

Sam was sitting at his desk. When he noticed Alice roll her office chair up to Gwen.

“Who was that Gwen?”

Gwen glared at Alice now: “It’s none of your business.”

Alice said: “Aww, c’mon you can tell us, I promise we won’t snitch to Lena.”

“I know you won’t leave me alone until I tell you?” Gwen said.

“Probably,” Alice said.

“It’s my idiot stoner uncle Elias. He’s useless but he pays me to watch his house while he goes on holiday with his husband Peter,” Gwen sighed.

“Oh,uncle money bags then?” Alice grinned.

Gwen snorted: “No, he didn’t get much from my grandfather, his husband Peter on the other hand is heir to a shipping fortune. I’d say he married Peter for money, but honestly Elias is so high most of the time, I doubt he has the mental  capacity to think up a scheme like that.”

“Where are they going on holiday, then?”  Alice continued.

“Around Europe on Peter’s yacht, first stop Amsterdam of course.” Gwen rolled her eyes. “And I really need to get back to MY JOB, so that’s all I’m going to say right now.”

Sam watched as Alice rolled her eyes and rolled her chair back to her workstation. There was silence for a minute and then Alice said: “Gwennie…”

“Ugh what?” Gwen turned from her work station.

“That stoner uncle of yours… does he keep all the weed for himself?” Alice joked. “I mean I know someone who wouldn’t mind sharing it with him.”

Gwen huffed: “I hope you are not talking about taking illegal drugs while at work.”

“Perish the thought!” teased Alice. “I just know… someone.”

Gwen rolled her eyes and went back to work.

Sam smiled to himself then turned back to his work station and caseload.

[pherre]

the mountain goats no children . mp3

[overdramatic-queer-antagonist]

Tma but Elias fails and for whatever reason Peter doesn’t die so season five is just preparing for their 18th wedding.

[barnabybugspeopleonline]

divorce number #45