2025-08-03 8:35:45 ¶ ●

Too sick yo do any proper writing this week, but please feel free to continue yo submit asks. I will get around to them.

2025-08-03 8:51:50 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

magnuspanoptes:

> magnuspanoptes:

> > magnuspanoptes:

> > > 92 is so surreal like elias just said okay now that i have confessed to two murders would you all kindly leave me alone with my vulnerable, traumatised employee whose predecessor i killed and also close the door on your way out thank you :) and they just. did that. not a single person objects to this, not the two (former) cops, not even martin (“come on.” walks out and shuts the door ????). and like two minutes later jon starts CHUCKLING at one of elias’s comments and it wasn’t even funny. it literally wasn’t funny.

> > also his first instinct was to go looking for a letter from his original correspondence so he can begin his villain monologue with a fucking. evil aesop’s fable addressed to jon. he could’ve just picked any lost john’s cave type statement but he went for a jonah magnus special. our esteemed founder jon!! because this is what we do here at the i watch, i listen, and i do fuck all institute.

> 9 sec

> a thespian

2025-08-03 8:58:23 ¶ ●

Thinking about the divorced polycule again because god I really love Elias and Gertrude both using Jon in their little battles. Jon who just wants a little positive attention in his life imprinting on the two worst people.

2025-08-03 9:04:01 ¶ ●

Sometimes I want to write Elias deciding to keep Jon all to himself. The perfect Archive, just a hungry little thing locked up in his home that he can feed statements to. Maybe he decides he doesn’t really need all his limbs, it is a lot harder for him to get in trouble if he can’t walk out. It’s fine though he does’nt really need to do anything, just be a repository for knowledge, a thing to be filled, why would he need to be able to run?

2025-08-03 9:09:42 ¶ ● ⬈

not-so-archive:

> I am so weak for the ‘Jon looking for comfort in Elias bc everyone else thinks he is a monster’ trope.

> “Elias, am I still human?”

> “Oh Jon… You are so much more. Can’t you see?”

> Additional points for Elias adoring Jon like a God. Looking at him as if he were a miracle. Taking pride in Jon developing new powers.

> Elias letting Jon use compulsion on him. Elias feeding Jon his own statement from the past.

> Jon getting accustomed to the fact that Elias is always watching. It starts to bring him peace. It shifts from being watched to being watched over. Protected, under care.

> “I will be watching.” Said Elias with a smile.

> “I know,” Jon answered gratefully.

> And Jon sees him. For the first time, he truly sees Elias. He sees Jonah Magnus. He sees his flaws, anxieties, dreams, nightmares, and fears. He sees his devotion and determination. He sees himself through Elias’ eyes, and it’s so different from how he perceives himself.

> And he takes it all in, accepts it all in, and through that accepts himself as he is.

> “Can you see now, Jon?”

> And Jon can only nod, not able to speak.

2025-08-03 9:24:30 ¶ ●

Au where Elias instead of going to jail he steals his Archivist and hides him away. Jon depending on Elias because he can’t leave when he does wake up. Jon being snappish, but of course Elias is very patient with his Archivist. He’s just acting up.

Elias reading Jon statements, and offering some of his own, and maybe bringing by a few victims.

I just think the two should get to have their own little safe house time, don’t worry I’m sure nothing bad will happen.

2025-08-03 19:41:25 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

hauntedteacups:

> ALT

> JonElias Week Day 5: Sci-Fi

> (Jonah had his conciousness uploaded into the AI of a space station and Jon is part of the crew maintaining him)

2025-08-04 0:21:35 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

spinmagazine:

> it shouldnt be illegal to kidnap a guy if he looks really sad and you know he would have a better life in captivity

2025-08-04 19:42:09 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

strawberrycircuits:

> “to be loved is to be changed” but as in a horrific unasked for transformation. 🤍. btw.

2025-08-05 0:22:01 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

schakira:

> cunt-inent:

> > scientifichubris:

> > > Mad scientists will be like “I know a place” and then strap you onto the autopsy table

> > only an autopsy if you’re dead… please use the proper name for my vivisection table

2025-08-05 19:41:33 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

taxidermychrist-deactivated2025:

> ur art doesn’t need to be perfect!!! it does need to be horny & grotesque tho

2025-08-06 0:22:17 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

iloveuppers:

> Oh now im weird because I want you to lick your blood off my knife

2025-08-06 19:41:36 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

septarian-sciences:

> It’s okay to vivisect someone if they’re into it enough

2025-08-07 0:21:55 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

lakemojave:

> lakemojave:

> > lakemojave:

> > > Immortal who can die and resurrect and develops a snuff kink as a result

> > They get killed when a one night stand goes wrong and their partner/killer wakes up to find them in bed the next morning, wounds healed, smiling and glowing like they actually did fuck. They give the killer their number

> Oh they’d absolutely crave that sensation. Their heart jolting to a start, their lungs flooding with air, their senses and consciousness returning all at once while they recall their last intense, fatal memory. They’d probably find it euphoric over time

2025-08-07 19:42:26 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

officialspec:

> officialspec:

> > rips my shirt open to reveal a second shirt underneath that says I ❤️ STICKING MY FINGERS IN THE OPEN WOUND OF CATHARTIC RELEASE

> rips open that shirt to reveal a third, other shirt that says ITS ONLY PARTIALLY A SEX THING

2025-08-08 0:21:44 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

hexedvampire:

> watching a man get tortured works wonders to lighten ur mood

2025-08-08 19:41:43 ¶ ● ⬈

deathnguts:

> Jonelias is such a good ship because what the fuck do you mean Elias isn’t falling in love with his perfect lamb that’s taking the shape of the god he’s been worshiping his entire centuries long life AND what the FUCK do you mean Jon hasn’t already learned to cherish the space of admiration Elias has carved for him in his heart when Jon is famously is hated by everyone he’s ever met

2025-08-09 0:23:38 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

ouroborosmoons:

2025-08-09 19:41:56 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

captainclickycat:

> aurumacadicus:

> > “Did you know people are masturbating to your smut fics– 🤢” I hope they get twice as wet as I did writing it, mind your fucking business.

> “Did you know people are getting scared when they read your horror stories?? Did you know that people are laughing when they read your comedy stories?? Isn’t that gross? Aren’t you scandalised??”

2025-08-10 0:22:14 ¶ ● ⬈

blackberreh-art:

> milf…

2025-08-10 19:42:55 ¶ ●

##

helllloooo it's @incessant-visions . baffling au thought but I had to exercise it somehow

transmasc Jon at all girls school. perhaps it is even Christian. Elias could be one of his teachers, but like. he's the cool teacher that everyone thinks is probably gay and who is DEFINITELY not christian. the teacher you have a cry to about shit and then get to sit out of class. Jon has a massive puppy crush on him, goes to sixth form there solely because he wants to stay around Elias. and well. I do not think Elias is entirely ignorant

anyway that's the whole thought. whatever. I don't know where my brain was going with this

@incessant-visions

Okay I’ve been turning this in my head here this is what I’ve got hope you enjoy this mess, I lost the prompt at times, but I am me so it was expected. Also love Elias knowing the whole time just waiting to see if Jon says anything. Why is he teaching? Who knows maybe he decided he needed to get his Archivist another way, or something I’m not here for logistics, I’m here for the implications. Also Elias being Jon’s only support is my jam and I will never not love it.

“Shouldn’t you be out there celebrating with your…classmates?” Jon didn’t bother to look up from his book, as Mr. Bouchard spoke. Jon had gotten used to spending most of his time not in class in his classroom, sometimes he even skipped other classes, and he would be allowed to sit in his office and work on homework. Even if classes were almost done going anywhere near his fellows was not something he planned on doing.

Jon didn’t have many friends, or any friends his age at all at his school. He was the weird kid, even before he had realized that well, he wasn’t actually a girl. Not that he had told any of his classmates, he did not want it getting back to his grandmother. No, he had planned to simply not tell anyone until he had graduated and moved to anywhere that wasn’t here.

Well at least he hadn’t planned to tell anyone until Mr. Bouchard, had caught him crying. He hadn’t meant to tell him anything but well, somehow he had ended up confessing everything. Part of him had expected to be reported, or worse, that his grandmother would be notified. Only instead he had understood, asked him what he actually wanted to be called. Offered him a safe place to hide, for the last year and a half of school. This of course had done nothing to tamp down the tiny crush he had been hiding, and getting to know him had only stoked it further. Of course he didn’t share that fact, he didn’t want to be laughed at.

“I think I’m fine right here, thank you Mr. Bouchard,” He could see the shadow of his teacher on the pages, standing in front of his desk. He could picture the slightly exasperated look he sometimes got when he thought Jon was being stubborn about something. Slightly exasperated was probably the nicest reaction Jon ever received to his innate stubbornness, others took far more offense.

“I think as term is over and you have somehow managed to pass you classes, despite only attending a handful,” Jon couldn’t help but giggle at the dry tone, Elias sense of humor had always amused him. As he went to turn the page but found the book sliding out of his hands pulled away and set aside. Jon went to protest but froze as Elias put a firm hand on his shoulder squeezing it gently, making him look up. His teacher was closer than he had thought, barely a step away, it made his breath hitch. “I am no longer your teacher and you can call me Elias, Jonathan.”

“O-okay,” Jon was relieved his voice didn’t squeak even higher than it already was. Jon was never sure if Mr. Bou-Elias had ever picked up on his feelings, he had did his best to hide them, but well Elias was very observant. The type of teacher where you didn’t even think about cheating because he would know. “Y-you can call me Jon then, if you want I mean.”

“Of course Jon,” Elias let go of his shoulder and Jon didn’t know whether to be grateful for that fact or not. Jon already spent way to much time thinking about his, now former teacher in inappropriate ways, his brain did not need the encouragement of simple friendly touches. “Excited to be out of this place?”

“I suppose,” Jon was happy to be leaving for the most part, except he would no longer see Elias. Which he did know that would be a ridiculous reason to stay, he had already stayed an extra year because well Elias made him feel safe, and that had been pushing it. It had made sense a little bit, he already knew who to avoid, better than transferring for just a year before University. “I’m just…I don’t know a bit scared?”

“Change is often frightening,” Elias hummed in agreement his hand twitching toward Jon as though he was going to maybe touch Jon, before quickly returning to his side. Jon pushed the thoughts that conjured out of his mind quickly. He was saved from further awkwardness by the chime signaling then end of the day. Still Jon hesitated to gather his things and leave, he would probably not see Elias again, at least one on one like this.

“I should go,” Jon did not make any move to act on those words. His thoughts were swirling, Elias had said himself that he wasn’t his teacher anymore, so Jon could say something. He bit his lip, what if Elias laughed at him though, or worse? Jon hated not knowing how people would react, but Jon had no reference to how he would react to his former student, by less than a few minutes, confessing something. So Jon pushed the instinct down, finally grabbing his book, and going to stand, only to almost bump into Elias with how close he was standing, now between him and the door, saved from falling by Elias grabbing his shoulder again.

“My apologies Jon,” Elias didn’t seem all that sorry, but maybe Jon just wasn’t reading him right. He let Jon go after a few seconds pause that seemed like an eternity to him. Only instead of his hand returning to his side it instead rose to Jon’s cheek to tilt his face up slightly. It was the only warning he had before Elias pressed his lips to his. Jon stepped back in surprise, bumping into the desk behind him, blocking any sort of retreat, as he pulled his mouth away.

Part of Jon knew this was wrong, even on the technicality that the year was over. Even if Jon was an adult by most standards now, and even if Jon had imagined this, and other very similar scenarios for the last year and a half. Jon’s mind was racing, his mouth opened and closed feeling warm from where Elias’s lips had been a moment before. It didn’t help that a large chunk of his brain was currently taking a victory lap, at the thought that someone actually wanted him, ignoring any and all elephants in the room.

“Sorry did I startle you, this is what you wanted was it not?” Jon could hear amusement in Elias’s voice as he leaned close, breath ghosting against his ear. The feeling made Jon shiver letting out the tiniest embarrassed squeak as Elias’s arm curled around his waist. If Jon couldn’t think of what to say before the feeling of lips against his neck were not helping with his ability to vocalize anything other than tiny gasps. After a few moments Elias pulled away again, leaving him gasping, trying to grab a coherent thought. “Or perhaps I was wrong.”

Elias stepped back releasing him completely stepping out of the way, so he no longer blocked Jon’s escape. The implication was for once quite clear to Jon. Sure Jon’s legs were currently doing their best impression of jello, but he could technically leave if he wanted to. Only did he want to? He should, this was wrong, only hadn’t this been what he wanted? Why he had stayed?

“Well?” Elias asked, clearly expecting Jon to say something, even if Jon couldn’t seem to get his tongue to properly cooperate, a slight frown on his face. Jon supposed fleeing now would be an answer, even if the thought of doing so made him feel wrong. Did he want to flee? He should, leave right now to start the rest of his life and forget this ever happened. Steeling himself he carefully set the book he was somehow still holding aside, using the action to gather his thoughts. considering it may be his last chance to stop this whole thing before it starts, that he should stop it. Only Jon was so very bad at doing what he should do according to everyone who had ever met him.

“Y-you weren’t wrong,” Jon tried to keep his voice level wincing at the trembling quality, but really he should just be happy he had managed a full sentence in his current state. Elias’s frown smoothed away into a pleased smile, and Jon felt a little flutter in his heart at the thought that he had pleased Elias. As he was pinned against the desk once more Elias’s kiss much more heated this time, Jon let his eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feeling of finally being wanted.

2025-08-11 0:22:09 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

stjohnstarling:

> stjohnstarling:

> > I call them my specimens because they’re the men who are special to me.

> And because I kidnapped them to experiment on.

2025-08-11 19:41:59 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

elias-rights:

> I think it would be nice if, in a time travel AU, S1 Jon’s acidic bluntness made S5 Jon realise how poorly his Martin is treating him. Something about how suffering doesn’t necessarily make us better and in Jon’s case it left him desperate enough to be forgiven for existing that he’ll take anything from someone willing to say “I love you”. His past self making him realise things instead of the other way around. Not all change is for the better.

2025-08-12 0:22:07 ¶ ● ⬈

hemipenal-system:

> dragon whose hoard is all people, and none of them know why the dragon picked them until they get back to the lair and then they realize they might be a girl

2025-08-12 1:07:37 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> sparks-out:

> > sparks-out:

> > > Jon should get his cervix penetrated. Btw.

> > Yes irl it’s not technically possible, but lets all consider: 1) there are numerous entities in the universe of tma surely capable of getting their cocks (or tongues, or whatever else they have) inside of Jon’s womb, and 2) it would be Hot.

> Also just fyi whether or not he would actually want anyone or anything fucking his womb is irrelevant to me. So.

2025-08-12 19:42:07 ¶ ● ⬈

drskanknstein:

> can I say something very controversial. I don’t think you’re getting the full scope of TMA’s plot if you don’t acknowledge Elias’s one-sided erotic obsession with Jon

2025-08-13 0:22:32 ¶ ● ⬈

not-so-archive:

> 5 times when Jon asked why +1 time Elias knelt

> 1.

> The first time was accidental.

> Jon sighed, irritated, and looked at Elias, who slowly poured himself a glass of whisky.

> “Why?”

> Elias’s hand shook suddenly, and he almost dropped a bottle. He blinked, swallowed, and bit his lip, slowly putting the bottle down. It was expensive after all. He turned around, composing himself, and smiled at Jon.

> “Don’t worry, Jon. I am sure the situation will resolve itself shortly.”

> Jon sighed in frustration, not realizing what he had done.

> 2.

> “You are acting odd, Elias. Why? What am I doing?” Jon demanded, and Elias sighed, tilting his head back. Pleasant. Tempting. But he waited, breathed through compulsion, and exhaled slowly. Long enough for Jon to know that he is answering of his own volition. Elias picked up the pen and smiled.

> “Complusion. It’s one of the… perks of this job. Forces people to tell the truth. But you are not quiet there yet, Jon.”

> Jon eyed him carefully.

> “Not quite there yet,” he repeated, watching Elias, and Elias almost shivered.

> 3.

> “Why?” Jon slowly sat down across Elias.

> Elias let the compulsion spread over his body. It was dreadful, it was crushing, it was exquisite. He opened his mouth, and the Archivist was staring at him, eyes wide open. And the compulsion whispered so sweetly, and it was so very tempting. Elias exhaled quietly, shaking off the compulsion with little trouble.

> “You should rest, Jon.”

> The Archivist hummed, displeased, and turned his gaze to the well. Elias swallowed disappointment.

> 4.

> “Why?”

> Elias shivered and drew a breath, trying to compose himself.

> “Jo..n. Mh…” The compulsion crept under his skin, sinking its claws into Elias’ mind. It traveled up his spine, making him arch his back. He exhaled and leaned on the wall, blinking rapidly.

> “Why?” the Archivist pressed, and Elias almost gave up. Almost. He did not manage to bite back a moan. Jon frowned, taken aback, and the compulsion fell, leaving Elias panting against a wall, and leaving his Archivist utterly shocked and disgusted.

> Elias chuckled under his breath and slowly fixed his hair that fell over his face. He sighed, amused when Jon left without another word.

> 5.

> Elias always took his break at 2 pm. Today was not an exception. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, and for just a few seconds, he closed his eyes.

> Jon opened the door suddenly and stormed into his office.

> “Why?” He asked, and Elias opened his eyes, for the first time in his long life, taken by surprise. His mouth opened, and his eyes almost rolled back. He grabbed his chair, taking a deep breath, words stuck in his throat. Jon saw pure shock on Elias’ face and waited, staring at him.

> Elias shivered and forced his mouth shut, fighting with a wave of overpowering need to speak, to tell, to be known.

> “Not quite there yet, Jon.” He finally said, smiling tightly. The compulsion died, and Jon huffed, frustrated, and left the office. Elias breathed out, grabbing his tie and yanking it off.

> Not quite yet there, but dangerously close.

> +1

> The moment Elias saw Jon’s eyes, he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. He froze and took a step back.

> “Jon…”

> The Archivist smiled knowingly. Elias’ back hit the wall, and he took a shaky breath, bracing himself.

> “Maybe we can talk it out?”

> “Time for explanations has ended.” The Archivist stated. It was final, and Elias’ legs almost gave out under him. Almost.

> “Jonah Magnus.” The Archivist said slowly, deliberately taking a step towards Elias, and Jonah shivered in anticipation. The feeling of being seen and known washed over him as he tried to protest once more.

> “Kneel.” The Archivist ordered.

> Jonah gasped and fell on his knees, crushed with a wave of compulsion.

2025-08-13 19:41:25 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

garlicbunny:

> “ok lets do warm up sketch”

> “oh..”

2025-08-14 0:22:16 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

ontologicallyeviltortureprincess:

> ontologicallyeviltortureprincess:

> > ontologicallyeviltortureprincess:

> > > ontologicallyeviltortureprincess:

> > > > ontologicallyeviltortureprincess:

> > > > > ontologicallyeviltortureprincess:

> > > > > > I need a maw

> > > > > I need a big fuckin inhuman JAW

> > > > I need to bite and chew with my big ol sharp meat-tearin teeth

> > > I need a lonnnngggg tongue and saliva so hot it feels like its burning so i can loom over someone and pant and

> > I need to be able to growl from my throat and fit someone’s head in my jaws and be weak to scritches and wear a collar

> Fangs. Fangs. Fangs. Fangs. Fangs. Fangs. Fangs. Fangs.

2025-08-14 19:42:14 ¶ ●

##

do you think jon ever develops a kidnapping kink? his fucked up brain gets so exited because someone decided to kidnap him

Au where Jon gets kidnapped a few extra times for fun, enjoy Jon’s fucked up kidnapping kink go brrr. More of a short thing, might write more of this idea later.

At first Jon had found getting kidnapped terrifying, which was he supposed the correct response to such an event. However sheer terror could only last so long, and after the first time, well subsequent kidnappings did seem to lead to more moderated terror. Oh sure he was still scared, seemed he was always scared no matter the situation, one of the perks of him employment, but well when terror wasn’t crowding all other emotions out his brain did drift to more inventive thoughts.

It was just, it was flattering? That someone decided they wanted to abduct him, of all people? Sure it was mostly due to his whole Archivist thing, probably, but that didn’t stop the little trickle of warmth that he was doing his best to ignore. Or how his heart fluttered a bit at whatever form of restraint that his latest captor chose for him. Of course those feelings were also followed by a heavy dose of shame, because really. It only made sense then to make an effort at shoving those thoughts aside, only it was hard to keep them shoved aside when he was alone with those thoughts quite often. So like a loose tooth his thoughts couldn’t help but turn that way between the bouts of mortal terror. Eventually even the mortal terror didn’t really chase those thoughts away anymore. Soon he had to make an effort to keep from squirming in something other than terror, nit sure he’s survive such a revelation by his various captors.

Of course verbalizing these thoughts was not something he was going to do. None of these feelings meant anything, he repeated to himself. Even if the first thing he did once he was no longer a captive was to seek out a bit of privacy so he could finally relieve the heat between his legs. Usually he could keep himself together enough to make it back to the privacy of his home. Where at least know one could know how wet he was as he brought himself off thinking about being tied to a chair because someone wanted him.

No, he would take care of his shame in private thank you very much.

2025-08-15 0:22:24 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

##

Idk if you like cock warming but on the topic of soft smut, please think about Jon riding Elias in his office and then falling asleep on his lap afterwards, dozing off with Elias still inside him and Elias still taking phone calls and tapping away on his computer. I just want Jon to get a nice nap.

jonathanstardustsims:

> oh man, elias just being so honoured that jon trusts him enough to fall asleep on him, much less fall asleep on him naked with elias’s cock inside him

2025-08-15 19:41:40 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

delradiost:

> i dunno where people got that martin has the hots for “monster” jon or jon in his full-avatar-s5 form. he was actively shunning him for that part at best, being annoyed at him having to be like that and doing whatever he could to make him remain human, even if he wasn’t one. he was not drooling over it, he was begrudgingly following along and keeping it in check.

> you know who was in full support of awakened avatar jon and wanted him to be comfortable in that form and would absolutely had the hots for him? jonah magnus.

2025-08-16 0:22:02 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

kairos-polaris:

> “I need to put Jonathan Sims in Situations” - top things said both by fic writers and Elias Bouchard

2025-08-16 19:41:52 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

jezifster2:

> Sacrificial lamb who volunteered for the job but bitches about it the whole time

2025-08-17 0:22:04 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

b0nkcreat:

> OH THATS GORE!!!!!!! THATS GORE OF MY COMFORT CHARACTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😄😄😄😁😁😀😀😄😁🙌🙌🙏🙌🙌🙏🙌

2025-08-17 19:41:38 ¶ ●

##

ugh i am back, i love the timjon so much, and i am dumping it all here, (sorry) but like jon working overtime on a friday, and tim practically dragging jon out of the institute because there is no way he is letting elias keep jon over the weekend, tim is sooo petty, he takes/forces jon with him home, perhaps even mid statement and everything, possessive tim go brrrrr

Once more weird AU where Elias is still at the institute season 4, and Jon is still basically homeless because of course no one thought Mr. Coma would need a house, but it’s fine Tim is here. Also communication is not their strong suit. I hope this is good I don’t know what I’m writing anymore. (Also never apologize for sending things lovely anon I love these dumb idiots so much.)

“So are we planning to stay here all weekend again?” Jon didn’t bother to glance at Tim, sprawled out across the couch he had insisted on dragging into Jon’s office. If Jon insisted on still working in his office like this was a real job, Tim would at least be comfortable. Tim had ignored Jon’s suggestion that he didn’t need to constantly be in his office, that was crazy talk. “Or can we go home?”

Tim watched Jon for a moment as he he shuffled through the papers on his desk, picking up one set, glancing at the top page, setting it aside. Picking up another only to immediately crinkle his nose in disgust and placing it on the far side of his desk, grumbling under his breath about time wasters. Tim wondered if the whole ritual could be comparable of going through a fridge when you’re hungry but not sure what you want. Tim couldn’t help but needle Jon a bit, joking about the horror of their respective situations was a perfectly valid coping mechanism in his opinion. “What that one not to your taste?”

“It’s fake,” Jon said with the same tone one might use when discarding rotten food. Tim couldn’t help being a bit curious, leveraging himself off the couch to take a look, but a glance few the first few lines of what was clearly someone’s creative writing project did not hold his attention long.

“Okay but you didn’t answer my first question,” He tossed the papers aside, not really caring as they scattered across the floor, and ignoring Jon’s pointed look as he leaned over the desk placing a hand over the sheaf of papers Jon had just picked up pinning them to the table. He was careful to keep his hands suitably cool and not on fire, not in the mood to actually upset Jon by torching one of his meals.

“Considering my current living situation, what other option do you think I have?” Tim didn’t flinch as Jon snapped at him before trying to busy himself with work again. Halfheartedly attempting to free the papers pinned by Tim’s hand before giving up with a sigh, crossing his arms across his chest, clearly attempting to look stern, but looking more like he was pouting. “I don’t have a flat anymore-”

“Well you’re coming to mine of course,” Tim interrupted, wondering where the communication lines had gotten crossed already. It only made sense to him. Okay so maybe he hadn’t thought to actually ask Jon if he wanted to stay with him, but it would keep him safe and unharmed. Well relatively unharmed, Tim amended the thought with a swift glance at the burn marks on the desk. He had figured Jon’s whole staying in the Archives was temporary, Jon being Jon, not a permanent thing.

“Oh,” Jon blinked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights, as though the thought had not occurred to him. Tim had forgotten with tho whole all knowing bit that he could sometimes be a bit oblivious. “I-I can’t impose like that on you, besides Elias did mention that leaving the Institute would be-Tim!”

“Shit, sorry” Pulling his hand back quickly Tim was relieved to see that he had only singed the paper slightly. He hadn’t mean to lose control, and he wasn’t even sure if it was anger at whoever had managed to so thoroughly crush Jon’s self worth, ignoring the guilt at how he was likely not completely innocent at Jon’s self esteem issues himself, or if it was just the mention of Elias. Taking a deep breath Tim tried to relax, shoving the want to punch Elias in his smug face back into the corner of his mind, he decided it was a combination. He had almost managed to cool off when the phone on Jon’s desk rang, and Tim didn’t exactly need three guesses to know who it was. Snatching the phone before Jon could, Tim ignored the scent of burned plastic as he put the phone to his ear, “You’ve reached the Archives, Fuck off.”

“Hardly appropriate language for work Tim, I was calling to talk to my Archivist,” The casual possessive tone he used when talking about Jon made him want to burn his tongue right out of his posh head. As always he wished he could set Elias on fire through the phone, or just go up there and do so in person, and once more he reminded himself that it would be potentially fatal to everyone in the building, still a nice daydream.

“He’s busy,” Tim ignored Jon’s attempts to grab the phone, keeping it out of his reach easily enough.

“I see,” Killing Elias would cause more problems than it would solve, Tim repeated in his head, a few times, just as a reminder. No matter how much it would make Tim feel better. “Well then if you could just pass along the reminder that he is welcome to continue to stay in the Institute where he is sa-”

“Oh sorry you’re breaking up, can’t hear you,” Tim could feel the cheap plastic burning away as the phone ceased to function. It may have been very petty but the garbled annoyed tone he caught from Elias before the phone fully gave up was worth it. As was Jon’s small chuckle even if he attempted to muffle it and feigning disapproval. Tim let the mess of plastic drip into the waste bin, “Well now you can’t stay here, melting plastic fumes can’t be good for the lungs.”

“Putting aside the fact that breathing is rather optional these days, as I said before I couldn’t impose, it’s fine I’m fine, you can go.” Said by someone who clearly wasn’t fine. Jon clearly thinking the conversation was over tapped the singed papers into a proper stack as he cleared his throat. Tim heard the standard click of a recorder starting and Jon’s voice dropped into the cadence it always took when reading a statement, static bubbling up. Completely oblivious to the world as the statement took hold.

Tim definitely wasn’t going to leave Jon here now, alone. Not with how much he had sounded like a kicked puppy behind forced professionalism, and not with Elias still in the building. Was that a bit possessive of him? Sure, but Jon was his. Tim knew from prior experience trying to stop Jon reading, short of something drastic like torching the paper wouldn’t interrupt him, well that worked for him didn’t it? Jon’s cadence didn’t falter as Tim carefully lifted him into his arms, his only movement was to keep the paper in front of his eyes, oblivious to the world.

“Let’s get you home.”

2025-08-18 0:21:48 ¶ ●

Forever torn between wanting to share my writing with more people here, but also no no no.

2025-08-18 3:20:10 ¶ ● ⬈

blackberreh-art:

> poked a the jon/gerry a bit, now off to bed

2025-08-18 14:23:28 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> You Can’t convince me that Elias never used his powers for Pervert Reasons.

2025-08-18 14:29:19 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> One of the many many ways in which Jon and Elias are compatible is that they both have complimentary rape kinks.

> Elias likes the idea of being in complete control, of being the only one who decides what happens and when, both to his body and his partner’s body. However I also think something about the idea of being powerless thrills and excites him, not despite but because of how much he fears it. The idea of having no control over what happens to him of being at someone else’s mercy like that, the threat of further violence or even death… it frightens him and makes him hard in equal measure to imagine. What if he was helpless and powerless and someone else was in control but it was safe? I think if he ever decided to act out his rape kink with another person he’d choose the dominant role. I can’t see him ceding that level of control or willingly being vulnerable enough with another person to explore a scenario where he has control taken from him, at least of his own initiative. I think, however, he’d be willing to indulge Jon <3

> Jon is absolutely into having his control and agency ripped from him. Of someone else deciding to do everything he wants for him, and it’s not his fault and nobody can blame him because he tried to fight back, he didn’t want it, someone else made him do it. But also I think he’s similar to Elias in that he very very much sees an Appeal to being made helpless and vulnerable generally. What if he was hurt and used and had no control over what happened to him but it was okay because it was safe? But also I think there’s a part of him that would really appreciate the safety of being in control. Of finally being the one making someone else helpless. Of being in charge and untouchable and powerful and maybe sometimes he wonders what it would be like to have Elias at his mercy. To have Elias begging for him to help, to stop. Naturally he feels a deep, intense sense of guilt for fetishizing about something so awful, for fantasizing about committing one of the worst acts of violence it is possible to do to another person. But that doesn’t stop his mind from wandering the same deep, dark paths, when he’s tired and lonely and aroused and thinking too much about too many things to go back to sleep.

2025-08-18 14:32:53 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

innerchildabortionclinic:

> Now draw him vulnerable and slightly disheveled in a suit

2025-08-18 14:44:21 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> sparks-out:

> > Can I. Can I post about Jon having a necrophilia kink? Is that too much? Is that too far??

> I think the rot and decay aspect would be too gross for him, but a preserved dead body would be fine. I think he’d have a Complicated relationship with sex where he sort of likes it in theory but in practice it’s strange and stressful and there’s so many fluids and all the warmth and sweat and touching and pleasure is just. Too many sensations all at once and what if he embarrasses himself or does something wrong or the other person decides to hurt him and take control from him and a dead body solves these problems. It’s cold and doesn’t get heated and it can’t react or feel or want things he doesn’t. He doesn’t have to worry about impressing a corpse, he can just do what he likes, ride its cold, lifeless cock. Fuck its dry holes with his strap. No need to worry about it waking or reacting or doing anything other than lie there and let him fuck it. And I think he’s horrified by the idea of actually going through with it (although maybe not enough to stop him, if given the opportunity…) but it features in his fantasies a lot because it’s a lot easier than thinking about having sex with a real person and he finds it so appealing.

2025-08-18 14:50:13 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> What if Jon came back in time to catch Elias standing over Leitner’s body? What if he was frozen in fear and horror and Elias guided Jon into the room? What if Jon was wet, too? What if Elias let Jon live out his darkest fantasies? Gently helped him out of his pants and guided him to sink down on Leitner’s cock and helped him ride it? What then?

2025-08-18 14:55:43 ¶ ●

Look I just think Jon deserved to have a corruption arc and I think Elias would enable that. Let him go a little bit feral, it’s enrichment.

2025-08-18 15:03:21 ¶ ●

Do you think Jonah can feel his original body in the Panopticon?

For completely innocent reasons.

2025-08-18 19:41:52 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

minusboy:

> something i’ve kind of noticed with the surfacing of this whole “the best smut is a character study” kind of mindset is the pipeline to a borderline “when i write porn i do it intellectually unlike some of you SICKOS” type of mindset and i just wanted to remind you especially in our current political atmosphere that writing porn doesn’t have to be intellectual to have value. it can be just horny. thanks

2025-08-19 0:22:07 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> Yes Elias had hurt Jon in deep, intense, irreparable ways. But of course he’s going to seek comfort in his father’s arms.

2025-08-19 0:42:14 ¶ ●

Elias only having a fleeting awareness of his original body, but he can feel something there. He can’t look in the panopticon from afar, so he has to rush into the tunnels. Feeling pressure against his limbs as though something is crawling on top of him, or holding him down. Half-stumbling to the stairs as the feelings continue, hoping he can reach his body in time to eliminate the threat.

Getting to the top of the stairs only to find some almost snakelike thing wrapped around his other body, almost hiding it from view. Wings that flutter constant covered in patterns that at first he thinks look like eyes, only to see them shift and realize that don’t just look like eyes. Extra arms folding out pawing at his body as though trying to get it to do something, cocking its head like a confused bird of prey, Elias feeling absolute terror at seeing how massive this things teeth and claws are as it pokes at him, reaching for a gun that would do nothing.

Only to have the monster chirp with a sound like a tape recorder clicking and practically throw itself on him long tongue swiping over his face. Hearing a loud thump and realizing this awful terrifying monster is wagging its tail like an overgrown retriever as he is held tight by both the things coiled body and extra arms.

Hearing the hiss and whir of a tape recorder repeating an affectionate Jonah like a record skipping.

2025-08-19 19:41:11 ¶ ● ⬈

butchermeat:

> heyy so sorry i got too comfortable on the first date and asked you to slam my head in the concrete and pull back the layers of flesh and then stick your dick in my brain matter! did you still wanna go back to my place or..?

2025-08-20 0:22:23 ¶ ● ⬈

hemipenal-system:

> “inside a dragon mouth” is one of the best places for a trans girl to be