2020-07-25 1:02:30 ¶ ● ⬈

curly-eyebrows:

> what if jon fantasizes about killing elias.. what if elias can see those fantasies thanks to the beholding… what if that drives them closer

2020-07-26 13:02:17 ¶ ● ⬈

rootingformephistopheles:

> Elias may not be able to shove Jon into a pocket dimension of loneliness or falling or darkness whenever he chooses, but he DOES have a sensory deprivation tank and that’s almost as good

2020-07-27 19:01:56 ¶ ● ⬈

the-nottea-was-tentacles:

> Thinking about that one comic I reblogged a few days ago with Jonah choosing Martin as his next body and how interesting an AU that would be.

> Technically it would have to have a lot of hand waving as to how Jon doesn’t just Know what Jonah has done, and the risk of Jon Knowing his plans is why canonly he avoids Jon in s4.

> But considering that Jon all but admits to himself that he has a crush on Martin at the end of s3? You know Jonah would take advantage of that, plus it means his Archivist’s attention is on him, where it belongs.

2020-07-29 1:01:14 ¶ ● ⬈

fieropasto-deactivated20210613:

> Every night at 3am I jolt awake and remember that Jonah/Elias canonically has the ability to Call his Archivist and we saw that only ONCE

2020-07-29 19:01:05 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

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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

2020-07-30 13:01:06 ¶ ● ⬈

tired-fandom-ndn:

> I haven’t been listening to tma lately but I’m thinking about a “casual” meeting in Elias’s office, where he’s sitting next to Jon in one of the overly stiff armchairs instead of across from him and behind the desk.

> Elias leaning in close, eyes locked on Jon’s and refusing to let him look away.

> Maybe a couple glasses of bourbon on the desk in front of them, poured from the decanter that Jon thought was just for show, not enough to get him drunk but enough that he feels warm and just loose enough that he can ignore his urges to run and hide.

> Elias’s hand sitting heavy on Jon’s shoulder while they talk, slowly moving across his body, shifting to his shoulder blades, down his back, along his sides, finally settling on his upper thigh, the tips of his fingers just barely brushing between Jon’s tense legs.

> Nothing outright. Nothing explicit. Just harmless touches, Elias doesn’t mean anything by them of course, he’s just a very tactile man.

> When things move to the next stage, it’s because Jon pushes past his own hesitation and fear and barrels through the boundaries he’d never let anyone else cross. He’s the one who tilts his head just enough that their noses, and then lips, brush. He’s the one who sighs Elias’s name like it’s a prayer. He’s the one who spreads his legs, just a tiny bit, a reluctant invitation that he isn’t given the chance to take back.

2020-07-31 19:01:20 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

somuchbetterthanthat:

> (I just need Elias to laugh a breathless, delighted laugh the day his Archivist overpowers him and utterly forgets himself for a moment to get the answer he needs/wants/craves)

> (and for Jon to realize what he’s doing just a tad too late, flushed and tired and flustured all over again, shuddering under the reverent, soft, proud eyes of his Watcher)