2023-07-01 11:01:26 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

frightcapsule:

> my Automatic Favourite Character requirements, apparently:

> - goth

> - eyeball tattoos

> - dead

2023-07-04 11:57:40 ¶ ● ⬈

alightcaseofohno:

> I’m just thinking about like…when did Jonah fall for the Eye?

> We know he must of had some form of power around 1924 when Barnabas got banished because he decided to watch him, he wanted to see what would happen.

> Did he gain his powers around the time he established the institute? Maybe he was already an avatar before he met Smirke, and he used Smirkes research to feed himself and the Eye. I got no clue.

> Maybe we’ll get more backstory to Jonah in the magnus protocol. Perhaps a statement from himself, instead of his story being told from an outside perspective. I think that’s why, out of all of the TMA villains, people hate him the most. His story is the one we don’t hear. His side of things, what happened.

> TMA is a story about choices and the lengths people will go to achieve some ounce of power. Why does he want power and immortality. There must be a deeper reason. All avatars struggled and felt so deeply that they became the thing that both haunted them and they relished in. So why did Jonah become an avatar. Just because he was an obsessive academic? Because he was an elitist snob? There has to be a deeper reason, people!

> …Anyway, this won’t be my final ramble about Jonah. There’s so much more I can say about him

2023-07-05 9:15:54 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

mississpissi:

> mississpissi:

> > he’s so obsessed with jon it’s embarrassing

> he’s so obsessed with jon it’s embarrassing pt. 2 feat. jon getting flustered about it

2023-07-05 10:23:54 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

cosmosnout:

> I’ve meant to draw these guys for the longest time but just never got around to it. But here they are so yeippii

2023-07-05 14:01:10 ¶ ● ⬈

jokamachai:

> I always found it incredibly difficult to form a picture of Elias in my mind, because he was never perfect enough 🤡. The only thing I knew is that his looks always reminded me of Jon, but less wet rat like, to quote someone. But today I said fuck it, I’m drawing him lol (I listened to ep. 120 at least 6 times, I’m not even joking)

> It’s different from how others draw him usually, but oh well. I’m still not quite satisfied, but this is as far as I’ll ever get with it, I’m afraid.

2023-07-05 21:38:50 ¶ ● ⬈

occudo:

> Sigh- Really, Elias? Yes Peter really.

> Guess who remembered big boy man and got stuck in their head for hours? Not me for sure

2023-07-06 21:09:08 ¶ ●

Oh good lord, it happened again… I am trying to write a short Jon/Elias vampire AU. It was supposed to be just one scene, but noooooo, it started developing a plot… damn it.

Anyway, have a draft of a first scene I guess…?

***

His hands were shaking.

The tremor wasn’t particularly pronounced, not yet, but it did make it considerably more difficult to operate the lighter. It took him several tries to get the flame going. Then he caught himself staring at it, hypnotized, before he finally brought a cigarette to his lips and lit the tip.

He took a long drag; the flame caught, and smoke curled in the chilly morning air. He could feel the acrid smell of it, he felt his chest expand, his lungs welcoming the intrusion. This was, perhaps, the best part of the process: the rhythm of it, the deep, methodical inhale, the pause as he held in the smoke and his breath until it burned, and the sweet, sweet relief of a long, calming exhale.

He needed that. He needed that more and more often lately. It was a creeping realization that ought to have concerned him more. But, for the moment, he allowed himself to relax.

“This can’t be good for you,” said a voice to his left.

Jon froze. He hadn’t noticed the man’s presence - and now he was too close, so very close. The smell of smoke was potent, yes, but underneath it he could already feel other scents vying for his attention - aftershave, expensive cologne, a hint of sweat, and the metallic tang of blood—

“I’m not doing it because it’s good for me,” Jon said. He held the cigarette loosely between thumb and forefinger, and tried not to breathe too deeply.

“Why, then?”

The man stepped closer still - warm, warm body, his heartbeat strong and steady, pumping blood through arteries and veins. And, fuck—Jon made the mistake of looking at him, his gaze caught immediately by his exposed neck, his jugular vein, the faint, tantalizing beat of his pulse within the carotid arteries. It would be so, so easy to close that last bit of distance, to sink his teeth in the heat of his flesh, to pierce the vessel and suck - he could almost taste it, thick, warm, blood—

“What do you want, Elias?” Jon asked sharply.

The tremor in his hands was back with a vengeance. He barely managed to lift the cigarette to his lips and breathe in more smoke, more, enough to drown out all other scents.

Elias gave him one of his infuriating smiles, friendly and full of faux concern.

“Am I not allowed to care about the health and wellbeing of my employees?”

“Of course you are,” Jon said.

Right. This was his boss. His boss, who he had just snapped at, whose blood he couldn’t help but imagine drinking.

Fuck. It was bad, it was worse than he had feared. Too much time had passed. He needed—he needed to deal with it.

“I apologize,” Jon said. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“Oh, no need for that,” Elias said pleasantly. “I did interrupt you, after all.”

Jon stood there, awkward, unsure what to say. Finally, he forced himself to meet Elias’ gaze. His cool, grey eyes were soothing, in a way; they reminded Jon that he wasn’t a damn meal to be devoured, that he was an innocent human being, a renowned scholar in his own right, and, oh - Jon’s own supervisor.

“Have you thought about my offer?” Elias asked.

“What—oh,” Jon said. His thoughts were sluggish these days, barely flowing together. “Yes, I have. And I am grateful, it’s just. Not the right time for me to transfer.”

“Are you sure? I believe you would make an excellent Head Archivist.”

“Thank you,” Jon said, because what else was there to say? That he wouldn’t, couldn’t take responsibility for any potential assistants? That his job in Research suited him just fine, offering ample time to conduct his own investigations? That the Archives called out to him in some strange manner, that he would love nothing more than to sort out the mess Gertrude Robinson had left - but the thought of talking to living, breathing people, taking their statements, investigating their connections to the supernatural… it felt too much like a hunt.

No. No, it was safer to hunt down information, books, relics, articles, places. The thrill of it was (almost, almost) like the real thing. And no one had to get hurt.

Elias was giving him a thorough, searching look. It wasn’t particularly judgmental - Elias seldom acted like he took his job seriously - but it was enough to make Jon drop his gaze and roll the c cigarette between his fingers, trying to conceal the tremor in his hands.

But Elias noticed. Of course he noticed.

“Is everything all right?” he asked. “If you need to take some time off—“

“No,” Jon said. Sitting alone in his apartment with nothing to distract him from the ever-present hunger was the very last thing he needed. “Why do you ask? Is my performance unsatisfactory?”

“On the contrary,” Elias said. “I have been informed that you work so much overtime, you are rarely seen leaving the Institute. And your reports are exemplary, as always. Although their subject strikes me as peculiar.”

Jon could feel a spike of adrenaline, his pulse speeding up, his breathing deepening. Worse was the accompanying dull pain of his fangs and claws extending, his fight-or-flight response instinctively swinging towards the first option.

“How so?” he asked carefully.

Elias shrugged. “Not many scholars believe in the existence of vampires. Fewer still choose to research them so thoroughly.”

“I am not researching them,” Jon said sharply. “I am trying to disprove their existence once and for all.”

A spark of amusement shone in Elias’ eyes. “It is almost impossible to logically prove something doesn’t exist.”

“I know.”

“Ah. Then are you sure this is the right use of your considerable skills?”

Jon bit his tongue, pressing his lips tight enough to prevent his teeth from showing. He wanted to bare them, snarl at Elias and bite, drink his precious blood and quench that horrible thirst he was feeling.

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t a monster, he would fix this, he would…

After a long, stubborn pause, Elias shook his head in mild exasperation. “If you insist on pursuing this, I’m pretty sure there are several statements in the Archives from people who claim to have met actual vampires.”

“Oh?” That was promising. Written statements were all right, so long as he didn’t have to talk to anyone face to face. “Which ones? Where can I find them?”

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” Elias said. “Gertrude left the Archives in such a state, you can hardly find anything in there…”

The sentence was left dangling in the air. Jon stared at Elias, incredulous.

“Are you trying to manipulate me into doing that job?”

Elias placed his hand on his chest, eyes widening, in a theatrical, exaggerated expression of innocent confusion.

“Me? I would never,” he exclaimed.

Jon couldn’t help but laugh at this blatant display of faux sincerity. A strange warmth spread through him as Elias’ features settled into a more genuine smile.

“We could help each other, Jon,” he said. “I really need someone to sort out the Archives, and you need more data for your research. Give it a week or two. If you are still uninterested afterwards, I promise to never bring it up again.”

Two weeks wasn’t that long a time. And it wasn’t as if Jon was making any progress with the Library records. It could at least point him in the right direction…

“Fine,” he said. “Two weeks.”

It was almost worth it already, just to have Elias give him such a warm smile.

2023-07-08 10:53:58 ¶ ● ⬈

cuprumbao:

> i got into tma so.. yeah. in the middle of season 4 currently

> tryng to figure out how to draw some of the gang

2023-07-09 16:03:26 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

spaceoperajay:

> literalfuckingfreak:

> > jonelias makes me so sad because legitimately if elias wasnt doing this whole evil plan thing or if jon was just down to be fucked up and evil they would really get along well. right. like even outside of the fact that theyre both spooky eye dudes they have so much in common!!! and bro was supernaturally inclined to learn more about things and just. never really truly sat down and talked to the guy who knows literally everything about the eye shit and the magnus institute and has hundreds of years of first person lived historical knowledge on the occult. and then he kills him.

> to me s1-s3 jon is regularly listening to elias talk about the occult in between kissing him. its just not on the tapes because jon would never let such impropriety get on them.

Lmao I love the implication that this is where Jon might draw the line. Like. Breaking and entering, stalking his coworkers, suspecting his boss of murder is all fine, but smooches??? Nope. Can’t have that on tape.

Also!!! Consider: I don’t remember the exact quote, but at one point in s1-2 Jon says that Elias’ knowledge of the supernatural is unparalleled, or something to that extent - which means that he must have heard Elias talk about it?? Or does Elias give lectures? Does he write articles? Did he review Jon’s work while Jon was still in Research? Please I need to know more, this one line has been driving me insane for weeks o-o

2023-07-11 20:51:56 ¶ ●

Oh man. I’ve been compulsively refreshing the Jonelias tag on ao3 several times a day and now I’m getting withdrawal symptoms :(

Drop me a prompt or a headcanon or sthg?

2023-07-12 1:36:23 ¶ ● ⬈

bigfreakinfrog:

> a lot of jonelias fics feature a sort of role reversal during the apocalypse where jon is suddenly much more powerful than elias- this is all well and good. sexy. i approve. however what i think we desperately need is fic where jonah gets every single thing he wants in the apocalypse and makes jon his little pet as a reward for doing so good

2023-07-16 20:43:06 ¶ ● ⬈

dcartcorner:

> networking night

2023-07-17 22:34:43 ¶ ● ⬈

snekberry:

> alternate time travel au idea where Future!Jon kills Past!Jon to free his archival assistants from the institute

2023-07-18 11:46:46 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

corvikae:

> Recently did a cheeky little relisten of The Magnus Archives and wanted to attempt some fanart :^)

2023-07-19 13:28:52 ¶ ●

Silly Jonelias scenario I am currently rotating in my head:

Post-Canon Jon travels back in time or to some alternate universe, where he meets past/alternate version of Jonah, who (naturally) becomes obsessed with him; Jon eventually warms up to this Jonah, who hasn’t really done anything too terrible (yet)… and is pretty much his soulmate, unfortunately.

But then!!! Post-canon Elias follows him Also (because he wants revenge, or whatever). And gets Extremely Jealous?? Because how dare this Jonah try to steal away his favourite toy???

Anyhow, Elias and Jonah get into an extremely embarrassing cat fight.

Jon just wants a nap.

2023-07-20 10:22:24 ¶ ● ⬈

tiredpupils:

> That one guy (this took double the time as I used the wrong brush the first time)

2023-07-23 18:04:29 ¶ ● ⬈

cornmagnate:

> Look inside my heart and find a perilous ravine

> Carved within the beauty, the darkness in between

2023-07-24 16:43:50 ¶ ● ⬈

drenland:

> The Archivist

2023-07-25 21:18:28 ¶ ● ⬈

lilliesandeyes:

> akjcjajrkcg

2023-07-25 23:09:44 ¶ ●

I had to google Regency Era for Jonelias Week, and I just finished re-reading @paptato ‘s “A Little Game of Cat and Mouse” sooooo…. Have this incredibly lazy sketch of Mr Magnus enjoying a stroll :D

2023-07-28 18:31:16 ¶ ● ⬈

samamakhalid:

> Jon “my grandmother openly resenting the space I occupied but still putting up with our forced cohabitation was just the way of things” Sims probably had a well adjusted emotional reaction when every ally in his s4 life either dismissed, mocked, or contributed to his torture

2023-07-29 13:55:13 ¶ ● ⬈

dcartcorner:

> this horrible guy (affectionate)

2023-07-31 20:33:10 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

wifii:

> Season 1 archival gang :)