August 2025

Blind Elias Bouchard headcanons (ft. Jon Sims, Peter Lukas, and Martin Blackwood)

Or, how to torment Elias even more than before

(bit of JonElias, Lonelyeyes, and Jmart)

Supplemental!

After Jon found him, Elias works along with him, and a new Archivist is arising. One day, he (new Archivist) gets back to the Institute marked by one of the entities, and he is delirious. Elias quickly kneels next to him to help, and Jon just freezes. And one terrifying thought appears in his head.

Maybe it will be better to kill him now.

And bc Elias spends his time in the Institute mostly, Beholding found a way to him, and he sometimes can hear or know. And he picked up Jon’s thought. And his first instinct was to fight, but he quickly realized.

  1. Jon is far more powerful now. More powerful than him.
  2. Jon is the head of the Institute. It’s his decision to make.

So he slowly gets up and takes a step back.

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.

unfairlyfallen:

More EyeTrauma! For all of the zero people who requested it, I love each and every one of you dearly. 👁️🫶

This piece depicts an attempted telling off, and Elias being willfully ignorant to the concept of personal space.

(Second image is the full drawing, click for acceptable resolution)

This is a pose I made a while ago and finally got around to doing something with. I’m also trying to get better at sketching and being okay with less than perfect results.

Jonah Magnus being Ceaseless Watcher’s special little boy before it was fashionable.

looneytooneybastard:

Every letter to Jonah Magnus: My dearest Jonah, I’m breaking up with you. Stop fretonizing with terrible powers beyond our comprehensions, you stupid whore.

Jonah, probably: no:3

deathnguts:

I can’t stop thinking about that post about Jon and Elias licking each others eyeballs as foreplay (in reference to an article saying young Japanese couples were doing that irl and should stop) and their form would be different when they licked the others eyeball… Jon’s softer, velvetier, and droolier while Elias is more forceful and kinda flexes his tongue so he can lap properly by the way

Blind Elias headcanons (just some ideas i guess) part 2 (ft. Peter Lukas) part 1 here

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“Elias, I can help you.”

“I don’t need your help, Peter,” Elias hissed.

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Elias sat down slowly on the couch; the whole apartment was quiet and empty…

“Peter… Peter, please not today.” He whispered, but Peter didn’t move. Elias drew his legs to his chest slowly, and fog curled around him. “Fuck you. You and your fog. I can feel you, you asshole.”

Peter swallowed and sat down next to him.

“I hate you.” Elias hissed.

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“Elias, I have to leave.”

“But…”

“I’m drawing you into the Lonely. I can’t let that happen.”

“Why..?”

“I don’t want it for you. You are not a creature of fog. You never were. ”

“Because you say so?”

“Because you will never feel a need to meet me again if you accept this!”

Elias stayed silent.

Friendly reminder that Another Love by Tom Odell exists and it’s in fact a perfect the Lonely song. And it is also (on some level) a perfect Lonelyeyes song if you would ask me.

unfairlyfallen:

Okay everyone, so, I wouldn’t usually share this stage in my process (I won’t even lie, it is due to a lack of faith in my artistic ability) BUT, I am happy with how this one is coming along, and it has enough form at this point that you can see the idea.

Here is THE VERY BEGINNING of the ‘EyeTrauma Hades and Persephone AU’ art piece that I have been meaning to get around to for a bit now.

(Yes, the pomegranate seeds will be horrible clusters of eyes, thank you for asking. 👁️🫶)