love any implication that jon is elias’ possession. because like first of all let me be clear he is. he’s mr magnus’ archive. but at the same time it’s so ridiculous just the idea that what elias has made jon into is something that he can own. trying to use insect pins to hold down a god (SCREAMS)
listening again to early episodes now and like any true rude bitch jon has a beautiful nuanced range of types of unpersonable to be based on how well acquainted he is with the person he’s speaking to and right from his “i’ll be more lovely 🙄” intro in mag 17 he is SUCH a brat to elias in a way that TO ME reads as so Familiar and hilarious it sets my brain on fire
i actually. ok. so i think MAG 160.2 jonny says for the characters dnd classes elias would be a cleric, which makes sense. and jon would be a warlock that thinks hes a druid. also makes sense. this is that.
everyone is entitled to their own little regency au that lives in their heart and in mine jon gets yeeted back into the 18teens but jonah also inexplicably has all his memories from the next 200 years (i had a wonderful dream!) and is so sure this time he can get the apocalypse done in 50 years max (efficiencymaxing) if he can just sweet talk his archivist (who came back to him 🥰) into being cool about it (because you can only really pull off the ‘trick’ route once) meanwhile jon is running around edinburgh trying to looney tunes drop a piano on him. ideally this also involves at least two full chapters of both of them mutually pretending to have amnesia in an attempt to get the drop on each other
A horrible, uncomfortable little laugh bubbles in his chest as this chunk of his magnetic tape heart pulls away from the rest, as his wet eyes search Jon’s eyes and eyes and eyes, their two figures framed by those still, silent wings. Of course it was always going to lead to this. Perhaps there won’t be anything left of him, by the time Jon is finished. Perhaps Jon already started devouring him the moment they first crossed paths all those years ago.
He holds out the piece in his bloody palm, nothing more than a dark tangle still attached by a few strands, and takes a slow, shaky breath.
“Take it.”
JonElias Week 2023, Day 6: Dreams and Nightmares. This is an excerpt from a scene @paradisepuppet and I wrote during NaNo last year.
[ID: Green-toned digital art of Jon Sims from TMA. He has long, wavy hair and a beard. In the foreground we see an over-the-shoulder view of someone reaching to pull a drink from a fluorescently-lit fridge, against which Jon is leaning. His face is tilted downwards, completely obscuring his eyes, and his expression is dark and serious. He is holding up a vintage tape recorder in one hand, and is eerily backlit in the moody scene. End ID.]
everyone is entitled to their own little regency au that lives in their heart and in mine jon gets yeeted back into the 18teens but jonah also inexplicably has all his memories from the next 200 years (i had a wonderful dream!) and is so sure this time he can get the apocalypse done in 50 years max (efficiencymaxing) if he can just sweet talk his archivist (who came back to him 🥰) into being cool about it (because you can only really pull off the ‘trick’ route once) meanwhile jon is running around edinburgh trying to looney tunes drop a piano on him. ideally this also involves at least two full chapters of both of them mutually pretending to have amnesia in an attempt to get the drop on each other
my dear jonah. why does that strange chap call you elias sometimes but only when he’s yelling and gesticulating wildly at you in an animal fury
sorry i’m not trying to be a hater but it’s so funny how young people draw/write the characters in this show if you knew the median age of academic non profit employees you’d hurl
my main problem with objectification isn’t that it’s degrading and dehumanizing but that not enough people get weird and intense with it
being reduced to a mere object in someone’s eyes: disgusting. revolting. i hope you die.
being reduced to a mere object in someone’s eyes but the object in question is a deadly weapon, or a dangerous wild animal, or a terrifyingly powerful force of nature: [so mad with lust i feel physically nauseous] i think i hauve covid
please please please PLEASE let me be your sword i’ll be such a good sharp blade i promise *begging like a dog*
