i hate hate hate hate hate hate hate when a monster is loved and that love turns them human I HATE IT I HATE IT SO MUCH. tell that thing that goes bump in the night that you love the way its fangs glimmer in the moonlight and the way its horrible gnarled claws are so gentle with you or GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!
randomly got annoyed again today at fandom portrayals of elias as a luddite. you think the world’s most powerful avatar of beholding would be…. behind the times? ignorant to the progress of technology? even if you choose to ignore the fact that the digital age revolutionized beholding as a dread power (going from something tied much more closely to the hunt to something so much more exestential and all-consuming… the surveilance state! online surveilance! wiretapping! data gathering! predatory privacy policies! the zoom boom! etc!!!) and that the evolution of recording technology is how the institute was able to function as efficiently as it did to tell us its story… why would it ever make sense to you that the world’s most powerful beholding avatar would remain wilfully ignorant of… anything. let alone wilfully ignorant of how the vast majority of the world functions and communicates. plus his greatest fear is death!! you think he isn’t up to date on all the most prominent medical advances? that’s just a willful misreading of the text.
And oh What a way to die Standing eye to eye Pretending we’re alive As we grow colder And oh The devil that I know Is better than the devil that I don’t
I know he’s kind of a polarizing character, but I have to say, Elias Bouchard truly is Iconic. When you hear the twist of “the boring middle manager was actually secretly an evil eldritch monster the whole time!” you sort of assume that the boring middle manager persona was just a facade, but no, he really does seem to just enjoy dull administrative work. He’s both exactly as boring as he seems on the surface and profoundly fucked up in ways you couldn’t imagine. He’s practically omniscient and playing 4-D chess with everyone, but he responds to even slight hiccups in his elaborate scheme with acts of extreme violence. He beats an old man to death with a metal pipe and when someone brings it up later he goes, “Yeah I may have overreacted there.” His employees are constantly trying to murder him. He broke out of prison just so he could give a dramatic monologue. He had a weird gay thing going on with seemingly every man he met in the past 200 years. He loves scheduling.
i’m sorry but there really is nothing more erotic than two people stuck in a room together playing mind games and asking each other personal questions while being restricted by the boundaries of a professional relationship
[id: a drawing of jonathan sims holding peters headless body. he has long dark hair and is covered in blood from head to toe, presumably from exploding peters brain. his expression is cold. they are surrounded by gray fog and above them are the words “stubborn fool”]
Important part of Jon and Elias’s vibe that I feel like gets overlooked a lot is that Jon is equally as much of a pain in the ass to Elias as Elias is to him. The powers that be hand delivered him the perfect guy to craft a linchpin out of for his two century old scheme and it turned out to be the nosiest bastard in all of London who is obsessed with being right. This is Elias we’re talking about. We’re talking about Mr “Doesn’t Like Getting His Hands Dirty” here. Mr Perpetual Middle Management. Mr “Sat On His Ass For 200 Years Waiting For An Opportunity Instead of Getting Out There and Making Something Himself” getting conned into shaping his antichrist out of the guy who’s first instinct towards dealing with his problems is to take a literal ax to them. It’s like throwing two unsocialized cats in a bathtub together. This is why Elias doesn’t believe in fate
The reason Jon and Elias have this weird psychosexual tension in every scene they’re in together is because they are the same. The reason they are 0.2 seconds away from killing each other is also because they are the same. Do you understand me
Here’s my unpopular opinion but I fucking LOVE Mary Keay. I love terrible terrible and utterly unredeemable women. She’s nothing short of a venomous, cold hearted bitch and honestly? Slay. Just not me please.
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