#Elias gay husband

[maymaylyn]

I originally wanted to make something similar for hesh but after I thought of rorke and his gay ass… I knew what I had to do.

[maymaylyn]

For the boys

Wishing there was more Rorke content out there fr fr 🤞😔

I wanna blow him so bad :(

(Anyway my mate sent me this, if anyone knows the orig maker please tell me so I can credit them 🫶)

[thebeholdingsfavorite-mrbitchard]

Listening to episode 82

Martin: *twirling his hair around his finger the biggest heart eyes imaginable* oh people said me and Jon were close? (Babyboy you're being questioned about a potential murderer!)

Tim: *is done with all of this fucking nonsense* fuck Jonathan Sims. (Honestly valid my dude)

Elias: oh I know where Jon is, and I do hope he does become a killer, I know shit, now fuck off before I ruin your life. (Buddy you're not even trying to hide how evil you are? He's so smug in this episode, I love him so much I wish to brutally murder him with a pipe.)

Also; WHY ARE TAPES TURNING ON BY THEMSELVES???!!

This is my second favorite episode so far.

[swappermanent]

Laying the Foundation

Owning a general contracting firm isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but it does have its perks. And by perks, I mostly mean the eye candy. Whether it’s a sweaty crew under the summer sun or a client’s husband who catches my attention during a site visit, there’s enough visual appeal to keep my day interesting.

I’m glad I can admit that now. For the first 40-something years of my life, I refused to acknowledge the part of me that liked men. It wasn’t just denial—it was an ironclad, church-fed certainty that I was the straightest man alive. I had the life to prove it too: a wife, two great kids, and a job that kept me too busy to dwell on feelings I wasn’t ready to confront.

But five years ago, I couldn’t lie anymore—at least not to myself or my wife. The realization hit me like a freight train one afternoon as I was scrolling aimlessly through my phone, and it scared the hell out of me. I’ll spare you the gory details of how I came out to her; it was messy, emotional, and one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But if you knew her, you wouldn’t be surprised to hear how kind she was about it.

We got divorced. Not because she hated me—far from it—but because she deserved better. Someone who could love her fully, the way she’d loved me. She was understanding, even supportive, but understandably, she wanted a fresh start. She moved a few states away, which meant our boys, Elias and Remy, followed. They were in college by then, so it wasn’t like they needed me every day, but still—it stung not to see them as often.

Now, I only saw them on the breaks they got from school. Holidays, mostly. Elias was 22 and just starting to figure out his life, and Remy, at 19, was busy living his best college experience. They were good kids, and they didn’t resent me for coming out. At least, I didn’t think they did. But I could tell there were things they didn’t say, questions they didn’t ask. I tried not to push.

In the years since my divorce, I hadn’t exactly been a Casanova. You’d think that, as a newly single gay man, I’d dive headfirst into the wild world of dating apps and endless hookups. But it hadn’t played out that way. I didn’t know where to start, honestly. Bars felt too young for me, apps were overwhelming, and after decades of repressing this part of myself, I felt like I didn’t even know the rules.

And so, I stayed busy. Running my business. Keeping in touch with the boys. Pretending I wasn’t lonely. Pretending I wasn’t deeply, madly crushing on Tomas.

Tomas was one of my best guys—a foreman who had worked for me for almost six years. Early thirties, 6’1”, with the kind of lean, sculpted build that made work boots and a tool belt look like runway fashion. Tomas had short-cropped black hair, caramel skin that seemed to glow in the sun, and a confident swagger that made my heart skip a beat every time he walked past me.

He was also, without a doubt, the hottest man I’d ever laid eyes on. I wasn’t sure if it was his deep, musical laugh, the way his smile seemed to light up an entire room, or the sharp intelligence he brought to every project. Whatever it was, I was hooked. Hooked in a way that made my chest ache and my thoughts stray where they shouldn’t.

I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that. I was his boss, for starters. And besides, for all I knew, he was straight and happily taken. But every time I saw him in the field, bending over to check a level or cracking a joke with the guys, I couldn’t help but fantasize. About what it would be like to pull him close, to feel his strength, to hear him say my name in a way that wasn’t professional.

I tried to keep my distance. Tried to focus on the work, on the business, on anything but the growing knot of desire that had taken up permanent residence in my chest. But Tomas was always there. Always just a few feet away, making me laugh, making me blush, making me feel things I hadn’t let myself feel in years.

I didn’t know what to do about it. Hell, I didn’t even know if there was anything to do about it. But one thing was for sure: I couldn’t take my mind off him.

---

The worst part about my unrequited crush on Tomas was the fact that I knew he was gay. I hadn’t guessed or pieced it together from subtle clues—no, I knew. I’d stumbled across his Grindr profile late one night while I was lying in bed, half-torturing myself by scrolling through profiles I had no intention of messaging.

Seeing his photo there had been like a punch to the gut. He looked incredible, of course—shirtless, smoldering, his chest lightly dusted with hair. I had stared at the profile for longer than I should have, memorizing the details: 33 years old, "masc4masc," and then the words that dashed any wild hopes I might have been clinging to: Please no guys over 30.

I closed the app immediately, my face burning with embarrassment even though no one else was there to see it. For days afterward, I kept replaying those words in my head. No guys over 30. Meanwhile, I was 50. Twenty years his senior, his boss, and, apparently, the exact opposite of what he was looking for.

After that, I resigned myself to suffering in silence. I’d accepted that my feelings for Tomas weren’t going anywhere and that I’d just have to live with it. It wasn’t like I could quit my job or fire him—he was too damn good at what he did, and I needed him on my team. So I kept my head down and my feelings buried, figuring that was the best I could do.

That is, until Miguel came along.

Miguel was the newest addition to the team, just 21 years old and fresh out of trade school. He was the youngest guy I’d ever hired, but he came with glowing recommendations, and within a week of working with him, it was clear they hadn’t been exaggerated. Miguel was a dynamo—hardworking, quick to learn, and always eager to take on more responsibility. He had an upbeat attitude that set him apart from the rest of the crew, and he never let the tougher, more grizzled guys intimidate him.

But while Miguel’s work ethic was impeccable, his looks were something else entirely. The kid was gorgeous. A fuckboy face if I’d ever seen one, with sharp cheekbones, thick lashes, a sexy dusting of a beard, and a jawline that could cut glass. His hair was a messy mop of jet-black curls, and his dark brown eyes sparkled with the kind of mischief that could make you question all your good decisions.

Even at his young age, Miguel had this natural charisma that drew people to him like moths to a flame. He wasn’t trying to be sexy—he just was. Whether it was the way he laughed or the easy confidence in his stride, you could tell he had everyone swooning at his feet. And that included Tomas.

I wasn’t blind. I saw the way Tomas’s eyes lingered on Miguel during lunch breaks or how he found excuses to talk to him on the job. At first, I thought it might just be professional—Tomas mentoring the new guy, making sure he felt welcome. But it didn’t take long to realize there was more to it than that. Tomas was interested in Miguel. You could see it in the way he stood just a little too close or laughed a little too hard at Miguel’s jokes.

The funny thing was, Miguel didn’t seem to notice his effect on everyone else. Despite his looks and charm, he had this air of innocence about him, like he didn’t quite realize the power he had. He worked hard, showed up early, and went home late, never sticking around for beers or banter with the guys. It was almost like he didn’t want to be seen as just a pretty face.

Watching the dynamic between Tomas and Miguel unfold was like a slow kind of torture. On the one hand, I wanted Tomas to be happy, even if it wasn’t with me. On the other hand, the idea of him falling for someone so much younger, so effortlessly magnetic, made my stomach churn with jealousy. Not toward Miguel, exactly—he hadn’t done anything wrong—but at the reminder of what I couldn’t have.

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A few months into Miguel working with us, I reached my breaking point. Watching Tomas flirt with him day after day, while Miguel remained blissfully unaware, was driving me insane. Tomas’s lingering glances, the playful shoulder taps, the overly friendly banter—it was everything I’d fantasized about, happening right in front of me, but directed at someone else. Someone younger. Someone who didn’t even notice.

Damn it. Why couldn’t that be me?

I had to do something. Anything. The jealousy was eating me alive, and the hopelessness of my situation was unbearable. So, in a moment of desperation, I decided to use something unconventional. Something I’d never planned to use at all.

A few years ago, I’d taken a trip to South America—a solo getaway to clear my head after the divorce. While exploring a small town nestled in the Andes, I’d stumbled upon an old shop filled with trinkets, charms, and artifacts that seemed plucked from legend. One item caught my eye: a smooth, jet-black stone about the size of a silver dollar, etched with intricate carvings that seemed to shift when you looked at them too long. The shopkeeper had insisted it was a swapping stone, a relic capable of exchanging bodies between two willing participants.

At the time, I’d bought it as a novelty. A conversation piece. But now, staring at it on my nightstand, an idea took root in my mind—an idea so reckless and audacious that I couldn’t believe I was considering it.

The next morning, I pulled Miguel aside during a coffee break. He looked surprised but didn’t question it, following me into my office.

“What’s up, boss?” he asked, plopping down into the chair opposite me with his usual relaxed energy.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “Miguel, I’ve been watching you these past few months, and I’ve got to say—you’ve been doing a hell of a job. The crew loves you, and you’ve been busting your ass out there.”

He shrugged, clearly uncomfortable with the praise. “Thanks, but I’m just doing my part.”

I nodded, then leaned forward, clasping my hands on the desk. “Look, I know how hard this kind of work is. It’s physically demanding, and you’ve been carrying a lot of weight for someone so young. So I wanted to offer you something.”

His eyebrows raised. “Offer me what?”

I pulled the stone out of my desk drawer and set it between us. “A swap.”

Miguel tilted his head, his confusion evident. “A swap?”

“Yes. A swap. With me.” I gestured toward the stone. “This… is a bit of a long story, but let’s just say it’s not an ordinary rock. It has the power to let us trade places—temporarily, of course. I’d take your body, and you’d take mine.”

Miguel stared at me, silent for a long moment, before letting out a disbelieving laugh. “Boss, are you feeling okay?”

“I’m serious.” I pushed the stone closer to him. “Think about it. You’re out there every day breaking your back, while I’m in here taking calls and pushing paperwork. If we swap, you’d get to enjoy the perks of being the boss—shorter hours, no manual labor. You could take my car, my house, my money. Do whatever you want for a while.”

His ears perked up at that. “Whatever I want?”

I chuckled. “Whatever you want. Look, I may be in my fifties, but I’m still in good shape, and I’ve got the resources to make it worth your while. You could have some fun. Live it up.”

Miguel leaned back in his chair, studying me. “Okay, but what’s in it for you? Why would you want to swap with me?”

I hesitated, trying to come up with something that didn’t make me sound like a crazy old man. “Honestly? I’ve been in this business a long time, and I want to understand it better. Really get a feel for what it’s like to be on the ground again.”

Miguel raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

“And…” I added, with a sheepish grin, “maybe I want to relive my youth a bit. See what it’s like to be in my twenties again. Humor an old man, will you?”

That got him. He burst out laughing, shaking his head. “Man, you’re something else.”

“So, what do you say?” I asked, my heart pounding.

Miguel studied the stone, his lips pressed into a thoughtful line. Then he looked back at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. “If you’re serious, boss, then yeah. Why not? Let’s do it.”

Little did he know, my motivations had nothing to do with reliving my youth or gaining a new perspective. My eyes were set firmly on Tomas,

We both stood in my office, the stone resting between us on the desk. Miguel seemed skeptical but game, his trademark grin lighting up his face. I couldn’t help but marvel at his confidence—effortless, natural, the kind that came with being young and having the world at your feet.

“So, what’s the magic phrase, boss?” he asked, clearly humoring me.

“It’s in Spanish,” I said, picking up the stone and holding it out to him. “I did get it in Chile, after all. We both have to hold it and say, ‘Quiero cambiar.’ It means, ‘I want to swap.’ Simple enough, right?”

Miguel gave me a look that was equal parts curiosity and amusement, then shrugged. “Alright, boss. Let’s see this thing work.”

He wrapped his calloused hand around one side of the stone, and I gripped the other. For a moment, I hesitated, wondering if this was really the right thing to do. But then I glanced at him, at the youthful energy in his face and the opportunity shimmering in his eyes, and I knew there was no turning back.

We spoke the words together: “Quiero cambiar.”

The moment the last syllable left my lips, I felt it. A strange warmth radiated from the stone, seeping into my palm and spreading up my arm like a current. My back arched involuntarily, and a sensation like liquid sunlight flooded my chest, pulling me out of myself. It wasn’t painful, but it was overwhelming—intense, euphoric, like every nerve in my body was alight.

Across from me, Miguel was going through the same thing. His head tilted back, his body trembling as the same warm glow overtook him. I could hear his sharp intake of breath, followed by a low, guttural moan. We both stumbled a step back, clutching at the air, though there wasn’t anything visible leaving our bodies—just the overwhelming sense of movement.

And then it stopped. Like flipping a switch, the warmth vanished, leaving me standing there, panting, in Miguel’s body.

The first thing I noticed was how much lighter I felt. My limbs moved easily, like I could leap ten feet in the air if I tried. My skin was smooth, my shoulders lean but sturdy. I raised a hand to my cheek, running my fingers along the softer, smoother surface, and then down to my abs—firm and defined, cobblestones under my touch. It was like my body had been built in a dream.

Miguel, now in my body, flexed one of my arms experimentally. “Damn, boss,” he said with a laugh, staring at my bicep, which was massive and veined from years of heavy lifting. “I don’t know if my body’s really any better than yours.”

He turned to the small mirror on the wall, lifting my shirt and giving my old body’s abs a quick once-over. “You’ve been holding out on me, man! If I looked like this at 50, I’d be showing it off all the time.”

I let out a nervous laugh, still getting used to the sound of Miguel’s voice coming out of my mouth. “Yeah, I’m not so sure about that,” I said, my fingers grazing over my new, perfectly sculpted abs. “This feels like a serious upgrade.”

Miguel smirked, striking a mock pose and letting out a low whistle. “You’re not wrong. Your body’s hot as hell now. Don’t break too many hearts, alright?”

I grinned, I had quite the opposite in mind.

[magpod-confessions]

We’ve all pretty much agreed that Elias is both homophobic and gay, but imagine that in a conversation with the archival crew. His opinion of LGBTQ+ people somehow gets brought up and he starts talking about how much he despises them and they're all going to hell- exclusively referring to them as “homosexuals” and “the queers”- except then he brings in his multiple male suitors and Peter Lukas as examples of why he thinks gay people are so horrible. The archival crew are already pretty confused and upset because wow we know our boss is horrible but now it turns out hes homophobic too? But then theyre even more confused because Elias says “for example, my ex-husband Peter” and it leads to him ranting about their multiple divorces and arguments. At the end one of them asks if hes still in contact with Peter and hes like “oh, yes. In fact, im scheduled for a meeting with him at 4pm today. If any of you see him, dont tell him where my office is. He refuses to take the time to remember where anything is, no matter how many times hes been in the institute. Hes incredibly stubborn, and even though it drives the both of us crazy it is also hilarious watching him try and figure out where i am.” And promptly leaves.

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[rustyelias]

ABSKJSJSKS OMG I AM CRYING THIS IS WORDED JUST PERFECTLY!

I love him so much he is so sillay! He really did girlboss to close to the sun 😔

Season 3 Elias is so goddamn fucking funny to me I forgot what a rollercoaster he was during my first listen.

Like the s2 finale has Jurgen Leitner giving Jon the whole "monsters are real speech" and Jon's like "I need a cigarette. NO ONE get brutal pipe murdered while I'm gone" and Jurgen fails step 1 because Elias walks in and grabs Jon's point-and-click-adventure pipe he'd been carrying around and Brutal Pipe Murders. Which, of course, Jon walks back in on and is prime suspect #1 due to literally every single feature trait and word he's said in the entirety of s2.

So naturally s3 starts with Jon on the lam and Officer Tonner like "I'm gonna arrest him for brutal pipe murder" and I'M like "Shit. I hate this. Elias is going to SO easily pin it on Jon and get away with it."

EXCEPT Elias walks in and is like "hello Ms. Officer no Jon Archivist did not kill that man, also I won't tell you anything else, also this is what you sound like" while reciting all her childhood trauma and all her illegal activity that will get HER sent to jail for brutal murder of the non-pipe variety and now I'm like "....huh." He's also like "Jon didn't do it but you can kill him if you want maybe :)" Elias your alibi????

And then we come BACK with Jon storming Elias's office with his two lesbian bodyguards as back up and he's like "I'm gonna use my powers to make you confess to pipe murder!" At which point Elias is like "It doesn't work on me. But I'm having fun so Martin go get everyone I need to tell you all how I committed pipe murder." and Martin does and Elias is like "Yes I pipe murdered. I also killed Gertrude. I love murder. You will not be compensated extra for this time. Get back to work." And they... DO... just go back to work. Because work is haunted. One of the lesbian police officers works here now, too. This just happened. "Also living dolls from Russia are about to Apocalypse the world, Jon go stop it," Elias says, while also saying "no I'm not gonna tell you how to stop it."

Okay???? Mr. Elias man??? And you're like "maybe he's a ruthless tactician? Maybe he's brutal but it's all in the interest of stopping the doll apocalypse??? He wants to save the earth???" Except THAT'S not even true it's actually more like he's trying to get the Russian dolls kicked out of line at Disney World so HE gets to meet Mickey Mouse first by which I mean, start his OWN Apocalypse, because if the dolls do it first well then what's the point of apocalypsing a planet that's become someone else's sloppy seconds.

Anyway Elias's master strategy here is to bring the human equivalent of a drowned cat to the gun fight and just sit back and watch Jon fall down every set of stairs he finds while Elias goes "This is good. This will work." His name isn't even fucking Elias.

[pinkelotjeart]

I saw @/humanteethmarksonhumanbone do this so I might aswel.

Random magnus protocol headcanons:

- Gwen has a crusty white dog named Lady.

- Gwen is clearly autistic.

- Elias is Gwen’s weed smoking uncle (I wish he were her brother but uncle makes more sense with the time line.)

- Celia is biracial, Asian and black.

- Celia is a cat person and own multiple cats.

- Celia IS tma Celia and she regularly mentions how she was part of a cult but everyone always assumes she’s joking with how light heartedly she brings it up.

- Luke knows and jokes about Grifters Bone but doesn’t know it is ACTUALLY real.

- Colin is a gay man and is married to a really sweet husband. (I truly believe this until it’s proven other wise.)

- Alice has at some point tried to instal minecraft onto a work computer, it shut down the whole system for a week.

- Needles and Ink5oul are best friends (they serve cunt together.)

I can’t think of more at this moment…

[therainbowtea]

Elias Bouchard is the kind of man who doesn't give a shit about pride month, hates gay people (Jon and Martin for being in a loving relationship) and say slurs and shit. And yet, he will go home to his husband and complain about people who do the exact same thing. Literally the most homophobic-gay ever and I hate him for it.

[henclair]

nothing makes me giggle like elias’ stupid little gay glee when winning the bet with peter, and having martin sent into the lonely, which subsequently is beginning his endgame.

cuz it’s like - diversity win! the evil, all seeing, body hopping, fresh broken out of prison, boss of your work who serves an entity of fear and gambled with your humanity with his many times divorced husband, is gay and feeling silly!

[me-is-confused]

And not to forget that later in the novella Rorke goes on about how Elias isn't coming to get him, while he would've burned down the whole jungle for him.

First up not the Ghosts, not his team, not the government just WHY IS ELIAS NOT COMING, Gabriel do you know how gay that sounds?

Same with that he would've burned the jungle down to get to him... Honey, you are so gay for that man, it's astonishing, honestly

DUDE!!

I'm currently reading Devil's breath and, i can't...

How are we not to believe that those two old men were down baad for eachother??

THE BOYS ONLY HAVE RILEY LIKE THEY DO, BECAUSE RORKE TOLD ELIAS SO

What the hell?

Also, slicing off of that, do you think the name Riley was for Elias in any way related to Rorke?

-🐑

Bro that's whAT I'M SAYING!!! ONG!!!!

"My thoughts are of Elias for two days straight." WHO thinks for someone for 48 straight hours without being DOWN HOMICIDAL for them???? Shit was light work for Rorke. He could think of Elias for three months straight (even asleep) and not break a sweat.

AND YEAH VERY MUCH DECLARED THAT RORKE IS THE REASON RILEY IS THERE. And Elias is SO GAY for listening to that motherfucker going "Retire and get a German Shepherd." tho he kinda changed it up giving Riley to the boys.

Ik Elias was HEATED when Rorke came back too, specifically over the dog thing. "You die so I get a dog because you're dead and it's in your memory and shit AND YOU'RE ALIVE?!?! AND YOU DIDN'T CALL ME?!" the plane over the Yucatan was TENSE and I'd pay to be a fly on the wall watching this divorce court go down.

Also how funny would it be if Hesh was like "Okay cool that we have a dog but idk what to name him! Any ideas dad?" and Elias doesn't even think before going "How about an R name?" and Hesh is like "Awesome! Okay I'll make a list." (Rorke was on there and Elias started foaming at the mouth)

[berrywantsakiss]

Cyrus Oak

★ because the people love him ★

Cyrus is probably my all-time fav oc, and the most popular amongst any fanbase / set of followers I've ever had.

here's some info on the world he's from →

https://www.tumblr.com/berrywantsakiss/770031758960902144/the-realmsau?source=share

here's some fanart of him I've received (ask and I'll direct you to the artists !!)

his age tends to fluctuate between like 17 - 32 (huge gap, ik !!!)

this is roughly how he looks when he's 26-32 ↓

vs 17 - 19

he was the eldest flower princess's guard in training, seeing as he was the son of her (at the time) current one, Makya. the princess's name is Daisy Mae.

Cyrus and Mae became best friends when Cyrus was 7 and she was 6, they met in the castle courtyard where Mae's stubborn ass was skipping her dance classes.

Makya and Cyrus decided theyd teach her how to fight instead.

about a decade later, Cyrus proposes to Mae, despite NOT ASKING HER FATHER, KING ZENITH, FIRST !!!!!! she accepts his proposal, and as does the King, who very highly regards Cyrus and even treats him as his own son (the whole royal family loves Cyrus).

this is what 15 year old Mae and 16 year old Cyrus look like ↓

they're close ofc, like I said, everyone loves Cyrus (this art is ANCIENT... like when he was still in development ancient...)

oh yea, bonus sidetrack, heres Cyrus' initial design ↓

shudder.

anyway, when Cyrus is 18, he's sent away to kill King Louis unbeknownst to the Royals. he's sent by the General and his brother, the head of the Council. they threaten to harm him and his family if he doesn't go, doesn't kill the Spice King, or tells the Royals or anyone at all.

he bumps into the Empress, Nadia, on the way to the Spice Realm.

here's Nadia ↓

link to her info →

https://www.tumblr.com/berrywantsakiss/770035288519180288/empress-nadia?source=share

she ends up helping him to NOT have to kill the King. She sends him off to kill Louis, but with like,,, a placebo of the poison the general gave him ??? I don't fully know yet.

anyway, when Cyrus returns to the motel or whatever he's staying at that Nadia got him, Nadia stabs him in the throat, killing him.

WHATT ?? WHATTTTTT ????? INSANE !!!!!!

Nadia is a necromancer !!! she brings him back after the Flower Royals perceive him as dead and hold a funeral for him.

He stays in the Spice Realm from then on, tending a bar as his job. he also gets addicted to opium when he's about 24.

when he's around 23, he "falls in love" with Nadia.

they like, want to marry, but can't seeing as Mae became Queen when she was 19, the Empress is obviously very big in the media, and Mae WILL crash out if she finds out Cyrus is still alive and taken by Nadia.

Mae herself was forcibly married to this douce ↓

when Mae was like 22, Bevan was executed for conspiring treason. (he wanted to kill Mae).

anyway, Mae gets a lead on Cyrus after her second husband, Oberon, is assassinated. she gets this lead from Elias, Louis' older brother.

Mae finds Cyrus and is like "MARRY ME LIKE YOU WANTED TO BACK THEN !!!"

so he accepts, abandoning Nadia whom he DIDNT KNOW WAS PREGNANT.

he stays in the Flower Realm for a month, waiting for his wedding, and becomes really close friends with Delia, the Sugar Princess.

I hate this drawing lmao

on Mae and Cyrus' wedding day, this little bit happens ↓

so then Delia tells Cyrus to tell Mae he doesn't want to marry her and get over it pretty much.

so he heads over to the bridal suite to tell her, and sees THIS MF, THE MF HE HAD TO FIGHT TO TRY AND KILL KING LOUIS A DECADE AGO, IN MAES ROOM LIKE THIS

this is Stefan, my best friend's oc. he is Louis' royal guard or smth.

here's what Mae and Cyrus were wearing btw

so Cyrus just turns around and marches right out of the castle. Delia tells him to go to this guy August's farm back in the Spice Realm, and he does.

so yea, now Cyrus lives with my best friend's oc August on a farm.

here's august

oh yea they fall in love !!!! Mae scared him gay !!!! (/j, Cyrus is canon bisexual)

thx for reading !!!

[the-babygirl-polls]

Elias Bouchard - The Magnus Archives

Propaganda:

Is a murderer, hes if manipulate mansplain malewife became a person, tortures for fun, is gay and has a husband that he gets divorced from every other week, he is a criminal <3.

Other Additions:

please tag @neatodon and @canicinabre cause those are the artist that made the art

[hemi-demi]

Spoilers for up to TMAGP 21

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My maybe completely wrong and angsty wish fulfilling hope is that [ERROR] is this universes Sasha. If we can assume that the person we heard about in the psychiatrist waiting room is this universes Jon, then I'm hoping he actually got out of the situation in some way.

MAGP's Gertrude seemed wary of any mention of the Institute, so maybe she worked there and Sasha was actually her replacement this go 'round. She finally gets her seat in the Archivist's chair 🥲

Or maybe I'm being too reliant on TMA characters to fill the slots.

Anyway, when can we get an episode where Celia questions a chubby gay man and his short husband that's just perfectly happy and they both got therapy? I either want that, or for Stoner Elias to show up and try to sell Sam weed. I will accept either, please, ty.

[fvckinaphrodite]

I cannot understand the rationale of "Good Stepmother Elia" or "Catelyn loves Jon Snow" fics where, because of the patriarchal and oppressive institutions, Elia and Catelyn are forced to live with their cheating husbands and, are expected to raise their husband's bastard born out of the infidelity that could pose a risk to their children's inheritance. I love Jon, but Catelyn's hesitance regarding him was valid. He wasn't a son, and he was the source of insurmountable shame to her.

I couldn't have put it better myself, honestly. Those fics disgust me. I find them disturbing and repulsive with the way they turn Catelyn and Elia into Jon's cheerleaders LMAO AS IF. I'm sorry but some of these authors just love to turn every female character in ASOIAF into plot devices for Jon's story.

You will not believe how many fics I've read in which Robb always insists to push both Sansa and Arya further down the inheritance line, and the Northern lords and ladies just nod along and agree like a bunch of baboons and how Catelyn just have to suck it all up. Sometimes there is even a fic or two where Sansa insists that Robb points Jon as his heir to mark her so-called "development" when the narrative brings her to the Riverlands after escaping King's Landing, and in the process, ruining a mother-daughter relationship forever. Guess what's gonna happen? Yep. Robb dies and Jon becomes king with Sansa as his ever faithful advisor. Sometimes even Sansa is pushed away from the North and decides to stay in the South because Gods forbid she ever touch the Northern throne again. Lmao.

Or, you know, the favorite of all Rhaegar Wins AU, fics where Jon becomes the next king after Rhaegar because Aegon is gay and conveniently doesn't want the Iron Throne🥺

I'm a Jonsa stan. I love me some fics with angst; Sansa's struggle to overcome the fact that Jon's existence hurts Catelyn, etc. But there's a line for everything. For example, I fucking refuse to read Jonsa fics where Catelyn is so demonized one would think she constantly beat him when he's a child or told him to become a servant or a stable boy or something. And of course, Sansa gonna defend him with her whole chest and worships the ground he walks on. Lmao Unbelievable. What a way to degrade a female character, to turn her into a plot device--a cheerleader for their hero. Well done.

[shadow-sojourn]

when ur homophobic but also gay

Elias be the type to hold a meeting and tell Jon "Im sorry but it is simply not appropriate to have a boyfriend at work" and will look the other way for Tim and Sasha.

And then Elias needs funding. So he fucks his husband(?) (they might be divorced right now) in his office. whos gay now >:)

[vickozone]

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#121 Oliver. He’s dead and JON! YOU’RE OKAY!

#122 zombies and Jon’s first instinct from waking up from a 6 month coma is to read a statement. Icon.

#123 He just got back and Melanie wants to kill him and something is up with Martin. Also, The Web, I suppose. Coding?

#124 More Simon. What a guy. Also, Jon is… very concerned for Martin…

#125 The Slaughter is back and Melanie! CALM DOWN! MY HEADPHONES ARE ON LIFE SUPPORT AS IT IS!

#126 The Spiral clarity + Martin is being manipulated (SHE STABBED HIM!?)

#127 Another letter to Jonah. AND ELIAS IS JUST CHILLIN IN PRISON. GO OFF, KING!

#128 Breekon is nothing without Hope. The institute and ooo! Jon eye powers!

#129 Guy drowned in grandpa’s house and JON NEEDS AN ANCHOR! Also, very homosexual interaction.

#130 Meat ritual and JON! NO, SELF HARM IS BAD! YOU BETTER NOT DO WHAT I THINK YOU’RE IMPLYING!

#131 AAAA! AAAA! OH. OH NO. Jared is the Boneturner and Helen is an absolute queen <3

#132 Jon saves Daisy!! Yay! She is also The Hunt, but, whatever. The tapes drew him back…

#133 The Hunt ritual, and Basira… has feelingsss. The Hunt is about the chase, not the kill.

#134 The Extinction!? NO. Also Lukas is the worst. Hate that guy.

#135 “Have I ever told you how much I hate the sun?” -Manuela Lol, The Dark, The Vast, and The Lonely funded the space expedition.

#136 Annabelle! Creepy celeb puppet. And Daisy telling Jon he’s not responsible for everything gives hope. Yes! Therapy!

#137 The Slaughter ritual & Gertrude was fond of Gerry :( The Watcher’s Crown??

#138 “And then the sky blinked.” Elias is literally the ‘no need to thank me’ meme and Jonah and Smirke knew about the 14 fears and then he dies or smthn

#139 The life and crimes of Agnes. Jon MAYBE saw Peter’s plan and- PRAISE THE LORD, JON LIKES MARTIN!!

#140 Stupid Maxwell. Also, Santa is working working with the Devine Host (/j) & we’re going on a trip! :D

#141 Salesa statement from boat guy. Oh, Jon, I see why Martin has a crush on you now. 10/10 voice acting on everyone’s part.

#142 JEEZ, JON! You gave this poor woman literal trauma! Goodness…

#143 oh, it’s Manuela! Jon looked AT the darkness and HELEN IS A SAVIOR!

#144 MARTIN! We do NOT talk to people like that! Especially Daisy! This isn’t you! The Extinction is real, I guess, but, come on! Not cool.

#145 Gertrude is COLD. Dude’s head is somewhere in the institute- uh-

#146 5 people? Goodness, Jon. He can’t control it though, can he? Helen got Marcus and Basira is off to meet with Annabelle friggin Cane.

#147 Okay. No, he can control it. I love Anna. I also got Nikola flashbacks. Oh boy.

#148 Not 5 seconds in and Elias gets assaulted. Jon is worried for Martin and he read a statement about The Eye. A.

#149 Concrete Jungle. Oh and Martin is using Lonely powers. Greaaat.

#150 Homophobic endless houses and Melanie really said “nuh uh” to her job

#151 Simon is my new husband. Uhhh. He answered Martin’s questions, yada yada, he has Lonely powers

#152 More of The Buried. Jon and Helen chat more about avatar crap.

#153 Another odd desolation flesh cult, also Trevor and chic is here and he is HUNGRY

#154 Gerry’s dead dad gives a statement. J + M both F bomb, very gay, eye gouging is the only way out. (“It’s pretty drastic.” “What you gotta gouge your eyes out or something?” “…” “…” “…” “Fuck off.” <- funniest conversation in the whole series)

#155 Guy kills others to keep himself alive + MEL IS REMOVING HER EYES- OKAY-

#156 More extinction about an abandoned park and I am very scared for Martin

#157 another extinction- OMG MEL AND GEORGIE! Did… Helen stab Jon?

#158 SO MUCH. Martin played Lukas, Daisy is feral, ELIAS IS JONAH, Not!Sasha is loose, disaster duo is here, Martin is stuck in Lonely, Gertrude wanted ‘Elias’ to kill her. WHAT.

#159 Peter shares his story, is evaporated. “I see you, Jon…”

#160

Look at the sky, Martin. It’s looking back.

I OPEN THE DOOR!