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"do you think we might be the only people left alive? you know, other than the infected?" (elias & rhea)
"would it bother you if we were?" he asked, a genuine curiosity. see, he'd grown quite fond of rhea over their weeks of seemingly being stuck together if only for the sake of not going absolute insane in the silence that was being... alone. it was once rare to see other people now it just seemed impossible. "do i make such awful company?" he asked, his dark eyes searching for her answer. he knew he wasn't exactly a good man but he didn't think he had really been bad to her, not yet at the very least.
"i'm sure it isn't just us left rhea, maybe we're just thinking about this all wrong... maybe whoever remains, went underground or into the caves, it'd be a smart thing to do. here-" he was up a ledge, extending his hand down for her to take so they could continue hiking. "if it's just us well, we've a whole lot of the world to see.. then we've a really gut wrenching decision to make on if we let the human race continue or say fuck the human race, all very deep stuff. see, you were wondering about people, i'm just hoping we bump into a dog. i'd quite like a dog." his head tilted in thought. "what if the humans we eventually meet, aren't very human like anymore?"
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Hihihihihi helllllloooooo is me again
How are you doing ^^
Hey there!
One of the anons told me you “like me”!
HAHA
Is that true!?
#sorry this has been sitting in my ask box for so long my tumblr doesn’t give me notifications for my asks for some reason#elias interactions#tf2 green team#tf2#team fortress 2#team fortress two#team fortress oc#tf2 oc#tf2 ocs#tf2 ask blog#tf2 rp blog#tf2 oc askblog
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Yandere!Hero (Chosen One) x Saint!Reader
Being the Hero – the Chosen One – means that the world’s fate is on Elias’ shoulders. He’s long since forgotten how to live for himself, his life belonging to everyone but him. He’s merely a puppet that’s being strung along by the world for the sole purpose of saving it.
At first, he was honored to be chosen as the Hero – it’s a privilege most don’t get. But everyone expects too much – everything – from him. His life is carefully shaped into what others want of him, people only looking at his role and not him as a person.
Now, he fights and saves people due to duty, not desire. There is no sparkle of pride when he helps villagers. Instead, all that is left is another thing checked off of his mental checklist. Now, he just wants to rest. He just wants things to be over.
So that’s why he despised the idea that some Saint from the Church would be his “helper.” Traveling with someone else is only going to slow him down. Not to mention the fact that he doubts the Saint has ever seen bloodshed and disease like he has.
But when he actually meets and travels with you, the Saint, he realizes that you’re actually not that bad. You’re actually kind of nice. He’d expected you to turn your nose at the commoner population, refusing to heal them, but you actively seek them out to help. You’re kind and gentle, but headstrong. Even when you’re visibly exhausted, you do your best to keep going.
It’s… kind of impressive, actually. He had misjudged you, perhaps.
Even now, you’re helping the knights that were attacked by bandits (which Elias had vanquished), healing not only their bodies but their souls, too. He can’t help but look at you, a raw beacon of kindness that he hasn’t seen before in his travels.
Once you’re done healing the knights, you look up at him, before a gasp escapes your lips. “Elias!”
He blinks at you, curiously.
“You’re bleeding!”
“Ah.” Elias looks down at his hand, blood dripping down his fingers. He had instinctively grabbed a knife by the blade earlier because he wouldn’t have been able to dodge it in time. “This is nothing.”
“Oh, shush!” you say, approaching him. You push him towards a tree stump, forcing him to sit, which he allows. Carefully, you take his hand in yours, frown deep set on your mouth. Your hand is so warm that it makes his heart burn.
“You’re tired,” he states, bluntly. He doesn’t tug his hand out of yours. “You’ve healed too many people.”
“I can–”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Rest for now, Saint. I am fine.” And he’s right – he’s the Hero, after all. His wounds heal much faster and better than a normal human being. He doesn’t necessarily need your healing.
“Still,” you murmur, looking up at him. “Can I at least clean and bandage it?”
It’s pointless, really, but Elias says, “Do what you want.”
So you do. You disinfect and clean his wound, before carefully wrapping his hand with bandages. For some reason, his heart squeezes painfully as he watches you tend to him so gently. He doesn’t remember if anyone’s ever treated him this kindly.
“There.” You look proud of yourself. It’s kind of cute.
“You didn’t have to,” he mutters without really thinking about it.
You give him a smile that makes his brain stop. “I wanted to. I want to support you.”
For some reason, your words almost make him want to cry. He’s not sure why – he’s seen so much death and destruction to the point that his emotions have become numb. Yet, you bring flickers of his feelings back to him – happiness, sadness, anger, love.
You make him feel like he has an existence beyond just being the Hero. You make him feel human.
So, how can he let you go? He can’t – and he’ll do everything he can to make you his. Even if it means he has to destroy the world.
#yandere oc#male yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#tw yandere#tsuuper ocs#yandere hero x reader#yandere imagines#yandere boyfriend#yandere oc x you#yandere oc x reader#Elias Lightrend Tsuu OC#male yandere oc x reader#male yandere oc#2024 yan/monstertober tsuutarr#i love this loser#he's so...... listen i have Thoughts#he hasn't had a lot of human interactions since he's traveling as the Hero TM to safe the world#so darling is the rare person he's been able to talk to + darling is like. the one person that doesn't expect things from him#and darling is one of the ppl that want to HELP him#so darling means a LOT go Elias and im just-- LISTEN
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AS THE WREN SHEDS HER FEATHER (ELIAS’S POV AFTER SEEING YOU OFF TO UNIVERSITY)
one of the servants unlocked the door to the manor and elias stepped inside, the peculiar quietness pressing down on him like an unexpected weight. it was strange—to be met with silence when he expected his little apple to come bounding downstairs or to be already lounging in the living room to greet him. he thought he’d have an easier time getting used to it, but now? he wasn’t so sure.
elias handed his tailor-made suit jacket to another servant, glancing at the framed picture on one of the mantles near the fireplace: you, as a young kid, perched on his shoulders, a grin lighting up your face. your mother’s arm is looped around his, a laugh in her eyes so identical to yours as she holds onto the two of you.
he could remember the day that picture was taken, but it wasn’t enough—just memories which grow blurry each day. so he went to his study, where he kept the home videos. the cabinet was hidden behind a stack of old books, almost as though he’d been trying to bury it. but tonight, with you miles away at yale and his heart feeling like it was suddenly too big and too heavy for his chest, he wanted to see her. he wanted to see both of you.
after a few minutes of sorting through the SD cards, he found one simply labeled, “to be remembered.” he slid it into the player, and the screen flickered, a bit staticky, before the familiar image of the manor’s living room filled the screen.
the camera was shaky at first, moving around as your mother laughed, “elias, you’re terrible at this. here, let me…” her hand appeared in the frame, reaching for the camera.
“no way!” elias’s voice, younger and far more cheery, filled with laughter, protested from behind the camera. “i’m the cameraman. you, mijn liefje, are the star.”
“oh, so you just get to sit back and watch, huh?” she teased with a fond roll of her eyes.
the camera settled, a little less wobbly, as elias zoomed in on you, toddling around with your hands outstretched for balance, your whole face lit up with excitement. you must have been barely two, still unsteady on your feet, wobbling a little as you reached for her.
“come here, sweetheart,” she said, crouching down to your level, arms open. “you can do it, just a few more steps.”
elias chuckled as he watched her coax you forward, a surge of warmth flooding his chest. he remembered how her face would soften every time she looked at you, the way her eyes would light up. and then he saw it again—how she laughed when you finally tumbled forward into her arms, her joy bubbling over.
the tape lurched forward in fits and starts, as if elias had just recorded whatever seemed meaningful at the time without thinking about how it would piece together later. the screen shifted to a birthday, candles on a homemade cake—your fifth birthday. you were wearing a crown made of a long balloon that you’d insisted on, sitting cross-legged at the table, and there were flecks of icing smudged on your cheeks. your mother was holding the cake, careful to keep it level, beaming as she leaned toward you.
“go on, make a wish!” she encouraged.
you closed your eyes so tightly, putting your hands together with exaggerated seriousness, lips moving silently as if asking the universe for something only a child could imagine. then, with a deep breath, you blew out all the candles in one go. the room erupted in cheers—your mother, your father, your kindergarten classmates, even some of elias’s business partners they’d invited over that day.
“what’d you wish for, apple?” elias’s voice asked from behind the camera.
“i can’t tell you, dada, or it won’t come true,” you said, grinning, eyes twinkling in the candlelight.
the camera lingered on your face, the pure joy and belief shining in your eyes. elias could remember how the moment felt then, with both of you so young and so certain that everything good could be held together just by love and laughter. he felt a pang in his chest, a memory too nostalgic to hold without pain.
the video cut to the christmas morning of 2009—your mother was filming this time, narrating with a chuckle as she zoomed in on the chaos of ripped wrapping paper and new toys scattered across the floor.
“look at this mess! who do you think is going to clean all this up?” she asked, mockingly stern, zooming in on you hiding behind the couch.
“dada!” you’d shouted, giggling as you peeked out from your hiding spot.
“wow, selling me out, huh?” elias’s younger self chuckled as he leaned into the frame, pretending to growl and chasing you around as you giggle and try to run away from him.
the frame then jumps to another clip of you in the center of the frame, small and wide-eyed, your tiny hands busy, your concentration fixed on hanging ornaments on the lower half of the tree. you were talking to yourself in that way only small children do, a quiet monologue about which ornaments went where and how important it was that they were balanced just right.
“that’s the glittery one!” your mother’s voice came through, rich with warmth and humor. the camera wobbled slightly as she adjusted the focus, trying to capture your handiwork up close. “are you sure it should go there?”
“mama,” you said, in that exasperated tone only a preschooler could muster, “i know where it goes.”
“oh, i see,” she laughed, the sound a warm, gentle ripple through the screen. she shifted the camera to capture elias as he stepped in, feigning seriousness, hands on his hips.
“is the decorating committee open to suggestions?” he asked, crouching down to your level with a grin.
“no,” you replied without missing a beat, making him chuckle.
he then reached over, lifting you off the ground in one swift motion, swinging you in a wide circle. you shrieked with delight, half trying to wriggle free, half clinging to him.
in the background, your mother could be heard laughing too, her voice just as bright and full of love as your giggles. as he lowered you back down, she moved closer, still holding the camera as she leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek.
“who’s the little ornament expert now?” she murmured, voice so close, so impossibly tender. she kissed you on one cheek, and elias joined in, kissing you on the other, making you squirm between them, giggling with each kiss.
“stop, stop!” you squealed, caught between pushing them away and clinging to them. “you’re both squishing me!”
“we just can’t help it,” your mother said, a soft laugh trailing off as she kissed you again. “you’re so loved, my sweet baby, you know that?”
elias’s voice was quieter but equally warm as he added, “we love you so, so much, little apple. more than anything.”
he pressed another kiss to your cheek, lingering, his voice almost catching, as if he was holding onto the moment where he truly felt like he was the richest man on earth.
elias hit pause. the screen froze on her face—her smile bright, eyes crinkling at the edges. he swallowed hard, feeling the tears well up before he could stop them. the years had done nothing to soften the edges of her absence. the house still echoed with her laugh some days, in small ways that felt like nothing and everything. he let the tears fall, a quiet acceptance of how deeply he still missed her.
finally, he pressed play again, as if he couldn’t bear to stop watching. he watched you grow through that grainy screen: you with your first lost tooth, your first day at school, your proud insistence on making dinner—omelette burnt to a crisp that elias and your mother had eaten anyway, praising every bite.
and then the last video came, a quiet day at the beach. the camera showed you and your mother on the sand, the waves lapping at your feet. she held your hand as the wind whipped through her hair, her smile soft and quiet as she watched you point excitedly at the seagulls swooping overhead. she bent down, saying something to you that he couldn’t quite hear over the sound of the waves, but he remembered the feeling of that day, of everything feeling just right in that one moment, sun dipping below the horizon in a blaze of color.
he watched as the sun began to sink lower in the video, casting a warm orange glow across the sand. and then she looked back at the camera, at him, her gorgeous eyes meeting his through the lens.
“come here, darling,” she called, beckoning him with a smile.
the camera dropped slightly as he walked toward her, and for a moment, all that was visible on the screen was a blur of sky and sand. then he set the camera down in the sand, angled just so, and the three of you were together, laughing as you stood side by side, the waves lapping at your ankles, the horizon stretching endlessly behind you.
and then, just like that, the tape ran out, the screen going to static.
elias sat there in the silence, his chest tight, the memories pressing in on him, so beautiful and aching all at once. he hadn’t let himself revisit these moments in years, too afraid of what they’d stir up, but now the memories felt as vital as air. he could almost hear her voice, feel the weight of her hand on his shoulder, see the way her eyes had softened every time she looked at you both.
he leaned back in his chair, one hand covering his mouth as he closed his eyes, letting the repressed emotions wash over him. the tears spilled over, hot and unbidden, the kind that left him feeling vacant and full at the same time.
he never cried in front of you like this, too afraid that it’d break the fragile tape that held the dam of your devastation upright. but now, elias didn’t even try to wipe the tears away. he let himself feel it all, the bittersweet ache of love and loss, the memories that filled the empty spaces your mother had left behind.
the silence seemed different now though, less hollow, filled with echoes of laughter and whispers of promises he’d made, long ago, to keep always keep going—for you, and for her.
#this was sitting in my drafts collecting dust#so i thought “why not?”#have some elias + MC’s mum snippets#if: the ballad of the young gods#interactive fiction#interactive novel#interactive story#twine wip#pov scenes#heir’s past
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dumb tma fic idea: when michael becomes the distortion it's still technically bound to the eye because his contract never ended with the institute/the eye. and he has to come in like once a week to do paperwork or he'll feel ill
#bro imagine#elias: oh michael can you organise these folders pls? thanks#*an hour later*#michael: here's your paperwork :) *sets it down on the table and it clips into the fucking underground tunnels* whoopsies. okay bye#idk i find the concept of it being extremely angry about having to do mundane office work very funny#the interactions with gertrude omg....#first week would be awkward as hell like#michael: hello gertrude :)#gertrude#who did not anticipate this:...hello michael#passive aggressively taking statements#michael: hi welcome to the magnus institute- omg hi i haven't seen you in ages! ! ! how are you! ! !#his latest victim that somehow managed to get out: What The Fuck#tma michael#tma#michael tma#michael#michael distortion#michael the distortion#tma the distortion#the distortion#idk i may be the only one who finds this funny.... idk
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the archives crew across all seasons is just one incredibly dysfunctional family that only exist because their deadbeat abusive dad won’t stop adopting new people because of his (unaddressed) need to prove himself as a successful man by raising a family and continuously failing miserably at it because he also decided to leave his empathy and morals back in the 15th century
#tma#the magnus archives#literally so many interactions between the archives crew and Elias come off as an incredibly dysfunctional family#the fact he goes after martin and melanie’s parents makes this especially funny because he just seems jealous of them#literally 99% of how he talks to Jon in s3 too#any of his interactions with tim in s3#he sounds like he’s scolding a rebellious teenager#elias bouchard#jonathan sims#melanie king#timothy stoker#martin blackwood#tma s3
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*Elias immediately hugs Welpe back*
I missed you too!
Sorry it’s been a few days!
*He gently pets Welpe’s head, placing a few small kisses against his forehead. He was trying to speak quieter since he was a bit paranoid about scaring the pup*
Uh… what was that?
Can’t quite understand German, puppy…
Welpe?
Hey!
Someone told me to come talk to ya!
How are you, puppy?
@tf2-green-ghosty
[Welpe doesn't even think before hugging Elias. He buries his face into their chest] Missed you... [Welpe looks up at Elias. He seems to hesitate for a moment before speaking quickly] Ich habe mich in dich verliebt.
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like tree, like apple
#NEPO BABIES UNITE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥#myart#elias bouchard#gwen bouchard#gwendolyn bouchard#tma#tmp#tmagp#the magnus archives#the magnus protocol#it’s technically both of them ok. dont bite my head off thank uuuu#eyestrain#week 2 pacing around the house thinking about the bouchard family and how much everyone sucks there#actually unbearable people to be around#inb4 next week’s episode proves that elias has never existed or whatever. WHATEVER. LEAVE ME ALONE#in my heart i know the reveal is happning in like (opens my third eye) s2. and in my heart i know they are siblings#Ok. Trust me on this one. inb4 they reveal elias to be some estranged uncle#as u can see i’ve thought about this a normal amount#I just made like my appendix hurt thinking sbout how much i want them to interact it’s over BRO IT’S OVERRRR#the way every bouchard is straight up Doomed because of their upbringing . UNWELL. inb4 gwen becomes the head of oiar and it’s all fucked.#There is something much more sinister going on
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"The Mechanisms were Jonathan Sims college band" and "Jon is the secret real past of Jonny D'ville" are both great takes but I present "Jon's descend into an unwilling antichirst figure is The Mecs new album and Jonny plays him in the songs because they just have very similar voices for some reason."
#tma#the magnus archives#the mechanisms#jonathan sims#jonny d'ville#the mechs singing about Jon's life and interacting with it as a way to get more of the story is fun#ashes would love to join the corrupt avatar old men group for the maniuplation#they would be in all elias and peter divorce and marriage parties#Jonny is angry that people actually call Peter capitain#he is also at all grifters bones shows#and even played with them once or twice#breakon and hope accidentally adopt the toy soldier for a while#ivy helps jon be a proper archivist#marius tries to psicoanalyse elias#jonny is also just melanies bestie#she call him better jon#brian and jon discuss what it is to be human#gunpowder tim makes a whole presentation about why blowing up the moon is cooler than blowing up some clowns and he is the better tim#he also gives weapons to Martin#ralph becames an eye avatar somehow#manuella and brian insult suns together#ashes and anabelle became besties#ashes annabelle and jude perry go to parties together#ashes also hangs with gertrude and agnes they might have helped them became a couple because they now tragic saphics is a mecs classic#nastya just chills with her girlfriend at earths orbity and accidentaly saves dark sacrifice space guy and lonely experiment guy#she also bonds with manuela they discuss about spaceships and suns#she and aurora add manuella to spicy their sex life for a bit as a friend with benefit of both
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Ghosts 2 where Hesh constantly tries to emulate Elias, down to every little action and gesture
Ghosts 2 where Hesh rationalizes ever decision he makes with "I have to do this because it's what Dad would do" "I need to do this because it's what Dad would have wanted" "What would Dad do if he was here?"
Ghosts 2 where Hesh feels "I have to save Logan because it's what Dad would have wanted" and not because Logan is the last living member of his family and he doesn't want to lose his little brother
Ghosts 2 where Hesh struggles with self-doubt and feelings of worthlessness because he feels he's unable to live up to the standards Elias had expected of him; feeling like he failed him because he was unable to protect Logan
Ghosts 2 where Hesh realizes he is more than what his family molded him into, that the only way for him to become a better version of himself and move on is to remove the shackles of the past; that he realizes he cannot hold himself to the same standard as those who came before him
Ghosts 2 where Hesh becomes his own person, and his actions are his own.
#i have a lot of feelings on this#as much as i love elias...#i definitely subscribe to the idea that he heavily parentified hesh#and that reflects in a lot of their interactions in the campaign#this is a main plot point that will be covered in legacy#because i love my boy#david hesh walker#hesh walker#logan walker#elias scarecrow walker#elias t walker#call of duty ghosts#cod ghosts#sapphire speaks
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so cat and mouse it'd apparently be, not that it was hard. elias was older than the first snow itself, he heard each falling snowflake, hearing her heartbeat was nothing in comparison. he slowly exhaled, a rumbling grown in his chest. he'd have respected a bolder approach, a statement of her business here since he considered it trespassing. the winter lord was bitter, he had grown colder over the years and yer people remained in his court, living in this region. he let himself melt into the night, into the shadows.
he couldn't remember how old he was when he realised he could become the darkness, part of the night, the back drop to the moonlight radiating over a blanket of white each winter night. in that darkness he looked and with ease, found, the heartbeat in his court that did not belong. he stepped out of the darkness behind her, looking down at the woman with dark hair. he inched forward until his icy breath leaned down to be at her ear height and whisper. "found you, little mouse." he was tall, broad and somehow both catastrophically handsome and utterly terrifying. power radiated off of him, a leaders aura never fading. "both how and why are you here, little mouse."
the heady smell of blooming winter roses sedate her frayed nerves with ease . breezes blow from the north , carrying with it wisps of memories lost to time with the brewing hoarfrost and a sweet , nightly perfume that she’s sure could smother her in her sleep ; the manor is vast ,�� endless , it seems —- and yet , there is no sign life within . when she calls , only ripples of her own voice respond , and when she walks , her shadow is her only company . somehow , she doubts even ghosts have dared to wander through these halls for decades . a pity , she muses briefly . her fingertips move aimlessly , wandering through its fundations , collecting dust as if to remind herself these were not the ruins of a dream .
in the quiet , she eases herself into a familiar sense of peace . it wasn't all bad --- being lost . there were worse things to be . but the serenity that had settled in her heart is suddenly eclipsed by a loud , demanding voice that seems neither friendly nor inviting. no , thank you . she promptly decides , sparing her limited , given words . fingers latch with a quickness at whichever doorknob was within reach —- and she slips into the darkness of the nearest room with ease , black mane and eyes blending effortlessly as she watches from a thin sliver , breath hitched , wondering from whom or what that voice was coming from .
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“ so what ? ~ if they see us coming out together we’ll figure something out…” - Seamus to Elias
@vvhiskeyneat
"Seamus.." Elias sighed softly, lowly. "I'd be painting a bigger target on your back than I already do." he spoke the words with regret, with concern. "Yes, before you bite my tongue off for saying it, I'm very aware you can defend and look after yourself but that is not the point. I like.." he inhaled deeply only to exhale through his nostrils that flared with want of trying to find the words. "I like the peace of mind it gives me to know that you're in as little trouble as possible on my behalf.. rumours are malicious, they're one of the worst forms of poison and jealous people make foolish mistakes. I would worry somebody else's jealousy would cost me something that I..." the word Elias, think of the right word. "..cherish."
The high lord of the night, intimidating as rumour would have it. Powerful, domineering, intimidating, cruel... none of which described Elias. The man behind the title. That is why he knew the power behind a rumour, he upheld the rumour of his reputation, he played a part.. because that it what it meant to protect the people that lived under his jurisdiction. "You know that if I could figure something out, I would never be without you... but you also know, I'll never go too far from you so on this occasion, trust me?" he asked looking up at him with eyes that reflected every star in the sky, the darkest of skies, the one that apparently belonged to him.
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An Elias x Reader short!
“Darling~ What did I say about using your hair pin to pick the lock?” Elias asks, hands being held behind his back as he watches you shake and tremble in the corner of his room. You sniffle, cowering as he just stands over you with a cheeky smile, like he wasn’t a terrifying beast of a man with unnatural capabilities.
“I-I…I just wanted to go to the-” “To the what love? The commons? The office perhaps?” he begins, his tone turning sour “Or maybe you wanted to run to that cowardly doctor and beg him to let you go, to let me be separated from you and our love once again”. His voice was low, anger slowly filling it as he stalks forward and kneels to meet your gaze, a hand coming to tilt your face up to meet his piercing irises. You tremble as he goes silent, simply making you stare as he admires and looks for God knows what. “K-Kitchen. I-I was just hungry. They dont bring you lunch if you’re out doing those tests and-” “So you were just neglected then?” He asks, it’s a dangerous question. You didn’t want to set him off, but what do you say? Anything could have him on a rampage and you dont want his, yours, or innocent blood spilled because he thinks he was wronged. “No! No, I was just hungry and I only ever really eat with you but I couldn’t wait! They never come by unless they see you’re checked back in so…” He goes silent, his eyes giving away nothing about what he was thinking. Suddenly, a smile creeps upon his face as he claps his hands together, standing back up and helping you to meet him. “Well! Looks like I'll have a word or two about their barbaric treatment! In the meantime, get back on the bed dearest, I'll secure you and go get you your food! Anything specific? I can even sneak those candy bars they’re so stingy about”. You just swallow, frozen and unable to think of anything but obeying and getting back on the bed that's held you prisoner. He usually lets you walk around and explore. You didn’t have a problem being with him at this place, but something about Lee had Elias on edge, unhinged and ready to end it all just for Lee even blinking in your direction. To say you were petrified and on edge was the biggest understatement of all time.
-Mommabean (thanks for reading!)
#please say something it breaks my heart for no interaction#Elias my oc#my ocs#yandere male#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#yandere x you#mommabean#yandere x reader#yandere x darling
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ellery knocks on the door of elias’ flat. he shouldn’t be there. shouldn’t know where elias lives. but it shouldn’t know a lot of things. but it knows that people who hurt his brother don’t get off scot free. it knocks again.
“hello? anyone home?”
Elias doesn’t get visitors. Ever. He opens the door a few feet, holding the threshold and standing in the gap. He’s holding a machine gun in his unoccupied hand, and wearing socks with no shoes.
Elias is practically surprised to see them there. But not really.
“Hi again, kid.”
#tma rp#the swordsman#elias battles ellery#<//ooc: this will be a new tagging system for all interactions like how Laertes bothers people lol
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Would you say Mother had a set personality, or will it be a case of what MC's personality is is what Mother's personality was?
That... that made sense, right?
mother was... a character, that’s for sure. she has a set personality, but is also very fluid, if that makes sense. neither elias nor MC really understood her ever since there were aspects of her life that remained a mystery to them.
she had secrets she took to the grave and there’s a point in the game when a character kind of laughs at MC and asks them if they even knew the woman that they’ve been mourning for almost a decade.
MC does have traits that they inherited from them aside from her looks (like parts of her ambition and intelligence), but personality wise, she is pretty unknowable.
#the only thing you can be 100% sure about is that she loved MC and elias till her dying day#if: the ballad of the young gods#interactive fiction#interactive novel#interactive story#twine wip
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my thoughts on certain characters being the 'minister'
Peter Lukas - I think it's unlikely bc no jonah to make a wager with to get him off the boat so he's probably still at sea buutt if it was him think it would funny bc he'd definitely have 'disappeared' Collin just to not deal with him
Simon Fairchild - he wouldn't give a shit like we saw him with the extinction stuff he'd just not care about what the OIAR is doing at all and I think that would be funny
Annabelle Cane - that would be verryy plot relevant and also probably the same annabelle Cane from tma bc she said she'd either go with the fears or die and so far as I can remember they said there was no sign of her I would love a return of annabel mainly just bc I love her
Sasha James - more likely to be the new IT person but also I desperately just want sasha to be alive and well I also think she'd be very good at her job we knew she would have made a good archivist but an actual one rather than eldritch horror one so maybe she's a librarian somewhere completely separate
Tim Stoker - I strongly believe he wouldn't take it seriously and would flirt with every one and make jokes about the computers looking worse for wears until he hears about collin and just makes jokes about collin
Danny Stoker - would be funny but would also mean Tim is not linked to the supernatural at all bc he only got involved after Danny's death so if Danny's fine so is Tim and I need Tim to be ok also I think it would be a fun link without them just having the same cast as tma
Elias Buchard (the real one) - would imply gwen is a nepo baby which would be really funny to see them interact also wonder how jonah would feel about it also he was a stoner so I don't think he'd be good at his job and this would be very funny
Jurgen leitner - he's probably dead but I think this would be fun and we don't know if he even had his library in this world but if he did and then became the minister of the oiar that's a bad way to hide and I think he'd die pretty quickly
Daisy Tonner - she would penalise them for everything she'd be so strict on them and probably aggressive I also think its unlikely to be her she'd hate the bureaucracy and would probably empathise with collins solution to their problems
someone new - the fandom reaction would be funny as fuck like we've spent all this time theorising and guessing and then it's no one we've ever heard of before I just think it would be a funny way to throw off everyone
sorry this so long lmao
#if it is annabel then her interactions with celia are gonna be interesting#i also dont really have a theory on who i actually think it will be but im excited to find out#mild spoilers#the magnus archives#tma#tmagp spoilers#tmagp thoughts#tmagp theory#tmagp#tmagp podcast#elias bouchard#peter lukas#simon fairchild#annabelle cane#tim stoker#danny stoker#sasha james#jurgen leitner#daisy tonner#alice tonner#tmagpod
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