#int: elias

[pixelblue2016]

"Ah... That's seriously my bad, sorry. I mean, you did say you wanted to have some people to talk to so...?"

[[ // @your-friend-silver asked this, but Flutters lost the original link/question so hopefully this is ok! ]]

[blcssom]

closed for @lambsgod

dumb bitch juice — rachel chinouriri | i'm not the type to judge / but you're cheap and you're basic / you bring nothing to this table / and i'll end up the one / who needs healing 'cause I'm dumb enough / to sit at your table / i've been here before but / i'll be giving it the same excuse / that “he looks so cute”

"oh, come on...... don't act like you aren't gonna help bail me out one last time." and , in case they need extra motivation, his lips curl into a sheepish, innocent, grin. "for old time's sake?"

[gracland]

closed starter for @lilacheavns / prompt linked in source muse: elias walker ( logan lerman. thirty. undercover detective. )

"whoever the fuck that is needs to learn to keep their hands off of you." elias huffs out, unable to mask the envy etched all over his tone. it's not like they're exclusively together, but she feels his and he can't help it when his possessive side rears its ugly head. he would've given anything to stay home, but they hadn't left his flat for a week straight and she had eventually coaxed him out to some party her friend was throwing.

[silkchvffon]

❛ ✖︎  —  closed  starter  —  @invcntions​. °

     HE  KNOWS  KOA  IS  COMING  TONIGHT  (  at  least  that  much  he’s  been  able  to  pry  out  of  marci  ),  and  he’s  been  telling  himself  he’s  ready,  but  elias  is  still  standing  in  a  corner  facing  the  wall  like  a  loser.  the  party’s  buzzing  around  him,  new  people  entering  and  exiting  every  minute,  and  he’s  scared  turning  around  will  make  it  more  real.  still,  he  should  know  that  he  can’t  hide  in  here  forever,  and  as  if  on  cue  a  girl  taps  his  shoulder  to  get  past  him  to  the  bottle  of  vodka  he’s  blocking.  «  sorry,  »  elias  says  sheepishly  as  he  moves  out  of  his  comfort  spot,  and  even  though  he’s  telling  himself  not  to  he  can’t  help  it  when  his  eyes  flutter  up  and  gazes  around  the  room.  he  also  can’t  help  it  when  he  sees  the  familiar  shape  of  his  ex,  dark  hair  and  kind  eyes,  and  his  legs  set  into  motion  as  if  by  memory.  his  mind  is  telling  him  to  stop,  to  turn  the  other  way,  to  find  lincoln,  but  the  heart  wants  what  it  wants.  «  koa,  »  elias  breathes,  almost  like  a  prayer,  angry  at  himself  for  breaking  his  one  rule:  leave  koa  alone.  for  such  a  smart  boy  he  should  know  better  —  elias  is  tied  to  koa  by  some  invisible  string.  in  no  version  of  their  story  do  they  not  find  each  other.  «  good  to  see  you.  when  did  you  get  back  ?  »

[rowonlgc]

YOU’VE GOT MAIL !⠀›⠀@lgcbrooke

river,

it’s been a while since i last wrote. did i worry you? or were you secretly hoping that i went off and died in a ditch somewhere so there’s no obligation to write back? unfortunately, for you, i’m still alive and kicking (ha). but barely. it’s been busy. work really picks up around this time of year. i didn’t even go home for chuseok. same for you? what do you do? don’t think i ever asked.

remember when i told you about that little ba my friend’s roommate? the one who doesn’t like me for no reason. he’s been a pain in the ass lately. can’t even come by for a minute without him making a big deal out of it. weird, right? i haven’t done anything to him, but he’s here acting like i ran over his dog or stole his girlfriend - maybe i should, so he has an actual reason to hate me. kidding.

also i was thinking. since we’re in the same area now, isn’t it about time that we meet up? no pressure. only if you want to.

elias x

[ofcruelheart]

closed to @lospartisanos / deaw & elias / elias' home

Deaw remains motionless, their dark gaze drifting like a feather caught on the breeze - first affixing upon a bust, then wandering to one of the attendant replicants, before finally settling on Elias.

Despite their best efforts, Deaw feels a a soft bloom of color tinting their cheeks. While photoshoots and interviews for the opera are commonplace, being the subject of a painting, especially one crafted by a founder of Stoneage, is a rarity. Elias's gaze holds the power to both create and dismantle in a single sweep, and his fingers, Deaw notes, possess a dexterity that suggests capabilities extending far beyond the canvas. In his presence, Deaw is acutely aware of being seen and rendered.

"What is it about painting that draws you to it, Elias?" Their voice is soft as a sigh, careful not to draw in too much air as they speak, careful not to disrupt the composition.

[selfmademythology]

starter for: @beneathoaktrees | elias & birdie. location: capitol celebration after the tribute parade.

There's a new found fear that plagues Birdie each time she crosses paths with her cousin. It's something she'd never admit to, or dare to name -- But each time Elias comes into vie, her stomach knots, concerned he'll be happily announcing a new horror he'd dreamed up. His role as Head Gamemaker is a coveted honor in the Capitol. It's turned him into a celebrity, but anyone who is more than a spectator of the Games knows he's an executioner. After the Quarter Quell, it's clear that nothing is off limits -- If you want to stay alive, you need to make the right friends. For Birdie, she had luck on her side -- Elias is family. She's not naive enough to believe he'd give her some sort of advantage, but the fact that she already has a relationship with him is far better than most. There is less of a need to put on a show in the hopes of being noticed. (And there is a small, small sliver of hope that their shared connection will cause a misstep, and leave her with something of value to take back to Nico and the other Victors.)

"You made quite the spectacle last year," Birdie points out, both knowing the unspoken truth of the Quell -- No one is safe. No Victor, and certainly not their loved ones. If she'd stood on a different side of the metaphorical fence, she'd find it ingenious. The last Quell had sought to do the same, but sparked an ill-fated rebellion. This one had solidified it predecessor to a new generation in the Districts. "You have big shoes to fill," She continues with a shrug, a small bit of laughter passing her lips. "Even if they are your own."

[brckensociety]

she watched him curiously as he uncapped the vial, her body feeling a spark as she inhaled the scent. "holy..." midnight breathed out as she felt a pain in her gums and pupils dilating. "let's." **time skip** there was a buzz inside the femme as she stood over her ex, hand gripping the knife she'd been given by elias, holding it against the neck of the restrained male. "you took so much from me, i believe it's time i return the favour." she spoke looking back at the taller male, "i just cut and then... bite?" she queried, a need to do this right, for elias, seeming to invade her mind.

though she sounded sure, elias hesitated - not wanting this to be an experience she looked back with regret. maybe she needed one more push. secured from around his neck on a small bronze chain, the vampire uncapped a vial of blood, human && pure. let its scent waft in the air, watching her close, a smile growing as his fangs protruded, and his eyes began to glow. they were stronger when they were in their natural form, no restraint, all their energy focused on the feed. once she started to drink from their victim, she would see. " come on. " and he handed her a knife, before breaking the window in with ease. " let's get some fucking revenge. "

[bruiisedpetals-a]

❝ i didn’t imagine it could be so beautiful out here. ❞ [ .. ] yoren snow says to elia dayne ( @starofdorne ) WINTERFELL.

the last time he'd been outside winterfell's walls, years ago, it had been earlier into this long summer... now it seems to be closer to winter — house stark's motto more and more apparent as the snowfall grew heavier and colder, month by month, year by year. icicles twinkled in the sunlight, the lake now frozen over entirely save for some patches he could tell were thin. ❝ the southerners love to go on about how the cold destroys all things beautiful; another thing that are horribly incorrect about. ❞ he had approached from the side, by coincidence happening upon the woman, having a vague idea who she was but yet to meet her. a dornish northener, or a northborn dornishwoman? oddly similar to him; but his maternal lineage was rooted in the reach. ❝ i was a young boy last time i was here, very little and very much has changed. lady elia, i assume ... i hadn't thought to meet you, or anyone, out here. it seems everyone is far more preoccupied with tonights feast. ❞

𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃.

[silkchvffon]

❛ ✖︎  —  closed  starter  —  @invcntions​. °

     THEY’RE  SUPPOSED  TO  BE  PRE  –  GAMING,  it  was  even  elias’  suggestion  just  so  he  could  ease  up  those  nerves  of  his,  but  he’s  barely  touched  his  now  lukewarm  beer.  he  can’t  meet  lincoln’s  eyes  because,  having  been  away  at  college  for  the  entire  semester,  elias  knows  he’s  going  to  say  yes  to  anything  his  best  friend  wants  —  including  this  party.  he  is  already  notorious  for  disliking  parties,  but  even  more  so  when  he’s  gonna  have  to  navigate  his  way  around  koa  again.  elias  loudly  groans  as  he  stretches  out  on  the  couch.  «  actually,  i’m  not  feeling  very  well,  »  he  lies,  badly,  glancing  at  his  friend.  «  maybe  we  can  just  stay  in  ?  order  a  pizza  and  watch  the  office  or  something.  »

[detruines]

while it’s true that jackie is heading towards caos tattoos, she doesn’t rush over when she notices the shop is being closed right before she could even get there. it’s not like getting tattoos is one of her plans tonight ⸻ jackie was just hanging around the area when she came across the tattoo shop earlier, clearly still open by that time so she wanted to check it out, and since she’s already here it’s only right she gets a new tattoo, right? “well, there goes my luck,” she sighs, feigning a disappointed look. “don’t you have like new client privilege or something? i’m only late by what, five seconds?” jackie is not usually a demanding person, and she’s not trying to be, but she thinks it would be fun to try and convince him anyways. “come on, i just wanna get something easy and sweet. what are you in the rush for anyways?”

for: open @valpostart. where: caos tattoos, quilpe.

the shop's 'open for walk-ins!' motto has long reached its limit. elias can see the figure walking up from the window, but he's already set on locking the door. open sign, shut off. keys, in hand. steps out and swiftly locks it without making the effort to buy them any time. turns, speaks aloud: " we're open late, but you're just a little too late. " a sorry attempt at a light joke— a make up for the rushed door slam.

[grapehyasynth]

give me your lyricssssss, 33, 68, 90 <3

yayyyy

33. Om du inte fanns - Omar Rudberg

oooh I gotta go with 'Ett frö blev till blomma/ Växte upp ur det tomma' because of the @misfithive shirt i bought!

68. Tiger Mountain Peasant Song - Fleet Foxes

I have genuinely never really paid attention to the lyrics for this song and I'm really enjoying reading them now. Ummm favorite lyrics. I'll put two since I can't choose: "In the town, one morning I went/ Staggering through premonitions of my death" and "I don't know what I have done/ I'm turning myself to a demon"

90. Revolution - Elias

Oh man. I gotta go with "The city's on fire, but it's beautiful" or "The city's on fire, won't you burn it all?" I kind of want to make art of that at some point but haven't figured out what it would be.

[lavendel081]

seeing that family tree, i just need to know ALL about Eris' side of the family!

tell us as much as you can about her parents, her step-dad, her half-sister and her grandparents, please! \o/

literally kissing you for letting me talk about them!! I'm so grateful !! finna cry!! Thank you rahh!! I wanted to draw them all again, but I'm too tired with the webtoon (the next episode has 47 panels so that's a lot), so I'll just use the portraits I did of them!

Let's start with the OG!!! Grandpa!!

For fun I made a grandpa design before, and then got the idea to eventually do a prequel story for him! I don't know if I'll ever do it, so I guess I can talk about it here!

Grandpa doesn't have a canon name, but he lived in Pelican Town since he was born. He was the son of a doctor, and his childhood friend is Evelyn. After George moved to the valley, they become besties!! The old farmer in town is somewhat secluded, and has no family, but Evelyn happened to sometimes bring him food and take care of him, so one day Grandpa joins her. He decides he doesn't want to take on his fathers' legacy, and instead buy the farm from the old man. So int his story, the farm has only been in Eris family since grandpa, and well then kinda died with him until Eris comes to the valley. He has a younger sister, who may or may not take over the clinic instead (even if their father was against it at first, since they are v old-fashioned,,)

You can find some designs of other younger versions of npc here!!

Grandpa has one son! I don't think I'll give him any siblings, but yippie Elias! He looks a lot like Eris, and it's on purpose for Eris to strongly take after him instead of her mother.

He used to be a troubled youth, who, like his own father, didn't want to take on his fathers' legacy. So it's kind of a repeating cycle? He moved to the city v early on, didn't like living out in the valley. Maybe he's a bit like Sebastian in that sense? He mellows out a lot though and is a very gentle man. He and Ingrid/Eris Mom are both very laid back when it comes to raising their kids too. Mostly too busy with work, but it gives both girls an easy lifestyle!

With Ingrid, I happened to somehow mirror Robins story in a way, even though a lot less dark (at least in my version of Robins story)

Ingrid also had her first child very early on in life, somewhere in her early 20's. I'm still not sure if she necessarily got married to Marissa's/her first daughter's father, but they separated pretty quickly and their custody battle went fine? Marissa isn't very close to her father, but they aren't necessarily on bad terms. Ingrid is very independent, and is the main bread winner. She's also 4 years older than Elias and taller than him. (She still wears heels around him, though.)

Marissa is 8 years older than Eris, but they are semi-close! She's not very good at showing her feelings, but she cares a lot for her sister in her own way. When they were younger, and their parents often weren't home, Marissa took Eris to restaurants, so they could have dinner together. So she also helped raise Eris a lot.

She also often did Eris hair and picks her clothes! She might be so famous at this point, that she might appear in my webtoon soon, he-he! Marissa is like her mother, very independent and focused on her goals. She also has a very sharp tongue, in the sense that she says what she thinks.

And that's everyone, I think!! Thank you again for letting me talk about them that means so much to me rahh!!!

[magnus-art-appreciation]

✨Welcome!✨

This blog will serve as a board through which I will attempt to share old TMA art found on this site. There are plenty of wonderful works which have been forgotten to time, I hope to share them with the current fandom.

There will be a tagging system in place, by character, year and probably the nature of the artwork (e.g. if it's a scene from the podcast or a meme)

Update:

Tags work like this:

#ACT: *year the artwork was posted* (kinda self-explanatory

#INT. Sleepless nights (artwork for statements, imagery from statements, etc.)

#INT. Magnus Institute (canon scenes from the podcast featuring the main cast)

#INT. Casting choices (character sheets and character line-ups, people showing their designs)

#INT. Office comedy (ooc stuff and memes, fanon and fandom shenanigans)

For characters it's just

#CHAR. *character's name*

ALSO the Jonah Magnus and Elias Bouchard tags are separate the way they used to be

Another thing, there will be old character designs predating the current fanon

PLEASE DO NOT HARASS ANYONE JUST BECAUSE YOU DONT LIKE THEIR DESIGN OR INTERPRETATION. Some of these will even predate many of the stuff in canon so please be mindful of that

ENJOY!

[goldenboywrites]

run boy run

The flames from their fire licked at Beckett’s skin. The smoke was heavy in his lungs as he breathed in and out slowly. It had been two weeks since he had been reunited with a small portion of his guard, and they had been hiding in the wilderness ever since. It had been a long six months, and Beckett was half tempted to reach out and touch the flames just to confirm that he was alive. There were fleeting moments where he wasn’t sure - convinced he had died after his brother killed their father, framed Beckett for it, sold him to a hostile neighboring country, and told everyone he had murdered Beckett as a way to avenge their fallen father. 

He hadn’t because Conrad’s bravery was an illusion he gave to the people. He hadn’t even come to place Beckett in chains and drag him out of his quarters. He sent others to do his dirty work. He hadn’t even dared to kill Beckett because he knew that any fight between them wouldn’t rule in his favor; it would be the last mistake his brother ever made. 

From what he was told after he was dragged from the castle and transported by carriage to Keblon, Elias, Beckett’s right hand and more of a brother to him than his actual brother, he had already been suspecting Conrad of foul play. He cozied up to Conrad, proclaimed his loyalty, and waited for him out the details. Conrad did not outright tell Elias, but he said enough that he could connect the dots. Eventually, Elias and a few others who could be trusted turned on Conrad and traveled to Keblon to break out Beckett, their true king. 

“You should eat.” Elias joins Beckett around the fire, shoving a tin plate of roasted venison under his nose. Beckett takes it without thought but doesn’t eat any. Food these days tastes like ash. “Before you head to the temple.” The temple of Selunio. At first, Beckett had refused to entertain altering their journey to include a stop there, but he was no match for Elias’ stubbornness. The temple of Selunio is where it is prophesied that a King from Beckett’s family line shall approach the altar to receive a gift, but only in dire times. When experiencing hardships, his father traveled to his temple for prayer, where he had his grandfather and the Kings from their line. It didn’t make sense for Beckett to risk going to the temple. His brother, by now, must have received word he had broken out of Keblon, and this was the first place he would look for Beckett. But Elias felt it was worth the risk. 

At one point, Beckett loved this prophecy. His ancestors had built the temple and maintained it for decades. He had never been but listened intently to his father’s descriptions of the place. Throughout his childhood, it had been a symbol of protection, history, and guidance. But after all he had been through, Beckett no longer believed in a state of grace. If he were to take back his throne, it would be done by his own hands. 

“Eat,” Elias said with a huff. Well, who was Beckett to disappoint his people? 

___________________________________

The temple of Selunio was far grander than Beckett had ever imagined, and he had imagined this place a lot growing up. Pillars carved with gold inlay reached the ceiling. Statues of the Kings before him guided him as he walked to the altar. To the far right, outside of the temple, there was a natural spring with clear water flowing from a waterfall. His footsteps were the only sound besides the water as he walked across the marble. Only Kings were allowed to enter this sacred temple, so he left Elias and the rest of his men a few miles away. 

Beckett approached the altar quickly, withdrawing his dagger from the strap on his thigh. “Hear me,” He said out loud, his words echoing through the temple. “I am of the Savoy line, the rightful king of Adria. Hear me as I have been called to this temple in my most dire need. I request guidance to return the rightful king to the throne. Take my offering,” He sliced the dagger across the palm of his hand, holding it as blood dripped into a pearl bowl on the center of the altar. “And grant me the gift to take my destiny back.” 

He waited until the throbbing in his hand was too painful to ignore. Beckett sighed and wiped the blood off his pants. He wasn’t ready to return to his men empty-handed. He could only imagine the look of disappointment on their faces. We are going to lose. It had been an ever present thought in his mind. One that made him want to give up the throne entirely. I don’t have it in me to lead them anymore. I’ve lost too much of myself. Maybe the gods weren’t listening because Beckett wasn’t cut out for the throne. Maybe it was always supposed to turn in his brother’s favor. 

Maybe he just wasn’t cut out for all of it. 

Beckett sniffled, wiping under his eyes with the back of his hand. He made his way over to the water, tugging off his boots and dipping his feet in. The water was warm and soothing and felt good against his tired bones. He dipped his bleeding hand in next, watching as the red spread throughout the water. He didn’t want to return to his men like this. Elias knew him well enough to see through any mask, and Beckett had difficulty keeping himself from showing his genuine emotions. He felt hopeless, lost, and unworthy of his men’s loyalty and love. “Please,” He begged, tilting his back and looking up at the sky,  “Gods, please help me.”

@magiclwritings

[little-watcher]

As your boomerish and overprotective father, I feel I ought to say something about this.

Who allowed you to get your nose pierced, you little rapscallion?!

@elias-magnusnt

i dun no, dad. may be the re wa s a po int in time wh en my par ents we re dea d and i wanted t o do som ething to sp ite th em? al so, um……. ca n i as k a litt le fav or?