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peter is the type of guy who would buy all the seats on an airplane/train just so he could be alone
song of the day!
today I chose lonelyeyes vibes:
day 39- Never Love an Anchor {The Crane Wives}
song of the day!
we have some lonelyeyes vibes today:
day 36- Oh Lately It’s So Quiet {OK Go}
song of the day!
its stuck in my head rn and also (kind of? in my opinion anyway) lonelyeyes vibes:
day 34- Arachnophobia {Meth Wax}
I had another idea for the Rich Old Man Squad roadtrip au
its not much but yk how on most roadtrips you rotate between drivers so one person isnt driving the whole time? yeah well tgat doesnt happen here, peter drives the whole time. its not just that though; all pf them have their own little spot and theres an unspoken agreement that everyone stays in their spot. so example elias rides shotgun the whole time, simon rides in the back on the drivers side, etc.
oh also simon is that little bitch who annoys everyone (mostly peter though) by going “are we there yet” every five seconds 💀
more Rich Old Man Squad(™) roadtrip au ideas
yeah so I had more ideas for the Rich Old Man Squad roadtrip au and thought I would share them
so I’ve decided it’s in the us bc I think it would be really funny for them to flounder and struggle as none of them are all that familiar with america
and a scene idea ✨
bc none of them know how to use technology all that well, elias (whos riding shotgun) has a paper map and hes attempting to give peter (whos driving) directions and he Knows what exit they’re looking for but it doesnt match up with the map so they keep missing the exits they need bc elias is confusing peter. there is a shouting match as they go back and forth on the issue. meanwhile, leitner is angrily reading, rayner is repeatedly slamming his head against his seat, salesa has his hands covering his ears in a futile attempt to block out the shouting as he not-so-subtly reads over leitner’s shoulder, and simon is basking in all the fear of the vast that occurs on the american highway system (the others think hes asleep and are amazed at how he can sleep through elias and peter screaming at each other but hes actually just living people’s fear)
edit: I forgot to ask but should I turn this into a fanfic, or at least keep it as a reoccuring thing on this blog?
I made fanart of the Rich Old Man Squad(™) ✨
so I saw @masao-micchi video using the same base and decided that I absolutely had to draw it
I did not do any of them justice but I tried ok 😭
(yes I’m aware how shitty simon’s hair is, its hard to draw with motion blur on)
also I found this comment chain which is absolute gold
and I decided to make a roadtrip au based on it
my ideas so far are as follows:
-at some point they all stop at a hotel for the night and they get three rooms, two people each (leitner and salesa, simon and rayner, peter and elias). putting peter and elias in the same room with only one bed was not a good idea, and simon reminds them the next day that hotel walls are not very thick.
-someone lets simon play music. chaos ensues.
-at some point peter, elias, simon, and rayner all collectively decide to try and ditch leitner and salesa somewhere. it does not go well.
does anyone want to see a lonelyeyes scene I wrote during spanish bc I was super bored? ofc they do!
(sorry if this a little ooc I was just bored and I wanted to write something and this was the first thing that popped into my head, also I’ve never written with them before lol)
{“Ah, Peter, good evening.” Elias didn’t look up from his paperwork when his husband (the divorce would be finalized in a week) appeared in his office. “Good evening Elias.” He didn’t elaborate, instead leaning on his husband’s desk and watching him work.
“Did you need something?” Elias glanced up as Peter shook his head. He watched as Peter reached out and gently trailed a hand over the lapel of Elias’ jacket. “This office of yours is so dusty,” Peter murmured. Elias chuckled. “Yes, I suppose so.”
There was a short pause before he added, “Are you doing anything tonight?” Peter seemed startled by the question for a moment before amusement overtook his annoyingly handsome features. “Are you asking for a date night?”
The shorter man’s eyes stayed on the paper in front of him and his voice was carefully level as he answered, “Not exactly, but something like that. I thought perhaps we could go for a walk. I know you enjoy them, Peter.” The captain was quiet for a moment before he replied, “Alright, yes. Sounds quite nice. Maybe if you’re lucky we’ll both get a meal.” Elias chortled darkly. “Yes, because asking people on the street for a statement will be such a good contribution to my already wonderful reputation.” Peter shrugged. “Well, you never know.”
He slid off the desk with practiced ease before looking back to his husband. He held out a hand, and Elias, having finally put his pen down, took it, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. Peter pulled him a bit further than strictly necessary, until their chests were nearly flush. The captain closed the distance between them and gently pressed his lips to Elias’s before the latter took a small step back.
“Really, Peter? That was hardly necessary.” Peter gave him a small smile but didn’t deign to reply, instead leading them out of the office, towards the outside.}
thoughts?
They’re on their seventh divorce
we need more divorcebaiting. how strongly can canon imply (without technically outright stating) that these two characters are bitterly, acrimoniously divorced? essential we explore this
the peter/elias ship name shoulda been EyeEyeCaptain
Am I the only one who finds the concept of the lonely really comforting. To me it sounds great, you’re all alone, no one there to judge you, no one to tell you to stop being weird, no one I have to force myself to communicate with. This might just be my autism but it sounds like a free vacation. Also it reminds me of tomato soup. Although lately it’s been strange, everywhere I go there’s fog following, probably nothing
There are only two genders: Elias “Attention Whore” Bouchard, and Peter “Dont Fucking Look at Me” Lukas
And I swing wildly between both.
With an axe.
That was remarkably easy to buy in central London.
those bitches are the reason im staying late
drawing man men is so hard guys ..... save me.......
Once upon the misty moors...
... there lived a lonely young man, living simply with his mother as many did in a small house in a village on the domain of their lord in Greymoor.
Not much can be said of those early years, not much this young man would have wanted to repeat that bore mentioning at least. All that can be said was that one day his mother fell ill, and with the rumoured sightings of a strange woman in a red skirt, face hidden by a cloak and smelling of death, bringing with her to his door nothing more than rake whilst he was away...they should have known there was nothing that could be done.
But that certainly didn't stop him from trying though. Working hard and long each day on their farm and on the properties surrounding it. Selling their only cow, their chickens and what little of value they could spare to afford the herbs that could ease her pain, only to return to scorn and stubborness in her delirium with a soft smile on his face as he tended to her, nevertheless.
All the same it didn't change her fate. Nor the fate of the lonely young man, now adrift and lost without much in the way of direction.
Untill at least, he was approached one misty afternoon by their Local Lord of Greymoor, who spoke to him with hollow geniality, and offered him a job as a servant in his castle.
And so, with nothing in the way of excuse to prevent him from doing so, he accepted. And soon, Martin Blackwood found himself selling what was little was left of his mother's small slice of domesticity in Greymoor, and like so many others was whisked away to live and work at the feet of their lord. Bouncing between fetching food from the kitchens or fixing pots of tea; setting kindling alight to warm cold rooms that made your breath fog up if left to themselves too long; keeping clean what he could when he was ordered and keeping his head down whenever he could.
All the same he found something of a friend in that castle more than once, and had to himself the gift of an extra hour each day to sneak away and write poetry on a little rock in the shade of a willow tree by the loch. One of the few things he could say was truly his.
Of course even setting aside the whispered legends of the figure of pestilance that had taken his mother, Greymoor, just like the other lands just on the other side of the Deep Wood, was no stranger to monsters of its own. So much so that despite the dissmissals and denials of their Lordship for as long as anyone can remember, there have always been the mists.
Not much is known, as with any of the beings that creep along the shadows of rumors and heresay and children torn from their beds before they can so much as scream. What can be said, was that at least once a year, maybe more than once, should someone be caught out too late at the wrong time, they would find themselves lost to the mists. Alone and forever wandering between a state of life and death to wither away as nothing more than ghosts on that very same moorland from which they dissapeared.
And so it was, that after a time of keeping his head down and doing what he was told, Martin would one night find himself staying out a little too late by the loch into nightfall; and in doing so soon found himself running into one of his fellow servants, a woman named Naomi Herne; who'd go on to explain, had been sent on orders from Lukas to pick berries under the cover of moonlight from the nearby woods (having found his supplies empty of such fruits despite the supply run they'd made just earlier that day).
Of course, finding the request rather unreasonable given the dangers of ventering out too late into the night by one's self, he offered to help her in her task, and not too long after, the two ran afoul of the mists, and knowing the legends, and hearing the whispers on the gentle wind that only one of their number need be lost, handed the only stubborn flame that hadn't gone dark to Naomi, and told her to run back to the Lord's castle.
Naomi, despite her hesistance to leave her only companion in the misty darkness, complied, and ran back with their only light to the Castle in a panic and raised all the nearby servants she could from their posts to come and help him. Immediately, despite the fear, a few rose to help her. Some stepping in to calm her down and ascertain what had happened, a few of the others grabbing their coats and lighting lanterns to aid in the search, despite their fears and the insistence of a few that there was nothing that could be done. But not a foot had breached the doorway when their Lord and employer Lukas stepped into the room and forbade them from going. Demanding they stay and not risk themselves catching a cold or getting lost in the dark. Ordering them wait and do nothing more than pray that by morning Martin found his way back to them on his own time.
No one beleived he would of course. The mists were like that you see. Those who wandered too far would never return to them, they never had.
And then, three days later, Martin returned to them.
Stumbling up the grassy hill just as the sun was setting. Freezing cold to the touch; dispondant and pale, with hair turned a snow white and breath misting even in warmer in air. Changed, or so it seemed, by his time alone in those mists.
The others were astounded of course. The head of them sending some of them off to fetch warm cloths and furs to warm him whilst they let him sit by the fire of the servants quarters. Asking him what happened despite his barely there eyes and the and the shaking hands cupping a hastily made mug of tea.
All the same it didn't take long for the news to find it's way to Lord Lukas, who at once demanded Martin's presence in his study despite the soft protests of those who could tell he was not well.
All the same Martin stood without a word from his place, still hardly warmed from his time by the fire, to meet with him.
"I saw you in the mists," he said once they were alone, "You told me I would forever be alone,"
And then he asked, simply, though by no mean masking the anger in now cold blue eyes, "You sent her out on purpose didn't you? You knew the mists were out that night."
Not a moment later, in a sea of fog that swept through the room and drained the life and colour from its walls, and the Lord Lukas was alone. Martin nowhere to be seen when he opened the door and stepped out, refusing to answer anyone's questions when they inquired on his health.
This time, it takes two days for Martin to return, and when he does Lukas gives them all new orders.
Namely that Martin Blackwood, not be allowed to return to the Grey Moors, lest it be with the head of the Watcher Beast, residing so they said, in ancient ruins found in the deep woods by the borders of land Panopticon.
He's given a day to prepare his leave.
And so it was, with nothing more than a single short sword, a map and some rations put together by those that asked after him, Martin was sent away without so much as the chance for a goodbye.
Martin himself, under no illusions that their Lord of Greymoor, had sent him there to die.
"Let them try," he'd whisper to himself as the foggy outline of a cold stone castle faded away by the rhythm and rumble of a horse pulled cart. "Let them try," even as the thought came again, that maybe this really was nothing more than a good way to get killed.
I’m sorry but every time I think about that time Martin pulled a knife on Peter, this is the only image that comes to mind
It must happen
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