#also it would be so cool to own a hearse

[draculiza]

did you ever think as a hearse goes by that you may be the next to die?

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 19 - In the Garage

Summary: The boys get crafty...

Word Count: 690

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: Older!Corroded Coffin (it's the late 90s...), the pure boys will be boys energy, car speak thats probably wrong

Note: Big thanks to @courtingchaos for being a trashcan with me while everyone was asleep.

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They’re too old for shit like this.

Hands down. Point blank, end of story.

Still, they’re walking through the Hawkins junkyard looking for all manner of bits and bobs for their newest “project."

They'd honestly all grumbled about it when Jeff told them his idea: building a go-kart. They all had work and other commitments and if they were going to do anything, they should be practicing and working on getting their demo tape finished.

Eddie was the one to hone in the vision, though; not a go-kart, think bigger. Think cooler. As much as he hated to say it, the punk rockers had something going with their rat rods and beaters.

“And it would look so fucking cool in a music video,” Eddie pointed out.

That was all the convincing they needed to build their own car.

Now, Eddie wouldn't consider himself an expert mechanic but he could get by. He'd worked on his van for years, Jeff's car too, and provided tune ups for neighbors every now and again.

But this? This was new territory. This would take time and work and extra sets of hands.

Gareth was the most precious about it, stating that his hands were the money, their bread and butter.

"You do realize all of us need our hands to play," Dave pointed out. "You're not special just because you're the drummer."

"I just don't wanna break my wrist again if it gets smashed under the two ton shitbox we're building, asshole"

"You'll be fine, just lift with your legs."

It also required more time spent back home in Hawkins, but it was a sacrifice they were willing to make.

“For the music video" became their mantra as they imagined themselves featured on MTV amongst flashing images and psychedelic colors as their songs blasted in the background.

Wayne was happy to see them, of course.

He got breakfast with the boys every weekend before they went on their little scavenging missions at the junkyard. From there, they spent the rest of their Saturday at the Emersons, turning the two-car garage that they used to have band practices into some strange auto shop where they learned to weld and install suspension and everything that wasn't just an oil change.

They even leaned into the shitbox-style that Gareth had criticized, and Jeff created a little experiment for making some of the pieces of metal rust and corrode intentionally.

They were Corroded Coffin, after all.

"Just don't get tetanus," Mrs. Emerson warned when she brought snacks out to them.

Unfortunately they all ended up needing a booster shot by the time all was said and done.

Little by little it came together.

They each had their specific vision, using other fictional cars as inspiration--the Monkeemobile and the DRAG-U-LA--but they agreed that they needed to keep with the theme, and in the end they built something reminiscent of a hearse.

A long body with panels that were probably poorly welded together, but they made the best of that, hoping that the Frankensteining of it would look more purposeful. In fact, they ended up naming their rod Frank because of it.

Steady hands from hours of painting mini figs led to pinstriping wherever they could. There were exposed pipes that looked like rib and an extra set of headlights that looked like angry, glowing eyes. Eddie even sacrificed one of his rings and soldered it to look like an earring. Absolutely badass.

"Ok but can it run?" Jeff asked nervously.

They'd gotten it started many times, tested to make sure everything worked...but now it was a real put-your-money-where-your-mouth-is moment of truth for them.

They piled in, strapping themselves into the makeshift, mismatched seats and then prayed that it would all go right.

"Wait!" Eddie cried out right before he was about to start it. "Frank needs a little good luck charm."

From around his neck he pulled his lucky guitar pick--one he caught as his first concert, the one that he'd worn for years--and he wound it around the rearview mirror.

"Alright boys," he breathed. "Here goes nothing."

They all held their breath as he turned the key in the ignition.

And with a vrooom Frank started with a purr.

[8one6]

Ever since I was in high school (in the before times, in the long, long ago) I had dreamed of taking road trip. Just me, my car (in high school it was a Cadillac Hearse that got absolutely awful gas mileage and high school me used to bitch about gas when it went over a $1 a gallon), and the open road, but I never managed to do it. Sometimes it was money, sometimes it was lack of opportunity, sometimes it was just the fear of doing something new.

In my mid-30s I finally did it and let me tell you it was one of the best experiences of my life.

A few years ago (2022 to be exact) my boss made me take a vacation in the spring (mostly because I had two years of pto from not using it during the lockdown years, but also because he was legitimately concerned with my stress levels, but anyway) and that year I decided to take two weeks to see all three Meow Wolf locations in one big trip. (Convergence Station is the coolest one btw, with Omega-Mart a close second.)

I70 through Kansas is a zen experience if you make the drive at night. Endless fields of stars and farmland, accompanied by whatever podcast you queued up for the drive.

Visited family in Denver, spent a day at Convergence Station, and the drive to Santa Fe was like driving through a postcard!

The House of Eternal Return was neat (IMO it relies a little too much on backstory you can only really get from sitting down and reading a lot of the SCP-style documents lying around the house, but unless you rented the entire place for the day you're competing with dozens of other people who are also trying to read the same thing.), I stayed at this cool, fully restored Route 66 vintage motel called the El Rey Court (A++, would stay again), and then I was off to Las Vegas.

There's a trick i40 plays on you. You'll be driving through some incredibly beautiful but still harsh desert wasteland (I passed more than one husk of an abandoned building on that stretch of highway) and then all of a sudden you're in a lush green forest. It was seriously as close to passing from one Minecraft biome to another as you can get in real life. (I also stopped at Meteor Crater National Landmark. It was cool.)

Just outside of Vegas I got two incredibly singular experiences. The first was seeing a tumbleweed in real life for the first time. I swear, I was alone in my car and I said out loud "Holy shit they're real!!!" The second was driving through an actual sand storm. In hindsight I should have pulled over and let it pass, but no one else on the road was doing it, so I just crawled through it at 30mph.

I spent a few nights in Las Vegas. Visited Omega-Mart (super cool, I recommend it), watched Blue Man Group (also very cool, also highly recommend), got to see a Penn & Teller show live (a fucking dream of mine since I was a little kid!!!), and had the best meal of my life.

Honestly, before that trip if you told me there was a difference between a $20 steak from Longhorn and a $100 steak from an actual steak restaurant I'd have called bullshit. I was in Las Vegas, I figured "This is likely the last time I'll take a trip like this, fuck it, why not splurge."

Oh my sweet raptor christ! The $100 steak was worth every cent!

What followed was a day of driving through beautiful parts of Nevada, Utah, and Colorado, including the most nerve-wracking stretch of highway through the mountains (literally through them in one spot. The Eisenhower tunnel is a little more than a mile and a half of tunnel bored straight through the spine of the Americas). A brief stop to sleep, and then 14 hours straight on home.

It was a fantastic trip. Two weeks away from home, from work, from any responsibility, the first time off since 2019. Two weeks of moving to my own schedule and crossing things off of the bucket list.

[jonathantaylorthomas]

[excerpt] “Me and Jack, we keep each other informed on any project we’re working on,” Spears tells Rolling Stone. “We usually take at least a week out of the year just to create with no goal in mind. That’s basically how Red Hearse was created.”

Before Antonoff began to work on Swift’s tenth album, he was cooking up tracks with Spears, Dew, and Zoë Kravitz. (Kravitz revealed earlier this year that she is currently working on her debut solo album with Antonoff). During a brainstorming session, the quartet put together a track that would eventually become “Lavender Haze.”

“It was not specifically meant for anything,” he recalls. “That one was me going through sounds for 15 minutes and eventually hitting one button by accident. Jack’s eyes lit up and was like ‘What was that?’It just happened to be this small little loop that my guy Jahaan [Sweet, fellow TDE producer] sent me a while back.”

Spears twisted up the loop and they added a bunch of effects to make it sound the way it does now. “Sam went in with the melodies. Zoë is actually a creative genius. She’s not just a phenomenal actor. Her ability to create different sonics and find different melodies is next level.”

A few months later, Antonoff reached out to Spears, Dew, and Kravitz to see if he could pitch the song to Swift, who loved it immediately. She wrote lyrics inspired by a Mad Men scene, numerous tabloid rumors and online gossip about her relationship status, and “1950s expectations.”

“When Jack brought us in the hear for the first time, all our mouths dropped. She took it to a whole new world and made it her own. She created different pockets we did not hear.”

“Glitch,” one of the bonus songs on the Midnights (3am) edition, was born from the same studio session as “Lavender Haze.” The bubbly “Karma” came later, when Antonoff reached out to Spears for any other ideas he may have to contribute to the album and its synth-pop vision.

“‘Karma’ was just a last-minute Hail Mary,” Spears says. “I remembered I was working with my guy Keanu [Beats] and had something that was too perfect not to send to her. As soon as I sent it, Jack was instantly like ‘This is the one. Playing it for Taylor now. We’re going in on it.’ The next day, I heard the final product with her vocals on it.”

While it’s still too early to tell which songs will be the runaway successes from the album, it’s clear “Karma” has struck a chord on TikTok, nearing 20,000 videos for the official sound with only a few days under its belt.

“Such a fun song! It instantly rings up and you just feel joy inside. And the messaging is so cool,” Spears says.

Spears only heard a few other songs from the LP prior to its officially release; Antonoff had sent over a sampling of what him and Swift had made so Spears had a sense of the sound they were going for when he went to reproduce the beats following the lyric and vocal additions. He was impressed by the sound, concept and surprise drop of seven extra tracks. He even has favorites already.

“Right now I’m going back and forth from ‘Anti-Hero’ and ‘Glitch.’ Not to toot my own horn, but I like the weirdness of ‘Glitch.’ The breakdown part is everything it was meant to be. This is so amazing to me.”

[sofarfarout]

"Good day, my little pony. Grave Affair, at your service. Should anything unfortunate become of you, be it bucket kicking, daisy pushing or a swim with concrete shoes, you will be in good hooves. I've been told my services are to die for. As a gravedigger, I will be the last person to let you down and ensure you leave this world drop dead gorgeous. Just because my line of work is dead serious and my tone deadpan, that doesn't mean I can't make a killer pun. ...At least I find them humerus."

Name: Grave Affair

Gender: male

Occupation: gravedigger

Personality: monotone, dependable, honest, socially awkward, morbid, curious, clever, poetic, articulate, orderly, sentimental, dry, finicky

Likes: puns, cleaning, fancy colognes, rainy evenings, mints

Dislikes: speaking ill of/disrespecting the dead, clutter, humidity, neon colors, cooking

Grave Affair comes from a long line of coroners, morticians, undertakers and gravediggers. After his mother, Grave Danger, was killed in a train accident, he inherited the long standing family business: The Bells of Farewell Funeral Home. Grave Affair is a dry and outwardly stoic stallion with a somewhat warmer heart. Though his businesslike coolness might come off as callous, he cares about every family he works with and wants to ensure that both them and the departed are treated with the utmost respect. He's low key and slow going but artistic and detail oriented. He also has an affinity for puns and black comedy. He tends to use humor as an icebreaker because he has difficulty interacting with others outside of a professional environment. Unfortunately, most ponies don't seem to like their funny and their corpses mixed. Grave Affair's family appears cursed to meet a terrible or gruesome end, so much so that it's become a twisted rite of passage for a pony to write their parent's epitaph before taking over the business. As his mother wrote her father's, so did Grave Affair write his mother's.

"Here lies our founding father Gloom n' Dread, t'was unfortunate that rock fell on his head."

"Here rests the fair lady Mourning Light, who came home in pieces and gave us all a fright."

"Dearest Forget-Me-Not lived with her pain until her heart was swiftly broken in twain."

"The young twins, whose lives swiftly done, we wonder for what purpose they were begun."

"We lay the great Dead Ringer under this stone, a hero who defended their lives with his own."

"The body of Rigor Mortis, stiff as his name, thought taunting wild timberwolves was a fun little game."

"Do not weep for old Nevermore, for he was a curmudgeon of a hundred and four."

"Always a vain one our Midnight Crow, now she's all dressed up with nowhere to go."

"Foolish Nightowl would trade keys for locks, is it any wonder he came home in a box?"

"A terrible fate befell our dear Hearsing Around, snuffed out in the darkness without a single sound."

"Grave Danger, a wise mare of the fane, could see restless spirits but not an oncoming train."

Base- SelenaEde 

[iamthecomet]

That is so cool! My life dream has always been 1 to own a hearse (once I learn how to drive and all that) and 2 own a Victorian house. I will settle for just the hearse though if I have to 🤣

I had so much fun I got the beads for the kandi bracelets for the concert and some other cool stuff including a Phantomime CD that I am so happy about, I might not play it much but just having a physical copy of it makes me so happy. I also got a coffin shaped "purse" I don't really like calling it that though because it sounds super feminine to me but I've been needing a small bag just in case I don't want to carry my big one for work around with me.

I feel like that's always how it works in the library you expect to not be busy and then someone shows up happens to me almost every Saturday (not even gonna say anything so I don't jinx myself for tomorrow)

🕸️

Oh man I would LOVE a hearse. I just have to settle for knowing that there used to be funerals in my living room. And also that there is a door in my dining room that was specifically to bring coffins in for said funerals. I'm glad you had so much fun! It sounds like it was a really successful trip and you got some awesome stuff!! The coffin bag sounds awesome. I was going to vacuum yesterday because Friday's are always really slow in the morning, but nooooo. I'll have to find time to do it next week I guess. I hope that your day at work was not too crazy!

[realcube]

hq!! boys with a short s/o

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thanks to anon for this cute request

characters:  kenma, noya, bokuto, & oikawa

trigger warning: swearing, sexual references, 

kenma kuzome 

♡ bc you’re smol you can slip into his lap while he plays on his switch and since he can just peer over your shoulder, he lets you 

♡ also bc you are so - in his own words - compact..he kinda goes a bit rough on you bc he doesn’t know his own strength sometimes

♡ like he comes back from practise - having just bet up lev who’s like double his height, then pretends as though he’s the gentlest, most cuddly guy alive

♡ for instance, if you sit on his lap while he’s doing something important, he’ll push you off but bc he is quite strong and you’re quite small, you literally go flying across the room

♡ he also like the fact that he can place his chin on top of your head while hunched over 

♡ bc his posture is horrible which means that most ppl are up to his nose when he’s standing comfortably (and by comfortably i mean when his back is lookin like the letter c)

♡ but not you though bb

♡ he can rest his chin on your head WHILE messing up his back so thanks 💞

♡ also this is kinda unrelated but he probably enjoys seeing you cosplay as some of his favourite characters that are around your height

♡ idk he just seems like that sorta guy lol

♡ probably likes it when y’all get dirty in cosplay too yk

♡ and he constantly compares you to anime characters/ video game characters then makes comments accordingly lol

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upon feeling kenma’s eyes momentarily shift from his nintendo switch onto you, your immediate response was to meet his gaze, shooting him a brief smile which quickly fell into frown upon hearing his following statement, “you’re around the same height as meliodas from seven deadly sins.”

you blinked rapidly, about to shrug him off and go back to whatever you were doing under you heard a “disgusting.” slip from his lips..so pounced on him. 

“KENMA! YOU CAN’T JUST CALL ME DISGUSTING BECAUSE I’M A SIMILAR HEIGHT TO AN ANIME CHARACTER YOU DON’T LIKE! DON’T  YOU HAVE AN--” to which kenma will just laugh and pretend like he’s trying to pry you off him when he’s actually really enjoying the feeling of you on top of him.

yū nishinoya

♡ he is the short king™

♡ so he’s honestly so happy that not only does he get to be in the presence of his soulmate, but you’re also shorter than him 😍

♡ and i think having a shorter s/o would really help him with his body image 

♡ sorry to get serious on y’all so quick but i kinda think noya is secretly VERY insecure 

♡ he just has a ‘fake it till you make it’ sort of attitude in regards to his confidence

♡  but having a shorter s/o - especially if you’re really powerful, strong, confident or outspoken - would really give him an ego boost bc not only is he like ‘yep! that’s my star!’ but also everything you do is just so impressive to him

♡ also since you’re around the same height as him, sometimes he forgets that he can’t just jump on you and expect for you to hold his weight like he does with asahi, tanaka, tsukishima etc 

♡ so now you’re always on hyperalert when you pick him up from practise just in case he tackles you to the ground again

♡ it’s happened multiple times even when you were paying close attention though so i’d suggest just wearing a helmet next itme

♡ YJUHGFF he’s definitely the sort of guy to hype you up to his friends after you do the bare minimum

♡ and he ALWAYS mentions your height unless you tell him to stop 

♡ (he just wants his friends to know that just bc they are vertically gifted, they are no better than you or him >:(( keep em humble, yk? ) 

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“yep! they’re getting their photo taken at this professional modelling company thingy with all those cool, chunky camera and the bright lights! they’re basically a model- and a few inches smaller than me so, perhaps short is the new sexy.” noya boasted with a casual shrug, feeding off of the amazing looks he was getting from hinata, tanaka and yamaguchi. 

upon noticing that yamaguchi was falling for nishinoya’s exaggerations, tsukishima chimed in, “short is definitely not the new sexy.” and before nishinoya could retort, tsukki hummed, “anyway, model, huh? what brand are they modelling for?”

noya’s lips curled into a bright smile and he clicked his tongue, almost to say ‘glad you asked’, before declaring proudly, “their passport!”

kōtarō bokuto

♡ another one that doesn’t know his own strength 

♡ especially around you 

♡ like he squeezes you SO tight when hugging that you basically suffocate

♡ and his grip on your hand is always unreasonably strong too so never let him hold your dominant hand or else you won’t be able to hold a pencil for another week

♡ and sometimes he pinches your cheek when he thinks you look especially babey and jesus christ he could leave a bruise

♡ god forbid you’re watching him practise and he makes a killer spike then he turns to look at you with starry eyes--

♡ ...

♡ RUN 🏃‍♂️💨

♡ mans will chase you around the whole gym to pick you up and twirl you to celebrate his spike 

♡ the problem occurs when he holds you so close to him that you suffocate from his reek of BO

♡ he spins so fast that it makes you feel extremely sick and dizzy

♡ ALSO let’s not forget that one time he accidently let go of you a few seconds to early and you went fucking flying across the gym and landed on onaga’s water bottle 

♡ not only did you have to awkwardly hobble to the bathroom with soaking wet leggings so you could change into your spare pair, you also felt obliged to buy onaga a new water bottle 

♡ if you tell him to be gentler plz do it nicely or else he will be sad :((

♡ yeah he treats you like you’re his 7″0, ripped, basketball player s/o but you’re not 

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why were you here? why did you think this was a good idea to say yes to? oh, yeah, it because he gave those adorable damn puppy eyes that you are physically incapable of saying no to. on the bright side, perhaps he can use those puppy eyes to get you a free hearse driver for your funeral - which was sure to be soon.

through, your funeral planning was cut sort by bokuto chirping, “are you ready, babe?!” 

you sighed, arms outstretched as he stood with his back facing you, ready to trust fall onto you once you gave the ‘ok’. or so you thought. 

“yeah, bo. go o--” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before you felt bokuto’s muscular back suddenly weigh down on your arm. you tried to hold him up, - you really did - but both the surprise of it and his weight was enough to make you come crashing down with him. 

“(y/n)! you had one job!”

tōru oikawa

♡ you’re his baby

♡ or at least, he treats you like one sometimes

♡ he says he treats you like a prince(ss) but everyone knows that he acts like you’re his first born child

♡ bc he literally carries you everywhere

♡ taking a brisk stroll on the beach? oikawa will force you to get on his back and use the excuse that he doesn’t want your clothes to get dirty 

♡ you’re in the mall and you even suggest that your feet are sore/ you’re tired? he’ll carry you bridal style anywhere you want to go - literally does not care if people are giving him weird looks 

♡ drunk? he’ll throw you over his shoulder and carry you home 

♡ just chilling on the couch? he’ll approach you, scoop you up into his arms and walk around the house 

♡ it annoys you sometimes but it can really come in handy other times

♡ like for instance, at a festival

♡ if you both get stuck at the back and you’re struggling to see the stage bc of all the literal giants looming in front of you, he’ll let you hop on his shoulders 🥺

♡ he probably teases you for it though lol

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“awh, can the small one not see the stage?”

you furrowed your brows, outstretching your arms to him - probably the first time you ever actually asked him to pick you up, so you prayed that he'd take you up on your first offer without you having to beg. “yeah, can you help?”

this oikawa you’re talking to; the petty king. so instead, he gave you some solemn advice before turning his attention back onto the performance, “try growing a few inches-- who am i kidding? a few feet.”

“rude.” you spat, fretfully looking around for a moment before coming to terms with the fact you’re not going to be able to see the performer, so you decided to just try vibe with the music instead.

“(y/n).” you heard oikawa call from beside you, so you turn your head to look at him then noticed that he was crouched on the ground, “what are you waiting for? get on.” 

[krsonmar]

I just realized something that needs to be remedied: Guillermo doesn't have gear. He has his cool vampire-killing getup with the vest and the gloves and whatnot--because practically speaking, you just cannot slaughter an undead horde in the same outfit you've been cleaning the house in (at least not intentionally, although having him have to unexpectedly fend off an invasion of the house siege-style in a sweater and cleaning apron with some plastic gloves would be awesome too)--but he doesn't have an arsenal. He doesn't even have a sweet ride; there's no Batmobile or Mystery Machine, I mean do the vampires even own a car, or is he renting one whenever he needs one?

Although as another quick tangent, I'd suggest the most nondescript, boringly mundane vehicle ever for him because it's all he can afford and maintain. He needs a deep burgundy-red 1990s-era Chrysler minivan and he likes to keep scribbled-on mix CDs that he makes for the ancient sound system. One is a mix of battle music--and yes, it includes Dragula by Rob Zombie and maybe some mid-2000s My Chemical Romance, because we all know the little weirdo makes up fight playlists for himself for fun--and another of stuff that makes him think about Nandor because of course Guillermo himself has a Nandermo playlist.

Basically, he really can't have some sweet ride, practically speaking, because Sean and Charmaine, dumb as they are, and the rest of the neighborhood, will notice if he has a hearse with red LED undercarriage lights always blaring Rob Zombie parked outside, that just draws too much attention, so if he has a slayermobile it needs to be as lame as possible. This just means he needs an arsenal all the more. He needs to be able to have cool toys when there's about to be a big boss fight so we can have a gearing-up-and-hyping-up montage set to AC/DC or something. Here are my ideas:

The minivan has a rosary hanging from the mirror. Everyone thinks it's a regular "don't fly faster than your guardian angel can drive" kind of thing, which is the point; in reality, it's a good way to disguise his car's vampire-proofing system.

He also tried making mix CDs of gospel and Christian contemporary music he can blare out the window of the van with a speaker to scatter crowds or chase them out of the way for a quick getaway. Anything that keeps talking about either God or Jesus or the Holy Spirit or quoting scripture works, but it can’t be any of those songs that sound like they’re about a dating relationship so they’ll get radio play but turn out to secretly be about Jesus, because metaphors don’t irritate vamps enough, you have to directly invoke a specific religious belief or ritual or they won’t start smoking out the ears at all. Beyond this, Guillermo started off trying to figure out the rules of what counts and effectively makes the formerly-living squirm, but he was having to listen to a lot of bad music to figure it out and The Newsboys were actually starting to grow on him, which was annoying, so he simplified the idea and just bought a full CD set at a garage sale of the audiobook version of The Bible as read by James Earl Jones. This works reliably, but just for the flair, right before a big fight, he makes his entrance with an old-school boombox from Goodwill on his shoulder, which causes his soon-to-be-victims to laugh until he hits play on the God's Property cassette loaded into it and starts strafing left and right, stakes flying from under his coat as the vampires writhe and moan to Stomp.

About once a week, he sets aside time to make more wooden stakes and is always scavenging wood for them: "oh hey, lemme see that broken broomstick you're throwing out", "oh golly I wonder if anyone will miss this wooden doorstop wedged in here", ect., ect.. Turns out the Chamber of Curiosities library has whatever texts on vampire-slaying it can house with the reasonable expectation that reading a given text won't kill the reader (it's counter-intelligence, "know thy enemy" stuff), so Guillermo discovers that while any wooden stake will suffice, some woods are better suited to specific purposes, and he develops this odd habit of being good at identifying what kind of wood something is made of.

He’s started growing bulbs of garlic in a corner of the basement. Sometimes instead of using one clove at a time, he’ll just chuck a whole bulb at once like a grenade so that when it hits the ground it bursts open and the cluster of attempted vampire assassins surrounding it hiss in pain as they disintegrate into dust. He just has to be careful not to try to bite off the top leafy part before he throws it like he’s pulling out the pin on a grenade because that tastes gross.

These are mostly kinda lame but I saved the best for last. Every action hero needs their signature weapon. Guillermo’s is a SuperSoaker. He bought the biggest, most mondo-looking SuperSoaker available and modded it to accept soda bottles as extra "cartridges" of ammo, gets water-cooler-sized jugs of holy water that he picks up from a shady priest who doesn't ask questions, and uses that to fill up the SuperSoaker and soda bottles so that once he's blasted a bunch of bloodsuckers until his MaxiSplasher 5000 or whatever runs out of juice, he can screw in a fresh soda bottle of sanctified H2O and keep going. This is his Excalibur, and I am proud of myself for coming up with it.

[winterscaptain]

an unrivaled force of nature.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: thank you all for taking this ride with me. we’re almost finished, so tell me what you think, how you felt, how you are. i couldn’t do this without you.

an ajf fic arc that happily stands on its own! (the pieces stand alright on their own as well, for the most part!) one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven

words: 3.3k warnings: language, sad

summary: “give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o’er wrought heart and bids it break.” - william shakespeare, macbeth. a eulogy, an offer, a return. 

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You brush some wayward snow off of Anderson’s coat as he puts his pallbearer gloves on, and one corner of his mouth tips up. “Thanks.”

“Mhmm.” 

You have to do something. Staying still and letting your restlessness eat at you right now is not an option. 

Will tacitly asks for your help with the little buttons on his pair of gloves, and you secure and smooth them over his wrists. When you’re done, he presses a kiss to your temple before taking his place on the curb. 

Derek is crisp and stone-faced, his gloves perfect as he prepares for Haley’s arrival. You cross to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and kissing his cheek. His eyes shut for a second, but otherwise, he doesn’t move. 

There’s a tug on the hem of your coat, and you find Jack standing before you. You kneel to his level and needlessly fuss with his collar. 

“Are you coming with us?”

You nod. “Yes, my love. I’ll be right there with you and Aunt Jess and Dad.”

He nods and grabs your hand. You keep his fingers tucked into your palm as you stand back up. Aaron’s a little ways off, speaking with the Father before the hearse arrives. You lead Jack to his side, and he absent-mindedly puts a hand on his son’s head. 

When you move to give them a little space, Jack holds you fast, so you settle for stepping just off Aaron’s shoulder. Jessica approaches you then, and you hug her with your free arm. 

“Thank you for being here,” she whispers. “I know it’s -” Her breath catches. “I know it’s hard.” 

You shake your head where it rests on her shoulder. “Anything for you, anything for her.” 

She leans back, and you catch Aaron’s final words as the hearse arrives. 

“...Thank you, Father. I appreciate it.” 

+++

You walk a little in front of Emily, behind Jessica and Aaron. Jack let you go and is walking steadily beside his father. You have no idea where Aaron’s head is, but all you can do is be there, on his six, just like you always are. 

The pallbearers set Haley into her place with a reverence that makes you dizzy. Or, maybe that was just the tears already pushing at your eyes or the fact that you couldn’t stomach breakfast. 

The Father starts to speak. Jack looks up at you where you stand behind Jessica, and reaches for you. Jess makes some space, and you settle in beside her. Your hand falls to Jack’s shoulder, and Jess tucks her hand into the crook of your arm. 

Sooner than you thought possible, Aaron leaves Jess’s other side and pulls his notes from his coat pocket. His hands shake. 

“W.S. Gilbert wrote, ‘It's love that makes the world go round.’ And if that's true, then the world spun a little faster with Haley in it.”

How does he always know what to say?

“...Haley was my best friend since we were in high school.”

You’ve thought about it before, and you know you’d think about it again, but the loss of a twenty-five-year friendship makes your heart ache. There’s part of you that wishes you could check out, let your mind drift as you stand in the December chill. 

But you can’t. You have to feel this. You need it. 

You can’t leave Aaron, Jess, Jack alone in this. 

“We certainly had our struggles, but if there's one thing we agreed on unconditionally, it was our love and commitment to our son Jack. Haley's love for Jack was joyous and fierce. That fierceness is why she isn't here today.” He takes a breath. “A mother's love is an unrivaled force of nature.”

He looks around and you meet his eyes. Your sole focus is your breath. He can see it in the cold air, and does his best to match it. It’s your eyes and the eyes of his son keeping him upright today. You nod, and he turns back to his notes. 

The whole exchange takes less than a second. 

“And we can all learn much from the way Haley lived her life.”

So so much. 

“Haley's death causes each of us to stop and take stock of our lives. To measure who we are and what we've become. I don't have all those answers for myself, but I know who Haley was. She was the woman who died protecting the child we brought into this world together. And I will make sure that Jack grows up knowing who his mother was and how she loved and protected him,” he swallows thickly, “and how much I loved her.”

Aaron loves like you’ve never seen before. He’s reserved, quiet about it, but somehow it’s also the most obvious thing about him. 

His love is deep and intense and all-consuming. 

You see it in the way he watches his son. 

You see it in the way he deftly guides victims to safety, making them feel safe on the worst day of their lives. 

You see it in the way he takes care of all of you on long days and longer cases, the way he tells you all to get some sleep. 

In short, you’ve never once doubted his love for Haley. 

You choke back a sob, and you can hear Jess do the same beside you. 

He collects himself again. “If Haley were with us today, she would ask us not to mourn her death but to celebrate her life. She would tell us -” His voice breaks along with your heart and he takes another breath. 

You can feel Dave shift beside you and you’re not sure what he’s going to do, but you reach for his sleeve, letting go of Jack for just a second. “Let him,” you whisper. He looks at you, nothing but concern in his eyes. You nod. “Let him.” 

Dave nods, and you return your hand to Jack’s shoulder. 

“She would tell us to love our families unconditionally.” Another crack in his voice, another in your heart. Your tears flow even faster now, your hand shaking where it rests on Jack. “And to hold them close, because in the end, they are all that matter.” 

You take stock of your own family. Derek stares straight ahead on the other side of Haley’s casket, but his eyes are misty. JJ is practically a puddle, her lashes wet and blue eyes oddly beautiful - the color brightened by her tears. Emily’s beside her, as is Will with Henry in his arms. 

Dave, Spencer, Penelope - all in shambles. 

Jessica.

Jack.

Aaron.

Haley. 

She’s your family too. You’ll love her for the rest of your life. You’ll love her son. You’ll love her Aaron. You’ll not only love them for yourself, for them, but for her. 

Aaron’s right. Family is all that matters. 

“I met Haley at the tryouts of our high school's production of The Pirates of Penzance. I found our copy of the play and was looking through it the other night, and I came upon a passage that seemed appropriate for this moment.” He settles himself again with another deep breath. You're proud of him - for breathing, for speaking, for being brave.

You knew there was no way to prepare, but it’s harder than you thought - standing here, listening to Aaron attempt to summarize all that Haley was, is, to him. 

Even harder still? Knowing that the last time you spoke to her, embraced her, laughed with her is already behind you. 

You look down and your tears fall into the grass. The story of how Haley and Aaron met is one of your favorites. Once, Haley snuck you into the garage and showed you the photos, making you swear that the knowledge will go to your grave. 

For you, Haley? Anything. I never need to breathe a word of seventeen-year-old Aaron in tights and a ridiculous hat. 

"Oh, dry the glistening tear that dews that martial cheek…”

That’ll be just for us. 

“...for, oh, they cannot bear to see their father weep."

+++

“No, not today.” You look across the table at JJ, who stands as her phone rings. “They can’t call us in.” 

“I’ll take care of it.” 

The next minute or two is tense while you wait for JJ to finish the call. She returns, and you know just by the look on her face you’re not going to like what she has to say. 

So, you preempt her. “Tell Strauss they need to send another team.” 

She shakes her head. “No other teams available.” 

“I’ll get Rossi,” Derek says with a sigh. There’s nothing you can do. He walks out onto the patio and exchanges a few words with Dave and Aaron. 

After a minute, Derek and Dave leave Aaron out on the patio. He turns, looking at all of you through the window for a moment before turning his back, resting his elbows against the stone balustrade. 

You gather your things, following Emily out into the main foyer, but you lose your breath along the way, your shoulders sinking and your eyes dropping to the floor. Will places a soft hand in the middle of your back. 

“You alrigh’?”

You shake your head, pulling a sharp inhale in an effort to keep your tears at bay, and he catches JJ’s wrist. She looks back for just a moment before reaching forward for Derek, tugging a little on his sleeve. 

Your acting unit chief turns around, a softness in his dark eyes. The rest of the team is staring at you. An overwhelming feeling of weakness, almost humiliation, falls over you. 

Why can they leave him and I can’t?

Derek heaves a sigh and says, “Five minutes,” gesturing with the tiniest dip of his chin. The rest of the team follows him out like a pack of well-trained ducklings. JJ’s hand runs down your arm as she passes, and Will presses a kiss to the side of your head. 

Sometimes, you think, Will is a better man than any of you deserve. 

You send him a silent thanks and turn on your heel, almost jogging out into the cool night air. It’s more than kind of Derek to release you for even a moment - he doesn’t have to, but you know the role is wearing on him. 

The more time you get with Hotch, he figures, the faster he can come back to work. 

Aaron hasn’t moved by the time you reach him. You breeze to his side, only slightly out of breath. His scotch sits untouched in front of him, but you can’t fault him for that. Today is not the kind of day that can be blunted by alcohol. 

You’re quiet for what feels like a long time, just sharing space with one another. 

“You should go,” he says. “The team needs you.” 

“I -” You cut yourself off, afraid of sharing too much. There’s so much you could say, so much you need to say. Both to him and to Haley. 

You miss her. Even when she was in WITSEC, there was the hope that one day she would be home, ready to greet you with a wide, crooked smile and, if you were lucky, a laugh. 

That hope is gone and with it, parts of your life you never thought you’d lose. 

Fuck it. Nothing you can say will be wrong. 

“I wanted to be with you for another minute before we left.” 

Aaron’s quiet, but his shoulders drop just the smallest amount. “Thank you.” 

You tip your head to the side, letting it rest on the edge of his shoulder. I wish we didn’t have to leave you. 

I know, his sigh says. It’s okay. 

Tears spring into your eyes again without prompting. It seems your heart has been breaking since Hotch’s voice first wavered in his eulogy. The grief radiating off him in waves only amplifies your own. 

There’s a thickness in his voice as he speaks again. “She really liked you, you know. She -” He clears his throat, a useless endeavor. “She loved you.”  

A little smile pulls at your lips and tears leave your eyes - just two - without your permission. “I know.” Quietly, you add, “I love her, too.” The past tense is too painful, so you keep her with you in the present. 

“She trusts you with Jack. Always has.” He huffs a humorless laugh. “Can’t even say that for myself.” 

There’s nothing you can say to that, but you shake your head. An inaudible, “Yes you can,” leaves you. You know he hears it - the little smile that pulls at the corner of his mouth tells you as much. 

Belatedly, you realize it’s probably been more than five minutes, but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

“Can I ask you for something?” 

You lean back, looking him in the eye. “Anything.” 

“Can you -” He stops, his lip quivering and tears pushing at his eyes. He swallows, his jaw tight, as he collects himself enough to speak without losing it. “Can you help me keep my promise?”

Your brow tugs in the middle. “Which one?”

“All of them,” he says. “I want Jack to know -” He can’t finish, but you watch him. He knows you understand. “I also promised to spend the rest of my life making up for…” He gestures vaguely. “...this.” 

You reach toward him, pressing a fervent kiss to his cheek before hooking your chin over his shoulder. You cling desperately to his coat, knowing if you hurt him, he’ll tell you. 

 He returns your embrace, locking his arms around your back. A whisper leaves you. “Of course.” Now that you’re pressed against him, you’re not sure if you’re shaking or he is, but you only hold him tighter to stem it. 

There are no other words exchanged between you as you pull away and meet his eyes. You needlessly smooth his collar. 

When you make your way to the door, you turn over your shoulder once more. He’s watching you. “See you when we get home.” 

He nods. Be safe. 

You offer him the smallest of smiles. Always. 

+++

It’s the middle of the night when your phone rings. You answer it before looking, your last name rough as it leaves your mouth. 

“It’s Hotch.” His voice is just more than a whisper, but of course, you’d know it anywhere. 

You sit up straight in bed, rubbing your eyes. “Are you okay? What’s wrong? Is Jack alright?”

There’s a sigh. “Nothing. I’m...fine. Jack’s asleep here with me, but I just…” He pauses. “I just needed to know you’re okay.” 

The tension leaves you as relief floods your system. “Yeah. I’m okay. We’re sleeping in shifts. I’m back on in,” you check the clock on the bedside table, “four hours.” 

“Ah,” he says. “I’ll let you sleep then.” 

You know he’s about to hang up, but you stop him. “Hotch, wait.” 

There’s silence on the other end of the phone, so you can only hope he’s listening. 

“If you want to stay on for a little while, I can’t promise I’ll stay up, but you don’t have to hang up.” 

A heavy exhale sounds in your ear. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You tuck yourself back into bed. “I can talk about nothing, if you want. I’m no Spencer, but I’ve picked up a few of his tricks.” 

“Alright,” he says with a quiet laugh. “I don't want to keep you up, but -” 

“Oh, please. Let someone take care of you for once, would you?”

There’s a huff followed by silence, so you take your cue. You tell him all about the drive out to the crime scene today - it was a gorgeous, winding road through the Tennessee mountains. There was plenty of snow and the air was crisp and cold. 

You skip over the case details, just describing the landscape as best you can. Your yawns come faster than your words after a while, and you figure it’s time to check in. 

“Hotch?”

There’s a little shuffle on the other end of the line, and a little hum. That’s good enough for you. 

“Goodnight, Aaron.”

Another hum. “Night, sweetheart,” he slurs. 

You know he’s barely conscious, but that doesn’t deter the adrenaline rush. You manage a, “Sleep well. I’ll text you in the morning,” before hanging up. You stare at the dark screen of your phone for a moment. The dark is the only thing there to hear your whisper. It listens. 

“I love you.”

+++

There’s another call in the late afternoon. You step out to take it. Derek hardly takes a second glance at you as he and the rest of the team continue working. 

“Aaron?”

“Hey,” he says. “Strauss just left.” 

Your brow crinkles. “What?”

“We did have a meeting scheduled, but she came to the house so I wouldn’t have to take Jack to the office or leave him here.” 

“That was...generous.” It was hard to find the word, but you got there eventually. 

He sighs. “Yeah, I thought so too.” 

“So, what’s up?” 

I know you’re not calling me without reason so just spit it out. 

“She offered me retirement. Full pension, full benefits.” 

Your heart drops and you try to hide the anxiety in your voice. You’re not sure it works. (From his end of the phone, it doesn’t.) “Are you going to take it?”

“That’s the thing -” 

You check the team on the other side of the window. Derek taps his watch, and you nod.

“- Jess offered to take Jack whenever I’m away. She wants to.” 

You’re speechless. You can’t say you’re surprised, knowing Jess as you do, but it's so big. She’s basically becoming a mother overnight. “Wow.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Aaron, I’m so sorry -”

“- Get back to the case. I just wanted to tell you because...I don’t know. I’m gonna sleep on it and then figure it out in the morning.” 

“That sounds like a good idea.” You check the time. “Kiss Jack goodnight for me, will you?”

“Of course. Good luck.” 

“Thanks.” You hang up, neither one of you stuck on pretenses of politeness anymore. You slip back into the room with an apologetic glance at Derek. 

Spencer looks back at you. Hotch? 

You wave him off. Later. 

+++

You're antsy to get off the plane, your knee bouncing, and your lip between your teeth. With Derek’s permission, you fly out of the office like a bat out of hell in the afternoon light, trying to make it before the sun sets. 

You know exactly where to find him. 

Parking the car, you step out and button your coat against the chill. He’s visible from here, on the bench, with his elbows resting on his knees and his head bowed. 

You don’t know this, but of course, he knows you’re coming. He’s not surprised when you sit beside him. He offers you a hand and you take it. 

“Have you told her, yet?”

There’s an almost-smile on his face, closer to something you recognize than anything the week prior. “Told her what?”

“That you’re coming back to us. That this team, this work, is who you are?”

His eyes are trained on the temporary marker as he replies. “You know I don’t have to tell her. She already knows.”

You look at him for a second, studying his profile. “I’m proud of you.” 

He looks at you, almost doubtful. 

With the smallest of smiles, you add, “She’s proud of you, too.” At another questioning glance: “She told me as much, last spring. She’s so proud of you, Aaron.” 

He nods with a deliberate slowness and turns his gaze back to Haley. He squeezes your hand. 

You squeeze back. 

+++

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Sharing Saturday - a List of Fic Recs

I haven’t restricted this to a number but I’m also doing my best to keep it from going out of control, too.  I pretty much just have 2 consistent fandoms that I read/write so if you like either the MCU or Sherlock then this is the post for you!

MCU:

Adventures Throughout the Multiverse (Series) by Aelaer Jumping into different dimensions always involves risk. Sometimes you never know what sort of troubles you will run into until you have arrived. Thankfully, alongside these dangers a sorcerer is sometimes lucky enough to come upon unexpected allies.

In which Stephen encounters characters from characters from JRR Tolkien to even his own doppelgänger in Sherlock Holmes. I LOVE these!! Not only supremely clever and lovingly researched but just straight up entertaining as fuck!  @aelaer writes some of the best Doctor Strange fic that I’ve read on on top of all that is a spectacular artist besides!

Omertà by HanukoYoukai After chasing down the criminal that took Uncle Ben's life, Peter is found by James Wesley, the right-hand man of Wilson Fisk--a wealthy businessman trying to clean up Hell's Kitchen. Having left a strong impression on the man, soon Peter finds himself working for Fisk, doing an internship for his business projects by day, and catching bad guys at night. If Mr. Fisk wants a few specific criminals delivered to him personally, who is Peter to object? All his boss wants to do is talk, after all, and ever since this internship began, things were finally looking up for the Parkers. Then Peter hears the whispers in the underworld about the elusive and terrifying Kingpin, and somehow there are rumors that Spider-Man is on the Crime Lord's payroll. When he decides to use his own judgement and go against Mr. Fisk's wishes, Peter suddenly finds himself neck deep in mob activity with no means to get himself out. To make matters worse, now Iron Man has Peter in his sights.....

I LOVE her writing - the interpretations of Peter Parker and fantastic and do right by him in a big way.  Peter is actually the teenager I expect to encounter - with all of the nuance and emotion that I want to see!  On top of that THIS is some top notch Tony Stark - again, very true to canon with his Stark snark intact!

Identity Saga (Series) by KitCat992 An organically developed, platonic slow-burn of Avengers-fam dynamic with a heavy hand of Irondad & Spiderson. Throw in an overdose of whump, a couple of cunning villains and a big-bad hiding in the shadows, and you got yourself this hot mess.

Another stunning Peter Parker writer and OH my gosh if you are an IronDad fan and haven’t read this yet like what in THE hell are you doing?? Strap that seatbelt tight and paste your eyeballs to this series you will NOT be disappointed!

A Twisted Upheaval (WIP) by silentsaebyeok “I’m afraid, Harrison, you’ve awakened a sleeping giant.” Wilson said. “Tony Stark will do anything and everything to protect those he loves. And with your carelessness, it is inevitable that my criminal empire will be brought to its knees. This is your last opportunity, your last chance to get this right. He is on our radar now.” -- The Kingpin runs the criminal underworld. He is the mastermind and the puppeteer. Tony Stark has been trying to find the elusive gangster for years, but with no luck. But then Peter Parker is kidnapped by an agent of the Kingpin’s, revealing the cracks in an otherwise unshakeable organization. Unlikely alliances form and friendships are made as the criminal underworld begins to unravel.

*Smacks my desktop* THIS story!! It isn’t even completed yet but this fic is top level epic! This one, along with Omertà, got me totally hooked on Wilson Fisk interfering with both Peter and Tony and boy does it deliver on those dynamics!!

Sherlock:

Got My Eye on You (Series) by 7PercentSolution These stories cover just about everything from Greg's POV, from the first day they met when Sherlock was 17 through the pre-John years, John's arrival, their work together, the fall and the reunion, covering events in broadcast series 1-3 (and 4 eventually). If you ever wondered why Greg Lestrade was one of the three people Moriarty targeted, this is your answer. 

Frankly I love everything I’ve read so far - the stories are incredible and deep and not afraid to dig into hard subjects.  There is a wealth of backstory and Sherlock’s younger years and all the hardships he dealt with.  I’m especially in love with the OC, Sam - what a treasured character!

It takes John Watson to save your life. by Sparkypip A series of One shots where John saves Sherlock's life in so many ways. Will be updated sporadically as and when I get any time to write. As always I like my characters hurt, so plenty of angst, H/C, whump and bromance (no slash) will ensue. Please comment if you can.

These were some of the first Sherlock fics I ever read and I have been hooked on this writer to this day!  SO satisfyingly whumpy and on top of that many of the stories have their own comfort follow up story!!

A Sharp, Dressed Man 'verse (Series) by sgam76

I just love this series to bits and while the author considers is a break from heavier subjects, don’t for one second think that means it can’t take a deep dive into its own mythology nor deliver a freaking spectacular tale!  I have loved vampire AU for a long time and this series is pure delight and hits every damn button for me! You want a cool interpretation of vampires? BAM! You want family dynamics to the extreme? BAM AGAIN!  You want exploration of creature angst? BAM BAM BAAAAM!!! I’ve already read through these three or five times and I can promise I will do so again!

The Chemist by TheGracefulBlueCat Sherlock returns to Baker Street and faces detox. But he feels too exhausted and bad to go through it fully conscious, so he - once more - uses his mind palace to distract him with an old case. But due to his drug issues and the tension between him and John things don't work as smoothly as everyone hoped they would, confronting Sherlock and all his friends with more of their demons than they would have liked to.

This writer is absolutely on-point with the writing of these characters - especially Sherlock.  It was primarily through this writing that I felt I got such a good view of why the interpretation of Sherlock as autistic makes sense - but that it is the only truly logical conclusion. Not to mention the fanart @ceruleanmindpalace (same person) creates will leave you breathless!!   

Who You Really Are (Series) by EnglandsGray So very like her, to take something he would otherwise find inconsequential – boring – and transform it into something he couldn’t live without...For Sherlock, after Sherrinford, none of the worlds he inhabits will ever be the same again. He can see a way to rebuild, but he is terrified.  For Molly Hooper, strength is something she feels she is losing by the day, but the time has come for her to stand her ground.

Ohhhh my gosh like deep dive right into the pit of angst! And yet so soft and precious.  This first story of the series is one that I’m still going through and it is unbelievably rich and welling with delicious plot stuff and relationship and hurt/comfort and just - you gotta read iiit!!!

He Is Different, This One by ASilvergirl How would the Serbian "interrogation" go if his captors knew that Sherlock was neuroatypical and had synaesthesia? This is an alternate version of the scene from "The Empty Hearse."

I mean, how could I not love this fic? For the record I’m still not even a little bit tired of fics that explore what may have happened in Serbia.  It is just one of the most unresolved moments in  the series - going from that damn beating to him walking in on John like I NEED MOOORE!!! And this fic gives me SO much more than I could have expected!  Plus I’m always doubly onboard with a story that depicts Sherlock as neuroatypical.

There are sooooo many more fics I could link!! As it is I’ve been at this for about 3 hours and I’m dropping to the floor.  But to see the rest of the stories I’ve loved please check out my bookmarks!

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@headoverhiddles figured you’d like this ;)

TW: Mentions of the sexual abuse that Marilyn received as a child by his teenage neighbor.

First off, Marilyn would always come up with the weirdest fucking dates that you could possibly imagine. He knows all of the best underground clubs, and all of the most obscure restaurants, and probably has the connections to get into them all, completely free. He also would take you to any museums or aquariums or places like that that you wanted to go; he really likes art museums and exhibits. These are the most normal dates you’ll ever go on; the weirdest ones include hanging out in graveyards and cemeteries together(this usually turns into fucking on the graves), going to masquerade/fetish parties, and going to hardcore sex shops together.

Marilyn would randomly give you gifts, for no other reason than to make you smile. These could range from normal-ish(black roses, dark chocolate, etc.) to weird as fuck(odd pieces of jewelry and strange old antiques that may or may not be haunted). He’s got an odd taste when it comes to those kinds of things, but it keeps thing exciting. He’s also prolific at writing love notes, as surprising as it is.

You and Marilyn would always be the best dressed couple at any event, or even just out in public. He’s always in his cool wigs and clothes and makeup, like a true star, and you’ve got a fashion taste that’s just as great as his. The two of you would go shopping together at cool old shops, and he’d help you with your makeup. He’d buy you elegant ballgowns and velvet dresses and cool corsets and all kinds of gothic clothing, and you’d look like an elegant- sexy-vampire-goth-queen because of it.

You come to all of Marilyn’s shows to support him, and you stand off to the side of the stage and dance to the songs, maybe even starting your own one-man mosh pit. He finds it to be so funny, and it definitely distracts him a bit sometimes.

After dating Marilyn for some time, you definitely become good friends with the other members of the band, particularly Twiggy, who’s like your partner in crime. The two of you cause all kinds of trouble, just absolutely reaking havoc on everyone backstage. Twiggy will also third-wheel some dates with you and Marilyn, usually high as fuck, just out of pure boredom.

Marilyn, despite his stage persona, enjoys quiet nights at home with you most of the time; he’s not always as insane and loud as he is when he’s on stage and performing. Sometimes, he’ll just want to order some pizza or takeout, and then sit on the couch with you and watch some kind of art film or comedy. He can be very relaxing to be around.

Marilyn will actually be quite clingy and affectionate with you, contrary to how most people would assume him to be. He’s constantly holding you and kissing you on your lips and cheeks and nose and forehead and knuckles, just always being close with you. This is because he likes affection, but also because he wants others to see that you’re his girlfriend, and only his. He’s a very, very clingy guy.

Speaking of clinginess, Marilyn can get pretty jealous sometimes; he doesn’t tell you what to wear or anything like that, as he loves to show you off to other people so they see what they’re missing out on, but if someone starts flirting with you or checking you out, he’ll definitely get a bit pissed off. Usually, he just has you sit in his lap and he makes a big show of doing stuff like kissing your lips and neck and grabbing your boobs and stuff to show whoever it was that you’re already taken.

Whenever you and Marilyn do anything romantic, like little dinners or taking hot baths together, there will always be two things: elegant candles, and black rose petals. He’s a romantic at heart, and his number one priority on any date is to make you feel special, so he always goes out of his way to add those little touches.

Okay, not saying it would happen for sure or anything, but if the two of you ever got married, your wedding dress would be black, and that’s that. You’d also have a dramatic black veil, too, and the wedding would be super spooky and gothic, with elegant candles and weird-looking food.

Seeing as he’s a famous industrial rock singer, and he’s seen as super dark and shit, people would expect Marilyn to only listen to scary goth music, and he does sometimes, but that’s not all he listens to; When it’s just you and him in the car, he will absolutely get down to any pop music from the 90s and early 2000s. I’m talking like Britney Spears, Justin Timberlake, Rihanna, all of that stuff, he absolutely loves it and the two of you have the most amazing dance parties while in the car.

Marilyn is a horny bitch, and the two of you would fuck so many times a day, with quickies before and after his concerts, and blowjobs at random times during the day. You’re always a little bit sore.

I can totally see Marilyn buying you a car. It would be something like a Volkswagen or a BMW or a convertible or an impala or even a hearse, and he’d probably get it in your favorite color, unless you said you don’t care about the color, in which case he would get it in black for sure.

Overall, your relationship with Marilyn is eccentric and exciting, and you never get bored around him. He loves you with every bit of his cold black heart!

[koteosa]

here’s some modern au headcanons for the arcana ... it’s something I think about a lot

Asra

gamer memeing shitlord . he majored in minecraft you cannot convince me otherwise

plays A Lot of minecraft but also just enjoys any similar sort of game, sdv, animal crossing, etc. He’s really good at video games but he’s just fucking around . he likes to play online games and try his best to make everyone hate him in a really harmless sort of way . he heals the enemy spy . changes his display name and avatar to be exactly the same as someone else . tells people to go into the console and type unbindall

he plays games with his friends and he’s usually the top player so he just spends his time spoiling the shit out of his friends giving them good items carrying them through dungeons etc but not Julian, he tells Julian to dig straight down in minecraft . Julian doesn’t ever know what he’s doing in any video game so Asra trains him wrong on purpose, as a joke

anyway enough about video games (for now)

Asra lives in a van that he painted the exterior of himself, it was both a fun project and a very smug way to annoy people with this awful fucking hippie van strolling into town, eat shit

it’s decorated with crystals, furs, fairy lights, mason jars full of food For The Aesthetic, books, etc. It’s very cozy, cottagecore / bohemian and it’s ridiculously obvious that he’s into witchcraft. he just lets Faust explore because this isn’t real and I can pretend that a snake is exactly as well behaved as in a fantasy story

basically homeless by choice

drugs tw but I see him as the type to want to try anything and everything at least once so if he’s ever been offered A Drug (and he crashes parties for fun and for free food, so he’s got opportunities) he’ll try it Just To See, and this has resulted in some bad trips before, but Muriel saw him in the middle of one and then after he sobered up Muriel put his foot down and made Asra agree to only do these things as responsibly as possible, like, with supervision from a friend

still drugs tw but I also see Asra as a stoner but in the cbd edibles sort of way, a lot of this is because I headcanon Asra as having ADD (because I do and I want to project a little bit) so it helps him focus but also he just Likes It. the glove box of his car has like, chocolate/lollipop edibles stuff like that

goes between like super healthy elaborate meals with mushrooms and veggies and fresh meat and shit and then just eating nothing but cheez-its all day

style wise I see him as the type to wear a lot of tank tops, like, the loosest of tank tops so it hangs super low and long and you get some nice cleavage out of it, crystal necklaces, gold jewelry, pride pins/jewelry/etc (trans/nonbinary/bisexual flags), oversized hoodies with loud colorful patterns, joggers and other loose comfy pants, and either boots or slippers

he’s got like... the at home look that’s basically what I just described, and then the away from home look that’s got thirty layers and none of it makes sense and he just shows up in orange crocs With Patterned Socks and everyone who sees him just lets out the heaviest sigh

Asra getting home be like (takes off a layer of clothes) (takes off a layer of clothes) (takes off a layer of clothes) (takes off a layer of clothes) (takes off a l

He likes to go on long road trips completely at random and saves up money to go on more extensive trips like, out of the continent. It can be really hard to place him at any given time, especially because he’s extremely slow to respond to texts for a whole multitude of reasons. He just fucking vanishes sometimes and he doesn’t get that maybe people want to know where he is. He’s too solitary

He makes money either via street performances (magic, tarot readings, etc) or selling shit on etsy like handmade tarot decks, crystal necklaces, magic charms, etc. He Has Never Worked A Day In His Life and He Will Not Start Now

Responsibility? Don’t know her

People ask him really obnoxious questions sometimes and he makes outlandish lies to tell them for fun . Why do you live in a van? A house killed my parents

In the fall/winter he lives with Muriel or more to the point, he crashes on his couch for a really long time and Muriel’s landlord doesn’t need to know about it for rent purposes

Julian

he’s a highly paid doctor and your mother would love it if you’d marry him if not for the fact that he looks like he never left his teenage emo phase

PIERCINGS

There’s DEFINITELY at least one piercing on his d

he lives with Portia and Mazelinka and tries to handle all their expenses but Mazelinka won’t fucking let him

soundproofed his room but not because he’s a youtuber or anything but because he uh. y’know what I’m gonna let y’all figure this one out on your own

goes to like............. lgbt friendly bdsm clubs every now and then looking for someone to step on him and call him garbage it’s for his mental health you don’t understand

black turtlenecks . silver jewelry . distinguished but Edgy as well, black boots, winklepickers, doc martens, ohmygod this is my SHIT I’m giving him red plaid pants and a reversed cross necklace and a leather jacket that says some radical shit on the back and Lots of Rings . black jeans with tears in the knees and black eyeshadow, demonia boots, leather gloves, hhhhhhOHmy GOD

catch him at home in black leggings and a my chemical romance tshirt with holes in it . he wakes up in the morning with yesterday’s makeup and he just cleans it up a little and that’s good enough

fairly small bedroom because he’s usually never at home, but it’s still pretty clear what he’s into even if it’s not super decorated or elaborate, kind of just Default Room but with his stuff arranged throughout . band posters, black furniture, a bed that looks like a depressed vampire sleeps in it, a bookshelf but most of the books are scattered around his desk, bed, and the floor. there’s a taxidermy skull on display somewhere because it’s just so dramatic you gotta love it

plays a black electric violin

extremely out of tune with pop culture he still listens to 70-00s music and he doesn’t know what a minecraft is or why Asra keeps yelling CREEPER when he comes into the room nor why Portia yells back AW MAN

I googled it and he qualifies as a millennial but I still see him as such a fucking old man who doesn’t know how to use electronics

despite being a doctor he’s so unhealthy . he eats nothing but depression meals (or just, nothing) unless someone forces him to sit down and eat an actual meal . No Julian whiskey does not count for your daily water intake

Malak probably happened because Julian wouldn’t stop feeding every black bird he saw just for the aesthetic and that was like 17 years ago but they still show up at his window expecting almonds or whatever the fuck . he changes houses but they’re too smart . you try to be a cool gothic thespian with a raven that will pose on your arm ONE time when you’re a teenager and they just never stop coming

sad lonely no friends hasn’t been laid in six years because he’s too busy and no longer remembers how to form meaningful relationships. Portia keeps being like so I met this really hot (insert gender here) and like idk I think they’re into goth dudes............... just saying...................... and he’s like am I really so pathetic that I’m going to let my baby sister set up blind dates for me? Yes

would drive something very goth like a hearse or some shit if not for the fact that his family would make sure he ends up in a coffin in the back of it if he drove up in that shit . please . buy a normal fucking car . Julian . oh my god

he starts quoting melodramatic poetry at the slightest inconvenience . he is that “All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread. My cat stole my fucking garlic bread” meme

been arrested multiple times for general rowdiness but also for political activism . at this point Portia/Mazelinka will just sigh and pay his bail and they don’t even ask what he did this time . how does he still have a job? I wish I knew

theater kid

Muriel

lives in a rundown apartment in the shitty part of town because it’s all he can afford, it’s quiet, and no one will try to visit him (except Asra) because no one wants to go to THAT part of town . but no harm will likely ever befall him because he’s 6′10 and like three million pounds of raw muscle with battle scars like you gonna fuck with that? really?

even if he got robbed it wouldn’t matter because A) he doesn’t own anything B) Inanna will chase the thief away

depression man staying in his quiet rundown dark apartment distracting himself with idle hobbies and taking care of his dog to prevent the encroaching ennui from tearing him a new asshole

changes jobs frequently both because he never stands out therefore never gets taken on full time after the part time trial period, AND to protect himself from the horror of being known

works mostly things like construction, auto repair, dog sitting/walking/etc, woodworking, mostly hard labor but if he can convince granny to let a very scary but completely harmless man look after her bichon frise for the weekend then he’s pretty happy about that

in a similar manner, he orders everything online so cashiers/etc won’t start to recognize him. delivery workers leave everything outside his door and he just drags it inside after they leave like an itazura kitty coin bank

goes camping a lot because staying cooped up in his apartment is super bad for his mental health and he doesn’t like to take walks through the city for a multitude of reasons. he takes Inanna on walks through the woods instead

Asra is his only friend and that’s fine (it’s not fine)

convinced therapy doesn’t work and he wants nothing to do with it

doesn’t like using electronics and only keeps a few things around his house so Asra can use them when he’s around . Muriel has a phone (that Asra got for him) so he can text Asra, check the time, check the weather, google questions, and like, nothing else

pretty much only happy when something is about dogs. he wants to go to the pet store and look at the dogs but he needs Asra to go with him so Asra can distract the workers and Muriel can look at the puppies in peace

dresses in blacks, grays, greens, and browns for the most part, jacket with the hood up, tank tops, dark jeans with tears in them, brown boots with mud stains on them . functional, not particularly stylish, and if he’s going to be in public he doesn’t want to make it easy for anyone to see his face. at home it’s mostly no shirt + sweatpants/joggers/etc. doesn’t accessorize or put in any real effort. he doesn’t care what he looks like (because he’s convinced he’s not much to look at anyway)

lives that super eco friendly life like Asra does but it’s more that he just feels comfortable living like he’s always on a camping trip

he doesn’t want to eat junk like Asra does but if Asra shows up with mcdonalds then well he can’t really say no

the type who uses something until he absolutely cannot use it anymore instead of just buying a new one

has never been to a doctor, dentist, etc Ever. the most he can do is take Inanna to the vet because he loves her so much

drives a very old pickup truck with like, chipped paint and mud stains. he’d take better care of it if only anything in life mattered

didn’t go to school

Portia

I like to think that she took on a groundskeeping job at Nadia’s very expensive large house and they fell in love and now Nadia pays for everything and Portia just spends her time gardening, playing with Pepi, and like idk running a vlogging/gaming youtube channel

200 videos of Pepi on her youtube channel with 4 million views each bare minimum . takes random videos of cats where she has to audio edit it to shit so you can’t hear her high pitched squeals of delight

minecraft let’s play part 30 where her, Asra, Nadia, and Julian play together and it’s extremely chaotic because Asra and Portia decide to gang up on Julian who does NOT know what he’s doing, and then Nadia surprises them all by not being the bigger person and instead tricking Julian into some elaborate trap where he steps on a trapdoor and falls 15 blocks into some lava and he looks up and all he sees is Nadia’s smug fucking avatar looking down at him

nightcore. it’s just not FAST enough

wears sweaters with cats on them. generally dresses in warm colors + brown/green, it’s like a very soft cozy look that you could go camping in or just generally be outside and get grass stains and whatnot. cute, functional

likes to make Julian do things for her like drive her places etc because like, he will. he always will

really likes social gatherings with her friends; sleepovers, beach trips, sitting at mcdonalds and pouring all their fries into a pile etc. tries to get Julian to go with her but he’s Just So BUSY. she makes fun of him and makes him drive her to it, then manages to convince him to stay

cottagecore aesthetic . she just thinks it’s so cute to have the little mason jars and decorate everything with leaves and flowers and BEES and whatnot . would love to live in a little cottage with a farm if she could

her room has a big cat tree in it . green wallpaper with yellow flowers. pressed flowers into books, an extremely cozy bed, fairy lights, it’s very farmy but also there’s a lot of electronics. she’s got a lot of 00s games, like, right in that ps2 sweet spot

nicknames all of her pokemon

she spoils the ever loving shit out of Pepi. She’s got a little cat harness and they go on walks through the park together

I don’t have a lot to say about the other two I Am Sorry

[mychemicalraymance]

whats ur fav mcr merch designs. do you own merch or do you go stealth

OH BOY. okay. I have a lot of fave designs I can barely pic. But I dont actually own that many shirts etc. I would KILL. for these specific mcr shirts I think.

Medusa raglan:

Military ball:

Take it like a man:

T.oro (ESPECIALLY THIS ONE. VERY IMPORTANT)

Here are the 2 newest additions to my merch!!

(Had to remove the ride it like you stole it hearse because of the image limit and the image order is fucked up and unfixable). Got them both off of ebay and theyre both a little small :^( the flower one (it had the mcr logo on back) I cut the logos and print out and patched in onto another shirt. I still wear both though lol.

Honestly despite how much i was in love with mcr my merch was pretty limited for a long time. I had this shirt:

I also have this which is worn out with a patched up hole..... glow in the dark

And I think a danger days bold text rubber bracelet. It just said MCR or MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE in block text. I'm not sure if I had more dd merch but I kind of feel like I did. If I remember ill add it on.

Hmmmm...... I got a black parade jacket for christmas and wore it to New York city in what was essentially my goth debut:

You cant see but I'm wearing eyeliner. The cross necklace ...

ALSO in this pic. My skeleton key shirt. Which I believe is rare. I've never seen it on sale anywhere. It was the first piece I ever got and i love it so dearly.

And finally. The BEST mcr merch I own. I value it so much it's so important to me. I WILL be wearing it to my show but otherwise, its retired, so it doesnt fall apart any more. The love will tear us apart hoodie.

I wear all of this except for my hoodie, skeleton key, and black parade jacket. The first two are precious and not to be worn out anymore than they are and the third is just not every day wear. Although I may try to include it more. I don't have a lot of mcr merch and I'm trying to fix that. My mcr collectables are really limited and want more. I used to be.... not ashamed ( I mean I was, but that's not related to this) but like. Hm. Quiet. About it. And now that I'm an adult and it's cool again I can be loud. Idk I was never really "quiet" I just wasnt ever the type to have merch for anything. I actually genuinely want the action figures. I also really want a justin borucki print and a nice art print of the chris anthony shoot for black parade but like there are none for some reason. I still have my original black parade cd insert up, I've had it on my wall in 3 different places and since 2012 at least.

[jakeperalta]

omg please give a track by track breakdown when you can form coherent thoughts hehe

ok so these are my second listen thoughts now i’m beginning to be able to form sentences again! first things first i love all the songs so here we go

willow: so cute gosh i love so many of the individual lines and love how it can be interpreted in lots of ways (also loved the video!) - definitely feels like a grower, same as how with cardigan i was initially like “wow great song!” and now i’m like that song owns my entire soul

champagne problems: put this at the bottom of my predicted rankings based on the title because i don’t drink and am uninterested in songs about getting drunk but as soon as it started playing i was like well that was wrong i love it. absolutely love the concept (already discussed it but it gave me all my rory/logan shipper rights) and it’s just beautiful but also “she would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head” SCREAM

gold rush: lyrically/thematically reminds me a lot of “everybody wants you” by red hearse which is interesting because that’s one of jack’s projects and that always reminded me of taylor’s lyrical style. also “the coastal town we wandered round had never seen a love as pure as it” love that line sooo much!!!

tis the damn season: mmm love this concept! “there’s an ache in you put there by the ache in me” is poetry!! she really said cheesy hallmark christmas movie about a city girl coming home and reigniting an old flame over the holidays but make it a masterpiece

tolerate it: when i first heard the opening lines i thought this might be about andrea in that idea of carefully watching someone and them being older and wiser and yourself feeling like a child... but obviously it’s not! gives me big dear john vibes. the concept of having so much love to pour into someone and them just tolerating it is absolutely heartbreaking

no body no crime: ok!!! she really popped off with this one!!! love the drama of the intro with the sirens and the “he did it” whisper. love the storytelling and the haim feature. gives me big country vibes actually, specifically reminds me of something the chicks might write.

happiness: “there’ll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you. both of these can be true.” is such a beautiful concept i really love that line. also this feels like one of her most mature songs ever. the way she acknowledges we made it each other happy but we also hurt each other but one day we will be happy again and will be able to be happy for each other. also the gatsby reference of the beautiful fool and the green light?? ok literary queen

dorothea: this is the first and only one so far that i connected with another song because i was straight away like oh she’s totally the one coming home in tis the damn season! very sweet, also i have a little sister called dorothea who’s only three but one day i will have to play it for her so i’m glad dorothea gets quite a nice story

coney island: so beautiful and interesting!! feel like i need to live with this one for a while to truly appreciate all its intricacies but taylor and matt’s voices are lovely together

ivy: honestly after two listens i can only vaguely remember it sounding soft and nice but i didn’t pick up on any of the lyrics, i think i need more time to appreciate it on its own. interesting reading the lyrics that it has illicit affairs type vibes

cowboy like me: was expecting this to be a bit more overtly yeehaw but still great. feels like an alternative/country version of getaway car 🤠

long story short: fun change of tempo! love this new take on the Bad Time and “no more keeping score, now i just keep you warm, and my waves meet your shore ever and and evermore” is just lovely!!

marjorie: just beautiful and moving and sweet. that is all.

closure: the production on this is kinda stressful to listen to skdfnsdknf idk don’t really have other thoughts on this one? feels a bit less lyrically rich than the others

evermore: beautiful!!!! sadder than i expected but love the hopeful note it ends on. also this is how i expected exile to sound when we found out bon iver would feature and it’s cool to hear the duet with justin’s voice being higher than taylors! also love that i was correct in guessing taylor and joe wrote it together

[fingerbiterfreak]

Gretchen Lore

General:

Full name is Gretchen Marie Graves

Wears Vanilla rose perfume

Naturally blonde but colors her hair bright orange

alternates between putting it up in buns or leaving it down

always wears sharp eyeliner

uses that one Kat Von D liner that survived a car wreck

Anger issuessssss but can be a softie

Enjoys reading, music, video games and naps

Favorite season is Fall

Birthday is February 10th (21) (Aquarius)

Born in Pennsylvania

Walking Hot topic

She is 5’2 without her platforms, with them she’s 5’4

Her and Percy both smoke hella weed

When talking with Percy outside of her room, she just pretends to be on the phone if people ask or look at her weird

Uses magic for little things in her day to day life, Phone across room? Yoink! Over here now!

Using Magic gives her a sort of high, even her combat magic

Her magic manifests as a dull purple glow, occasionally forming magic circles depending on the spell

Glows bright purple when overcharged (ex: Sebastian's helmet) or when using Big magic

If she over does it she pays for it in particularly bad migraines and nosebleeds

Favorite spell is the one to summon Vile Thorn, her giant plant and bone monster her and Percy came up with

Only tried combat magic because Percy said it’d be cool to do anime fights in the backyard (he was right)

They’d go out to the field and Percy would come up with cool things for her to try to do with magic and she’d see if she could do them. This also helped her learn to control her powers

Only one able to see and hear Percy

Can see spirits on the regular, many around her home. Usually leaves them be and vice versa, but occasionally one will reach out.

On more than one occasion one has come to her to nitpick about their funeral (makeup isn't done right, wrong flowers)

She helps her parents out with funerals she's not in school or on Monster Duty. She also gets paid for what she does.

Her mother, who handles the embalming and mortuary work, used to let her do the makeup and help dress the bodies for the services

Mainly watches over the funeral in general, making sure everything goes smoothly

Dad actually taught her how to drive the hearse during funeral processions

Life and family stuff

Her and her parents are close, but they have their moments

Her father, Glenn, handles the business side of things in the funeral home. He also makes his own grave stones. Her mother, Margarete, handles the embalming and body prepping. Their funeral home is called Graves Matter

Her mother is VERY German and speaks with a thick accent. Taught her German as a kid but Gretchen doesn’t speak it often.

Her parents were always supportive of her in whatever she wanted to do, even if they didn’t understand what was going on. They loved her nonetheless

Odd things would happen when she got emotional (her tantrums as a child were particularly bad) and she generally gave people Bad Vibes

Used to be bullied a lot in school

She started to show signs of depression around 10yrs old, social withdrawal, poor school performance, hopelessness, anger.

Teacher suggested she try to interact with the other kids and make some new friends, which didn't work out well

either her weird nature turned them away or her powers scared them off.

Meeting Percy

Moved into the house when she was 10. Percy saw her around but didn't think she’d actually be able to see him. No one else had been able to, so he left her and her family alone

Gretchen often thought she saw a boy outside in the yard, sometimes she’d go look but he was never there.

When Gretchen was 12, she found a Ouija board in the attic when they were cleaning one summer. It was her mothers from when she was in college. Her parents didn’t really believe in that stuff so they let her keep it.

She took it to her room and set up a little séance one night when her parents were out, as you do

Started asking questions but nothing came through. When she’s about to give up and say goodbye it spelled out P-E-R-C-Y before moving to goodbye.

After that she saw him more around the house. She’d call out but never get an answer back

She tried to have another séance, she wanted to know more.

She tried again with the questions and again got nothing. She sighed, defeated..

Then all the candles went out and she heard a “boo” whisper in her ear. She whipped around, saw him and screamed.

It had him ROLLING and howling with laughter. He thought it was hilarious

After that night Percy would pop in often to hang out, scare or bug her. She didn’t really mind, she was just happy to have someone to talk to. Percy honestly was too.

The two of them became quick friends and started to hang out all the time. She’d show him video games and anime and they’d play in the backyard together, Percy would show her cool things in the woods

Things started to get better for her. He wasn’t a cure all but having him around made things more manageable

He’d follow her around a lot and often would go to school with her

He kind of enjoyed going since he never really got to go himself.

❤❤❤❤❤❤

Gretchen was the first one to tell him she liked him, but Percy fell first

they were hanging out and smoking in their smoke spot and he just looked so damn pretty in that moonlight,,,

She was really conflicted about it, she felt kinda weird for liking him but knew she really had some feelings and had for a bit

Percy was a bit taken aback at first, mainly because it was so sudden (and he was high)

They talked about it a little ("Gretch I'm literally dead are you sure about this???? Isn't that weird even for you??") and decided to see where things went

They've been together ever since ❤

Motw

Lied to her parents at 19 about getting into an out of state college so she could join the Wings of Icarus, a monster hunting organization. She didn't want them to worry.

Came into contact with Ekar when she made her first deal (not the one that traded Percy)

After trading Percy for power, when she wasn't hunting monsters she was looking for ways to get him back

She'd try to meditate and use magic to pinpoint where he was or even contact him but every time she'd get close something (or rather someone) blocked her

Suffered from many migraines and nosebleeds during this time because of how much she was overdoing it between work and getting him back

Ended up trading her powers for Percy

She eventually found a way to restore her powers years later (because I like my girls magical)

She ended up telling her parents the truth about W.O.I, they promised to keep things secret.

She still works for them, but doesn't go out on as many jobs like she used to